Chapter 25 Chapter 25 "A long time ago," so...
"A long time ago," the director muttered to himself, "daylight equals light."
Light dispelled darkness, wisdom dispelled ignorance, everything took shape, the world had just begun, humans mingled among various races, the temple was built, and the holy scriptures began to be compiled.
He recalled how, long ago, as a child, he had no money to go to school, so he would hang out at the temple in the hope of receiving the daily free gifts, which usually included food and lessons.
The priest stands on a three-foot-high pulpit-like position, with the temple wall behind him and a table in front of him, on which there is usually a glass of water.
A common holy book is always kept under the table.
Anyone can check it out, but taking it away or damaging it is prohibited.
One day he was so bored and hungry, but he had no money, so he sneaked into the temple. Just a moment later, the priest came with an extremely thick holy book.
That was the priest's own thing. He probably didn't like to use the public Bible on the table, thinking that it belonged to someone else and had been used by many people, so it was not very clean.
Although everyone was very careful when using it and tried to keep it clean, on the surface, the book looked normal and not dirty.
The servants of the temple appeared with food and distributed it to everyone present, except the priest who was standing on the high place. If he wanted to eat, he would have something to eat, but he was about to speak what he wanted to say, so he did not eat for the time being.
He thought so and did so because talking while eating was disrespectful to both the food and what he wanted to say.
Everyone living nearby knew the priest's habits, so no one urged him to eat faster or preach faster.
The young director received a portion of food, a glass of milk and a piece of bread.
The bread was a bit dry and hard, with only a little seasoning like solidified white glue spread on the top, but it was only the size of a fingernail, and on it was a piece of pink meat that was even smaller than the fingernail.
The meat was also hard and lean, without any oil, and dry when chewed. It was not very delicious. However, after all, it was the only meat in the whole bread, so it was still good to satisfy your craving.
The dressing had no flavor, it was just very oily, as if all the oil from the bread was in it, and if you accidentally bit into the dressing, it would leak out like a punctured bag.
Although the seasoning is the seasoning and the meat is the meat, they are placed very close to each other, so when you mix them together and eat them, you can pretend that the oil in the seasoning is seeping from the meat. That way, the meat will taste much better and the seasoning will not be too unpalatable.
But in order to avoid being misunderstood, he had to emphasize one thing: even if the seasoning and meat were mixed together, the two things were clearly distinct and did not seem to blend together when chewing, as if he was eating a plastic runway and solidified oil on the back of a car.
However, perhaps because the texture was so bad, there was nothing to be said for the taste, it was just ordinary, nothing special in terms of flavor.
The young director drank milk while chewing on the small, dry and hard bread. The priest standing above him opened the holy book he carried with him and began to tell everyone the story inside.
"As everyone knows, in the first story of the Holy Scripture, only one character has a name, and that character's name is Bai Tianming. Let's start from here today." The priest's voice was a little hoarse, as if he was sick, but it did not prevent him from speaking.
He looked at the open holy book in his hand. Although he felt uncomfortable due to his illness, his eyes were calm and his expression was frank, and he couldn't help but smile slightly.
The director looked at him, not knowing what he was thinking. He was simply puzzled: He carried the holy book with him every day, so was he so happy just to open it? Or was he happy because he could tell others the stories inside? What was there to be happy about?
Might as well have an extra glass of milk.
Because usually a person could only have one small piece of bread, but could occasionally have a little more milk, so the director at that time only had this small wish.
When he was eating, he would feel especially hungry. When he was hungry, he couldn't help but think about all sorts of things, and everything he thought about ended up being about food.
When he was in a daze, he would always think: Having food to eat is the happiest thing in the world. It would be even better if I could eat whatever I want, however I want, until I am willing to stop.
The priest told the story and began to unravel: "Because it happened a long time ago, a lot of things are vague, but that doesn't mean it didn't happen."
Someone asked, "Father, I see in this story that Bai Tianming only drew a magic circle and didn't do anything else. Is this worthy of being written on the first page?"
The priest smiled, a gentle, nonchalant smile, a hint of disdain, but more of arrogance, so there was no aggression at all, as if he were facing a stray cat who knew nothing, and therefore he was extraordinarily tolerant and patient. "Because at the time, no one except him knew about the magic circle."
"But," someone else asked, "many of the magic circles we have today are relics from the past. People back then should have been better at using them than we are today. How come no one knows about them except him?"
The priest had probably encountered this question many times before, so he already had the answer in mind. He smiled calmly and said, "Because he was the one who first drew this magic circle."
At this time, someone asked again: "So, this magic circle was created by him?"
"You could say that," the priest nodded slightly and smiled. "However, he himself doesn't think so. He said that he happened to see the magic circle in a dream. It wasn't his creation, and he's not sure if it's truly effective."
"How can he dare to use it if he doesn't know whether it really works?" the director couldn't help asking.
Was he not afraid of ineffectiveness, so he was torn to pieces? Or were people more reasonable back then? I don't get the feeling when I listen to history.
The priest looked at him, narrowed his eyes, and smiled, "I think everyone is familiar with the first story, right? Then you should also remember the background of that story?"
The director nodded. He had heard it so many times that he remembered it. He replied, "Yes, the background is stormy and dark."
The priest nodded, approving and confirming his answer, and smiled, "At that time, everyone had no other choice but to wait for death. Only he said that there might still be a chance. Even if you don't want to believe him, it doesn't matter if you give it a try."
The director paused in thought. That's right. Even if this magic circle doesn't work, things won't get any worse. If it does, everyone can survive. It's just a huge gamble.
As it turned out, they all won.
After the lecture, the priest took the Bible away. Before leaving, he gave him a glass of milk and told him that it was a reward for asking and answering questions.
From then on, the name Bai Tianming was deeply engraved in his mind and he could not forget it for a long time.
On the one hand, he admired this person because of the various deeds recorded in the scriptures, but on the other hand, he doubted the records because those deeds were too outrageous.
He thought that perhaps most of it was true, but after being modified, it was not so true. It could be believed, but not completely believed. Then, if these things were pieced together, it would be clear in the daytime.
On the one hand, because of the extra glass of milk, he always felt hungry whenever he thought of this name, as if the name had become inseparable from hunger.
Even though he was no longer a child who could only go to the temple once a day to beg for a free meal, and he now had plenty of food to eat, it was still different.
How could he confuse food from years ago with food now, food for hunger with food for satisfaction, food for reward with food for which he deserved it?
The director looked at Bai Tianming not far away with a dazed expression. He didn't expect that after so many years, he would hear Bai Tianming's name in a completely unfamiliar place full of demons.
He couldn't help but mutter to himself, "It's impossible that this is the same person. Maybe they just live in a remote place, so they don't know the situation and use this name."
He convinced himself in this way, so he no longer thought about the past, as if they no longer existed, but he knew that the past was the past, and existence was existence, and it would exist forever.
The director blinked, his mood becoming very complicated and then gradually calming down.
Bai Tianming stared at Sada in front of him, not realizing that in the blink of an eye, the director had completed his recollection of the past. For Bai Tianming, it was best not to remember the past.
Because there were too many things, too many things, and too boring. Although he went out because he was too bored, after everything calmed down, he came back because things outside also started to get boring.
In a boring environment, recalling non-boring things is a torture for him, and he doesn't want to do that.
He was not dissatisfied with his current life, because before he had time to deeply experience the boring days on this land, people around him came one after another, making his peaceful life full of ups and downs, making it difficult for him to be bored.
When there is something to do, he doesn't want to care about anything else. It's too tiring.
So he didn't want to care whether he would be recognized by anyone among humans. What's more, he didn't think that any of these people could recognize him, otherwise, they would have come up and questioned him, just like Sada standing in front of him.
Those who have met him and still remember him will not remain indifferent when they see him again here.
So, in this sense, he is very confident in the people around him.
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