The 100-foot basalt altar has frost on its bronze platform. The barefoot copper bells of the congratulatory dance begin, the silk and snow robes are flowing, the lake green necklace hangs down the curtain, and the sacred bird kite flies in the sky and the song of sacrifice begins.
The incense is as rich as mist, and the sky and earth are green. A snow-white elephant walked out of the Jinluan Temple. Its body was heavy, its proboscis drooped, and its steps were slow and silent.
The spirit of the immortal angel walked into the wilderness for thousands of years, passing by the vast Min Mountains, wading through the Tangtang Min River, and walking on rugged and poisonous roads. The body was muddy, the jade teeth were broken, and the flesh and blood were eaten.
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The white elephant is gone. The kingdom of God has no need for gods.
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The mist is like weeping, the ivory piles on the altar are like mounds, the golden staff reflects the sun, the jade is a forest, and tens of thousands of brocade clothes are all burned to the god's residence;
Under the altar, the mulberry fields were forcibly converted into gardens, and silkworm women reeled silk day and night to weave clothes for gods and wealthy families.
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The fire cooks the oil, and the flowers bloom in brocade, flourishing and dying.
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A kingdom of God that is about to collapse.
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Wen Jingchen has been working in Wanzhuwu for seven years since he escaped from the nightmare many years ago. In the village, she learned to fish and how to raise silkworms and weave cloth.
It was an ordinary morning in spring. The fog is thick in the mountains and the vegetation is damp. The continuous bamboo huts screamed and wailed amid the waves of fire.
In the sky full of fire, corpses were strewn everywhere, and warriors in golden armor stood solemnly.
The mist dispersed, and the young man's silver hair was like snow, his green gold divine clothes were majestic, his five fingers grasped the square bronze face and caressed the white elephant beside him, he was leisurely and calm, not stained by a trace of dust.
The golden bell of the bronze sacrificial staff was crisp and clear. The young man walked up to her, knelt down and presented the golden silk-covered face. His voice was so gentle that it was almost compassionate: "Your Highness, you have had enough fun. I will take you home."
The long night will dawn.
The last king Wen Jingchen × the priest Zhu Ling Zhou Hebai
Food guide:
1. The background refers to the ancient Shu Kingdom. It is more nonsense and nonsense by the author. Do not take it seriously.
2. There is no god in the Kingdom of God, and all supernatural phenomena have explanations
3. Think about it later
Purpose: To use tools to help people, and to use techniques to make people better
