Chapter 52 The Great Evil God

Chapter 52 The Great...Evil God

"Linda has always liked religious paintings, likes its layout, likes its presentation, and the connotation behind it. Linda thinks it is beautiful, and she has always been obsessed with this beauty.

Moreover, this is a way to visualize God. The high and mighty God, through these scrolls, seems to be pulled from the clouds into the world.

We can also understand and explain them with human thinking."

Karen nodded and sat down on the sofa.

He didn't know how to describe the painting in front of him. Although it was not yet completed, it gave people a clear pressure.

The crazy pope,

The extinct Church of Light,

In the last era and the first half of this era, the Church of Light was absolutely a giant.

Many new churches, such as the Church of Order, even had to add the God of Light to their "mythological narratives" in the early days to stand on the platform. From this, it can be seen how exaggerated the orthodox status of the Church of Light is.

Among the books that Grandpa asked Lent to bring to him, except for "The Light of Order" which specifically introduces the Order God Church, the other books are overviews of other religions.

And in these overviews, the shadow of the God of Light is everywhere.

So,

after reading the information about many other churches, Karen's impression of the God of Light is getting closer and closer to the "Emperor Qianlong" in his previous life.

In his previous life, folk snacks from all over the country were often eaten by Qianlong when he went to the south of the Yangtze River, and he gave it a name, which made it famous;

It seems that Qianlong did not do any serious work at all, and was busy tasting snacks and bringing goods everywhere every day.

This God of Light seems to be the same. He does not do the work of God, but promotes "new gods" everywhere, either to awaken the "God of Order", or to help the God of the Abyss suppress powerful demons, or to help the Mother of the Earth seal the cracks in the earth, as well as various appearances, various interactions, and various rescues.

It can only be said that there is nothing new under the sun.

Just like many people in their previous lives had the impression that Westerners were independent, equal, high-quality, and happily educated, many Westerners believed that Asians generally had squinty eyes;

Many times, the so-called established impression is just a frame you put on yourself, making you mistakenly believe that the other person lives like this, and mistakenly believe that that taste is pure;

When the focus is on individuals or small families and small towns, there is no need to have any specific differences. In fact, it is just that the filter on your eyes has not been taken off.

Just like these "towering" churches now, they are now majestic and solemn, with believers everywhere, and they have spared no effort to explain their divine power and protect their true God, but in the early "entrepreneurship", everyone was the eldest brother who did not laugh at the second brother, and any means could be used.

It's just that after they got rich, everyone learned to "pretend", and people or believers who were too far away from them naturally accepted their current "masks".

Dis's comment on the God of Order: The God of Order raised by a prostitute.

The inner meaning is actually a mockery of the God of Order being both a proprietor and a traitor.

Thoughts fell back to reality,

Looking at the crazy pope in the picture, the feeling was even deeper.

The Church of Light was seriously injured by a huge change and entered a period of decline, but what really made the Church of Light completely lost was actually the current orthodox churches.

While they were desperately modifying the part of the existence of the God of Light in their own "mythological narrative", they were also wiping out the Church of Light to completely eliminate the possibility of this behemoth rising again.

"You seem to be very touched?" Piaget sat down on the sofa opposite Karen, "Linda also likes to sit in front of these religious paintings for a long time, and the expression on her face is exactly the same as yours."

"Really." Karen smiled, "I just think it's very interesting to think about it. After all, God is a product created by humans. After the high divinity is stripped off, it is actually filled with human nature."

"God is a product created by humans?" Piaget chewed on this sentence, "I'm surprised that you have this view."

Karen realized that he had made a mistake. There is a true God in this world.

Whether it is Alfred, Ms. Molly, or his grandfather Des, they are the best proof that this world is intervened and operated by supernatural forces.

But Karen is unwilling to take back his previous words. Subconsciously, he still believes that the definition of "God is created by man" is correct.

A firm materialist is not a Ye Gonghaolong, nor is he a tantrum. Even if the God of Light is standing in front of you, you will roll up his sleeves to help him feel his pulse.

"By the way, I have a case here that I think is very interesting. Let me tell you about it. Let's analyze it together. I will omit the name."

"Okay."

Piaget pulled the chat mode back.

Next, everyone discussed professional business. Based on the case, analyze the causes of formation, improve the development process, and then discuss the treatment plan.

This is a very interesting thing. Karen also took out the case of his previous life to discuss with Piaget.

Piaget took a leave of absence from school after his wife "died" and had been unfamiliar with his hands for a long time. Karen was forced to change her major after she "died" herself.

The two talked more and more deeply and got along more and more.

Before I knew it, I had been chatting for nearly three hours, but I still felt unfinished and felt a little hungry.

"I'm going to call Linda to prepare a supper for us." Piaget was about to get angry.

Karen quickly reached out and held his shoulder:

"I'll do it."

Piaget hesitated for a moment, then smiled and said, "That's fine."

Karen first used Piaget's phone to call home and told Aunt Mary that she was chatting with Piaget at his house.

After all, this is his first date with Eunice. If he doesn't go back too late, will his family mistakenly think that he won't go home for the first date?

The man’s family will not feel that they are at a disadvantage, but they may look down on the woman because of it.

After making the call, Karen walked into the kitchen, too lazy to cook anything. She fried a few eggs and made two large sandwiches. Finally, she took out a large bottle of milk from the Piaget refrigerator.

The two of them sat face to face on the sofa and continued their previous chat while eating sandwiches. When the conversation became more interesting, they couldn't help but raise the cup to drink a glass of milk.

Before we knew it, we were chatting until two o'clock in the morning.

Both of them were busy during the day. Piaget went to the library to browse information all day long, while Karen dated all day long. The two gradually went from sitting and talking to lying on the sofa.

In the end, I didn’t know who it was, but when I saw that the other person didn’t respond, I just closed my eyes and fell asleep together.

In a daze of sleep,

Karen suddenly felt a little cold and subconsciously wanted to find something to cover himself with. He remembered that there was a blanket on the sofa.

I couldn't touch it, so I had to open my eyes, only to find something like human skin "coming downstairs" at the entrance of the stairs.

Karen saw it, and it seemed to see Karen.

However, Karen didn't feel any fear in his heart, because he probably guessed who that thing was.

On the one hand, it may be that I have experienced a lot of this kind of thing recently, and on the other hand, it may be that I have a relatively close relationship with Piaget, which is similar to the fact that I have no fear of being close to human corpses.

Karen didn't yell, and continued to watch it go downstairs.

Then, my eyelids couldn't hold back the sleepiness, so I closed my eyes and continued to sleep.

After falling asleep for a while, I felt someone pushing me gently.

Opening his eyes, Karen saw Linda standing in front of him with a warm smile:

"Mr. Cullen, it's easy to catch a cold if you sleep here. The guest room is ready. You can go to the guest room to rest."

From the corner of her eye, Karen noticed that Piaget on the sofa opposite had disappeared.

In fact, for Karen, it doesn't make much difference whether Linda is a personality born out of Piaget's schizophrenia or has elements of a demon. He can accept both majors calmly.

The most important thing is that he doesn't think the other person will hurt him. This kind of trust comes inexplicably, but it makes people inexplicably sure.

"Okay, thank you ma'am."

Karen did not refuse this arrangement, because he already felt a little chilly, and he might catch a cold if he continued to sleep and woke up during the day.

Linda walked in front and Karen followed behind and went up to the second floor.

"This is it. The bed is already made."

"Thank you ma'am."

Karen walked into the guest room, took off his clothes, lay on the bed, pulled up the quilt, and felt completely wrapped in comfort.

A crisp sound sounded next to Karen. Karen opened her eyes slightly and found that a tray containing tea and snacks was placed on the bedside table in front of her.

"The tea is here for you to drink if you are thirsty at night."

"Okay, ma'am."

Linda walked out of the bedroom and closed the door.

Karen turned sideways and continued to sleep.

This sleep was very deep and long.

By the time Karen felt that her mental consciousness had been replenished through sleep to almost fullness,

The sound of music seems to be coming to your ears, very ancient music, with human singing mixed in, but it is very far away, so far away that you can dispel it with a frown.

This is not the feeling of a dream, but a calling.

For example, if you are walking on the beach and there is a group of people having a bonfire party in the distance, of course you can walk over and join them. Of course, you can also turn around and go back, or you can simply lie down far away and continue to sleep.

Karen chose and walked over, because he still couldn't sense the malice, it was more like an invitation.

Just like Piaget left himself to drink coffee,

Very sincere and natural.

Then he found himself standing in a dark place.

Accompanied by a long drink,

Opposite, countless torches were lit, yes, torches.

It is precisely because of the light source on the opposite side that the three-dimensional sense of the space here suddenly appears.

This is a cliff, and Karen stands alone on this side, while all the figures and torches are on the opposite side.

The mountains on both sides are very high, and you can't see the stars when you look up, so this may be in a canyon or in a mountain.

Gradually, there were more and more torches on the other side of the cliff, and in the abyss in the middle, there were also fireflies-like beings rising up, spreading soft and mysterious light all around.

Karen saw slaves standing on the entire cliff opposite. They were bare-chested, and the sweat on their bodies reflected a shiny sheen under the light of the torches.

Some of them were digging with axes and carving knives, while others were transporting stones;

Among them, there is also a large group of people wearing purple robes. They usually carry paint and are painting with brushes.

When the fireflies in the abyss flew to a certain height, the colors on the opposite cliff finally appeared in Karen's field of vision.

At the bottom is a pair of feet, further up is the calf, and still further up is the knee.

Next to that foot, there are countless "beast corpses" lying, as well as densely packed humans who are worshiping.

Whether they are the corpses of beasts or worshiping humans, they are all very small, no bigger than a giant's fingernail.

This is a work in progress, a true religious mural.

A being with such a height can only be a true god!

so,

This is a mural of the true God coming to earth.

"Yo...uh..."

The long and rhythmic shout sounded again, like a trumpet.

The slaves on the opposite side began to shout in unison, forming a special rhythm.

And those in purple robes also danced together.

"Yo...uh..."

The strange and depressing sound, spread by the crowd, formed an echo in the empty valley, and the echo was like a new member joining, blessing the rhythm.

"Snapped!"

"Snapped!"

"Snapped!"

At this time, the slaves and the purple-robed men holding paint began to stamp their feet on the ground, clapped vigorously, and danced a simple dance.

next moment,

They suddenly turned collectively, facing the side of the abyss where Karen stood alone.

Karen was a little confused. Originally, he was just an "outsider" observing silently in the dark, but now, he has become the center of attention.

However, Karen soon discovered that she was being pretentious.

Because a huge woman's head appeared from the abyss in front of her. She rose like a giantess... No, it didn't look like she was rising. It was more like she was just squatting in the abyss. At this time, she was just squatting in the abyss. He stood up.

Her hair was like vines, with circles of light flowing on it. The fireflies that flew out earlier were just part of her body.

When she stood up completely,

Karen, standing behind her, felt as if she was being suppressed by a great being.

This is a kind of intuitive insignificance, and it is also a kind of cold spiritual suppression.

From the book, you will feel that some ancient people chose to worship the so-called gods, which was simply feudal and uncivilized;

But when that huge figure appears in front of you, you can immediately feel the urge to worship.

Worship,

Not because of admiration and respect,

But when you don't have the courage to escape, worship seems to be the only action left.

The giantess's left hand slowly raised. Her left hand held up a pond, with various colors flowing in the pond.

The giantess' right hand also slowly raised. Her right hand was a huge piece of color-changing feathers.

She began to insert her right hand into her left hand,

Sprinkle endless colors,

The splashing colors suddenly turned into swarms of fireflies and started flying again.

Her right hand began to touch the cliff in front of her that was higher than her body.

The content of the murals began to become more rich and specific.

The appearance of a true male god gradually becomes more vivid under this kind of "spreading".

She is not a god,

She is the creator of the mural,

She is creating murals for the true God,

But she is a god,

Because the slaves and the purple-robed men were all worshiping her.

God is a collective term.

Just like the female follower of Goddess Mills seen in Mr. Morf's study.

The prostitutes on the sea islands can create Poseidon's lover Mills as their own belief. Why can't the craftsmen and slaves who created the murals also create a god of their own?

People prayed to avoid earthquake disasters, so they called out Mother Earth;

People prayed that the sea would be calm and that they would not encounter dangerous waves, so they called out the Poseidon;

People prayed for light to shine and dispel the darkness, so they called out the God of Light;

People prayed for order to come and bind the rules, so they called out the God of Order.

God always appears when people need Him.

at last,

The giantess is at the top of the cliff,

A sun is drawn,

The sun shone thousands of rays, completely covering the empty valley in an instant.

Karen subconsciously covered her face with her arms to prevent herself from being burned by the dazzling light.

But when he loosened his arms,

But I saw the bright sunshine outside the bedroom window.

He was still lying on the bed, in the guest room of Piaget's house.

"call……"

A very good dream, not scary or thrilling, but very shocking and very epic.

Karen reached out and picked up the cold tea next to her and took a big sip.

Then,

He froze.

Because he saw that the ceiling above him was not an ordinary chandelier. In fact, there were no lamps on it. In the entire guest room, there was only a bedside table lamp that provided light.

Therefore, he didn't notice it last night, but now when the sun was shining outside, he saw that the top of his head was actually a painting.

In the work, there is an abyss canyon exactly like in the dream.

The difference is that the mural only provides scenes, but there is no "true god mural" on the cliff, nor those densely packed slaves and purple-robed craftsmen and painters, nor the huge woman.

Is it a psychological suggestion?

Although I didn't realize it, when I was drowsy last night, I actually "saw" the mural on my head, so I had the dream just now?

Is this the reason?

Karen got out of bed and got dressed.

As soon as he walked out of the guest room, he saw Piaget with disheveled hair also walking out of the bedroom. Seeing Karen, Piaget smiled happily and said:

"Do you need a bath Karen, hehe, Linda wiped me down last night."

"I'll just take a quick shower."

"Well, okay, I guess Linda must have prepared breakfast a long time ago. My wife will never lose etiquette when guests come over, even if I have told her many times that she can invite me to my home. They are all my friends, and there is no need to pay too much attention to them.”

"Yes," Karen agreed.

Turning on the faucet in the bathroom, Karen began to rinse her face.

He saw a new set of toothbrushes and folded towels on the sink, probably for himself.

"Did you sleep well last night? We talked for too long." Piaget said, leaning against the bathroom door.

"Yes."

"I haven't had such a fun chat in a long time. Many of your ideas feel more advanced than I know, and they are very interesting."

Karen started brushing her teeth;

When squeezing out toothpaste,

He suddenly thought of the hands of the giantess in his dream.

Then,

Finally, it occurred to me that there seemed to be a small church recorded in the few books given by my grandfather.

In fact, when he was dreaming last night, he vaguely felt that he knew something, otherwise he would not have thought of all kinds of worship that people call out to gods. It's just that he saw some things, and it would take some time to think of them in time.

The book records the worship of this small church as a mural;

Its believers are basically craftsmen who paint murals, including many people who paint religious murals for churches or religious sites in various places, and even many painting artists themselves are believers of this church.

Because the number of believers was small and too scattered, the church had little noteworthy climate.

And the name of this church is: "Bi Shen Cult".

The gods they worship have helped the true gods depict their majestic bodies since the last era, and record and convey the stories of the gods through murals.

To a certain extent, this god and her followers were not just "painters" and "craftsmen" in the last era, that is, the early years. They were more like "historians" using divine religion as the carrier. .

After brushing your teeth,

Washed my face,

When wiping your face,

Karen suddenly looked in the mirror and asked Piaget, who was standing behind him and yawning:

"Piaget, is Linda really a Berry believer?"

"Huh? Why do you ask this suddenly?"

"Because in addition to the Berry Church, there are many other small churches that also advocate that the body needs to be cremated."

For example, the Wall God Sect also advocates the cremation of the bodies of their followers, because the ashes... can be used as pigments for the creation of murals.

They believed that this pigment could better communicate divinity and thus better express the image and story of God in the murals.

even,

Considering that the mural creation takes too long,

so,

They can create murals “ahead of time.”

"Linda is a Berry believer." Piaget said.

"Oh." Karen responded and did not continue to ask questions.

They both finished washing and went down to the first floor.

On the dining table on the first floor, breakfast had been prepared and knives and forks were placed. Perhaps they knew that both of them drank too much milk last night, so the cups were filled with water.

Karen and Piaget sat down to have breakfast together. After eating, Karen put down the knife and fork:

"Thanks Linda."

"Haha." Piaget laughed again.

"I'm going back." Karen stood up and said goodbye.

"Hey, wait a minute, look, there is a gift box here. It must be the gift Linda has prepared for you. Please accept it."

"Okay, thank you Linda."

"Well, I won't send you out."

"As you said, there is no need to be polite between true friends."

Karen took the gift box, walked out of Piaget's house, got into the car, and put on her seat belt.

Before starting the car,

Karen hesitated.

Or put the gift box in your hand first and open the box;

What's inside is

It's a box of paint.

Karen was stunned for a moment,

He sighed:

"What a profound gift."

There is also a letter under the paint box,

Karen picked up the letter:

“Dear Mr. Cullen;

I haven't seen my husband so happy for a long time, and I sincerely appreciate your presence and care for his friend.

I should have created a painting for you as a sincere gift to my husband's best friend;

But I'm sorry, I sat in the studio for three hours and didn't know how to put pen to paper.

perhaps,

The brush of your life is held in your own hands, and no one else can write it for you.

And all I can do is give you a brand new paint.

at last,

Once again I would like to express my deepest gratitude to you for deigning to become my husband's friend.

great,

Lord Evil God. "