Chapter 387 Sacred Contract

Behind the twelve tall white pillars and the arch is the entrance hall with a gray stone floor. There are hanging lights on the dome, illuminating the ground.

This building has stood in Yancheng for a hundred years, but now it is deserted.

Buma felt a pang of regret.

It’s not that people have lost their enthusiasm for museums—in fact, people have never been enthusiastic about museums, not in the past and not now.

It was just that the adjacent Wonderful Zoo was overcrowded, with long queues outside and citizens scrambling to buy tickets to get in. In comparison, the free museum seemed even more deserted and bleak.

Buma used to work in Yaocheng.

There is no museum in Yaocheng, but there is a beer theater. The Temple Society once considered building a theological museum, but it was later abandoned.

The reason is still that Yaocheng's budget has been tightened. After the pollution of the omnipotent stone, even a large city like Shuangcheng has suffered serious economic damage. Thousands of gas furnaces have become single furnace beasts and have run away. Many jobs can only be completed by manpower. The economy has been in recession for many years.

As a carpenter, Buma was almost unemployed in Yaocheng.

The reason lies in the scholars and apprentices who studied architecture, engineering and surveying in Yaocheng Seminary. After graduation, their salaries became less, so they began to make sculptures, sketches and handicrafts to earn some extra money.

As soon as the regular army left the field, practitioners like Buma who changed careers halfway were shattered at the slightest touch and no one was interested in them anymore.

So he left Yaocheng and came to Yancheng, where the business atmosphere was stronger, to look for opportunities.

The Old Museum is a place he has been thinking about since he was a child. Many precious cultural relics, ancient books and artworks from the legends of the Yao clan are quietly displayed in this building.

Buma walked through the gate with a mood that was almost like a pilgrimage.

The structure of the museum is U-shaped. The passage starts from the entrance of the left corridor and goes around to the right corridor to reach the exit.

Inside the venue, separate exhibition windows are surrounded by hemp ropes, and there are wooden signs next to them that record and describe the collections.

The first artifact in the museum is a piece of hard black fur. It is hung on a three-pronged rack and looks like a rough leather coat that has not been processed yet.

Bulma knew at a glance that this was the [skin of the demonic black bear].

The wooden sign on the window was written in Yao, Bo and Elvish languages.

"The Skin of the Demonic Black Bear (before the Yao calendar): Jack's followers wore black bear skins and used magic to transform themselves into bears to attack the Garlic Tribe. The heroes Headhunter and Fisherman fought bravely with them, but Yao killed them with a miraculous lightning bolt..."

Buma continued to move forward, looking around as he walked.

[The first prophet Nong Lai’s stone shovel]

[Shaman Hunting Warehouse Staff]

…

He stopped.

Here is a special huge glass wall, on which the first twelve volumes of the total 120 volumes of "The Book of the God Yao" are displayed publicly using glass panels.

If necessary, anyone can ask the museum to buy all the copies of Yaoshen Book. Many businessmen will collect a set, which represents both piety to the gods and a style.

For many years, only mathematician Shang Meng has analyzed some equations and basic calculations from it, and no one has been able to truly crack the mysteries of this book.

Scholars of all generations have believed that "The Book of God Yao" is the most brilliant crown of the Yao clan's wisdom. If someone can decipher it, he will surely receive a special reward from the gods.

Buma looked at the parchment scroll containing the divine text with awe.

As someone who had never even been admitted to the academy, he naturally couldn't understand it. And because he couldn't understand it, he was even more in awe.

At this moment, a voice came to Buma's ear.

"Is it almost done? Come back and open a round. Open a round."

Buma held his trembling left arm under his long sleeves with his right hand: "I just got here... Don't worry, I'll be back in the evening."

"I'm in a hurry! Urgent!"

The voice urged: "I have found a way to deal with you, come and try it quickly."

“…”

Bulma walked to a hidden corner nearby and said to his left hand in a low voice, "Go back after dark, don't rush us. It will be troublesome if we are discovered."

The sound disappeared.

Buma breathed a sigh of relief.

He moved to Yancheng, besides the fact that it was difficult to find a job in Yaocheng, another reason was this guy who was talking.

Buma's roommate, the chess king.

Yaocheng provides many free city benefits and subsidies, but they are basically aimed at talents in various fields, such as scholars from various cities, skilled craftsmen, or experienced farmers or engineers.

There are many young people like Buma who failed to get the subsidy.

Buma lived in a homemade tent outside the city. It was not that there was no place to live in the city. The temple provided collective housing, but it was crowded and full of mixed people.

Besides, Buma was a carpenter, so digging, grinding, hammering and banging were inevitable, which would easily annoy people. There were also city guards patrolling outside the city, and the soldiers also set up sentry posts and fire towers, so safety was not a problem.

One night, after playing tribal war chess with a chess friend, Buma was still not satisfied and continued to deduce tactics on the chessboard.

He has no other interests except playing chess.

The pace of life in Yaocheng is slow and there are many chess friends. Buma often plays chess with others. No matter whether he plays classic chess or new rules and new chess sets, he wins more than he loses.

Just as he was thinking about new tactics, a passerby asked to play a game with him.

Buma readily agreed.

The two sides fought five times in a row, and Bu Ma defeated the other side.

From that day on, the passerby came every day and stayed with Buma for a whole month.

Finally, the passerby was puzzled: "Why can't I beat you in a game?"

Buma told him: "You always attack quickly and never defend. As long as I stick to defending and counterattacking, I can restrain you. You should develop a new routine."

“That makes sense.”

The passerby appeared again half a month later, and lost miserably again.

"Why do I play defensive counterattack and you play fast break, but you still win?"

Buma said: "Because I am playing a pulling battle, a pulling battle can tear open the defensive space. When your chess pieces are pulled apart, the defensive formation is messed up and you can't stop the attack."

Passersby keep coming to challenge me, but I always win less and lose more, and I keep fighting after repeated failures.

Seeing that this man was also a chess fanatic, Buma often practiced chess techniques with him.

The passerby was tall and had a clear and deep voice. He wore a loose black scholar's robe and a suit of armor underneath that covered his face, looking mysterious.

Buma asked him what his name was, and he called himself the Chess King.

The chess king never reveals his true identity. He always disappears during the day and only appears at night to play against Buma on the chessboard.

The two sides became friends through chess, and the relationship lasted for three years.

The chess master said: "We played 1,092 games in total, I won 184 and lost 908. I have played against many people with superb chess skills, but I have never lost so badly."

"You are such a great chess player, but your life is very difficult. How about you teach me all your chess skills and I will help you become famous?"

Buma smiled and said, "Okay. This is a great deal for me."

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

"Since you said so, let's make a contract."

A faint light suddenly flashed on the chess king's body, and he solemnly chanted: "Great Yao God, please ask Mr. Pinkman to be a witness to the sacred contract. I solemnly promise that the person in front of me will be a co-owner and user of my power. No matter how sick or weak he is, I will never leave him until the day he dies."

Buma was stunned for a moment.

The other party reminded him: "Now you also swear like me to pass on your chess skills to others without hiding anything."

Buma said nervously, "Great God Yao... I will teach the person in front of me the art of chess, without reservation..."

The ceremony was completed quickly.

The black clothes on the chess king fell off, revealing the silver armor underneath that was dazzling even in the moonlight. The armor was engraved with fine brass-colored relief patterns, making it look noble and mysterious.

Buma thought, no wonder the chess king had to wear a long robe. If he walked around in the city wearing such armor, he would attract attention wherever he went.

After a moment, the chess king's armor suddenly broke apart piece by piece and floated in the air. But inside was empty, there was no one inside the armor at all.

The chess king is this armor!

The armor instantly wrapped around Bulma, completely reorganizing and fitting him.

The stunned Buma suddenly turned into a knight in bronze and silver armor, with an unprecedented powerful force flowing and lingering throughout his body.

Bulma felt as if he had become one with the armor. The armor was his skin and hair, and he was connected to every piece of the deck by blood.

The voice of the Chess King came from the armor: "From today on, you are the temple warrior contracted by me [Chess King]. You and I are the inside and outside of each other and we rely on each other."

Temple warrior?

The legendary guardian of the gods... The true identity of the chess king is the holy scar.

Buma was not overjoyed, but rather a little overwhelmed, and stammered: "I, I can't fight? How can I, a carpenter, become a temple warrior?"

"I have decided. You are the Temple Warrior."

The Chess King said without question: "The decision rests with us [Holy Wish]. You meet my [Chess King's] requirements. If I say you can do it, then you can do it."

"Also, you should move to Yancheng as soon as possible. There are other holy wishes here, and they are short of manpower."

Just like that, Buma became a temple warrior without any preparation.

Contrary to rumors, the number of Holy Wishes is very small.

According to the Chess King, there are currently only three in the world, namely [Fire Man], [Mr. Why] and [Chess King].

The three of them were awakened based on the transformation of the [Stigmata Armor] under the interference reaction, and were recognized by the apostles. Because the characteristics of the Holy Wish abilities are different, there are also great differences between them.

The core ability of [Chess King] is [The world is like chess].

This ability is not a pure combat spell, but more like a kind of calculation and deduction.

For example, Buma can now clearly feel that there are a total of 21 people in the entire museum, including the guards.

To the southeast of him was an old man with a crooked mouth and a cane. He was walking towards the [Old God Showroom] with an excited expression on his face - he seemed to have a hidden worship or belief in one of the Old Gods.

At the other end of the corridor, a child was wiping his nose with his sleeve, his eyes fixed on the modern collections "Dawn of the Kingdom" and the famous "Lying", both of which were painted by the great painter Tiesai.

As the child watched, his fingers were moving slightly, as if he was holding an invisible pen and imitating the famous paintings in the glass window.

…

The ability of the chess game is to be able to use a bird's-eye view and full vision within a certain range to deduce everyone's next move. The longer the ability lasts, the more tired Buma will be, and the accuracy of the deduction will continue to decrease.

However, this ability has greatly improved Buma's woodworking skills, and his waste of wood has been greatly reduced! He only needs to use [The World is Like Chess] to carve in his mind and choose the most perfect path to complete the work.

Now Buma's work is completely inseparable from it! While Buma was visiting the museum, the voice of the chess king came from his left arm armor.

"There are similar people."

Buma came back to his senses.

Other temple warriors?

The chess king said: "It is Mr. Why"

Buma started to play chess and immediately locked onto the direction of his peers.

It was a thin man in a black robe. He stood beside the Book of God Yao and said softly, "The wisdom of Lord Yao is truly untouchable... I don't know what is hidden in this book. I really want to see the day when someone can explain the book of God."

The other person smiled gently at Bulma from the side, with wrinkles like scales at the corners of his eyes.

Bulma was slightly excited.

It turns out that the contractor of "Mr. Why" is Mr. Longji, the prophet of Yaocheng.

He is also a temple warrior.

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(End of this chapter)