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- Sky Temple, Sang De'an stood in front of the corridor connecting the side halls.
He stared in a daze at the high painted pottery jar placed in front of the window. The pilgrimage scenes of the first generation of saints were painted on the pot wall.
The sea of ??sunflowers, the statue of King Laidlich, the sacred ladder, and the elf messengers who greeted him.
Of course, the person who drew it has never seen the picture hundreds of years ago with his own eyes, and this sacred scene is just a fantasy.
The Sky Temple is also completely different from before, from simple and rough to exquisite and luxurious.
Stained glass windows, snow-white curtains, and painted pottery sacrificial vessels adorn the temple.
The gate of the temple is made of copper, and even the original pillars have been gilded and inlaid with silver. Some exquisite sacrificial utensils are enough to scare some small nobles in the countryside.
A group of priests hurried past, wearing the burqas they wore when offering sacrifices, and saluted when they saw Sandean.
"Master High Priest."
But after saluting, they left in a hurry.
They didn't dare to get too close to Sunderan.
Relying on Sang De'an, who brought ritual power to Xiyin Sai, he finally became the high priest of the Sky Temple after a few years,
However, his situation is not good. The various priest families inherited from the branches of the royal blood family are joining hands to counteract the influence of Sunder'an, and the major temples are weakening the power of the Sky Temple.
The royal blood seems to have disappeared, but the royal family still continues in another way.
They felt that people like Sang De'an becoming a priest was an insult to the priest family and noble blood. The young priests of those priest families disdain to enter the Sky Temple and turned to other temples in large numbers.
Although Sang De'an became the chief priest of the Sky Temple, he can only control the Sky Temple, and even the Sky Temple cannot be completely controlled.
As the nominal head priest of the Sky Temple, he is the head of all priests.
But in fact, with the gradual rise of temples in other places, the Sky Temple has lost its original function a little bit and has become a symbolic existence.
Among them, there is also the acquiescence of King Henir.
He also noticed that King Henir was intentionally dividing the power of the priests, and his arrival and the establishment of nine ritual temples were the beginning.
But Sunderan doesn't care about these.
What Sunderan cares about is that the power of priests has not changed much over the years.
The power of the ritual is cherished by the various temples, and a large number of high-ranking priests still have not been able to become priests of the spirit world, and they cannot learn the knowledge they brought back from the kingdom of gods.
In order to safeguard their own interests and power, each temple forbids the priests of other temples to learn and use their own rituals, as if they regard the power of rituals as their own.
They put away the power of rituals and only allowed their own people to learn. They have no interest in teaching and developing the power of rituals on a large scale.
Some temple priests even believed that making miraculous things available to ordinary people was a kind of blasphemy against the power of priests.
Of course Sunderan knew what these people were thinking, but he was still very disappointed.
"Why is it always like this!"
A young priest came out after hearing Sander's words, bowed behind Sander'an and said.
"Because people like you and the saints are very few."
"but."
"Only people like the saints and you can change the world."
The young priest was born in a small aristocratic family in the city. His family belonged to a side branch of the Huo Sen family hundreds of years ago, and he had lost his power at an unknown time.
He was the only one in the family for two hundred years who suddenly awakened his wisdom and power, became a priest and entered the Sky Temple.
He is the glory of their family.
There are not a few people like him, and there are many children of businessmen or commoners who will awaken their powers at birth.
Wisdom and power have been passed down from King Laidlich. Over the years, with the multiplication of generations of three-leaf people and the expansion of the royal family, more and more mythical blood has become more and more people with hidden blood. become more and more widespread.
Therefore, more and more priests who were born at the bottom but possessed wisdom and power emerged.
The priests of most families rely on the gift of power to inherit blood.
And these priests of humble origin basically rely on natural awakening.
It stands to reason that these naturally awakened priests; Here is a cliff overlooking the entire holy lake, which is so dangerous that it makes people dizzy.
But at the same time, standing here, you can feel that the sea of ??clouds and the holy lake are at your feet.
Some people even call it the Seat of God, because they feel that only gods are worthy of enjoying such a view.
There is no one here, not even priests can easily approach here.
At this moment, Sand'an completely broke out, and he frantically swung his arms.
"Why."
"Why do you still not accept me even though I am already like this?"
"What do you want to do? That is the power of God, something the saints bought with their lives."
"Did you really treat it as your own?"
He growled loudly.
"Why do you?"
"Are you worthy?"
"You dirty, ugly things."
Sang De'an considers himself a fair priest serving the gods. He imparts knowledge to everyone without reservation, and he only wants to fulfill the saint's ideal.
He never thought about being for himself, everything he wanted to do was for everyone.
"You people, why are you people so ugly."
"Clover people!"
"You are really ugly and unimaginably ugly, and disgustingly despicable!"
"Original sin!"
"You are people born with original sin, and you are the descendants of those who were driven out of God's Paradise."
After venting his anger, Sang De'an sat helplessly on the ground and covered his face.
He was angry at the ugliness of those people, but at the same time he was angry at his own incompetence and inaction.
He began to think about himself in these years. During the years when he became the master of the Sky Temple relying on the gift of Saint Stan, he seemed to have accomplished nothing at all.
Seems to have many merits, it seems that Heinsay's country has brought great changes because of him.
But these, any one person can do it.
Any ordinary person can successfully complete this simple task.
"Since when did you become like this?"
"ah!"
"Sunderan?"
"Is this the person chosen by the saints? The saints just want to see people like you become the heirs of his ideals and will, and want to see people like you become the chief priest of the Sky Temple?"
He was at a loss and at a loss.
"What is the difference between me and those mediocre priests, greedy and extravagant nobles?"
Sunderan felt that this could no longer be the case.
The old-fashioned and calm scholars finally showed their anger¡ª¡ª
The Illusion of the Goblet of the Sun.
Here is the library left by the great poet, as well as the sacred dream recorded by the second-generation saint Stan Tito, which is the most cherished thing in Sanderan, even more important than "The Last Chapter".
Sunderan, he once again came to the dream where Stan Tito dreamed about the messenger of God.
Whenever he was at a loss, whenever he couldn't find an answer, whenever he felt that he couldn't hold on.
He will come here.
Even if he didn't get a response, as long as he saw Saint Stan and the messenger of God, he felt that he had found his way.
The quaint palace is full of works by Stan Tito.
Still under the same pair of "The Puppet of Destiny", the craftsman carved his own work meticulously.
He came behind Saint Stan, who knelt on the ground and held his hands on his forehead.
"Why?"
"Grandmaster!"
"Why did you choose me, an ordinary and mediocre person like me."
"Choose anyone, choose others, any of them can do better than me!"
Sanderson asked Stan Tito.
Only he knows what it's like for a character of slave origin like him to sit in the position of the chief priest of the Sky Temple.
This time, something changed.
In the corner of the palace, the quietly chiseling craftsman suddenly stopped.
The familiar tone appeared in Sunder'an's ears, causing him to raise his head for a moment, and opened his eyes to look at Saint Stan's back.
"Sunderan!"
"You were not born for a certain person or a certain group of people. You are not a vassal of the king, let alone a spokesperson for the nobles."
"You are the great poet and my ideal heir, the one who is destined to change the world."
Stan Tito, the second-generation saint, suddenly turned his head and looked at Sunderan with a smile.
"Do you forget it?"
"You are a preacher."
Sang De'an froze for a moment, he opened his mouth wide and looked at Saint Stan.
"Grandmaster?"
However, as soon as the eyes blurred, everything returned to its original state.
The craftsmen are still carving the stone slabs meticulously, as if everything just now is just Sang De'an's own imagination.
However, it gave Sang De'an infinite courage and strength.Born for a certain person or a certain group of people, you are not a vassal of the king, let alone the spokesperson of the nobles. "
"You are the great poet and my ideal heir, the one who is destined to change the world."
Stan Tito, the second-generation saint, suddenly turned his head and looked at Sunderan with a smile.
"Do you forget it?"
"You are a preacher."
Sang De'an froze for a moment, he opened his mouth wide and looked at Saint Stan.
"Grandmaster?"
However, as soon as the eyes blurred, everything returned to its original state.
The craftsmen are still carving the stone slabs meticulously, as if everything just now is just Sang De'an's own imagination.
However, it gave Sang De'an infinite courage and strength. - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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