0315 I Was Led Away While Chatting

In the evening, after the afternoon rest, everyone became refreshed. Representatives of these prominent families, wealthy businessmen, and celebrities in the political circles also generously expressed their reverence and devotion to the gods.

A gold-clad gold ware was sent into the temple under the eyes of some believers who held god cards and participated in the event celebration at close range. Of course, some people donated money directly. The gods like gold so much, and they will definitely like it money? !

It must be, from the smile that could not be hidden on the face of the high priest, it can be seen that the gods like money very much, not only like money, but also like checks.

"Tell the high priest, this is my respect for the gods!", Lynch, who was wearing a bone gold thread god card, put a check in a wooden box that could be opened and closed and handed it to a clergyman.

Regardless of whether it is money or a check, they will be put into wooden boxes by the donors. This is also to prevent others from knowing how much each other has donated and to protect the privacy of the donors.

Many times, donors will face such an embarrassing question, that is, how much should be donated.

If you donate more, you may not get some good returns. People will discuss the source of the money and why some people donate so much money, which complicates a very simple matter.

Give less and people talk more, especially those of status, who are labeled as “stingy” if they donate less than others.

In order to take care of people's privacy and not let some donations have embarrassing moments, the temple has adopted a very interesting method to avoid these embarrassments, that is, wooden boxes.

The advantage of this is that no one knows how much the donors have donated except the officiant. There will be no comparisons, no comments, and people will maintain a respectful attitude towards the donors.

The priest holding the wooden box quickly walked to the high priest, and he said something in the high priest's ear, and then the high priest lifted the wooden box and glanced at it.

When he saw the check signed by Lynch, the corners of his mouth were slightly raised. In Nagalil, no matter what country's foreign exchange it is, it is more valuable and useful than Nagalil's own Galil.

Looking at the several zeros, the high priest was in a very happy mood. He thought of his youngest son who was making some preparations for studying abroad, and these federal sols could just be used by his youngest son.

As for the money being donated to the gods?

The gods don't care about these vulgar things, what they care about is piety and respect, understand?

After closing the wooden box, the high priest looked at Lynch, and the eyes of the two met from a long distance away. The high priest nodded slightly to express that he felt Lynch's belief in them, his fanaticism and respect for the gods. I felt the reward he got from giving Lynch the Bone Gold Thread Divine Plaque.

The donations were over, and the high priest made his final speech for today's festivities before disappearing into the temple.

Some priests, including priests and priests, began to dance around the fire in the temple. They wore strange costumes, and their skin was covered with various patterns. The body is as stiff as a puppet!

Yes, they are puppets at this moment, they are all marionettes in the hands of the gods, singing and dancing according to the will of the gods.

The low-status servants of the gods began to deliver exquisite food to the people participating in the celebration, all kinds of barbecue, all kinds of melons and fruits, and some low-grade and somewhat sour fruit wine. Singing native language songs in praise of the gods.

"The High Priest wants to talk to you..."

A priest came beside Lynch, who was enjoying the delicious food. Lynch took a look at him, then adjusted his clothes, and followed him to the back of the temple.

At this time, the high priest had presided over the whole day's activities, and there were no heavyweight activities to come, so he went back to the back of the temple early to rest.

In a very empty room, Lynch met the high priest.

The room is about three to four hundred square meters, rectangular, and there is a high platform in the center of the room. There is a stone seat on the high platform, and the high priest sits on the seat.

The room is a bit stuffy, probably due to the consideration of keeping warm in winter, there is no obvious surge of airflow here, and a lot of braziers are placed here for lighting. The fire light illuminates the place, but also makes the temperature here significantly higher than outside the house.

"Mr. Lynch..." The high priest naturally smiled more, "I have listened to other people's evaluations of you, and they have also brought your views on our beliefs."

"I have to say that you are a different foreigner, at least on the issue of belief, you are not the same as other people!"

In this turbulent and ever-changing era, the continuous improvement of science and technology is breaking the ignorance of the past, but it is also this fierce confrontation and conflict between science and superstition that naturally completely distinguishes people with faith from people without faith. open.

People of faith have become more faithful than ever before, never doubting what they believe, and rejecting other beliefs of different kinds.

No matter what you say, people without faith will not believe that there are any strange things in this world. They can always explain some mysterious phenomena through various scientific methods.

But Lynch was different. The words he said were ambiguous and seemed to displease both sides, but in fact, both believers and unbelievers could accept what he said.

Needless to say the former, they will tell Lynch that all the miracles that are manifested outside are caused by the gods they believe in or something, and they are the source and only one of their beliefs.

Unbelievers will feel that Lynch looks at these things in a relatively scientific and rational way, and what he lacks is just a chance to see through, so they don't mind having an in-depth talk with Lynch and let him hold the key to see through all superstitions.

It's a flattering statement, and even if it doesn't please everyone, it won't offend anyone.

This is completely different from other foreigners. Many foreigners, such as Mr. Simon Lynch knows, have only two attitudes towards local religious beliefs.

The first type is atheists, people without belief. They firmly believe that there is no God, and attribute their beliefs to ignorance and superstition.

The second type of people think that local beliefs are evil gods and heresies, and only what they believe in is the righteous god.

Whether or not any of these people later changed their attitudes and stances, they had only those two attitudes when they first came, Lynch was very different, and that made him special all at once.

Lynch bowed slightly. The high priest thought that he was the patriarch of a diocese, and his status was extraordinary. "I come from the Baylor Federation, a country that advocates freedom. Our laws promote and protect religious freedom."

"Each of us has a tolerant attitude and a broader perspective to look at everything that happens around us, whether it is religion, political system, culture, folklore or anything else, we respect it all, tolerate everything, accept everything .”

The high priest's eyes moved slightly, "It sounds interesting..."

The corner of Lynch's mouth slightly √, "In the Federation, as long as you register religious information with the religious management office, anyone can start preaching. As long as the teachings are not illegal or anti-social, no one will make any restrictions."

"God's agent, do you know the Church of the Mother Earth Goddess?"

"God... the agent?" The high priest was a little confused, "Is this talking about me?"

Lynch nodded as a matter of course, "Of course, high priest, you are the incarnation of the gods walking in the world, so you are the agent of the gods. You exercise the power bestowed on you by the gods and undertake the obligation of the gods to guide the people to do good. Did I said wrong thing?"

Seeing Lynch's somewhat surprised face, the high priest smiled and showed his yellow teeth, but he quickly closed his mouth. As the representative of God, he is not suitable for showing too much emotion, but he still Nodding his head, "No, you're right, you use the word right, God's agent..."

He paused, as if he was reminiscing the enjoyment that this new word brought him, and it took a while to wake up, "What did you want to say just now, go on!"

Lynch bowed slightly, and continued, "The Seat of the Mother Earth, a religion you haven't heard of, they advocate eating hot horse dung to treat diseases..."

It may be that the two had a good conversation and the atmosphere was just right, or that there were more zeros on the check that Lynch donated to the gods than the high priest had imagined. He is now in a good mood and is very cooperative.

He even laughed exaggeratedly, "Eating hot horse shit can cure diseases?"

Lynch looked serious, "Yes, it's better to be steaming shit just pulled out by the horse!"

The high priest laughed again, and laughed for a while, maybe he felt a little unbelievable, and couldn't help asking a question, "I'm curious, does anyone believe in this religion and what they say?", the high priest smiled The sound gradually stopped, and he frowned, "Eating horse dung can cure diseases."

"Why not?" Lynch asked rhetorically, "In the Federation, what we advocate is freedom of belief. Eating horse shit sounds absurd, but it's not anti-social, and it doesn't make people do bad things. It's just eating something unhealthy. It's not just deadly horse shit."

"And some people really believe it. It is said that they had tens of thousands of believers at most..."

The high priest laughed dumbfounded after hearing this, "This is really stupid and ignorant, I thought foreigners were smart people..."

As he was talking, he suddenly fell silent. Even the religion that eats horse shit can survive in the Baylor Federation. Suddenly he thought of a question, that is, whether his religion can survive if it is moved to the Federation. Is there anyone willing to believe in his god?

When thinking of this, the heartbeat of the high priest suddenly began to increase. It is the Bayle Federation, a rich country far surpassing Nagalil. Everyone has no worries about food and clothing, and everyone is very rich, just like the The same Mr. Lynch.