Darkness is Coming

"pity?"

  Juliana looked up at Bai, afraid to stand up.

"Well, sympathy." Bai stretched out his hand and pulled Juliana, took her by the hand and took her to the wooden chair to sit down, and asked, "You are the holy clan I have ever met, who loves reading the most except me, can you? Tell me why you love human works?"

"I……"

   "Despite speaking what is in your heart, you have nothing to hide from the All-Knowing Lord."

"I like reading, because reading can not only bring me a new experience, but also bring me all kinds of knowledge. Others of the same family are reluctant to read, I think it is probably because they cannot understand the emotions and emotions that human beings inject into the text. Fantasy." Juliana carefully observed Bai's expression and slowly spoke her inner thoughts.

"You've reached the key point." Bai patted the baby's back gently and said softly, "Emotion is an important factor in human evolution, and it is also a key part of making carbon-based creatures move towards complete intelligent creatures. It took only a few thousand years to evolve from a low-level creature hiding in a cave to avoid the storm to the level it is today, not only because of human imagination, but also because human beings understand sympathy, do you know Milan Kundera?"

"Who?"

   "There is a copy of "The Unbearable Lightness of Life" next to it, which is a gift from me to you and Origen."

"Who?" Juliana repeated the question subconsciously, and then followed Bai's gaze to the stone platform on the right side, on which was a withered paper book and a piece of letterhead, with a beautiful flower body on the letterhead The word excerpts a passage: sympathy, that is, being able to share joys and sorrows with others, and at the same time share with others any other emotion: joy, sorrow, happiness, pain. This sympathy therefore refers to the highest state of emotional imagination, to the art of emotional telepathy. Of all the realms of emotion, this is the highest emotion.

  Milan Kundera, apparently the author of The Unbearable Lightness of Life.

   So Origen, is that the baby's name?

   "Well, his name is Origen." Bai sympathetically stroked the baby's forehead.

   "Has the same name as this church?" Juliana immediately thought that the church she was in was also named Origen.

   "Accurately speaking, this church has the same name as him. He also has a Chinese name called Ou Ruijin."

   "Origen..." Juliana pondered the name over and over in her heart. Origin (origin), meaning origin?

"Saint Race is a young race. It's only been less than a year since its birth. Saint Race is like Origen in my arms. It's still a baby, maybe a very powerful baby, but it's still a baby." Bai sighed, "We don't have our own language, we don't have our own art, we don't have our own country, we can't find our own origin, and we can't see our own destination."

"To make the Saint Race a real race, not a ghoul hiding in the human world, the Saint Race must first understand sympathy. A race that cannot resonate with its fellow race is just a piece of sand, not only without history, but also without The future." Bai continued, "in all languages ​​derived from Latin, the word compassion consists of the prefix com- and the root ?passio, which originally meant "bitter," which you have tasted The taste of 'bitter', so you can understand sympathy, and I hope you can share this precious treasure with more of your kin."

   "Sorry, I don't understand." Juliana was a little confused. "You mean, like a human writer, I want to convey my own feelings and the feelings I want to resonate with my family through words or other means?"

   "If there is one day, I hope you can do it." Bai shook his head, entrusted the baby in his arms to Juliana, and said solemnly, "But now, I hope you can raise this child."

   "Euregin?"

   "Yes, he is the Son of the Temple, and you, the Godmother of the Son."

  Juliana was overwhelmed with her baby.

Perhaps it was Juliana's clumsy posture that made the baby feel uncomfortable, or maybe it was because the baby felt reluctant to leave Bai's arms, and the sleeping Origen suddenly burst into tears, and opened her eyes, her eyes were bright red and clear like blood gems. No impurities are visible.

   "He's hungry." Bai smiled and picked up a steel feeding bottle from the stone platform and handed it to Juliana.

  Juliana couldn't see what was in the bottle, but she smelled the tantalizing smell of blood plasma.

   Origen stopped crying, stretched out his fleshy little hands to hold the bottle, and sucked happily against the pacifier.

"A human individual is a blank piece of paper when it is first born. The material and quality of the paper are determined by innate genetic selection, and the content carried by the paper is determined by the creation of the day after tomorrow. The Saint Race is different. The individual of the Saint Race is born. It has inevitably been branded, and the creative space left is extremely limited. For example, language, as a human Juliana only speaks English and Spanish, so you can only use English and Spanish, Even if you want to learn other languages, your memory and learning ability will hold you back."

"Of course, for the current saints, learning the knowledge of human beings is not necessarily the most important thing. If the saints can replace humans and become the masters of the earth, then we will have a long time to digest human beings in thousands of years. The precious wealth generated, if the Lord of Evolution no longer cares for our family, then we will not have enough time to learn the knowledge of human beings.”

   "But I can't help but think, if there is a saint who has never touched any human knowledge and explores this infinitely wonderful world like a newborn human baby, what will he become in the end?"

   "It's fun, isn't it?"

  Juliana stared blankly at Origen, who was greedily sucking blood in her arms, and suddenly understood.

This baby is a saint. He received the transformation ceremony when he was born. Even the human body has not yet fully developed and is no longer human. Naturally, his little head did not contain any knowledge instilled by humans. .

   This is what Lord Shengbai called "a piece of white paper".

But this is no ordinary white paper. Juliana can feel the pressure of Origen, and a baby wrapped in a swaddle can also give Juliana a sense of pressure, not because Juliana is too weak, but because of this Babies are too strong.

   This is a born saint, a king who will go hand in hand with the four saints.

   And the chances of the natural saints appearing are very small, so it is certain that the temple may have produced thousands of "white papers" without the knowledge of other races and humans.

   "Bang, bang bang."

  Origen finished drinking the blood in the bottle, and seeing that there was no more food dripping from the pacifier, he patted the steel bottle with his hand, and then folded a few small fingers, and the steel bottle was pinched into a flat shape.