These words stunned Faye, who shook his head blankly. No one had ever told him how the holy corpse appeared or how it was formed. Even the legends did not have such records.
All he knew was that there was a holy corpse in the temple.
In fact, it was normal that he didn't know. After all, when the undead built the Temple of the Dead and the prayer cemetery, they would only tell their followers what needed to be done. As for what would happen if they did so, they were too disdainful to explain.
The family members just need to follow their orders, why do they need to know so much?
But the undead did not expect that their followers were intelligent beings, their lifespan was not permanent, they were enterprising and curious, and the inheritance from generation to generation would be distorted, so it became what it is now.
Seeing that Faye didn't understand, Li Ziyu had to explain further, "Whether it's the Temple or the Cemetery, to produce a Holy Corpse or repair the injuries of a Holy Corpse, two kinds of power are needed: one is called the Power of Faith, and the other is called the Power of Soul. The Temple mainly absorbs the Power of Faith and can store the Power of Soul, while the Cemetery mainly absorbs the Power of Soul and can convert some of the Power of Faith."
"The source of the power of faith comes from the devout believers in the city. After you enter the temple and pray, the temple will receive the power of your faith. The power of the soul comes from the bodies you bury in the cemetery."
As Li Ziyu explained, Faye's expression became more and more ugly. He gradually began to understand what was going on.
You are right, they are sinners!
Especially Faye's own family, they are the worst among the sinners and are almost the culprit of everything!
It was their family that built the hill fort and expanded the temple within the fort, resulting in only nobles being able to go to the temple to pray.
At the same time, it was because of their family's selfishness that they turned the prayer cemetery into a family cemetery. Not to mention commoners, even nobles could not be buried in the prayer cemetery.
Over time, fewer and fewer people went to the temple to pray, and fewer and fewer people were buried in the cemetery.
According to what Li Ziyu said, the power of faith and soul collected by the temple and the cemetery was also decreasing, until the holy corpses could not even repair the injuries they suffered in the battle, and were forced to fall into a deep sleep.
"Sinner, I am a sinner."
Faye was trembling all over and suddenly fell to his knees, muttering to himself, as if all his strength had been drained away in an instant. Waves of coldness from the bottom of his heart made him cry silently.
After working so hard to take care of Cuisen Mountain City, it turned out that his own family was the one that caused the greatest harm to the city. How could Faye accept this?
Torento, who came with Li Ziyu and Faye, was also stunned. He didn't know the true situation of the temple and the cemetery. When he heard Li Ziyu's talk, it was like being struck by thunder. He was dizzy and stood there stupidly, his face full of disbelief.
Elena, on the other hand, didn't feel anything. Her eyes kept wandering over the tombstone and the burial chamber, and she was muttering to herself, "The nobles are so creative. They use such fine stones to carve patterns on the tombstone and the burial chamber. We just bury them directly in the ground." Suddenly, she saw Faye kneeling down, which scared her and she looked confused.
Elena was young and poor, lower than the common people. The common people of Sundberg were not qualified to visit the temple, let alone her, a poor person who struggled for food and clothing every day.
For Elena, neither the temple nor the cemetery is as practical as a full meal. Only when she is hungry will she cry like Faye.
This is definitely not because she is greedy, but because the feeling of being hungry is really uncomfortable.
Li Ziyu patted Faye's shoulder and said to him, "What's the point of crying? What problem can it solve? You have to find a way to solve the problem instead of shedding tears. You are the lord of Cuisen Mountain City!"
Yes, I am the city lord!
I'm still alive, I can still atone for my sins, I still have a chance to make amends!
Faye stopped crying, slowly stood up from the ground, and said solemnly to Li Ziyu, "Thank you for your understanding. In the days to come, I will do my best to restore the glory of the temple."
Li Ziyu nodded. "It's not just the temple, but also the cemetery. You must open the temple and the cemetery so that more people can go to the temple to pray. Don't differentiate between commoners and nobles. No matter their status, they are all the same to us. All identities are worthless to us. As long as they have devout faith, it is enough."
"And the cemetery. The cemetery doesn't belong to your family, it belongs to the entire Cuisen Mountain City. Everyone should have the opportunity to be buried there, regardless of wealth, poverty, age, or gender. Status doesn't determine their future, and death isn't the end."
Li Ziyu represents the undead race, so these two sentences sound very undead.
The undead are an extremely special race. To them, death is not scary at all. After all, they came from death. The end of life is a brand new beginning for them. How can the immortal turn into the undead?
As for what your identity was in life, it really doesn't make any difference to the undead. Even if you are a king, when you die you are just a shriveled zombie or a skeleton. Well, maybe you can turn into a ghost, but then you don't even have a skeleton.
Faye nodded solemnly, "I understand. I will act according to your will. I will invite more people to come to the temple to pray. I will open the cemetery. No matter whether you are male or female, young or old, rich or poor, you can be buried in the cemetery."
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