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This story is of course not original to Sui Xiong. He is an artist, not a philosopher, and cannot write such a profound story.

As for the original source of the story, he naturally did not know it either - he would feel sleepy even when reading art history. If you ask him to read "Zhuangzi", it would be a miracle if he did not fall asleep within ten minutes after picking up the book.

The reason why he knew this story was from the teaching of a teacher during school.

At that time, his academic performance was relatively poor, and the possibility of being admitted to a key high school was almost zero. His parents were very worried, and he himself was also distressed. Then a teacher who had a good relationship with him advised him to make use of his advantage of loving art and having a certain talent, and start working hard to practice painting from now on, and then apply for an art school in the future.

"Is this method reliable? Can you really support yourself by painting in the future?" The parents were a little worried.

"The situation in our country will get better and better, the economy will become more and more developed, and the demand for art will increase. As long as you paint well, you should not have to worry about income." The teacher analyzed.

So Sui Xiong went to learn painting, but it was not easy. He studied for half a semester and felt that he had made limited progress, but spent a lot of time. He felt that it was very hard and there was no reward, so he began to doubt his life.

"Do I not have a talent for painting?" he asked.

"Most artists don't have much talent." The teacher who taught him painting said, "In this society, the most talented people generally become scientists. The profession of artists depends first on passion and persistence. Especially for painters, talent is not as important as you think."

"But... what if I can't learn well?"

"I have never seen a person who studies painting seriously but can't learn well. It's just a matter of learning speed." The painting teacher said, "The Chinese painting master Qi Baishi didn't become famous until his later years."

Sui Xiong thought about it and still felt that "not becoming famous until his later years" seemed a bit problematic, so he doubted his life even more.

Because he was dazed and frowning all day, the teacher told him this story.

At the end of the story, the teacher said: "Human life is very short. People with good luck can live to be hundreds of years old, while people with bad luck may die in their early thirties. So it doesn't make much sense to think about things far ahead. After all, none of us knows whether we will be a short-lived little bug or a long-lived divine tortoise."

"So what should I do?" Sui Xiong asked.

"First, make sure you can support yourself, and then do what you want to do." The teacher smiled and said, "Life is so short that no one knows how long you can live. So instead of worrying about whether you can achieve results, it is better to do the things in front of you well. Whether it is a little bug, a divine tortoise or a sacred tree, as long as you live seriously, there is no difference between big and small lives."

Strictly speaking, this is a pot of chicken soup for the soul. If Sui Xiong was 25 years old, he would definitely not be drunk by this pot of chicken soup, but at the age of 15, he was still very innocent, so he believed it and continued to work hard to learn painting.

Later, he was admitted to an art school; later, he became an amateur illustrator; and then... he traveled through time.

But no matter what, the teacher's words to him at the beginning, "As long as you live seriously, there is no difference between big and small lives", are indeed very inspiring. Sui Xiong once used this to encourage Woer, who was worried that he would never catch up with the previous generation of the Sun God and would never be able to take revenge. Now Woer used this to encourage Owen, who was confused and didn't know where to go, and the effect was good.

Owen was originally distressed - as the son of the God of Scholars, it didn't matter whether he believed or not. Anyway, believing or not would not affect the coming of the God of Scholars when necessary. However, now that the God of Scholars has fallen, his priesthood has been inherited by the God of Knowledge and Culture. The value of his existence as a son has disappeared, and his life over the past ten years seems to have been denied. The meaning of his entire existence seems to have disappeared...

No matter how honest he is, his heart is full of complaints. He feels like a toy, or maybe his life is just a joke, and he is spinning around at the touch of a high god.

What is the meaning of such a life?

At this time, he heard Woer's teachings, and his eyes suddenly brightened.

Compared with gods, mortals are indeed insignificant, but the value of life lies only in oneself, what does it have to do with others?

Whether it is a sacred turtle or a sacred tree, no matter how long they live, what does it have to do with a short-lived insect?

Even if the insect will be eaten by a bird soon, at least it has lived seriously and has its own life.

As insignificant as oneself, as long as one lives seriously, this life is valuable, not an empty toy!

So his heart suddenly became clear, and he was full of respect for this god of knowledge and culture.

Completely different from the unreachable god of scholars, this majesty is the great existence he really wants to follow!

Not only that, this majesty showed him a magnificent world beyond imagination, which made him full of yearning.

As long as he follows behind this majesty, perhaps even as insignificant as oneself, he can truly see a wider and more magnificent world and live a more wonderful life!

"Your Majesty, please let me follow in your footsteps!" He said sincerely, "I have understood the value of my life, but I still want to see more magnificent scenes and a more distant future!"

Woer smiled and helped him up.

"From today on, you are my priest." He said, "I will make a promise to you. If you can reach the peak of the high level, I will help you enter the legendary realm, promote you to the chosen one, and grant you an immortal body."

This promise is very important, and it moved the elders of the Hart family and the senior officials of the Church of the God of Scholars.

To promote the chosen one is to grant a trace of divinity. This is a big loss for the gods, so most gods are not willing to promote the chosen one.

For example, the God of Scholars has never promoted even one chosen one in all these years.

In contrast, Wor, who just promoted one chosen one after being deified and now promised to promote another one, feels a bit different.

But this does not affect the faith and reverence of the new believers for him. On the contrary, their faith becomes stronger.

Although faith is based on ideas rather than interests, a generous and generous god is certainly easier to be loved by people than a stingy god.

In life, interests are also necessary.

When Woer left, all the people in Gray Tower City who originally believed in the God of Scholars had changed their beliefs and became his devout believers.