Chapter 36 Chasing That Green
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[I volunteered to be tortured in front of the temple, betting that my god would be soft-hearted.
But unfortunately, when it comes to gambling on the topic of my God, I have always been a complete loser.
This time is no exception...
When the high priest read out the charges, he mentioned that my God did not remove my position as the chief priest, but issued a death order, no longer allowing me to approach the temple.
The crowd behind me was bustling and noisy before, but now it seemed silent.
In this boundless silence, I felt a sweetness in my throat, and the scars on my back cracked as the whip continued to fall, as if my spine was being pulled out alive.
In a trance, I saw the morning sunlight covering the entire temple, as if the temple would disappear in this golden light in the next second.
I couldn't catch it, I couldn't keep Him, and my whole life seemed like a failure.
The wound on my back felt like it was being eaten by thousands of insects, and it was excruciatingly painful, but as time went by, all that was left on my body was the heartache.
It seems...there's no need...to keep going.
Love in the living is only temporary, but in the dead it is eternal.
In the dim morning light, the High Priest died for no apparent reason...
In the history books, what name will I be buried under? Will anyone remember our story?
"Zhu Qing! Zhu Qing! Zhu Qing, wake up!"
While I was sightseeing, I didn't hear the voice of my god calling me, but instead heard the voice of Hua Rong.
I didn't want to pay attention to him, but he kept calling my name as if he had received some orders.
In my drowsy state, I heard his last words: "My God has something for me to convey to you!"
Those words, the words I had been waiting for half my life, were the end of my unrequited love.
That's what I must hear.
I want to live.
At least live to hear that.
I passed out, but one thought remained in my mind.
——I want to live and hear those words.
In this boring life, meeting Him is the most dazzling and fascinating thing for me.
He doesn’t care, doesn’t remember, it doesn’t matter, I accept it if I’ve lost my heart, I accept it if I’ve lost my life.
I just... just want to find an end to this joke.
Even if the ending is not satisfactory, I accept it.
Perhaps it was because of the strong desire to survive that I survived.
The moment I opened my eyes in the dark room, my consciousness returned, and I dimly saw the hem of my god's skirt.
The light green was tinged with golden light, and it was so vibrant that it was so beautiful that I was a little dazzled and thought it was spring.
I seemed to be back to the first time I saw my god, on a snowy winter day.
In the vast expanse of white snow, there is only a touch of green from my God, dazzling yet gentle.
At that time, I was only seven or eight years old, and I was also imprisoned for seven or eight years by the people in the village.
His body was already weak, and he was taken to the altar built by the villagers to perform a ceremony.
An unknown god received offerings from the entire village, but his presence was never seen.
Does God know that there is a group of people in this world who are madly worshipping themselves?
If you know, why don't you come out and meet them?
If you don't like it, why don't you say it?
…Why doesn’t God come out to save me?
That day, the god they were looking for still did not show up.
The ritual failed, and I, as the sacrifice, was thrown into an open-air cage like garbage.
Under the ice and snow, naked, I welcomed death along with the gloomy sky.
It was also at that time that I met my god.
That touch of green is like the only life in the snow, so beautiful that it breaks my heart.
He stood outside the cage, his brows furrowed, his eyes filled with pity. He thought for a long time, seemingly unsure of what to do.
What was I thinking at that time?
I thought, leave me alone.
What I wanted was for me to die alone.
No matter where you go after death, it will be better than this place now.
I will never forget the first words I said to my god: "Go away."
Those words seemed to have drained away all my strength, yet even so, my voice was still surprisingly small.
But my God is God, he can hear the unspoken thoughts of people, and naturally he can also hear the whispers of this dying child.
I heard Him chuckle, and saw Him brush the hem of His clothes and turn to leave.
Before I lost consciousness, I heard a crisp "click" sound, followed by a "ding-ling-ding-ling" sound, like a bell.
I am very familiar with this sound. When they wanted to take me out of the cage, the door opened with this sound, "ding-ling-ding-ling".
It sounds great, but it was once a nightmare in my childhood.
Because I don’t know if I can come back after I go this time.
But this time, listening to that familiar voice, my last thought as I passed out was: "That's wonderful."
I have forgotten whether that exclamation of "how great" was because I was about to die and wanted to escape this ridiculous fate, or because I felt ironic that I could save someone before I died.
A man who was born as a tribute to the evil god by his parents, a tribute who could actually save a passerby one day.
When I woke up again, I appeared in the temple of my god.
The high priest who was taking care of me asked me my name, and I just smiled and said, "I forgot."
I told the people in the temple that I had forgotten everything that had happened before.
They forgot their parents who believed in the evil god and sacrificed their own children to the evil god; they forgot the pain of the past few years; and naturally they forgot everything that happened in the snow that day.
Forgetting can sometimes really solve everything.
Perhaps because I had fallen seriously ill before I woke up, the people in the priest's temple quickly accepted everything I said.
After coming to the priest's temple, my health has been poor.
The root of the disease that I had since childhood broke out completely this winter.
I know that even if my God rescues me from that place, my life will soon come to an end.
But the priests in the temple were not as pessimistic as I was. They worked together, looking through ancient books and searching for medicinal herbs, as if they wanted to save me, a nameless child, from the hands of death.
I don't understand all this. In my opinion, wasting time is the most useless thing.
But it was this senseless waste that saved my life.
Later, a high priest who was taking care of me accidentally let the cat out of the bag.
He said it was my God who wanted to save me.
The scene I saw before I died popped up in my mind again. That touch of green really brought me life.
Even before this, I had tried to resist its approach thousands of times.
At this point, the supreme God has become the unique existence in my world.
That touch of green melts the ice and snow in winter, bringing vitality to all things.
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