To Four Thousand Years Later

Hearing that the young son said that he would heal all the wounds of the people, people gathered from all over the city out of curiosity.

"Praise Solomon!"

The black-haired young boy held on to the stick. Aloud through the crowd: "Praise Solomon, all ye, praise him among all peoples! For he gives you wisdom, life, and all glory; he is the father of fathers, the God of gods." He looked like a child, much less a prophet. Rather, he looked like someone in authority. The body of **** began to glow slightly. He stood in the crowd in a white robe. His pupils were as bright as fire, and his temperament was as calm as a sword.

People were amazed, flinched, and dared not go forward.

Only a young man suffering from typhoid fever stepped out of the crowd and asked him cautiously: "Then what are you going to give us to heal?" Herbs for wizards? Or the spells of the evil nunnery "neither

Jesus paused for a moment, and replied calmly: I use my authority as king to heal you.

He looked around for a week, and said slowly: "Back then, when Hiran, the king of Tire, was in great chaos in the warlike country, he insisted on sending troops to attack the country on the other side of the sea. And the king of the law, Psuscenes II But he tried to take the opportunity to pretend to be Tire! He sent 40,000 soldiers into Tire in batches, killing several villages. He tried to wait for the king of Tire to send troops. He suddenly attacked and occupied the entire royal city of Tire!' His words. Let the surrounding People were startled, feeling nervous as if they were listening to poets telling legendary stories.

But the words of **** seemed to have another magic power—his words were full of wonderful power, and made people see visions of the past like visions.

"The wise and wise King Solomon realized that this would set off unprovoked wars, and plunge the three kingdoms into wars, fire, death and disasters. He rushed to Tire with hundreds of cavalry, and hid 40,000 lands in the forest. Ignite it, and trap the forty thousand elite of Egypt with fire—then he spoke, and cried out in a cadenced voice: "But King Solomon says, I bless this forest! Give it blood to feed on the flesh of my enemies! It will not die from this fire, but prosper! Because it obeys me. And I sang to it life and glory, like those who obey Me "Blessed are you! For I will give you flesh, as Solomon gave flesh to his people!

As **** said, he dipped his hands in the pool behind him, and said solemnly to the young man suffering from typhoid fever, "Come here!"

The man really didn't dare to resist the words of Jesus' majesty," so he obediently walked over and knelt down in front of **** because he was too tall compared to Jesus. Afterwards, **** went to touch his forehead.

Mystical power flowed from him, turning into a healing radiance. His typhoid fever was cured immediately, and he stood up in surprise.

He touched his chest, looked at the people behind him in surprise, and tentatively said, "I seem to be recovering!"

"This is a miracle

The crowd was slightly silent, and then immediately burst into extremely strong enthusiasm!

Those who had been around, those who were afflicted by diseases, or those whose muscles and bones were injured by heavy labor all crowded together and surrounded Jesus. **** touched the bodies of each of them heartily, healed their wounds, and kept shouting: "You should know that you are saved! Because a new king has come to you!" Even those who had no symptoms, People who were just slightly unwell, or simply had some scars on their bodies, also squeezed in. They scrambled to ask **** to touch their heads to get rid of their sickness and disaster. No matter who asked him, **** did not refuse. He touches everyone's body and heals their wounds.

People thanked him and knelt down and chanted his name. Those who were more seriously injured and sick were more moved by his divine power.

At this moment, **** frowned suddenly, raised his head and said, "Which of you touched my shoe just now? They didn't dare to touch Jesus' body. Because the light curtain covering his body made them He was so intimidated that he only dared to lightly touch the corner of his clothes at most, but the idea of ​​actively contacting **** never came to his mind—even if he appeared, he would be instantly killed by the light.

"Teacher, everyone is surrounding you.

One of Jesus' students said, "They're all crowded together. How can a group know who stepped on you?"

"No, it wasn't stepping on me. Someone touched me. Because I felt a force coming out of me.

Only then did the townspeople notice the man who squeezed over from the crowd at some point. He was the beggar who came to Haifa a month ago, was extremely destitute and could not speak the local dialect.

The Zhenmin people became nervous and said one after another: "This person is not from our town!"

"Wolf herder, you can't blame us!"

"Teacher, if you don't like him, we'll kick him out right away.

The crowd showed strong disgust and disgust towards the man, and they explained to **** quickly, trying to distinguish this man from them.

And the man just knelt on the ground, staring blankly at his hands. With just a touch of kung fu, his elbow-broken Zuo Qing has been completely healed—the white and powerful left tube is in stark contrast to the black and gray blood-stained right treasure. Not only was his body healed, but even the extremely strong sense of exhaustion was swept away, and the strong sense of hunger and thirst also disappeared. He hadn't eaten water for nearly two weeks before, even if he wasn't a pure-bred human, he was already weak to the limit. But now, his body felt a level of comfort and comfort that he hadn't felt in years, if he wanted to describe it. It's like being dragged from **** to heaven—from a hopeless situation where you will die if you close your eyes again. This is the return to a normal person, even a much more comfortable state than a normal person. what's the situation? He couldn't understand the people around him, but he could hear them blaming him—and he felt ashamed that he had stolen the healing power of Jesus. He respectfully knelt down on the ground, looked at **** as his head, and planned to leave him. But at this moment, **** suddenly said, "Don't blame him, because what he asked for was exactly what he lacked." The man was about to leave when **** reached out and grabbed the hem of his coat.

Just like that, the person couldn't move—it wasn't the immobility feeling like the clothes were being pulled, but the whole person seemed to be trapped in a quagmire of shadows. Unable to move at all, **** tapped his forehead with his wooden staff, muttering words. At that moment, he suddenly understood everything, whether it was the whispers of the people around him or Ye's voice. Ye let go of his hand, he knelt down again, and said in Solomon with difficulty and dryly: "Thank you. I'm sorry, sacrifice." You don't have a name.

Jesus looked at the top of his head and raised his eyebrows: "You lived for more than a hundred years?"

The man was taken aback, and looked even more humble and awe-inspiring: "Yes, sir.

"Then I will give you a name, follow me. You must regard me as your father, regard me as your mother, regard me as your elder brother, and regard me as your king_" He was silent for a long time, and said solemnly: "From now on, your name is Judas.