Mystery: My Encounters with the Celestial God

Chapter 293 The Western Strategist is Junlong (3K)

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Although the all-knowing and all-seeing infinite wisdom had seen Grace's past, she was still willing to hear her own followers recount it.

This was a novel perspective that Ron had never experienced before.

Confessing to God is a very private matter for believers, and it usually takes place in churches, in small prayer rooms, or late at night.

Because confession is the act of revealing one's most private secrets to the divine.

However, few true gods or hidden beings will seriously listen to these useless trifles and "secrets".

Unless, of course, some sequence zero is particularly gossipy and loves to listen to the clamor and ignorance of humanity.

Of course, besides these, there is another type of person who prefers a different way of confessing.

That is.

The Intis's Confession!

People may deceive pastors, husbands, and children during confession, but they rarely deceive God.

Because in their hearts, the gods are high above, unseen and untouchable, and confession is like an outlet for venting, allowing them to release all the filthy thoughts in their hearts, regardless of whether the gods are disgusting or not, or whether they want to hear it or not. In any case, their psychological pressure has been released.

It's like the wealthy pilgrims and rich people who sought enlightenment and worshipped Buddha before the destruction of the previous civilization.

As Emperor Roselle aptly put it, history always repeats itself!

Based on his diary entries, Ron could hardly imagine how bad the mental state of the "Eternal Sun" and the "God of Steam and Machines" really was.

They receive prayers daily, hear confessions, and the things that serve as anchors for them, which are probably all jumbled up and unspeakable.

For example, "God, please forgive me and the lady next door."

For example, "God, please forgive me for switching places with a stranger."

For example, "God, I actually tasted my boyfriend's penis on my girlfriend's penis! Please punish these two scumbags!" and so on...

And among these, quite a few describe the process of the "crime" in detail!

I understand everything I understand.

For Intis, a country teeming with talent, Endless Wisdom still holds high hopes.

Therefore, please let Ron Sothos bear some of the responsibility for this kind of mental pollution!

"I wonder if Rosell is still alive. If he is, throw him back into the day the Count of Champagne wreaked havoc, and let him suffer that fate dozens, even hundreds of times. That would be enough to atone for his sins in starting the colonial era!"

Looking at the tearful believer before her, the silver-haired woman pondered to herself while gently stroking her glossy black hair with her palm.

Running the church always gave Ron the illusion of raising a group of small animals. Watching them grow little by little always brought her a sense of satisfaction, filling the emptiness in her heart.

Although this didn't bring her any real help and was actually a burden, the emotional value was priceless!

"Actually, this is what makes me different from the two of you."

"I'm doing a good deed, and I'll even include you two so you can benefit from it too!"

While comforting the believer who gave her fatherly warmth, the silver-haired woman was indulging in shameless boasting in her mind.

"Stop talking nonsense!"

"Pah, that's disgusting!"

Amidst extremely disdainful hisses, the Celestial Venerable and God unleashed endless curses and mockery upon this shameless fellow.

At this moment, Ron felt even more comfortable, soothing his own "little animal," provoking the two vicious dogs next door, watching them bark wildly but unable to do anything about him. Could there be a more enjoyable time than this?

Time passed by, and the porcelain shop owner soon finished recounting his life, which could be described as full of misfortune.

Her eyes were red, and she couldn't stop sobbing. It seemed that being able to tell the story of the injustice she had suffered, rather than just constantly confessing her sins before the gods, was a rare pleasure for her.

Although she didn't know why she was guilty of something in order to survive.

In the tranquil atmosphere, it had already come to evening. Since the city had no gas streetlights, only the red sunset cast its last rays.

Inside the shop, there was a sense of drowsiness and warmth.

"My child, sleep now. God has never remembered your sins; no one is guilty."

In the caress of those warm hands, in the gentle whispers like a spring breeze, Grace seemed to have a long dream, a dream in which the gods were stroking her long hair, comforting her, forgiving her, and understanding her.

For such a small animal with low intelligence, her unconditional trust was the reason Ron kept his eyes on her.

The silver-haired woman bent down and picked up the sleeping "little animal" lying on her lap, placing it in her arms. She pinched the shopkeeper's cheek and gently kissed her forehead, just like in a myth.

As the sun slowly rose, a refreshing breeze blew past the doorbell, and its ringing woke Grace from her peaceful sleep.

"When did I fall asleep?"

The black-haired woman rubbed her eyes and suddenly heard the creaking of the old shop door. As soon as she turned her head, she saw an elderly woman in her 70s walking quickly to her.

"Good morning, Mrs. Freya. What kind of earthenware pot would you like?"

She asked habitually, looking at the landlord who had been very generous to her.

"Little Grace, don't overwork yourself. Good health is everything!"

"You know what? That damned tax collector, Aye, was found dead in his house this morning. My old friends say he was choked to death by the gold growing inside him!"

The gossip shared by the old lady left the good-looking woman stunned, her mind unable to process it.

"This must be the 'God of Wealth' discovering his crimes and punishing him!"

"Moreover, it wasn't just him; many of the tax collectors on the streets ahead had their bellies burst from the gold, with gold growing in their intestines, skulls, and even brains!"

"I heard that even Elder Badr in the inner city died from being overeaten; his belly was stretched to the size of a house! He seemed to have been leading the resistance against that chosen one of the gods, but I never expected it to end like this."

Although she is already 60 years old, that does not prevent Freya from clearly expressing the gossip she heard from her old friends early in the morning.

"Mrs. Freya, if I remember correctly, Elder Baldr is in charge of the city's taxes, isn't he?"

Grace's words, tinged with a sense of bewilderment, seemed to indicate that she had seen someone yesterday, or perhaps something had happened.

"Oh, by the way, Miss Sothos!"

She suddenly realized something, but just as the black-haired woman was about to turn her head to look around, she suddenly froze on the spot.

Because in her memory at this moment, there was no barefoot, extremely beautiful silver-haired lady, only a figure composed of endless layers of radiance!

In her memory, she held onto the arm of the light and shadow and sincerely invited Him to visit her home.

This image is described in great detail in the classic texts about the "Time and Space Ruler".

The most memorable piece of advice for her was this:

"It cannot be looked at directly, cannot be tested, cannot be guessed; this is the all-knowing and all-seeing god, one of his myriad forms."

Grace's eyes widened instantly. She touched her forehead, which seemed to have been lightly kissed, and her legs went weak. She knelt on the ground, unable to recover for a long time.

"They're wasting air while they're alive, and wasting land when they're dead, and they even dare to take my money!"

The silver-haired woman muttered a disdainful curse under her breath, then stuffed the head-sized gold nugget back into the Royal Treasury.

There are many people like Grace in this city, but Ron can't possibly help them all personally.

Therefore, for the sake of the "little animals'" living environment, He specially cursed the tax collectors who had acted greedily, causing them to die in agony.

Whether this would be a temporary solution was not within Ron's considerations.

Even if she only treats the symptoms, it would be enough to cure the disease forever.

If you find it, just kill it. What's so difficult about that?

Never try to reason with great beings, because their very existence is a kind of reason.

After her short stroll, Ron returned to the temple, where she found the Chosen One and listened to his report and plans for establishing a kingdom.

If all goes well, Ron will leave and return to Backlund.

The recent travels made her miss her own sofa and big bed at home.

"Lord Siea has returned, and your decree has been conveyed. The Seven Gods have neither expressed their support nor their opposition."

"Their attitude was extremely cold; only the god of knowledge and wisdom sent a congratulatory gift!"

"A congratulatory gift?"

Upon hearing this, the silver-haired woman's expression became rather strange.

Did He say anything?

Ron raised his head slightly, pursed his lips which were unusually pale, and asked curiously.

"The deity widely worshipped in Remnantburg, Maximiliana, and Segal seems to want to preach in the newly established kingdom and has promised that the 'Church of Knowledge' will provide us with some support."

"That deity said that He was very willing to deal with intelligent and wise gods, and also said that He wanted to ask about Your omniscience and wisdom in person..."

Oh, how could I possibly accept this?!

These flattering words made Ron overjoyed, and an uncontrollable smile spread across his delicate yet resolute face.

How many years? How many years!?

Her talent as Ron Sothos has finally been discovered!

Finally, someone admires her not for her strength, but for her wisdom!

Moreover, this is the admiration of a true god with similar authority, which is far more valuable than that of Amanisis, the little she-wolf!

"Roy, say it again! I didn't quite catch what the god of knowledge and wisdom said!"

Ron raised his head and loudly gave orders to the chosen ones.

"..."

Roy Moore was speechless for a moment, feeling utterly exhausted. This god was truly difficult to deal with.

"The God of Knowledge and Wisdom says, 'I wish to personally inquire of your omniscience and wisdom!'"

Listen to this, and you'll see what the art of language truly is!

See, that's what long-term vision looks like!

consult!

What humble words, what a thirst for knowledge, what a desire to learn!

"Roy, grant the Church of Knowledge's request; I allow them to preach within my kingdom!"

A god with such discerning eyes is far superior to those six pieces of wood!

(End of this chapter)