God Simulator

When Yanjiu returned to Yancheng, no one knew.

He wore a tattered linen cloak, no more garlic strings hanging around his neck, and a straw hat on his head. He looked just like an ordinary old farmer.

This is also the change that Yanjiu made after his trip to the East Continent.

There is no need to show off one's identity as an ascetic monk or to show off to others. A steadfast and pious practitioner should not waste energy on external things.

Standing in front of the temple, Yan Jiu raised his head and stared at the ancient and solemn temple with his cloudy eyes.

Great Lord Yao, I don’t have much time left, but I have tried my best.

Although it is still impossible to break through the higher limit, people will definitely find a way in the future, I believe in them.

…

Next to her, the female adventurer carrying a big bag was also looking at the temple.

Shiojiu stood quietly.

A figure walked out of the temple.

It was a young man who covered his head with a black robe. He came down the steps and walked to the old man.

"You are Yanjiu, the great elder of the Trappist Order, right?"

Yanjiu smiled, with wrinkles on his face: "It seems that you are the new prophet, younger than the rumors."

Prophet Shi Bao smiled: "You are here to pray to the gods, right? Please come in."

"No."

The old man shook his head: "There is a god in my heart, and there are temples everywhere."

"Your wisdom is far beyond ordinary people."

The young prophet admired and suddenly realized something. His face was solemn: "Your injuries are not serious. Please go to the nursing home to recover for a while."

"It can't be raised well."

Yanjiu looked calm: "I am already a dying person. I relied on the revelation given by the gods to understand the [Stigma], but I will eventually grow old, sick, and die."

"I can clearly feel that my life is approaching the end."

He had no panic or regret.

Although my fate has been full of twists and turns, I am lucky enough compared to most people.

"I came here to visit, just to give you this. These are some of my experiences in practice."

Shi Bao took the roll of sheepskin from the old man with both hands.

He looked carefully at the words recorded above, his face becoming more and more astonished.

"Introduction to [Theology], to [Martyr] practice, and then to advanced [Stigma]... through pilgrimage, you can understand knowledge and yourself, challenge extraordinary creatures to improve your own limits..."

"Is this... the way for ascetics to enter the supernatural realm?"

"Just a little immature personal experience."

Yanjiu said calmly: "This is an outline that I personally explored, and it may not apply to everyone. I hope that it can help future generations avoid some detours, and I will be satisfied."

"You give this to me, not the Trappist Order..." Shi Bao seemed to realize something, but did not say the next words.

The old man nodded: "Yes, I hope you can take control of it so that everyone can have the opportunity to read it."

"The Trappist Order... Although I don't want to admit it, many Trappist monks don't want ordinary people to enter this field."

"In front of me, they put away their arrogance and are careful to pretend. But when facing other people, they often act condescendingly because they consider themselves to be extraordinary people."

"My shallow wisdom cannot solve this problem, so I thought about it and compiled all the knowledge and experience I have for everyone to see."

"Everyone can become an ascetic, and perhaps only then can everyone remain humble and respectful. This is also the inspiration given to me by the gods."

Yanjiu suddenly coughed, and his thin body was shaking constantly.

Lieyu patted the old man's back gently and handed him a water bag.

The old man took a sip of water.

Shi Bao pondered for a long time and then said: "I have no clue about the answer you have been unable to find for many years. However, I do have an idea. How about you rename this booklet and make it available to the public."

"The path for ordinary people to enter the extraordinary realm is an amazing feat in itself. Why don't you give it a new name and completely break away from the Trappist Order, so that there will be no restraints."

Yanjiu thought for a while: "Let's call him Wu Xiujiu."

The old man said goodbye to the prophet and headed north, crossing the mountains, passing through Yao City, and finally came to the depths of the forest.

There are continuous volcanoes here, and the black mountains are filled with powerful fire elemental creatures.

As the spectacle [Egil's Fire] grows, the volcanic area has become a restricted area that humans cannot set foot on.

"Why do you keep following me?"

Shiojiu looked at the towering black mountains ahead and took off his straw hat.

Lieyu no longer laughed and joked, but said seriously: "From the earliest days, I wanted to learn extraordinary power from you."

"I didn't know why afterwards, I just thought it would be a pity if you died like this."

"Many years ago, my great-grandfather Nong Aung died because no one gave him timely treatment after falling down in the farmland."

Yanjiu was stunned: "Nong Ang...Nong Ang, the hero who invented ale, it turns out you are his descendant."

"Um."

Lieyu said: "After my great-grandfather passed away, my grandfather continued to farm. When slave traders occupied Yancheng, my grandfather gave up the farmland and returned to being a hunter... I also inherited the profession."

"However, the winemaking skills passed down in our family are still there. My great-grandfather has been studying mead. I am also trying to improve it and make a truly unforgettable mead."

The old man suddenly thought: "You reminded me. Please go and tell Prophet Shi Bao that it is best for martial monks to practice with a companion. It would be better if this companion is good at healing or a scholar."

"Otherwise, this dangerous practice can easily lead to death."

"clear."

The old man stretched out his dry and calloused hands to the young man and said seriously: "Thank you for taking care of me along the way."

Lieyu shook hands with him.

"Let us say goodbye. May Yao bless you."

Yanjiu took off his hat and strode towards the human restricted area that represented death. The fire elemental creatures quickly discovered him and gathered around him.

Lieyu thought of his great-grandfather as told by his father's generation.

The blazing flames ahead looked like a bright and gorgeous red wheat field.

…

After talking about Yanjiu's experience in one breath, Lieyu felt tired and even a little exhausted.

"Please drink some wheat bar, it will make you feel better."

The man sitting opposite ordered a drink.

"No need, I'm used to drinking the wine I brew."

Lieyu took out a sheepskin water bag from his backpack and pulled out the cork. A faint aroma of drunkenness wafted out of it.

Pava sniffed: "Is this the mead you're talking about?"

"Yes, it's still a semi-finished product. Do you want to try it?"

"if you can."

The taste of mead made Pava close his eyes and look intoxicated: "Such a good wine, Miss Hunting Rain, you should really make a large amount of it. Many people will definitely like it."

"It's not good enough. The proportion of honey needs to be adjusted. Let's get down to business first, Mr. Pava."

"Ah, yes, sorry, sorry. This wine really made me forget myself."

Pava sat upright: "So, the last time you saw Elder Yanjiu was in the volcanic area, right?"

"Yes."

"Understood, lost contact for a year. For the time being, Mr. Shiohisa is regarded as missing. I will record Mr. Shiohisa's battle in the Eastern Continent and his personal experience in the latest "Pava's Bizarre Adventure: Heroes" inside."

"That's great." Lieyu breathed a sigh of relief.

"Miss Hunting Rain, I have a small suggestion."

Pava put away his record book: "I have a group of dwarf friends who admire fine wine and respect the brewmaster the most. If you don't mind, you can go to the [Dwarf Fortress] in the south. The dwarf adventure group [Blast Furnace Strangers] are taking a rest. , they are all my old friends."

"You can make mead and have all the help you can get from them."

"Anyway, you want to promote mead to everyone, so why not use [Dwarf Fortress] as the brewing place. The environment there is simple and pure, and the dwarves have straightforward personalities. They will provide you with the necessary funds, and it is a very suitable place to live. Place, as long as you don’t hate the sound of hammering… of course it depends on your personal preference.”

"I do!"

Lieyu's eyes widened, and he couldn't hide the joy on his face: "The dwarves have a good reputation. If possible, of course it would be good."

"That would be great! I'm sure the dwarves will be very happy."

Pava smiled: "Then I will write you a formal letter of introduction now."

"Okay, thanks!"

Lieyu accepted the letter of introduction and left Yancheng.

She glanced back at the black mountains to the north.

I will make the best mead.

You must also work hard to live, Shiojiu-sensei.

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