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Temple of Truth.
"Boom boom boom!"
There are crisp bells in the early morning mist. Under the mist, there are mysterious castles and colossal statues looming.
The towering lighthouse exudes a dreamy light, and you can see the ancient texts emerging and disappearing in the light.
The bell rang and woke up the students in each room in the castle. They hurriedly put on gray burqas and hurried towards the classroom.
The priests, who were so young that they could be said to be children, chatted with each other while running.
They hurried through the steep stairs, their eyes full of anticipation and longing, as if they were about to meet a long-awaited big shot.
Because, it is Sang De'an, the sage of truth, who is teaching them today.
The classroom is a large circular space, and all the students do not sit below, but sit up on the edge layer by layer.
The teacher who taught the class stood in the center, and any details revealed could be clearly seen by the students, most of whom were former graduates of the Temple of Truth.
Sang De'an walked into the spacious classroom with a few silk scrolls in his arms, and the room was so quiet that his footsteps could echo.
He stood still, his eyes full of wisdom and peace.
Even if it is far away, everyone can feel the unique temperament of a scholar in him.
"You are students who have just arrived at the temple. I am not going to give a direct lecture today, nor am I going to teach you the power of magic or rituals as soon as I come up."
"I want to ask you, what is the most powerful force of the Sanye people?"
Some of the students immediately stood up: "It's the power of power and magic."
Immediately someone retorted: "I think it is the power of the ritual, the miraculous power bestowed by the gods. It is almost omnipotent."
Another person said: "The power of the third-level priest is also extremely powerful. I have seen Master Haru's Fire Curse Spirit. It is the most powerful force I have ever seen."
The students talked a lot, and everyone expressed their opinions.
Sang De'an raised his hand, and the scene immediately fell silent.
"What you said is very reasonable, but have you ever thought about why you can use these powers?"
"Why are you able to sit here and learn the knowledge of using these powers? In the future, you will use what you have learned now to uncover the mystery of the truth and master more powerful magic and rituals?"
Sang De'an glanced at everyone present, and said firmly.
"It's wisdom."
"Divine magic is nothing but an extension of power and power, and rituals are gifts we borrowed from the messengers of the gods and the kingdom of fairies."
"And all of this is based on the most powerful authority and power bestowed by God on King Laidlich."
"The most powerful power given to us by the gods is wisdom. If you can't use your wisdom, you will never be strong."
After Sang De'an finished his lecture, he returned to the room full of various bone plates and silk books.
Even at this age, he is still learning.
There was a knock on the door outside, and Haru walked in in response.
He lowered his head and said in a low voice.
"Teacher, King Henir is dead."
Sand'an's body trembled suddenly, and he raised his head to look at Haru.
"How did you die?"
Haru handed over a rolled-up letter: "King Henir died on the sickbed. Although there are many forces in Xiyin Sai, the situation is still stable."
After Sunderan took the letter and read it, he let out a long sigh.
"The king who can end his life perfectly is already considered lucky."
Haru looked at the teacher who was rubbing his eyebrows with a sad expression, and stepped forward to comfort him.
"teacher!"
"You are still young, and you will definitely live another forty or fifty years."
"No, one hundred years."
Sang Dean patted Haru angrily: "I'm not worried about this."
"I was just thinking, life is so short, how many things can we accomplish in our limited life?"¡ª¡ª
Late at night, the Temple of Truth.
Sang De'an walked through the silent and deep hall alone holding a candlestick, and the lights illuminated the stone slabs inlaid on the wall.
Some are engraved with his name, and some are engraved with the names of his students.
"ah! "
"It really has been many years in a flash."
Henir's death had a great impact on Sun De'an, making him unable to sleep at night.
Throughout his life, Henir established his own dynasty and reunified the country of Heinsay. The population of the dynasty was millions, surpassing all previous dynasties.
And what can he accomplish in his life?
? Created the path of the third-level spell-sealed priest and established the Temple of Truth.
Then what?
Is there any story behind him?
Sunderan held the candlestick and spun around, his loose burqa fluttering in the night wind.
A ray of moonlight shone through the small window several meters high, and he suddenly saw a person standing on the ladder under the window sill, pulling out the silk book on the shelf to read.
"who?"
He exclaimed, but he didn't feel any breath of life.
"The spirit of the curse seal?"
He thought it was some of his students in the temple joking with him, but then he shook his head again, because he also didn't feel the fluctuation of mental power.
"No, it's not like"
Sang De'an looked at this strange figure, who completely covered his figure in a white robe, without any decorations on the clothes, which was spotless and somewhat holy.
It is not the burqa that is popular in Heinsay, but it is open and tied.
The other party was wearing something on his feet. He didn't know that they were called shoes.
Because clover people don't need shoes.
A voice came from the quiet temple. The voice didn't seem to come from the opponent's body, but came from the air in all directions.
"If you can't use your wisdom, you will never be strong."
"You speak very well."
The man in white robe said what Sang De'an said in class during the day, obviously he should be there too.
But the distance was so close that Sang De'an didn't notice the other party at all.
Sunderan asked the other party: "Who are you?"
The man in white robe is Yin Shen.
Ever since I discovered that the spirit of the curse seal can contain my own consciousness for a short time, although this projection is extremely unstable, it will dissipate immediately after a period of time.
But this has also become one of Yin Shen's few pleasures.
From time to time, he would use this projection to appear in various places, to take a look at the outside situation and feel it for a while.
Sang De'an approached slowly, and he found that the other party was reading the book he wrote about power and spell priests.
God Yin held the silk book in his hand and asked him directly: "The power of the third level of wisdom and power is the spirit of the seal, and the power of the third level of dream power is the power of creation."
"So, what is the third level and above?"
"Have you got the answer yet?"
When Sang De'an heard the other party ask about the content of his books and knowledge, his expression was completely different.
He seriously replied: "What is above the third level? This is exactly the question I have been exploring."
"Although there is no clue yet, I think I will definitely find the answer to it."
Yin Shen asked him again: "Are you so eager for knowledge and truth, just for power?"
Sunderan: "Maybe!"
"I just feel that a powerful force will definitely set off new changes again."
"It's like the miraculous power of the ritual, which brought about changes in Heinsay."
The white-robed man looked at Sang De'an, and Sang De'an tried his best to see the appearance of the other party, but he couldn't observe it no matter what.
"Don't you think that too powerful a force is difficult to control."
"The uncontrollable power is like the Ruhe monster, will it bring destruction and disaster to everyone?"
Sun Dean was silent, but he still looked up with a smile.
"I don't know either!"
"but."
"It will always be reconciled if you don't try it, won't you?"
"Maybe, everything is just unfounded worry, and all directions will develop in a good direction?"
Yin Shen laughed: "Then, let's take a look!"
Yin Shen closed the scroll, and the scroll reads - "The Power of Wisdom and Power".
He handed it to Sang Dean, and Sang Dean took it carefully
"Sunderan!"
"All power comes from blood."
Sang De'an was a little dazed, he didn't understand the meaning of the man in front of him.
He took his own book carefully.
Looking up again, the man had disappeared.Sang De'an was a little dazed, he didn't understand the meaning of the man in front of him.
He took his own book carefully.
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