I Am Not the Supreme God

The gate is far more magnificent than the original, and has reduced the traces of the years, but for Barna, this building will always have a special meaning and cannot replace its position in his heart.

　　 The memory of past lives has long been blurred, and only a few bits of it can be clearly remembered.

　　 But the feelings of the soul, but the real existence, can not be shaken by the vague memory and the distant years.

　　 Vaguely, Barna seemed to remember something. From the history books, he saw that it was himself who added the last brick here.

　　 When I really came here, the vague picture seemed to flash in my mind. The brilliance of At Curie occupies half of the sky.

　　 The Church of Truth has spread all over the world, and there will be people who don’t want to see legends emerge from the history books, even if they respect and worship.

　　 But when the gods gave themselves a second life, everything is beyond their control. The glory of truth rises because of me, and it will be revived again here.

　　 Serena didn't bother Bana, who was extremely touched, but silently looked at the man's back from behind. There was nostalgia in the vicissitudes of life, and this seemed to be the home of his heart.

　　Bana retracted his palms and strode into the Church of Truth, just as majestic as before.

　　 This has attracted the attention of many people, and they also have quite complicated feelings in the dark, but they don't know where to rise.

　　 The interior of the Church of Truth, in order to retain the legendary color of the time, is not as magnificent and elegant as the exterior renovation.

The sculpture of Kumbana the Wise has not been changed. Judging from the current technology, it is too rough. However, even the Kun family has no plan to reshape this sculpture. This is their annual sacrifice to their ancestors and even the king’s accession to the throne. Where it comes, bears unspeakable honor and memory.

　　 At Curie's appearance overlooking the world, with an invisible brilliance, cold and wise.

　　The mottled walls and wooden chairs with a trace of decay are all strange and familiar appearances.

　　 Even if the memory is not real, but with the feeling in the dark, Barna also thinks it should be like this at the beginning.

　　 When Barna was about to enter the prayer place and face the goddess and himself at the beginning, he was stopped by two believers at the door.

　　 "Are you outsiders?"

　　 Barna nodded, and took out his official certificate and the medal of the believer of the Church of Truth.

　　 However, after reviewing it, the guardian shook his head and said: "Sorry, this is not open to outsiders. Wait for the monthly prayer meeting."

　　 Bana looked up inside the door, the memory of the time was right in front of him, and the emotion of looking at each other seemed to have crossed the weight of time.

　　It is absurd that the place where he presided over the construction and the place where he enshrines his sculpture, but he shut himself out.

The believer at the door added: "Please forgive me for the faithful. There is no other meaning, but the space here is not big. If it is fully opened up, truth believers from all over the world will flock to it. The truth believers all over the world act in accordance with the rules."

Barna took his official certificate and shook his head with a smile: "It's okay, I just want to come and see here, with absolute respect, and want to embrace the breath of truth up close, tell me that I can bribe you and let me go in and have a look. ."

　　The believers who can watch the door here and guard the primitive ruins of the goddess and saints are naturally absolutely pious members.

　　 They can feel that Bana is sincere and full of respect.

　　 The most important thing is that the people who can serve here, whether it is their own position or the family background behind them, are unmatched by believers in other places.

The guardian frowned, looked at Barna's face, and then smiled, "Naturally, we can bribe us. Go in, I'll accept your bribe, but please come out within five minutes." "

　　 "Huh?"

　　 Behind Serena followed the silent Barna in a daze, and walked into this classical to somewhat crude sacred place.

　　 She couldn't help asking in a low voice, "Bana, we haven't given them money yet, will we be blackmailed later?"

　　Bana didn't turn his head back, and said, "I have already given it to the silly girl."

"what?"

　　 Serena puzzled: "Yes? When?"

　　Bana replied: "Just now, they accepted my bribe. After so many years, it seems that this is the only place that did not disappoint me."

　　 Serena recalled for a long time, but did not remember what Barna had given others, so she asked, "What did you give them?"

　　Bana turned his head, and coincided with the sculpture of the saint Cumbana, one tall and one low, and he smiled: "My face, and my respect."

　　 Serena was a little bit stunned for a while, and suddenly Barna seemed to be ignited with a lot of brilliance, making it impossible to touch.

　　 But nothing happened originally, and I actually had the illusion that he was a saint.

　　 Serena also became a believer of the Church of Truth under the influence of Barna, which is in line with her desire for knowledge when she first met Barna.

　　 Although the sculpture of the saint Cumbana here is rough, its charm is still there.

　　 I think of other churches of truth again, that exquisite sculpture of saints, Serena feels a little disharmony for a while.

　　 She frowned and said, "In that case, your beard is indeed somewhat similar to that of a saint."

　　Bana smiled, did not answer her, but rubbed everything around her, remembering the vicissitudes of time and the vicissitudes of life.

　　 Stupid boy, it’s not that I look like a sculpture, but that the sculpture is not like me enough~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Even if I wear a beard and face the vicissitudes of life, it is still different from what the world imagined me.

　　 Five minutes passed, and Barna also led Serena out on time.

The two believers at the door reported the etiquette of the church members of the Truth Church, and said with a smile: "Just five minutes, pious, rigorous, courteous, and frank, you are indeed the group of believers we respect most. The Church of Truth is because of you. People flicker, although the rules have been violated, but I am grateful to At Curie for having believers like you."

　　 The last sentence, using your honorific name, is frank and sincere. This is indeed the only place that has not let me down.

　　 After Bana imposed courtesy on the faithful, he turned and left with a smile.

　　 came face to face with an old man wearing a bishop's robe, with a wise light shining in his eyes, but his expression seemed helpless.

　　 The bishop walked straight, and when he passed Barna, he found that Barna did not impose on himself the etiquette of the bishop.

　　 He stopped in his footsteps, but he didn't say much. There seemed to be something important that he wanted to warn.

　　 The bishop accepted the etiquette of the believers and waved his hand: "Farewell to the courtesy. The Hachioji will leave the palace in a quarter of an hour. He will give a private visit to him. We will guide him through here. Pass the order and let all parties be prepared.

　　 The acting skills are better, don’t show off, let him feel sympathetic to the people, but you must not discuss politics and military topics with him, remember to be a fool as I told you! "