Time becomes long.

The huge giant temple became particularly quiet, so quiet that Han Xinghai could hear the heartbeat of the prophet sitting cross-legged beside the candlelight. The prophet's heartbeat was vigorous and rhythmic.

This is a very healthy person, not like the human who has lived in this temple for a long time.

Five minutes later, neither of them spoke, and even the prophet didn't look at Han Xinghai.

Han Xinghai was not in a hurry, so he simply visited around.

After careful observation, Han Xinghai discovered that this was already the end of the cave. The prophet was sitting on a huge divine platform. Above the divine platform was a huge statue of god. The statue was lying horizontally, facing the gate of the giant temple, so the front of the statue could not be seen. However, even if he was lying, his body was filled with the huge cave wall at the end of the cave, making it look particularly huge.

Han Xinghai believed that if this god really existed, then his body might not be smaller than Lu Kun.

Looking at the relief of the giant statue lying horizontally, Han Xinghai felt a move in his heart. He thought of a possibility that this huge statue was probably the ancestor of the Orc Tribe, because many village tribes in Yuanxing claim to be descendants of the gods. Then, the figure of this statue is obviously more majestic than the group of statues on both sides of the cave, and it is very likely that it is the ancestor of the Orc Tribe.

Of course, on the wall at the end of the cave, there is not only the huge lying statue of the god, but also countless statues of various postures around, forming a distant view, just like thousands of statues surrounding the huge lying statues.

Looking at the group of gods with exquisite carvings and profound space, Han Xinghai suddenly remembered the temple of the gods left behind in the border star field.

At the beginning, Han Xinghai was shocked by the deserted temple as high as 120 meters high, but he was also shocked by the randomly built stone statues and randomly named names inside.

Compared with the random lost gods in the border star field, the statues here are so grand, so grand that every statue is a priceless work of art.

Han Xinghai discovered that in addition to the clustering scene of the giant god lying across the wall at the end of the cave, there were also statues of gods carved in the sky on the top of the cave.

The candlelight is weak, but the faint candlelight just sets off the solemn and mysterious feeling of the gods around you. Most importantly, the faint candlelight makes the background of countless gods extremely deep, just like there are thousands of gods behind those gods, extending to the end of the universe.

What a clever design!

What a clever carving!

Han Xinghai couldn't help but exclaim in secret. He suddenly realized that along the way, there was no accurate number for the number of statues of gods. No, there was not even a rough number.

Ten thousand?

Hundred thousand?

million?

...

"sharp!"

Han Xinghai began to count the number of statues carefully, which surprised him that the number of statues was not as many as he imagined. In fact, many places were carving techniques, which formed a clever sense of space through carving and rocks. Often, three or five statues in the deep darkness give people a number of dozens or even hundreds.

Just as Han Xinghai thought, he felt a sense of his heart and subconsciously looked at the candlelight. Just so happened that the prophet staring at the candlelight looked at him.

They were bright eyes without any impurities.

It was a face that was extremely pure, and there was even a hint of curiosity on its face.

child!

Han Xinghai opened his mouth slightly, his face was petrified, and even his body became stiff. Han Xinghai never dreamed that the prophet of the Orc Tribe would be a teenage boy.

"Hello!" The little boy got off the sacred platform and spoke, his voice revealing a tenderness that matches his age.

"Hello!" Han Xinghai nodded politely. He was a little surprised, because the little boy's figure was the same as that of humans in the seven major star fields. His height may be slightly shorter than him, and he did not inherit the majestic genes of the orcs.

"Are you a God's Messenger?" the little boy asked.

"Well... they were all said to me. Are you a prophet?" Han Xinghai asked with a smile.

"Sir God's Envoy, I am Lu Hefeng, the 274th generation of the reincarnated prophet of the Orc Tribe." The little boy bowed slightly, looking very polite.

"Lu Hefeng, a good name, like spring breeze! I am Han Xinghai from the barbaric star in the border star field." Han Xinghai looked at Lu Hefeng. He did not despise the other because he was young, because he remembered Dr. Luo Yi on the Eternal No. 1. They were of the same age, one was an omniscient doctor and the other was an omniscient prophet. Although the two were incompatible, they had wisdom that ordinary people did not have.

"Two-seventy-four generations of prophets!" Han Xinghai asked in surprise.

"Yes, that's what they said."

"What they said... means, you don't know?"

"What do you know?" the little boy asked with bright eyes.

"Aren't you reincarnated? Don't you know what happened before your reincarnation?"

"Puchi...Who told you that you will remember the past life if you reincarnate?" The little boy laughed. Maybe he found that he was a little out of control, so he quickly covered it with his hands, showing his child's innocence.

"Haha...I guessed." Han Xinghai could only smile dryly to hide his embarrassment, but he was inexplicably closer to the little boy.

"You are the messenger of God. Do you know about the gods?" the little boy asked with a smile.

"...I don't know." Han Xinghai shook his head.

"Since you are a God-entourage, even if you don't know about the Gods, why do I, as a prophet, have to know about the affairs of the superiors in my previous life?" Lu Hefeng asked back.

"This... makes sense." Han Xinghai burst into laughter.

"God envoy, please sit down."

"please!"

The two sat cross-legged on the divine platform. When Han Xinghai sat on the divine platform, what stunned him was that next to Lu Hefeng, that is, on the other side of the cave wall, there were actually a pile of melon seeds and a pile of melon seed shells.

Solemn temple, towering and majestic statues of gods.

Melon seeds.

Melon seed shell.

Is there any connection between these three?

Han Xinghai wiped his eyes. He thought he had read it wrong, but he immediately made sure that he had read it wrong, because Lu Hefeng grabbed a handful of melon seeds in front of him, and asked him to crack the melon seeds first. He also started to knead with skillful movements. It seemed that this little guy was bored in this big temple and had been kneading melon seeds a lot.

Although Han Xinghai doesn’t like to eat melon seeds, he also starts to eat them. He hopes to get closer to each other by eating melon seeds.

"Can you really predict the future?" Han Xinghai asked Lu Hefeng, who was skillful in eating melon seeds. He found that eating melon seeds was not his opponent at all, because if he knocked one melon seed, the other party could eat four melon seeds. The two of them were not at the same level at all, which made Han Xinghai very worried about his teeth.

"God makes me doubt my ability?" Lu Hefeng asked back while eating melon seeds.

"This..." Han Xinghai was stunned. He thought the other party had seen through his teeth that he was worried about.

"I don't know the past of reincarnation, but I know the future." Lu Hefeng said confidently.

"So amazing?" Han Xinghai couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

"Yes."

"So confident... OK, I'll ask you, do you know what I'll do next?" Han Xinghai looked at the other person with a teasing look.

"If I said it, God's messenger would not do it."

"That means, you will never say what I will do next. Since you can't say it, how can you predict the future?" Han Xinghai's tone was ironic.

"Or what if God asks you to do first, I will tell you how?"

"If I do it first, you will already know. How can I prove that it was you foreseeing?" Han Xinghai shrugged.

"God messenger, if you do it, I will naturally have a way to prove myself."

"Are you sure?" Han Xinghai's eyes were as deep as the vast starry sky, as if he wanted to see through Lu Hefeng's internal organs.

"Confirm!" Lu Hefeng nodded affirmatively and closed his eyes slightly.

Han Xinghai didn't say anything anymore, got off the divine platform, looked around the statues standing around the dark temple, thought for a moment, and then strode towards the statue on the right.

Han Xinghai decided to find a place under the statue of God to write a paragraph casually. If the other party knows what he writes, it can prove that the other party is indeed capable of a prophet.

A bald statue, the stone Buddha looked down with a smile, as if he wanted to say something to Han Xinghai.

That's it.

Han Xinghai felt that the statue was kind and had a good eye for his eyes, so he walked under him and summoned a pen from his body to prepare to write a passage on the statue platform.

Before writing, Han Xinghai subconsciously wiped the dust from the divine platform, and then he wiped a paper posted on it. Perhaps because it was too long, the color of the paper was very close to the color of the stone, but it could still be vaguely recognized.

There are words on the paper.

Han Xinghai felt aroused in his heart, and he leaned over and looked carefully. His body immediately solidified and the expression on his face became petrified.

"Sir, this is a giant temple, please do not write or draw." This is a sentence written on the paper.

Han Xinghai gently picked up the paper. The paper had obviously been written for some time. He picked it up carefully. Although the paper was yellow, it was still intact and could clearly see the words on it.

The characters are the words of the seven major star fields.

The signature was five years ago.

The signed name is Lu Hefeng.

Han Xinghai turned around and looked at the stage. Lu Hefeng was still sitting on the stage with his eyes closed and motionless. The candlelight on his chest seemed to be still. The scene was solemn and solemn, completely different from the image of starting to eat melon seeds.

After Han Xinghai was lost, he thought for a moment, turned around and walked towards the other side.

Han Xinghai decided to find another place to leave a mark.

This time, Han Xinghai chose a statue of the closed eyes because he suspected that he was psychologically implied by the charitable and kind-eyed statue of the statue, so this time he chose a statue of the closed eyes so that he would not be disturbed by the outside world.
Chapter completed!