Chapter 683 The Ancient Greek God in Charge of MLM (Vote Request)
Two hours later.
The young man in the cave opened his eyes and looked at the old man in front of him excitedly:
"My Lord, is that heaven?"
Just now, his soul was led into a wonderful kingdom by a mysterious force.
There, crystal clear rivers flow with nectar sweeter than honey and mellower than milk, and on both sides of the river grow exotic flowers and fruits that never wither, and the air is filled with the fragrance of musk and ambergris. People wear silk clothes woven with gold threads and live in palaces made of green jade. The domes of the palaces are inlaid with dazzling gems, reflecting the colorful rays of light. Under the shade of the forget-me-not trees, divine creatures called "angels" play the sounds of nature, and the breeze brings the unique peace and joy of heaven.
There, there is neither extreme heat nor cold, nor illness or sorrow, but only eternal peace and the gifts of the gods. The highest paradise is close to the throne of the gods, and the fountain of life flowing everywhere can allow those who enjoy it to achieve ultimate perfection and reach the bliss of body and soul.
Luo En nodded and smiled:
"Usually, I call it [God's Paradise] - Eden."
"So how do I get there?"
The young man asked impatiently, his eyes full of desire.
In this era of conflict among gods and great powers, life is too bitter and humanity is too miserable.
They have too little equality and too little joy.
Hunger, thirst, birth, old age, sickness, death, resentment, hatred, love, and other kinds of suffering are like nooses wrapped around everyone's neck, accompanying them until they die.
Therefore, every child comes out crying, and no one comes out smiling.
Therefore, he urgently wanted to break free from this bitter journey of life.
"You are a righteous man. If you want, I can send you in now." Luo En's eyes were deep, "But, only you."
The young man's face showed ecstasy at first, but he soon fell into struggle.
Finally, after a long thought, he shook his head and said, "Thank you for your kindness, but I'm afraid I don't have this blessing."
"Why?" Lorne was curious.
The young man smiled bitterly and said, "Because I still have an elderly grandfather at home who needs to be supported, and there are hungry tribesmen on the island who need help. If I leave, what will happen to them?"
He was born in the Hashemite family of the Quraysh tribe in Mecca, Arabia. His ancestors once had the power to manage the sacrifices at the Kaaba in Mecca and convene the Quraysh tribal council, which was considered to be a wealthy family. But as the Persian Empire marched deep into the Arabian Peninsula, everything changed.
The indigenous people of the island were no match for the Persian army and all became slaves of the Persians, bearing heavy tax and labor burdens from then on.
Although the Arabian Peninsula is vast, the land is barren, most of the land is barren, and there are very few oases. The living resources are extremely scarce, and it cannot support too many people or provide enough products. Therefore, they have to leave their homes and find new living space, or exchange the necessary living materials for themselves through foreign business and trade.
It was from that time that his family gradually joined the ranks of traveling merchants in order to survive.
But when going out, not only do you have to endure exploitation and bullying by the Persians, you also have to be careful of all kinds of terrible monsters and natural disasters, so this journey is destined to be full of hardships and dangers.
As a result, his father Abdullah died while doing business before he was born, and his mother died of illness when he was 6 years old. It was his grandfather who raised him with the help of his clansmen.
If only I enter heaven while my grandfather and my tribe suffer outside, then what is the meaning of this grace?
The young man was silent for a moment, and asked unwillingly,
"Is there no way for all my people to live this way?"
"As I told you, the king's things are the king's, and the tax collector's things are the tax collector's. Likewise, the gods' things are the gods', and the humans' things are the humans'. That's the rule."
"It really doesn't work?" The young man was quite disappointed.
Luo En shook his head and said:
"What I mean is, instead of just asking for God's mercy, why not rely on our own strength to create our own [Heaven on Earth]?"
The young man's heart was shocked, and his originally dim eyes suddenly lit up, even emitting an unprecedented light.
He seemed to have found his own path.
but……
"I'm afraid the Empire won't allow us to be independent. Besides, the people on the island don't dare to resist easily."
"Why?"
“Because we are not united.”
With a bitter look on his face, the young man spoke about the current situation of Arabs and the problems they face.
The Arabian Peninsula has a dry climate, sparse vegetation in the interior, and scarce resources, so nomadic life has become the main way of life for the indigenous people. Therefore, the Arab lifestyle has remained basically unchanged since the time of Abraham.
During this period, Arabs usually formed clan tribes according to blood relations. Each tribe was independent and tribal affairs were managed by tribal leaders called Sayyid or Sheikh. They wore loose robes and shawls on their heads, and lived on dates and goat or camel milk. Most tribesmen lived a simple life of herding, hunting and trading.
Before the Persians came, they were able to maintain self-sufficiency.
But after the Persians came, the extremely harsh living conditions and heavy taxes often left the Arabs hungry, so looting became prevalent within the peninsula.
Frequent looting between tribes resulted in endless vicious feuds, which led to confrontation and hostility between each other, and in turn restricted the mutual interactions among the Arabs, making the Arabs of the entire Arabian Peninsula like a pile of loose sand, unable to unite at all.
By the way, the ancient Arabian Peninsula, like other civilizations, had a polytheistic belief system.
Natural gods, ancestral gods, functional gods and tribal patron gods coexist. The worship systems of different tribes vary greatly. Coupled with mutual looting and vendettas, they almost fight each other to the point of dog brains, and there is no possibility of normal reconciliation at all.
This is also the reason why the young man thought that the indigenous Arab gods were unreliable.
After understanding the situation, Lorne gave his own opinion:
"So you need a banner that can rally all Arabs together and make them fight for a common ideal."
"Please teach me how to do this!"
The young man bowed and asked, the desire in his eyes was even greater than before.
Loen waved his hand slightly and opened the magic circle diagram. Two clay tablets engraved with Hebrew words emerged from it:
"Perhaps, it can give you the answer..."
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The long night fades away and dawn comes.
The young man shook his numb wrist and looked at the parchment full of handwriting in front of his knees. A satisfied smile appeared on his tired face:
(1) Worship only one God and do not worship any other gods.
(2) You should respect your parents and not disobey or abuse them.
(3) It is forbidden to drown infants out of fear of poverty.
(4) Do not get involved in any scandal, whether overt or covert.
(5) Killing innocent people is prohibited.
(6) It is not permitted to embezzle the property of orphans.
(7) Give the right amount of food and do not skimp on it.
(8) Speak impartially, even if it affects one’s relatives.
(9) We must fulfill God’s covenant and not violate it.
(10) We must follow God’s righteous ways and avoid going astray.
These are the Ten Commandments, which are used to regulate the words and deeds of believers, to persuade them to obey the Lord and the Saints, to treat all as brothers, regardless of their wealth or status, and to respond to God's call to stop fighting and killing each other between tribes and clans.
As long as they can adhere to this spiritual program, the Arabs will surely be able to get rid of mutual hatred, truly unite together, realize their great ambitions, and build a happy and eternal paradise for all people on earth.
In fact, these righteous people who have such awareness have a common name in later generations.
That is, Muslims.
Its meaning is, the one who achieves peace!
Lorne stepped forward, looking pleased:
"It looks like you've gained something."
"I have understood the teachings of the Ten Commandments, but I still have a lot of confusion about the Divine Code. I'm afraid I need to ask you for advice."
The young man remained as humble as ever.
Luo En thought for a moment and asked:
"When will your caravan return?"
"All the goods were sold yesterday. If everything goes well, we will be able to return to the tribe in two or three days."
The young man answered truthfully, with a hint of helplessness in his eyes.
Because they were exploited so harshly, many of their goods were embezzled by tax collectors.
Now, the caravan has already sold out the few remaining goods, so there is naturally no need to stay in this foreign land any longer.
Luo En thought for a moment and said:
"How about this, I just happen to want to go to the heart of the empire recently. If you don't mind, how about we go together?"
The identity of the Canaanite prophet was a bit sensitive, and frequent contact with the Arab youth on Mount Zion was likely to attract the attention of certain beings.
Now that the first wedge has been laid, it's time to retire.
When the young man heard the news, he nodded quickly with a look of joy on his face:
“I couldn’t ask for more!”
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The next morning, a caravan left Jerusalem and officially set out on the journey home.
But compared to when they came, there was a foreign couple in their team.
These are of course Lorne and Pandora who hid their identities and quietly blended in.
At dinner time, the young man personally served the two accompanying travelers:
"Today's meal consists of only coarse rice and boiled vegetables. I apologize for the poor hospitality."
"I'll eat whatever I can. I'm not picky."
Lorne was very easy-going and finished his meal in no time.
Then, he looked up at the young man whose face was filled with eagerness and desire, and said with a smile:
"If you have any questions about the [Divine Codex], feel free to ask."
The young man hurriedly took out the copied words and regulations and humbly asked Luo En for advice.
Loen also patiently answered and supplemented the questions one by one based on the current situation on the Arabian Peninsula.
Pandora on the side tactfully left the tent and set up a magic barrier to prevent outsiders from spying.
The conversation officially ended only when the night ended and the day began.
The young man shook his sore wrist and looked at the parchment in his hand, which was full of words, with great satisfaction:
“In daily conduct, believers should punish evil and promote good, give relief to the poor, treat orphans kindly and generously, and free slaves.
In the marriage and family system, men and women should follow the principle of voluntary choice, prohibit marriage between blood relatives and close relatives, restrict men's right to divorce, and allow widows to remarry after the expiration of the marriage period.
In terms of property inheritance, not only men have the right of inheritance, but women should also enjoy the right of inheritance.
In commercial activities, regulations should be in place to prohibit interest, oppose usury, and comply with corresponding commercial transaction norms and ethical standards.
In criminal law, justice should be clearly defined, justice should be upheld, and God’s teachings should not be violated…”
This is the law of the Arabs, and also the teaching and mercy of God to the world.
Just by reading these insights and the things they sorted out, the young man felt a kind of blood-pumping power.
During the rest of the journey, the young man came to ask for advice whenever he had time.
The content of the question is no longer limited to God, but involves all aspects related to human beings.
For example, the development of a country's politics, economy and military, legal provisions on civil, criminal, commercial, military and other aspects, and even extended to areas related to planting and medical treatment.
Luo En knew everything about this.
Finally, on the eve of the caravan entering the Arabian Peninsula, Loen formally said goodbye and proposed to part ways with the caravan.
"Why don't you come with us to the tribe?" The young man was a little surprised.
"I have other things to do, so I'm afraid I don't have time to visit." Loen shook his head and declined.
The young man was a little disappointed. After a moment of silence, he asked a question that had been weighing on his mind for a long time:
"Do you think God will really have mercy on the world?"
"If God no longer loves people, then what is the use of God?"
Hearing this, the young man was speechless.
Then, he raised his eyes, looking at the voice in front of him with some trepidation and desire:
"So, can I really bring salvation to my people?"
Luo En didn't say anything, but pointed his finger at the young man's forehead.
The long river of fate surged and rolled, and the surging waves reflected a series of pictures that were both real and illusory in the other person's mind:
Thousands of people in white robes put aside their hatred and united as one family, fighting together for their own fairness, rights and justice.
They rode on war horses, holding scimitars, rushed out of the Arabian Peninsula, dragged the long-rotten oppressors into the hell of destruction, built new glory in the ruins, and spread God's grace forever.
After a moment of trance, the young man opened his eyes and respectfully said goodbye to the person in front of him:
"I must go, my Lord."
"Where are you going?"
"Just like you, I walk the path I should walk and the way I should follow!"
The young man's answer was powerful and there was no trace of self-doubt or retreat on his face.
Luo En nodded happily, took out a golden secret ring, and gave it to the young man in front of him:
"Then take this thing with you, you should be able to use it."
The young man accepted it respectfully and watched the two men ride on their camels and go away in the thick sand and wind.
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On the way, Pandora couldn't help asking:
"Sir, you don't intend to do it yourself?"
"That's his practice and his choice. There's no need for me to interfere."
"But, in the war between gods, what can a mere mortal do? Can he turn the Persian Empire upside down?"
"Maybe?"
Loen smiled mysteriously, his eyes spanning time and space, as if he saw a future engraved in fate.
Unable to guess what her boss was thinking, Pandora could only shake her head and ask:
"My Lord, what shall we do next?"
"The second [wedge] is complete, it's time to prepare the third [wedge]."
As Loen was speaking, his eyes caught a figure on a sand dune in the distance, and a smile immediately broke out on his face.
"Look, they're here."
At this time, the figure on the sand dune also discovered Loen and the other person.
He immediately jumped on his warhorse and rushed over to meet them.
From a distance, he was a stocky, dark-skinned man with slightly curly hair. His features did not seem to conform to the characteristics of the five great gods of Europe.
Pandora was a little confused:
"He is your third wedge?"
"No, this is just a guide I hired."
Loen smiled and shook his head, then rode his camel to meet them.
As soon as they met, the man dismounted and knelt respectfully:
"I have been waiting for you for many days under the orders of Lord Alexander."
"Boros, right?" Lorne nodded and said, "I remember that before you joined Alexander's army, you were an Indian. I'm going to go there recently. Do you mind leading the way for me?"
"It is my pleasure, Your Majesty!"
Boros responded respectfully, with an extremely humble attitude.
Before carrying out this secret mission, he learned the identity of the client from his benefactor Alexander, so naturally he did not dare to be negligent or disrespectful in the slightest.
"Don't be nervous, just treat it as a journey." Lorne paused and asked with a smile, "By the way, Poros should be your Greek name, right? What was your name in India before?"
"Chandragupta," Polos answered succinctly.
Luo En's eyelids twitched, and a strange color appeared in his eyes:
"You don't raise peacocks at home, do you?"
As soon as these words came out, Boros felt as if he had fallen into an ice cellar. His face turned pale instantly and he knelt on the ground in fear and trepidation:
"Your Majesty, I did not intend to impersonate a Kshatriya, please forgive me!"
(End of this chapter)
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