Hutao uses me to judge my performance

Hearing his words, before Zhongli could speak, Paimon was the first to hold back.

"I didn't expect you to be quite kind. Even if you don't like her, you still want to help her."

Paimon felt like he got to know Jiang Bai again.

Jiang Bai looked at her speechlessly, "Are you kidding? I'm just afraid that she will fall down before she hears the truth!"

"Well, I misjudged you." Paimon's mouth twitched, "You really trust the Rock King. What if the truth is not what you think it is."

"It's a joke, I'm the stupid lackey of King Yan." Jiang Bai proudly puffed up his chest in front of Zhongli.

Paimon felt speechless, "I'm obviously scolding you, but why are you still so proud?"

"This is a compliment. It praises my respect for the Emperor of the Rock King from the side! Although I couldn't witness the heroic appearance of the Emperor during the Demon God War, just speaking a few words from his mouth made me have endless respect for the Emperor. of reverence and yearning.”

Chapter 408: Scold, scold hard!

"If I lived during the Demon War, I would definitely open up territories for the Emperor! When the time comes, I will be the Golden Roc General, and I will be the Emperor's most beloved general!"

Listening to Jiang Bai's praise of the emperor and himself, the eyes of Kong and Paimon both turned into dead fish eyes.

Kong wanted to call Mandrill over and ask him to say this again in front of Mandrill.

Jiang Bai didn't care about their mood and continued:

"Besides, when it comes to winning a king or losing a bandit, who is still talking about good and evil when it comes to great things? People who achieve great things don't stick to trivial matters. It's stupid to evaluate a person or even a god based on pure goodness or evil."

"Xiao Bai," Zhong Li reached out and touched the top of Jiang Bai's head with a slight smile on his face.

"Huh?" When Zhong Li touched his head, the dull hair on Jiang Bai's head softened, and the tips of his ears turned slightly red.

"You remind me of what you said to me when the emperor was assassinated. At that time, you were still struggling with whether to be Morax's lackey or the second-generation Rock God's lackey."

Zhongli deliberately emphasized the pronunciation of the word "running dog", which made Jiang Bai immediately want to dig a hole and bury himself.

"Master!!"

His face turned red, as if he had been stepped on, and he instantly raised his voice.

"Those things are in the past, don't mention them anymore!!!"

Zhong Li smiled and patted his head, and said dotingly: "Okay, okay, don't mention it."

This child of my own still has weaknesses.

But as I get older, it’s a different feeling to hear the praises from the children at home.

Zhongli drew a talisman casually and placed it on Wanyan's body. She suddenly became more awake.

"Why so many statues!"

As soon as she woke up, she saw the salt sculptures around her, all of which were in running postures.

Although the expressions on the statues can no longer be seen clearly, it can be seen from their movements that they are all trying to escape from here in a panic.

"These are all people affected by the explosion of divine power when the Salt Demon God died."

"What's in front of you?" Kong frowned.

"It's salt, and betrayal."

Wan Yan took two steps back, feeling greatly shocked.

"No, how could it happen? I don't believe it. You must be talking nonsense."

She stumbled and ran into the innermost hall. When she saw the scene in front of her clearly, she stood there, as if petrified.

In front of her were large tracts of salt, which left traces of varying depths on the ground like balloons exploding.

In the center of the explosion was a puddle of snow-white pure salt. The salt piled up into a small mountain, like the last ashes left after the demise of a generation of demon gods.

Behind the salt pile is a humanoid statue. This statue is frozen at the last moment of its life, maintaining the action of thrusting the sword forward.

It was clearly what Zhongli said - betrayal.

"How. How could it be possible?" Wan Yan knelt down on the spot, her mind greatly shaken.

Even if she didn't want to believe it anymore, the facts were already before her.

That short sword was indeed the weapon that killed the Salt Demon God, and it was the statue in front of her that killed the Salt Demon God.

"This is the scene. Heulia's body collapsed, leaving only a few traces of salt. The scene of her death is also fixed here."

Zhongli slowly told Heulia's story in a calm tone:

"The Demon God of Salt, Heulia, is not a powerful demon. On the contrary, he is too accommodating and too weak. He is the loser who will never be able to ascend to the position of the Seven Gods.

"During the Demon God War, the demon gods in the world used all their strength and wisdom to fight for the continent of Teyvat. But Heulia chose to escape.

"He believes that as long as he gives up before the fight occurs, the war will never affect himself and his people. However, in the long years of war, there will be no end to concessions.

"In the bottomless concession, Heulia lost all the land, leaving only the last shelter.

"His people finally realized that this kind but weak demon could not protect anyone in war.

"The demon war is very cruel. Rather than letting him suffer the torture after defeat, it is better to give him relatively easy relief."

"Tsk, the truth is even more outrageous than I imagined! I thought He was killed by other demon gods, but in the end He was killed by his own people, and yet he was granted relatively easy relief in the name of the promise. It's really a big deal. Ridiculous!"

Jiang Bai had too many things to say, so he took out his photo camera and took pictures.

Wan Yan can have such faith in the Demon God of Salt, it must have been cultivated from childhood.

There must be more than one person like her.

This group of people is so shameless. Their ancestors killed the gods who protected them and turned to other gods and demons. However, after living a peaceful life, they missed the old gods who had cared for them and hated the rock that had protected them until now. Wang Dijun.

For this kind of person, Jiang Bai will not have any sympathy. He deserves to have his faith broken and so on!

He also wanted to add insult to injury and publish it in the newspaper so that all of Teyvat would know what their ancestors had done!

Yin Yuan Hall, right? The one in charge of salt, right?

Don't even think about becoming an official. From now on, when you see salt, you will kowtow three times to apologize!

Burn three sticks of incense in front of the statue of the emperor every day to repent!

"What's going on with these statues?" Paimon asked.

"No matter how weak the demon god is, the power lost when he dies is beyond the capabilities of a human body. Those who failed to escape have all become like this."

"The people of the Salt God who had not experienced this disaster left his territory and went to Liyue to ask for the protection of Prince Yan.

“Their descendants were afraid of the remnants of the demon god Heulia left behind and the eternal curse He would inflict on them, so they risked the danger and returned here, cut off the sword and enshrined it, hoping to appease the anger He left behind.

"Actually, they were unnecessary. How could this demon god, who never resisted until the end, harbor resentment against his own people?"

"No wonder I didn't feel the hatred in this demon god's remnant. It turns out that he was killed voluntarily."

Mentioning this, Sora's mood was very complicated.

Perhaps there is nothing more tragic than giving up. In the end, this demon god was left with nothing but despair and deathly silence.

"Yes. If He hadn't actively sought death, it wouldn't have been easy for His people to kill Him."

"No, I don't believe it. This is all a scam! It's a lie! The truth is definitely not like this, no"

Wan Yan covered her head in pain, refusing to see the reality clearly.

Seeing her unwillingness to recognize the reality, Jiang Bai really couldn't help it.

"Hey, you are really shameless!

"Obviously it was your ancestors who killed your gods, and it was the emperor who protected you, but you are afraid of taking on this crime, beautifying your own history, treating your benefactors as enemies, and turning a blind eye to the real enemies!

"What gives you such a relatively easy relief? Isn't it because you felt that the Demon God of Salt could no longer protect you, so you killed him and used his death as a certificate of surrender to join other demon gods?

"The seller is just asking for glory, and it sounds so nice. Why don't you accept it? Where is the question of whether you accept it or not? Do you still believe in it? If I were the Demon God of Salt, I would find your belief disgusting!

“You didn’t cherish it when you were here, but you remembered the goodness of the Salt Demon God thousands of years after his death. Even your despicableness cannot be described!

"What kind of evil has the emperor committed? He took in you ungrateful people!"

Chapter 409: Who stipulates that you can only believe in one god?

"No, no! No!"

Wanyan covered her ears and screamed. The collapse of her faith made her almost crazy at the moment.

She stumbled to her feet, her eyes were bloodshot, and her previously tied hair had become a mess. She shook her body and pointed at Zhongli and roared, her voice sharp and harsh:

"That's not the case. The Salt Demon God was killed by Morax, how could it be killed by her people! Lie to me! You are all lying to me! You want to shake my faith in the Salt Demon God! You are all Together!"

"She's so pitiful." Pamon couldn't stand it anymore.

"This truth is too cruel." Sora sighed.

"Poor shit!"

Jiang Bai poured a pot of water directly on Wan Yan's forehead, "The emperor was scolded by her all the way, so the emperor is pitiful!"

After being poured with cold water, Wan Yan finally woke up from her long dream and sat on the ground blankly.

There was no focus in her eyes, and they were gray and dull. The things she had persisted in for so many years were like a joke, which made her lose all her energy. She no longer had any passion when she accused the Rock King.

"Xiao Bai." Zhong Li stopped him from stimulating further and shook his head at him.

"The Rock King doesn't care what people think of him. Whether it's the Demon God of Salt or the Rock King, they have all passed away. It is not a good thing to believe in a dead god."

Jiang Bai, who wanted to continue scolding, muttered unwillingly, "The emperor doesn't care because he doesn't care, but I do."

"And I think what you said is wrong, Master. I think it is not a bad thing to believe in a dead god."

Jiang Bai corrected his mistake very seriously:

“For me, the so-called faith is, in the final analysis, a wish for a better life.

"The emperor has passed away. If the people of Liyue encounter difficulties again, they will not hope that the emperor will appear to help them calm down the disaster. They will still pray to the emperor and ask for his blessing, but they will only simply seek peace of mind, not true They thought that the emperor would appear to help them.

"When the people of Liyue gradually adapt to the passing of the emperor, Emperor Yanwang will become a symbol of faith like the wind god of Mondstadt, instead of a god who appears every year to guide their development."

Jiang Bai couldn't help but think of Mond.

The wind god seems to be absent, but he is everywhere in Mondstadt.

Wendy said that she was weak because she gave up her rule over Mondstadt, but if faith is the source of power, then Wendy is undoubtedly very strong.

After all, the people of the Kingdom of Wind have very pure faith in the Wind God, which has not appeared for thousands of years. They practice the freedom of wind and turn the Wind God into a symbol of faith.

This belief is not mixed with many interests, but is a simpler prayer and blessing.

And pure things often bring stronger power.

Zhongli looked at this from a god's perspective, but from Jiang Bai's perspective, it was a completely different view.

Seeing that Zhong Li was listening seriously, Jiang Bai continued: "It's not that faith will disappear when gods die. On the contrary, when gods die, faith will become purer."

There is no god in Jiang Bai's hometown, so he directly substituted the environment in which he originally lived.

Although there are no real gods there, there are many man-made gods. People give these gods various powers, whether they create the world, destroy the world, make people rich, or bring about marriage.

But in the final analysis, these are just artificial symbols of belief.

Until the destruction of that world, these created gods never appeared.

But does this affect faith?

No!

Who would resist bowing to the God of Wealth when they see him?

But Emperor Yanwang is different. Emperor Yanwang is different from all the gods Jiang Bai knows.

The people of Liyue respected him and believed in him because of what he had done, rather than because of his own power.

Even if He has died, human memory will not disappear, His achievements will not be erased, and faith will naturally not disappear.

And how can faith, a symbol of belief, be a bad thing?

Once upon a time, the people of Liyue still had the idea of ​​letting the omnipotent Prince Yan fulfill their wishes, but after the emperor passed away, their faith was just faith, and they no longer really wanted anything from the emperor.

After listening to Jiang Bai's opinion, Zhong Li thought about it carefully and said, "Based on common rationality, your words make sense."

Indeed, depending on the angle, what you see is very different.