Wangshen City, located in the center of the Great Plain of Heno, is the first city built by Theism on this land and is currently the largest city. And the city is the religious and cultural center of Theism. Countless believers settle here, or travel, or pay homage to the majesty of God.
The city of Wangshen is large, covering an area that is the sum of the three surrounding cities. At the center of the city is a cathedral, occupying nearly half of its area. Around the central vault at the top of the church stood eight statues taller than the main part of the church, encircled by the arch. Even from a great distance, the eight sculptures symbolizing the supreme faith can be seen.
Of course, such a city would cost a lot of money, but for a large church, it would not be a problem in terms of material or human resources. Not to mention that there are eight supreme gods supporting the worship of the Kau Man. ?
The white-haired man walked through a somewhat crowded street, his clothes smeared with dust, looking old. The hair had been restyled, and there were still a few clots of congealed blood in the strands.
He strode along, a bewildered look on his face telling others he had no destination. He didn't know where he was going, or even where he was coming from.
As he passed through the main entrance of the cathedral, the melodious chimes came from through the church's about ten-meter-high door. The holy chimes, accompanied by the faint voices of people in the church, were like a grand symphony. The music rises and falls, playing the ups and downs of life.
In the high gate, countless believers, dressed neatly and with peaceful smiles on their faces, come and go.
On one side of the door was a table, and a young man in a clean white robe sat at it, smiling at every passer-by.
The white-haired man slowed down and looked up at the huge stone plaque hanging on top of the high gate. There, the symbol of the religion was carved. Pale blue marks, like the outline of a drop of water. Inside the water drop, there is a pale blue ring.
"God, please save me." He said softly. After reading the prayers of the believers, he learned a few words himself.
"God will save you." The young man sitting behind the table came to the white-haired man at some point and looked up to the sacred mark on his head with him.
The white-haired man lowered his head and nodded to the young man beside him as a gesture of gratitude.
The young man still looked at the high sign and said, "Look..."
The white-haired man raised his head again.
"Shall I explain to you the meaning of the theocratic symbol?"
"Thanks, OK."
Look at that ring outside. It's in the shape of a drop of water. The water drop symbolizes salvation. And the ring within the water drop symbolizes our entire planet. So this sign means that our church, our God, can save all life on this planet. As long as you believe in the existence of God, they will come down into your heart."
"They?" The white-haired man's neck ached slightly and he lowered his head. He knew very little about theism.
The young man also lowered his head and said, "Yes, they." He said, raising his finger to the top of the church. Then he realized that he couldn't see the sculpture standing under the church door. So he slowly lowered his hand. He went on, "You should see that there are statues of our eight gods on the top of the church. They bring redemption to all of us believers."
The white-haired man smiled slightly.
"If you want God's redemption, if you want the highest life, if you want to go to the kingdom of God, then you must believe in the existence of God." The young man said devoutly towards the church.
The white-haired man nodded, "I think... I will believe it."
Having said that, he walked in the opposite direction, deeper into the crowd.
"God, I hope you will save me and help me find everything I have lost." The white-haired man murmured to himself. The mind was blank, but chaotic. He walked slowly, brushing past many passers-by. But he did not know where he was going or where he was going. He didn't know what he was going to do or what he was supposed to do.
He is a man without a past.
He has no past, no memory. He only remembers waking up a year ago and suddenly realizing he knew nothing. Like a newborn baby, he knew nothing about everything in the world - including himself. But it's not right to have an adult body.
He kept on seeking, seeking his past.
A year, a year of searching and searching, he found nothing. In his memory, there seemed to be some vague fragments, floating and sinking in the darkness. But he could see nothing. Even though they were close by, he could not find a single message about himself in the fragments. Sometimes, he would suddenly feel as if his memory were about to come back to life, as if all the darkness was about to be pierced by light and filled with magnificent light. But every time, the memory would break at the point of awakening and vanish in an instant.
"Who am I? No one knows me."
With a long sigh, a black figure brushed past me.
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The man in black took a few steps, looked back carefully and then began to run. In the crowded street, his body seemed light and agile. He bumped into pedestrians again and again, but his running speed was not affected at all.
With a victorious smile on the corner of his mouth, he quickly turned into a small alley.
He stopped by the wall, looked left and right, and only after making sure there was no one around did he impatiently spread out his right palm.
On his palm lay a black stone.
"What is this?" The man whispered, turning over the stone. One side of the stone was engraved with the word "hide", and the other side was engraved with the two characters "Gu You". The man held the stone with his thumb and index finger, lifted it up, and looked at it carefully in the light for a short while. Then he put the stone to his mouth, blew a breath on it, and quickly put it to his ear to listen to the sound of the stone.
"Just a stone." He said dejectedly. I've been staring for a long time, and I didn't expect to keep staring at an ordinary stone engraved with words! What bad luck!
"Bad luck, unlucky!" He said he was about to throw the stone away when suddenly a silent face appeared before him.
"Ah - ghost -" he couldn't help Shouting.
"Things, give me back." The other person's voice sounded cold.
"What is it? When did I take your stuff?" The man said with an exaggerated expression, and his eyes were fixed on the stone in his right hand. Finally, the man added, "Do we know each other? You've got the wrong person."
The white-haired man seized the man's right hand and said, "Stone, mine."
The man laughed arrogantly and thought: I know it's yours, though it's not worth much, but I suddenly want to keep it as a memento. Even if I throw it away, I won't return it to you.
"Mine, give me."
"Oh, so this is yours?" The man put on a big smile and said, "I'll give it back to you. I'll give it back to you right away. But your hand is scratching me so badly, will you let go first?"
The white-haired man nodded and let go of his hands without any guard. "Give it back to me, thank you."
"No, no." The man in black laughed, but suddenly ran to the other side of the alley. He had run a few steps when he felt a powerful hand on his shoulder. He cursed inwardly, then spun his body away from the hand that was holding him. A 180-degree turn, he ran unexpectedly in the direction he had come.
The white-haired man was nearly knocked down by the man, and by the time he had steadied himself, the black figure had already run out of the alley. "Perhaps that stone is the only thing that can prove my identity and cannot be thrown away." He hurried after it.
The man in black was pushing and shoving along the street, knocking pedestrians to their sides. There were many discontented voices among the pedestrians, but no one caught him.
The man pushed away the person blocking his way while looking back. The white-haired man had been flung out of sight by him. "Compete with me in speed, you're still young."
Just as he was feeling smug, suddenly his arms were tightly grabbed from the front. While his legs were still running, he lost his balance in an instant, his legs off the ground, and if it weren't for the person holding him up, he would have fallen flat on his face.
The man steadied himself a little and shouted, "Who?" Who dares to catch me?"
The other side still had simple sentences: "Stone, give me."
Long white hair, blown by the wind, slapping the black-clad man's face. The man's eyes widened and his mouth twisted, "You... Why are you so fast? You actually got ahead of me! This is impossible!"
The white-haired man panted, "You ran a lap and came back. Stone, give it back to me."
"I can give it back to you, pay."
"I have no money."
"No money? Since I have no money, why should I pay you back? You can't run away from me, and you surely can't beat me. Why should I return this broken stone to you? I'll throw it away and not give it to you." The man said with some pride, forgetting that his hands were still being held tightly.
With his feet off the ground again, the world in his eyes was turned upside down in an instant. Then the body fell heavily, and the world was turned over again. The man fell to the ground, not yet accustomed to the world's twists and turns, his eyes shining with golden light.
There was a burst of laughter and applause from the crowd.
The white-haired man said, "Stuff, mine, give it back to me. Or I'll throw you down again."
"Don't... Don't fall..." The man said, standing up, his head a little calmer.
"Give it back to me."
"Here, give it to you." The man spread out his palm, and the stone was drenched in sweat.
The white-haired man loosened his hands, took the stone and put it back around his waist.
"Get out of the way, get out of the way." Then there was a commotion in the street - a small group of knights came arrogantly. The crowd, who had been watching the show, quickly moved aside to make way for the riders. More than ten horses passed through the passage and surrounded the two men.
One of them shouted loudly, "I heard the thief was caught."
"No... "No thief..." The man in black, with his right arm on the white-haired man's shoulder, winked at him and said, "Sir Knight, there is no thief. My brother and I are performing on the street here."
The speaking knight counted the two and said, "Are you brothers?"
"Yes, we are brothers. Look, how alike we look..." Before I could finish, I suddenly felt like slapping myself. Two of them, one with black hair and the other with white hair, have absolutely no common appearance.
The knight didn't ask much, but just said, "Don't cause trouble."
"Of course, of course, we are all good citizens." The man laughed obsequiously.
The knights, unwilling to waste too much time here, pulled the REINS and walked away.
"My lords, have a good day -- let's have tea together -- goodbye --" the man shouted, and did not lay down his hand on the white-haired man's shoulder until the procession was far away. He patted the white-haired man on the shoulder and asked, "What are your plans next?" His tone sounded as if they were old friends who had known each other for years.
The white-haired man ignored him, turned around and walked straight into the crowd.
The man pouted awkwardly and said, "We don't seem to know each other very well. Goodbye, come and have some tea when you have time." Thinking, don't let me see you again.