Chapter 261 Ideological Reform in Progress

Not to mention other people, even he, a priest of the Ice Tribe, felt that what the old guy said was very complicated and full of a special flavor.

Her face became uncertain.

The old priest looked at the confused people, and a little pride appeared on his face.

To be honest, when he first heard the Son of God say these words, he was also shocked, and then secretly admired the Son of God.

Now seeing the reactions of the crowd, he sighed.

After they reacted, the old priest continued in a deep voice, "Every time you collect food in the future, everyone must recite what I just said, otherwise you can't collect food!"

"What!"

Everyone was shocked, and a member of the Ice Tribe asked in shame and anger, "Why?"

Just to collect food, what else do you have to say? Isn't this a waste of time and deliberately making things difficult for them?

The old priest smiled and said, "We in the Yanhuang tribe will supply you with food. You just need to repeat what I just said every day."

"You can also refuse. You have to find a way to get food yourself."

"Our food is not for nothing. You should thank our God for His creation and supply. The food comes from God. I just want you to say some words of thanks. What's so hard about that?"

After hearing what the old priest said, the people of the Ice Tribe looked a little ugly, but they had to admit that what the Yanhuang priest said really made sense.

It's simply not easier to get food by saying a few words, but...

just wanting them to put down their face and say words of praise to the God of Light, they really can't say it.

The old priest didn't urge them, he also knew what these people were like.

He didn't worry at all. If these people couldn't leave the tribe, they would be so hungry that they would be weak. He didn't believe that these people could still hold on!

But just when he was ready to wait, a young man with insufficient confidence resounded in the quiet crowd.

A young man stammered, "I... I read!"

As he said that, he walked out of the crowd and ran to the old priest.

The people of the Ice Tribe were startled and looked over. When they saw that it was a 13 or 14-year-old, thin boy, they were all confused.

"Who is this person? Why haven't I seen him before?"

Most people were confused, but a small number of them recognized him, and then their faces turned a little ugly.

"It's him, I recognize this kid, he is a slave of the tribe!"

Hearing the word slave, the faces of the real Ice Tribe members changed, feeling like they had eaten a fly, and looked very ugly.

Before, due to civil strife in the tribe, some slaves rebelled, resulting in the death of many tribesmen at that time.

However, those slaves were not much better. When they reacted, they worked together to eliminate the rebellious slaves.

As for the remaining law-abiding ones, thinking that the tribe is different now, they did not make any major punishments.

However, they would not have a good face.

Now seeing a slave who had walked out before them, they felt relieved, but also ashamed and disgusted.

Especially now that everyone had become slaves of the Yanhuang tribe, their status had become equal to that of the slaves, which made them even more unhappy.

The old priest looked at the anxious boy and naturally heard the conversation of those people keenly, but he didn't care. Instead, he said, "Follow me."

"Holy God of Light, may your name..."

"Our daily food, please grant us today... As it was in the beginning, so it is today, and forever."

The old priest said slowly, and the boy opposite him cleverly followed and recited sentence by sentence.

Until the boy finished speaking stutteringly, the old priest smiled slightly and said, "Yes, you can go and get the food."

Without waiting for the boy to be happy, he continued, "In the future, you must learn to recite what I just said. Now I can let you use a little cleverness, but you can't do it in the future!"

"Yes!" The slave boy said respectfully hurriedly.

Unlike other members of the Ice Tribe, he was in awe of the Yanhuang Tribe priest who had defeated the Ice Tribe, and naturally listened to his words.

The old priest waved his hand and urged the young man to get the food, while he continued to stand here, waiting for the next person to come up.

After the first person came to eat crabs, several slave strongmen came up one after another.

These slave strongmen were also very smart. They immediately learned the way of the young man before and followed the old priest to recite one sentence after another.

After they all memorized it, the old priest said, "After you get the food, stand by and eat it. You can continue to listen to me and try to memorize what I say!"

Several slave men nodded hurriedly.

As they received the food, the next thing was much better. Batches of slaves came up, and even in the back, even the Ice Tribe members couldn't help but embarrassedly stepped forward to recite the "prayer" to receive food.

After dozens of minutes, the old priest, whose lips were dry from talking, stopped.

He handed the task to other members of the tribe who could recite it, asked them to supervise these people, and he went back to rest.

Su Yun was in the distance. Seeing the first step completed, he felt very happy and began to think about the next plan.

"After yesterday's despair, it's time to give them some sweet treats to comfort them."

Su Yun was very proficient in this simple way of controlling his subordinates.

But before he did it, he walked towards the old turtle who was taking a nap next to the God-given plant field.

The old turtle, curled up in his shell, opened his eyes immediately when he heard the footsteps. When he saw that it was the Holy Son, his eyes suddenly lit up, "Holy Son, what's the matter?"

Su Yun nodded and asked, "Since the god just woke up not long ago, there are some things he didn't have time to tell me. I want to ask you a question. Do you know if there are any levels among believers?"

The old turtle thought about it. He had been fooled by Su Yun's lies for a long time and didn't doubt it at all.

"You are not talking about the level of strength, but the level of faith, right?"

Su Yun nodded.

"Let me think about it." The old turtle recalled, and soon he came back to his senses, "I remembered something. The level of faith of believers is different, and there is a set of levels to distinguish them."

"But I am not a god and I only have a rough understanding. I don't know if it is correct. Just listen to it."

"According to what I know, the levels of believers are shallow believers, true believers, devout believers, and fanatics."

The old turtle explained in detail, "Shallow believers represent that the other party's faith is shallow and may be shaken to convert to other gods."

"True believers mean that the other party truly believes in you and generally will not convert."

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(End of this chapter)