Chapter 81 The Power of Faith
"Temple ahead, no entry!"
In front of the Temple of the Sun, two burly guards, holding sharp spears, looked vigilantly at a speeding McLaren.
"Trust me, brother. This car won't dare to crash into us. This is a temple!"
A guard said to his colleague beside him.
"Brother, I believe you."
Seeing McLaren getting closer and closer, the guard who had just said he believed it became a little panicked.
"Brother, you..."
As soon as he turned around, he found that the brother had retreated into the temple gate.
"Brother, I'll go in first to tell you the news. You hold on! Don't panic. The great sun god Ra will protect you."
"(;′??Д??`) If I believe you again, you're a dog!"
The guard cursed inwardly.
At this time.
“Squeaky-squeaky-squeaky!!!”
With the shrill sound of brakes and smoke produced by the friction of tires on the ground, the supercar drifted perfectly and happened to stop in front of the guard in front of the door.
The dust flew up and splashed all over his face.
Tick-tick-tick——!!!
Some liquid dripped slowly.
“It’s…it’s out.”
The guard's voice had a hint of mourning.
Before he could react, a figure suddenly rushed out of a black McLaren, running towards the temple gate at a speed as fast as an arrow.
"The temple ahead is forbidden to pass through."
However, before the guard could even finish his words, the figure flashed by like a ghost and successfully entered the temple.
"What should I do? It's over, it's over. That person actually went in like that. This is a serious dereliction of duty on my part. I'm going to be fed to crocodiles. But now that person has gone in..."
The guard had a look of horror on his face, and he kept thinking about how to deal with the situation.
Sudden.
He suddenly had an idea: “Got it!”
Without hesitation, he rammed the front of the McLaren, again and again, until a big bump appeared on his forehead. He then pretended to faint and fell to the ground.
.........
Temple, open air courtyard.
At this moment, nearly a thousand red-robed believers gathered here, and under the leadership of an old man in white robes, they were praying their last prayer of the day.
"Great God Ra!"
"You are the rising dawn—"
"You are the setting sun—"
“Blah blah…”
The rest of the red-robed believers followed suit and began to pray.
"I never thought that I, old man, would have such a day!"
The old man in white robe smiled as bright as a chrysanthemum. As a believer from the slums, he prayed every day for decades, but in the end he was still an ordinary believer.
But since an earthquake hit the temple three months ago, he was too old and weak to run, so he planned to sit down and wait for death, while shouting the name of the sun god. As a result...
“??(???*)Hahahahahahaha——!!!”
Is this the blessing from the Sun God? The other believers thought that he really received the oracle from the Sun God, and they all sat down and followed him to learn.
Coincidentally, the earthquake stopped at that time.
The Pharaoh happened to be in the temple that day, and thus - he successfully became a high-ranking believer.
"What the hell is going on!"
The old man was very proud.
Then he looked towards a place where tomorrow's sacrifice to the sun god "Ra" was imprisoned.
"Old John, your life is really a life of tears! Haha, your grandson died of illness, and your son left with his insane wife and never came back..."
"And that Ye Su, he's doing so well now, he's the second in the Democratic Party, and now he's even become a celebrity. What's more, he got along so well with your granddaughter, but you still drugged him and took advantage of the opportunity to get him."
"You were born to be a worthless person! You deserve to be captured as a sacrifice."
Cough cough--
The old man cleared his throat and shouted to the red-robed believers below.
"Long live the sun god! Long live the Pharaoh!"
"Long live the sun god! Long live the Pharaoh!"
The rest of the believers also shouted.
"Long live the Pharaoh!"
"Long live the Pharaoh!!"
"Long live the Pharaoh!!!"
.........
Prayers like these take place every day in the twelve temples of the human circle.
Every time the red-robed believers uttered a word of praise, strands of golden threads would float out from their bodies. The threads were invisible at all, but as more and more threads appeared, they slowly intertwined together and eventually formed a thick golden light that floated towards the statue in the temple.
"Great God, please protect us!"
"Great God, please give us strength!"
"Great God..."
Every time the believers praised, more golden threads would float out of their bodies, and finally merge with the previous golden light and float towards the temple statue.
This is the power of faith.
However, just as those devout believers were dedicating their faith to the statue, a strange black death aura quietly appeared. This black death aura was like a greedy black hand, tightly grasping the faith power that was about to enter the statue and intercepting a part of it...
Sudden.
"It's not good, the big thing is bad!"
A hurried voice broke the prayer atmosphere and resounded throughout the space. Everyone turned their eyes to the source of the sound, with a hint of curiosity and nervousness in their eyes.
A guard was seen running towards the gate in a panic, his steps were hurried and chaotic, as if he had encountered some emergency. Everyone's heart tightened, and an ominous premonition surged in their hearts.
The guard's face was full of fear, and his forehead was covered with cold sweat, as if he had just experienced a thrilling event. His breathing was rapid and his chest was heaving violently, obviously due to excessive tension.
He panted and stammered to report to the old man in white robe: "No... It's not good, sir, something terrible has happened!"
His voice trembled, filled with endless fear and anxiety.
"Why are you panicking? This is a temple, what could be so scary?"
The guard was about to tell what had happened when he saw another person appear behind him.
"Is this... a sleepover!?"
The old man in white robe was not too surprised when he saw Ye Su in front of him. After all, old John's granddaughter had not been caught, so it was easy to guess that it was she who went to tip off and made Ye Su come here.
But this is a temple!
If it were outside, they might even give you the courtesy of letting you stay overnight, but here... it's totally impossible!
The old man in white robe thought so.
"Hey, isn't this your Excellency staying overnight? How come you have time to come to the temple?"
Hear this.
Ye Su looked at the old man in front of him, suppressed his anger, and didn't want to say too much:
"What about people!"
When the old man heard this, a smile appeared on his face, but his eyes were full of greed and cunning. He thought to himself: This guy finally came, I can make a lot of money from him today.
"Haha, Mr. Yexu is such an interesting person. In that case, let's get straight to the point. People? Yes." The old man answered with a smile.
Ye Su looked at the old man with a hint of disgust in his eyes, but he still remained patient.
"Where is Mr. John?"
"Oh? So that's it."
The old man deliberately dragged out his voice, and then said: "Then you should know that the temple is not a place where you can come and go as you please. If you want to take him away... you will have to pay a price."