Chapter 148 has been updated, old guys
At night, Ares Mountain.
After a day of hard work, the survivors of Crete sat in an open space, waiting for the two princesses to distribute dinner.
Because there were too many Minoans pouring into Athens at one time, even though the king of Athens had prepared a place for them to live in advance, it was only a simple dwelling to shelter from the wind and rain, and many things inside needed to be slowly improved.
Therefore, in the short term, this group of wanderers will need to eat a few big pot meals.
The two princesses, one steady and the other restless, had no objection to this.
Hestia, who had a rare opportunity to use her special talents, fully agreed.
Although she is a deity, she regards the common people with whom she has lived for a long time as her neighbors and friends.
Although King Minos and those respectable warriors were prepared to die, it was also a fact that he failed to help them at the critical moment.
Therefore, Hestia has always felt guilty about this.
Now that she has a chance to make up for it, she is naturally very happy and devotes herself to preparing dishes every day.
The evening meal was still sumptuous, with delicious stew and satisfying bread. The two princesses were responsible for serving the food.
After the steaming hot food was served, the two princesses filled each of them with a glass of sweet wine as a reward after the meal.
At first, the Minoans who had gathered together were flattered to see the once high and mighty royal blood bending down and kneeling for them. Some old people with old-fashioned ideas even refused to accept it.
However, as time went on, the people realized that the two princesses were not putting on a show and gradually relaxed. The class differences between them gradually faded, and the blood bond connected them together.
——Wine is our blood, we will sacrifice it for you.
——Our blood is thicker than water, we are connected by blood!
After drinking this glass of wine, they will reunite in their dreams with the heroic spirits who bravely fight towards death and their deceased relatives.
Therefore, even if they are ordinary people, they are worthy of their blood and the land, and they can calmly raise their glasses to accept this scarlet gift.
"Sister Fedra, I dreamed about my father."
"Me too, but I dreamed of Sister Sephora from the temple."
"And Uncle Florence, he smiled at me in my dream!"
Several young children who had never known the feeling of worry gathered around the fourth princess Fedra, chattering away, their little faces full of pride.
A group of adults who were eating heard those words and names. They smiled while chewing the food in their mouths. There was not much sadness in the atmosphere.
The Greeks feared death and attributed both sleep and death to the underworld.
However, they are different.
As the clerk said, life is a labor and a trial, with only brief rest, and at the end of the journey, death is eternal rest.
After people die, the goddess of night takes them to the underworld.
There, a huge black river rushes violently, carrying with it the suffering of the world.
After crossing the river, there is a vast gray plain, which is called the Garden of Truth. There are two roads connecting here, leading to the place of happiness - [Elysian Paradise] and the place of pain - [Tartarus Hell]. The dead souls are judged by justice at the judgment seat in front of the Garden of Truth.
Their beloved King Minos will make fair judgments based on their merits and crimes during their lifetime.
The guilty will receive punishments of varying degrees in hell according to their crimes, while the innocent will be able to live a happy life in the beautiful and peaceful Elysee Paradise, with no worries about food and clothing, and a quiet and happy life.
So in comparison, death is not scary. Life is a painful journey that requires endurance.
"Sister Fedra, I want to see my father soon, can I..."
The leading child said something shocking, raised his head and looked expectantly at Princess Fedra, the high priest of Bacchus.
"No! Absolutely not!"
Princess Fedra shook her head firmly, rejected the child's dangerous idea, put her hands on the child's tender shoulders, and gave earnest advice.
"Meaningless suicide is a shameful act that the god Dionysus despises! Because it is equivalent to trampling on life and rejecting the test of life. People like that deserve to stay in hell!
If you want to reunite with your father in the Paradise of Elysee, you must work hard to live a good life and wait until you have completed your life journey. Only then can you stand in front of your relatives with your chest held high and tell the judge and relatives that you have not violated God's teachings, nor have you wasted your time! Do you understand?"
The girl spoke simple and easy-to-understand instructions. The child listened to them word by word and gradually came to realize. The dejection in his eyes was replaced by determination. He nodded heavily to the priestess to assure her.
"Yes! I will be fine, take good care of my mother and sister, and not let my father and the gods down!"
Seeing the child become enlightened, Princess Fedra could not help but nod with satisfaction. She touched the child's head, feeling a sense of accomplishment in her heart.
Like the Minoans, who have been dreaming a lot recently, I also dream.
In addition to the father he was thinking about all the time in the dream, there was also the hazy, mysterious, tall and handsome Lord Bacchus.
He often taught himself some strange truths and stories in his dreams and asked her to convey them to her fellow Cretans.
Fedra did as he was told with a try-it attitude, and he found that after hearing these words, his companions' depressed mental state improved significantly, and they gradually came out of their grief and confusion, and tried to live their lives better with more courage and enthusiasm.
The best example is the little guy who just wanted to die but rekindled his hope for life.
"Well, Lord Dionysus must be a very nice and handsome man!"
Looking at her compatriots who were drinking the wine, taking a nap next to each other in a tipsy state, with happy smiles on their faces, the Fourth Princess was quite proud and couldn't help muttering to herself.
At the same time, the clerk who was watching through the window upstairs heard the childish muttering and couldn't help shaking his head and smiling.
Whether it is the original Orphic religion in memory or the modified Dionysian religion today, the core of their doctrines has a common feature.
That is to persuade people to indulge rather than act recklessly, to strictly abide by the rules and love their own lives.
You can choose to be a hero who makes great achievements, or a traveler who conquers mountains and seas, or you can work from sunrise to sunset and feel the warmth of blood ties in your ordinary life...
No matter what choice you make, as long as you can live your life well and live out your true self, there is no distinction between high and low, and you will be worthy of the teachings of the gods.
These are the principles that Loen taught to his high priestess of Dionysus during his dreams, and through her mouth, he spread them to more Minoans.
The result is obvious. These spiritual comforts allowed the Minoans, who had just experienced the pain of losing their country, to quickly get over their grief and devote themselves to new construction and the inheritance of civilization.
At the same time, it also provided a large amount of power of faith to Loen, the god of wine who was often mentioned by everyone.
In the dim room, a white palm was opened, and a rich golden light gathered in the palm, as if it were real.
Seeing this gratifying harvest, Loen nodded slightly and played with the serpentine twelve-sided dice in his hand with satisfaction.
It has to be said that the fact that the believers were able to accept God's teachings so sincerely was thanks to the efficiency of the witchcraft goddess in the underworld.
Just within a day or two, King Minos and the spirits of the heroes who died in the battle took office, set up the Court of the Underworld, and conveyed their messages to the survivors of Crete through dreams.
Based on this assist, the triple concepts of [Hell], [Purgatory], and [Heaven] constructed by Loen quickly gained popularity.
The survivors became more and more convinced that everything was the credit of the "Lord Dionysus", and they carefully followed the guidance of this good god, abandoned their psychological burdens, and loved their lives more.
Naturally, this group of tamed [lambs] also provide the [gods] with huge and pure power of faith in the process.
Loen looked at the land beneath his feet that connected to the underworld, then looked up at Mount Olympus hidden among the stars. He raised the corners of his lips and pulled out a mocking smile.
Fear and darkness are not the only ways to make life revered and followed;
Warmth and light can also make moths willingly devote themselves to the fire!
So, it’s time to update your version of faith, old guys!
(End of this chapter)
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