I'm looking for fairyland alone

Chapter 217 Karzai: Hello, Orientals, welcome to be our sacrifice
Kabul, inside the highest mosque.

Ghani sat cross-legged on the rug where the elders usually sat.

Lights were cast from overhead, and the surroundings were extremely bright, with no shadows at all.

The gunshots and riots faintly coming from outside the city formed an extreme contrast with the tranquility inside the temple.

The high walls around the temple have already divided the inside and outside of the temple into two different worlds, one seems to be the world of Allah, and the other is the chaotic human world.

But can he really enter the world of Allah?
Gani looked at the small black box on his lap, and fell into a panic and loneliness that he had never felt before.

At each fork in the road, people can only make one choice, and take their own future as the price of this choice.

The scriptures say that Allah promised hypocrites, men and women and disbelievers that they will go to Hell and live there forever, and that Hell is enough to punish them.

So will he enter heaven to meet Allah in the future, or will he enter Hell and be punished forever?

"Why are you still hesitating?" The gloomy voice suddenly sounded.

Ghani didn't look up: "Saleh, are we on the right path or the evil path?"

"Only Allah knows whether we are on the right path, but no matter what we do, the situation will never be worse than it is now."

Gani was silent.

The gloomy voice said slowly: "Gani, you have to understand that making any choice now is better than not making a choice."

"If your choice is the right way, you will definitely see Allah in the future. If you are wrong, then you will naturally go to Hell, but if you have no choice, what will be the consequences in the future?"

After a moment of silence, Gani asked, "Is the city of Nuristan ready?"

The gloomy voice replied: "We have been preparing for so long in Nuristan, and General Samim has noticed it for a long time. It is his attitude that he has not paid any attention to it... Now, Karzai has arrived in Nuristan. Stan City, our arrangement has been completed."

Ghani sighed deeply: "I am confused by the choice, and my future is dark... Every point of choice is a test for people by Allah, but how can my despicable heart ensure that I will walk on the right path?" What? Allah, please forgive my humbleness and ignorance."

With trembling hands he picked up the relic from his knees.

Beside him, a wriggling shadow appeared.

Gani didn't hesitate any longer, and put the holy object into the shadows.

The sacred object was immediately swallowed by the shadows, and was never seen again.

……

"Allah has closed their hearts and their ears, and their eyes are covered with a film; they will suffer great punishment."

In the south of Nuristan, Karzai walked in a dark and dirty alleyway.

Stains mixed with excrement stained his clothes and soles, but he didn't care at all.

His expression was compassionate and pious, but when he passed through the alleyway, he left more than a dozen corpses behind him.

Turning back, Kazaryi said to the empty alley: "Some people say: 'We have believed in Allah and the end of the day.' In fact, they are definitely not believers."

In the quiet alleyway, there was a creaking sound, and an old man with his eyes gouged out touched the door frame and muttered in a low voice: "Mahdi..."

Another door opened, and another girl with numb eyes came out from the door: "Mahdi..."

Another door was pushed open, and a young man with scars on his face walked out of the door alone, with strange lights shining in his eyes: "Mahdi!"

……

Seeing the men and women who came out one after another, Karzai smiled on his face.

"Yes, the Mahdi is about to come."

He turned his head to look at the tall woman who had been silently following behind him, and praised: "Gula, you have done a good job, there must be a place for you before Allah."

The woman bowed her head and said nothing.

Karzai's eyes showed pious expectations: "Since the arrangements have been made...then let Mahdi come to this world!"

A black dot on the woman's hand rapidly enlarged, turning into a mass of wriggling shadows.

A two-finger wide wooden box was spit out by the shadow and fell into Karzai's hands.

"Saleh, your ability has given us a lot of convenience." Karzai looked at the wooden box in his hand devoutly, "This is the sacred object that the elders have kept for so many years? We have not got it for so many years." , but this time it was so easy... so easy that people doubt the truth of the matter."

A gloomy voice came out from the squirming shadows: "It's all a gift from God... everything has already been predestined! Karzai, be careful of that oriental man, don't let the chosen sacrifice escape."

"It is his luck to be chosen as a sacrifice, and it is also what Allah has already predestined." Karzai smiled, "He can't run away."

A frenzied stream of people began to gather behind Karzai.

……

"Young man, have you thought about a problem? Suppose you have a button in your hand. After you press it, the whole world will be destroyed..."

The elder walked barefoot on the muddy ground.

His feet are covered with mud, which makes him more like an old farmer, but also more friendly. Even with Lu Zhen's indifferent heart, it is difficult to control his affection for the elder.

"The whole world is too big, let's say this earth. If you press this button, you can control a world-destroying weapon and destroy the earth. Would you press this button?"

After speaking, Alavi looked at Lu Zhen kindly.

Although it was a bit strange why Alavi would ask such a strange question, Lu Zhen thought about it for a while, then shook his head and replied: "No."

He still doesn't know the identity of Allawi, but he can guess that Allawi is definitely one of the highest status people in this land.

Although Lu Zhen didn't have much hostility towards Avila, he was still constantly adjusting his state in order to maintain himself in the strongest state.

The dislocated left arm has been spliced.

Under his strong resilience, the pain in the internal organs has also disappeared.

If there is no violent fight with others, this injury will not affect his actions.

"You won't, but many people will." Alavi looked at Nuristan not far away, "Poverty, hardship, hunger... Countless people are suffering, and the world doesn't seem to be getting better than before. They Nor is there a tendency to see the world getting better."

Thinking of what he saw and heard along the way, Lu Zhen agreed: "If there is such a button in their hands, they will press it."

Alavi sighed, and the wrinkles on his forehead deepened a lot: "For them, the world is suffering, and birth is sin. I have heard children complaining to their parents countless times, why they were born... If there is such a chance , millions of people will press that button.”

Sara, who was on Alavi's right hand, said, "This is the case here. How are the pagans in the West different from ours? They are rich and not materially poor."

"But who knows how many torn souls are hidden under the surface of joy? If there is such a button as you said, then they will not hesitate to press this button."

"Why should there be pain? Even if they are extremely bored, they will choose to destroy the world." Allawi looked up at the dark sky, "We look up at the sky and believe that human civilization is above the sky, but we ignore it on the earth. Humanity itself struggling to survive."

"For hundreds of years, human weapons have undergone tremendous changes, from spears to guns, and even weapons that were unimaginable before, and the power they control is getting stronger and stronger."

"If, in the future, the power under the control of a single individual is great enough to destroy the world, then each individual is a potential destroyer of civilization."

"You are too pessimistic." Lu Zhen said.

Even though Allawi still had a peaceful face when he spoke, Lu Zhen still felt the pessimism in Allawi's words and the exhaustion deep in his bones.

Lu Zhen has always only cared about his own cultivation, and has never considered such a grand theme as the continuation of human beings and civilization.

In this sense, he is an extremely selfish person.

If he can find his own immortality in the considerable future, then what does human beings and civilization have to do with him?
So it was difficult for him to resonate with Avila much.

Allawi bowed his head: "Human beings are really the most fragile life. Even the strongest can be easily destroyed by endless pain... We can endure pain, but we must see hope."

He looked at Lu Zhen: "We believe in Allah, rely on Allah, and Allah is our hope."

"We believe that when the appointed Judgment Day comes, Allah will judge each person according to their beliefs and actions, and enter heaven to reward believers and those who do good deeds, and enter Hell to punish disbelievers and criminals."

"But here, they can't wait any longer." He pointed to Nurstain, "People in pain, who doesn't long for the Judgment Day to come immediately? Immediately, you can see that Allah will judge the good and the evil, so that the good will be rewarded." What a blessing it is to let the wicked receive evil rewards."

After hearing so many words, Lu Zhen felt that he was about to grasp the point: "You mean, the Judgment Day of your belief will come immediately? Or, they are trying to make the Judgment Day come immediately?"

"Everything is predestined by Allah, and no one can influence Allah's will." Allawi shook his head, "Suffering is a means for Allah to test his people. If you can endure suffering and still maintain your faith in Allah, in the end...but , they have endured for too long... the endless suffering is too heavy for them."

"While seeing their loved ones die or being humiliated, and seeing their own precarity and starvation to death, how many people can follow the righteous way of Allah?"

Lu Zhen listened silently.

After a pause, Avila continued: "In the west, there is a minority who believe in the imams that have been passed down from Ali."

"Starting from Ali, there have been twelve Imams. Among them, the last Imam, Muhammad Mahdi Muntazal, is the most special."

"They believe that the No. 12 Imam disappeared more than 900 years ago, but he did not die. He is still alive today, but he is hidden away. He will return to the world until the end of the world and bring justice to the world."

"They see this imam as the ultimate savior, the Mahdi."

When Lu Zhen entered the city of Nuristan, he had heard Sarah say the words of the Imam, and he could roughly understand Alavi's words at this time, so he asked: "You and most people here should not believe in the Imam."

Avila nodded: "We consider the Prophet Muhammad and his four successors, Bakr, Umar, Uthman and Ali to be orthodox, and do not recognize any imams."

Lu Zhen frowned: "You mean, although there are only a few people here who believe in Imams, they are still looking forward to the reappearance of Imams?"

"Why not? If there is a way to reappear the No.12 imam, many people are willing to do it." Avila's feet have already stepped on the city of Nuristan.

Everything in the city was quiet, as if nothing had happened.

Lu Zhen asked again: "So, in your opinion, what will be the consequences of the Imam's reappearance?"

"Deviating from the righteous way of Allah, maybe the one summoned is not the imam, but the demon." Avila said heavily, "but who cares? Even if the demon is summoned, turning this place into hell will be much worse than it is now ? In this land, the bottom people are actually in hell."

"But if the Imam is really reappeared, even if the Imam is not the messenger of Allah who is comparable to the Prophet in the rumors and brings the righteous way to the world, but a real ancient person, it will have a great impact , at least it can reduce the conflict of different opinions.”

Hearing this, Lu Zhen asked directly: "You told me this because it has something to do with me?"

Avila stopped in his tracks: "As far as I know, in order for the imam to reappear, they need a sacrifice, a body to carry the imam's strong will."

"Whether the No.12 Imam is the Messenger of Allah or not, he is an ancient person more than 1000 years ago and needs an extraordinary body to carry it."

Lu Zhen was puzzled: "There are many strong people here, why me?"

Allawi said calmly: "Because you are strong enough, and the stronger the sacrifice, the higher the success rate of successfully bearing the will of the twelve imams. In the entire land, except for me, you are the most suitable sacrifice. Taste."

"And you happened to kill a lot of people here, no, not a few, but a lot... It's very likely that the strong died directly or indirectly because of you."

"In addition, as an Easterner, it is their wish not to allow you to return to the East safely."

"In their eyes, you, who are reckless and only know how to kill, may be the most suitable sacrifice."

Lu Zhen can understand what Alavi said about the oriental people and their own strength.

But what does it have to do with killing many people?Lu Zhen was a little doubtful, but he knew that it was pointless to ask these questions.

"What will happen if I leave Nuristan immediately and head north?" Lu Zhen looked around him.

Without a sound, everything in his sight became blurred and lost its original color, as if shrouded in a layer of gray mist.

Houses, streets, trees, lights... seem to be gradually losing their sense of existence, and are about to disappear from the world.

The sounds coming from all around gradually diminished, and finally disappeared, and the city of Nuristan fell into a strange dead silence.

"No." Allawi turned a blind eye to the changes around him, "No matter how far you run, you will be forcibly pulled back here...Once you get involved, you can't escape. You can only enter the city of Nuristan and face what you are involved in. , is the solution.”

Lu Zhen asked seriously: "What is your attitude towards this matter?"

Allawi sighed: "I don't want to see more casualties."

Even in this situation, Lu Zhen felt the compassion and true city in Alavi's tone.

Lu Zhen took a deep breath, his eyes became indifferent: "I sympathize with everything that happened here, but..."

Without any time to change, the scene in front of Lu Zhen changed suddenly.

In a blink of an eye, Alavi and Sara had disappeared, and he was already in a huge confined space.

In front of him was a tall man with profound facial features and a somewhat crazy demeanor in piety.

Next to the man is a woman wearing a black turban with only a pair of eyes exposed, and her height is almost the same as the man's.

"Hello, Oriental..." The man's smile gradually widened, "Congratulations on your supreme honor—becoming our sacrifice."

Behind the man, countless pairs of fanatical eyes focused on Lu Zhen.

……

The moment Lu Zhen disappeared, Avila closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, everything around him became hazy.

Instead of moving forward, he retreated backwards.

Sara, who was silent for a long time, walked up to Alavi: "Elder, you should stop here."

Alavi didn't know how many times he sighed: "Sara, do you think they did the right thing?"

Sara said softly: "As you said, it is impossible to get worse, and in the end we will just run to the fire of hell together."

"The scriptures say, those who believe, fight for the way of God; Evil ways, how can you justify yourself before Allah?"

The middle-aged woman Sara was possessed fell backward and became a cold corpse.

"Elder, I didn't kill her, she was a corpse when I possessed her."

Another Sarah stepped out of the hazy space, a young girl Sarah.

The girl looked at Alavi with burning eyes: "But if you go one step further, the me you see will die immediately, and there will be one more corpse in this city."

Allawi's footsteps stopped: "This is the method you use to stop me?"

Sara said: "Elder, even the villain Mamel, who was betrayed by Allah, returned to the embrace of Allah at the last moment and was willing to cooperate with our actions with his last life. Why do you still want to stop us?"

Allawi shook his head: "Because you are not on the right path."

"Sarah, you should understand that only God can decide when the final day of judgment will come. During this period, we can only be patient and follow the righteous path of God."

"How arrogant are you to try to decide the time of Judgment Day for Allah? Allah will definitely not let you succeed."

"We have reached the limit of our patience..." Sara did not back down, "And, elder, how do you know that all this is not something that Allah has already decided?"

"We can only have one choice, to betray Allah, or to follow the righteous way of Allah in the midst of suffering." Alavi walked slowly to Sara, patted Sara's head with rough palms, eyes There were already tears in the middle: "I don't want to watch you betray Allah, but I feel your pain... Sara, what can I do to help you?"

Sara grabbed the elder's palm and put it on her cheek with gentle eyes: "As long as you don't do anything, it will be the greatest help to Sara. Since Sara has made her own choice, So no matter what you need to face in the future, it will be the price that Sara will have to pay."

"Elder, you must know that Sara has grown up..."

　The writing is so slow, from one afternoon to one chapter now.

　　There is only one chapter today, I don’t know how many chapters I owe...

　　
　
(End of this chapter)