Barbuck cursed fiercely at the person he met yesterday.

For this, as a priest, he even had a routine prayer, but placed the "Crucifix" in front of the candlestick, spent all his time and thoughtfully cursed the person who ruined his preaching yesterday.

"Our dear Lord of suffering... Your humble and humble servant, Babak, begs you to bring down your divine punishment and to test the one who destroys my preaching with suffering!"

Babak knelt on the ground, praying and cursing. After every three sentences, he kowtowed to the "Crossom Records".

"Our beloved Lord of suffering, the Lord of suffering in the world, the humble servant who is cared for by you, begged you to bring down your great miracles, and use suffering to test the Lamb who destroyed my preaching, who is deeply lost and unable to extricate himself!"

Babak recited the words and then recited the scriptures of "The Book of Passion".

"The prophet Mardel preached her words, and he said to the king: 'Our Lord said: Both swords and plowshares must be put down. When suffering, swords and plowshares are also made into plowshares, and plowshares are also made into plowshares."

He kept chanting like this and cursing.

After a long curse, Babak put his palms together and made three more prayers to The Passion.

Then Babak stood up and did the curse. He did not open the eyes of spiritual vision, nor did he perform other rituals.

"The Prophet Madel said to the king: Only pure prayer can bring her mercy."

Babak couldn't help but recite the scriptures.

In fact, he has done curses like this more than once.

It is a pity that perhaps his reverence is not enough to move the gods, and every time the object he curses is still alive.

"That damn Kishi people, you can tell at a glance that they are true believers, those fools." Babak stamped his feet and cursed, and his impression of this man was deeper than every one of them before.

At the beginning of the birth of the Temple of Suffering, it was inevitably influenced by various beliefs, including the Giant King Cult, so they sometimes called the True Cultists the foolish.

After cursing again, Babak planned to push the door and go out to find his sister and brother-in-law.

Suddenly, Babak felt an unprecedented huge pressure on his body.

He was stunned and his eyes closed.

Babak shivered and murmured: "Impossible...Impossible...The dear Lord of Suffering?"

Then, he wanted to raise his head.

But the head was suddenly pressed to the ground by the god's eyes.

Really... Lord of Suffering?!

Babak's brain almost stopped rotating, and after a long time, tears flowed from his eyes.

I finally took care of the Lord of Suffering!

"Lord, dear Lord of suffering, you are finally willing to cast a look on your humble believers!"

He didn't dare to look up. He was just an ordinary priesthood, so how could he dare to look at the gods with his eyes?

"Great Lord of Suffering..."

Before Babak could recite the scriptures.

But she spoke.

"Why should I promise you?"

Babuck was stunned.

He suddenly regretted that he had been practicing hard for more than ten years and finally met the Lord of Suffering, just to curse a person...

"No, no, the Lord of suffering who trades with fate, I pray that you will not be punished by the lost lamb." Babak said incoherently, "I pray that you will relieve my destined suffering... I pray that you will let me preach your scriptures in the world with a light body. As for the lost lamb who blaspheme you, he is insignificant."

Babak begs for wealth and other things that the world yearns for with extremely humble and gentle words.

The Shanbu people hang their heads lowered and pressed against the cold ground.

"Why is he insignificant?"

Babak was shocked by these words, and his hands and feet suddenly became cold.

"Lord...Lord, I...I don't know how to answer you, the great Lord of suffering, I..."

Babak's face was full of brilliance.

Then, Babak suddenly raised his head, and then hit the ground, bleeding overflowing, and said humbly: "Lord, I am the lost lamb, foolish and unaware of it. I pray that with great wisdom, I will awaken me, a person who is more stupid than a fool."

Babak did not look up, but he could sense that a place higher than his head stood the Lord's throne, and the great Lord of Suffering sat there, wearing a pitch-black robe, casting the tall and magnificent shadows with his eyes.

"I'll tell you,"

Babak immediately pressed his head, even his lips pressed against the ground.

"He looked me in the eyes, and I chose him, Imanelli, Messiha, and Messiah."

Immanelli, Messiha, Messiah...

Babak didn't understand these words that he had never heard before, but the Shanbu people knew clearly that the object of his curse was the person chosen by the Lord of Suffering.

"You will answer whatever he asks."

After the words fell, the breath of the god gradually faded away.

Babak stood up tremblingly, then knelt down again, and made several bows to the "Cross of Passion". Then, he stood up with trembling legs, then he slapped the back of his head and headed towards the direction of the tavern yesterday, and made several bows, only less than the bows he gave to the "Cross of Passion".

Above the sea of ​​clouds.

Chen Yin is on the imperial throne high.

The just-in-common manifestation consumed some of the lights of the Illusion Bell Tower.

"A believer like this..." Chen Yin held up his chin and smiled and said to himself, "Maybe he can easily change his faith with just one shake. Even if I shouted at the "Cross of Passion", he would probably not doubt it."

There is no need to show the so-called miracles yourself.

"miracle..."

Chen Yin remembered that in the heyday of the booming development of the True Cult, the miracles that appeared in history were divided into numbers one to seven. Most of the last gods and the gods who were demoted to spiritual bodies were counted one to two, while the third to four were the manifestation of the secondary gods. The five to six were the miracle ranges of the fifteen long gods who first witnessed the birth of the main gods. Because their authority was all given to the Lord God, they were also divided into the five to six.

The number seven is superior to all numbers, transcendent numbers, and all the miracles of the main god are used as the number seven.

Chen Yin remembered the story of the scriptures, but he had not discovered it in the past. Now that he remembered it again, he knew that most of the miracles of the Lord God were above the faith dependence of other gods and other religions.

For example, the dead are brought back and resurrected from the God of Death's underworld, and the God of Death is unaware of it.

It's like...the underworld belongs to the Lord, not to the Death.

Thinking of this, Chen Yin's eyes fell on the lecture hall where Luomei was.

Chen Yin saw the scene as usual inside, and realized that the sermons had been covered by the disguise of holy objects.

"Lomea..."

A pagan spiritual envoy.

Maybe she will become her own angel?

Chen Yin smiled and shook his head.

How many times has she been shaken before she converted to her lover?

Does she have to witness the miracles with her own eyes before she can follow her wholeheartedly?
Chapter completed!