Meng Yi and Fang Cunmiao walked together towards the city center. The young man excitedly described his idea for the temple.
“Although the Holy City is very special, it even has the ability to move building materials such as boulders on its own.
But I still want everyone to build the church with their own hands, brick by brick."
Fang Cunyu said confidently: "This is a manifestation of our piety."
Meng Yi did not object. This kind of thing involving religion and faith has its own special features.
And... this can provide a huge number of "jobs" in the early stages.
It's impossible to let Ning Xingxiu arrange everyone to "clean the Holy City Guards".
What kind of talk is that?
He just reminded:
"You can discuss the manpower issue with Ning Xingxiu.
He will allocate certain resources to you.
By the way...does the construction of the temple require extraordinary materials?"
"The body part is not necessary."
Fang Cun said frankly, "But for the subsequent murals, statues, holy emblems, etc.... I want to give them some living characteristics.
This requires the consumption of extraordinary materials..."
Meng Yi was slightly stunned. He imagined the living murals and statues in the church.
Uh... I hope the style of the temple won't become distorted in the future.
It shouldn’t be like that. Fang Cunxu is an artist who believes in salvation, not a madman like those people say.
Soon, the two arrived at the ruins in the center of the city.
This place was no different from the last time Meng Yi left, with all kinds of twisted and dilapidated buildings piled together in a frenzy.
"This place will be buried."
Without waiting for Fang Cun's question, Meng Yi pointed at the ruined buildings.
He said in a deep voice: "As for the big hole in the center..."
After a few breaths of silence, he decided to take Fang Cunxu down to have a look.
"Come on, let's go downstairs and take a look."
The two men flew into the air and slowly fell towards the pit in the ruins.
The pitch-black environment made it difficult to see clearly. Fang Cunxiao raised his hand slightly, and a fire snake nimbly swam in the underground space.
With the help of the firelight, he could see that there were many corpses stored here.
He was a little confused and pointed at the fire snake.
With a whoosh.
The fire snake exploded above their heads, and circles of flames suddenly spread out from the empty underground space.
The scene before him made him gasp in surprise, "What... are these?"
He had never seen so many people in his life, let alone corpses.
In the vast underground space, human corpses were placed in rows and rows, stretching as far as the eye could see.
"Humans of the old times."
Meng Yi said quietly, "The predecessor of the Holy City was a brilliant city of ancient humanity.
These people should be the original residents."
He turned his head to look at the small light bulb that fell from the top of the hole and sighed softly:
“The Holy City kept them.
I want to build a temple here, as a kind of memorial."
Although...it's a bit strange for a sacred church to do such a thing.
But the god in question doesn't care.
Fang Cunxiao suppressed the shock in his heart and nodded slightly.
The two returned to the ground. As Meng Yi and Xiao Wu communicated with each other through gestures, the ground here began to collapse as a whole and part of it went down.
This left room for Fang Cun's burial.
"By the way, where are you going to get the building materials?"
Meng Yi looked at the situation in front of him and suddenly turned his head to ask.
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