High Above Chapter 872

  Chapter 872 Despair creates piety, suffering creates faith (5100, ask for a monthly ticket!)

  When I was young, because my parents disappeared, I lived with my grandparents.

  There are a few moonshine osmanthus at the door of the house, which were planted by grandma and grandpa when they got married. Every autumn, there will be a faint fragrance, and the leaves will turn blue and white like the moon.

  Grandpa used to be a meritorious veteran of the Southern Legion. He had a pension and his life was quite affluent, but after his grandfather passed away, his life became more difficult.

Grandma is a weaver. When she was young, the cloth she wove was durable and beautiful. But after marrying her grandpa, she didn't do it for a long time. After her parents disappeared, grandma was in a daze for several years until her grandpa passed away. , she recovered from extreme grief.

For me, my grandma picked up the dusty loom again. The cloth she wove is still strong and durable, but she can't sell much money. She can barely maintain food and clothing. Occasionally, she also sells some old things at home to subsidize the family. , and I also learned how to make wreaths from the flowers of the osmanthus tree in autumn, but I still couldn't make ends meet.

  I found out later that it was because a weaving factory opened in Nauman. Since then, it has been difficult to sell the cloth woven by individuals.

   I hate loom mills. The cloth woven by grandma is obviously so beautiful, but it is difficult to sell.

  Life is simple and poor, but occasionally, grandma will give me one or two eggs.

  She said that if a boy wants to grow up well, he must eat something nutritious.

  She said she was sorry, grandparents did not protect anything, neither my parents nor me.

  She said, Loren, you have to grow up quickly, grandma can't take care of you for long.

  Grandma has nothing to say sorry to me.

  I want to grow up quickly.

The flowers of the moonlight osmanthus bloomed for two rounds. I gradually grew up and could go to the town to do some odd jobs. The uncle carpenter next door was willing to accept me as an apprentice. I became a teacher, and my grandma was very happy. The jewelry left at the time was used as a teacher's apprenticeship ceremony.

  In the autumn of the second year of apprenticeship, when the moonlight osmanthus was blooming, I knew the cause of my parents' death.

  They are merchants attached to the Great Chamber of Commerce around the Agate Stone Plain. This occupation is indeed dangerous in Nanling, but as long as they don't go south of Indigo Mountain, Nanling is not so dangerous.

  Their disappearance was not because of monsters or robbers, but because a noble who believed in a cult wanted to resurrect his child.

  My parents...my parents...became his guinea pigs.

  The Huaiguang Church and a young white knight discovered the lord's evil deeds, and the evil lord died on a rainy summer night.

  The Knight of the White People seems to be a very powerful person. He replaced the evil lord. My grandma also wiped her tears and said to me that she finally understood where her children were buried and they were finally able to go home.

   They were buried next to Grandpa.

  Everything is going well. There is no need for grandma to save money to buy eggs. The master will give me eggs occasionally. It is said that this is because a chicken farm opened next to Nauman City. Eggs have been cheap since then.

   I like chicken farms. But I vaguely feel that the chicken farm and the weaving factory are the same thing, and I can afford cheap cloth.

  I'm at a loss

   For better or worse, Grandma can finally rest.

   But not long after, the food disaster came.

   Grandma also fell ill.

   It is said that this is a bad thing done by an alliance called "Flying Flame". They spread diseases on our land, ruined crops, and they made wild beasts go crazy, making many people unable to afford food.

  Originally, this disease is difficult to take effect on people, but grandma is too weak.

  Flame... This is the first time I know the name of another country, and this is the first time I hate a name so much.

  I couldn't afford medicine, and I couldn't afford food... Even the master's family began to worry, and I had to go home.

  Although the governor has guaranteed the stability of food prices, they are still much higher than usual.

I sold all the furniture left at home to catch the cicada chrysalis dormant under the trees, and I went outside the town to look for wild vegetables and berries that haven't rotted... But don't talk about buying medicine, I can't even cook porridge .

  Grandma is getting weaker and weaker, and there is nothing I can do about it. It's not just a disease, it's the result of years of heartbreak and malnutrition.

  Grandma is dying. I can only sit dry. I didn't even have tears, I didn't have time to cry, I tried my best to find a way.

I did not find it.

  I hate myself for being like this.

   But maybe it's a miracle.

  Accompanied by a huge convoy that stretched for more than ten miles into the southern border, the price of food dropped rapidly.

   Even, they brought cheap medicines, and the doctors in the convoy would give free consultations along the way.

  They claim to be hired by a white knight named Ian. They aim to do good deeds, sell food at a low price, and treat diseases for free.

  The big householder in the village who garnered food in the town said sourly that this knight is just for fame, and of course he wants to gain a good reputation for himself when he becomes a nobleman.

   There are also big households who say that this knight has just wiped out all the knights in other territories around his territory. He is trying to buy people's hearts and try to attract some poor ghosts to work in his territory.

  Who the **** cares about that. If someone can cure grandma, I will be a cow and a horse for him for the rest of his life!

  I ran to the big town where they had a free clinic as fast as possible, and begged them to treat grandma.

  The doctor looked at me seriously, he and his colleagues muttered, and then nodded in agreement.

  I will deeply engrave his face in my heart. He is my benefactor.

  When the doctor came to my house, he frowned, as if it was difficult to deal with it.

He stabilized grandma's condition, and then told me that the medicine he prescribed would only cure her for a while. Grandma's body was already extremely weak, and her vitality was as weak as a candle. Even if she was cured this time, she would never survive a lifetime Year.

  One year seems very short.

   A year seems like a long time.

  I have no other choice.

  When grandma woke up, she was sometimes sober, and sometimes she didn't know who I was. The doctor couldn't do anything about it either. He said it might be Alzheimer's, or it might be a fever that damaged the head. He told me that there is no cure for this disease. Although he sympathized with me, there was nothing he could do.

  I really don't blame the doctor, I am very grateful to him, but the family has no money, so I can only weave a moonflower crown for him.

  Grandma has dementia, and I can't do my best to take care of her.

  As the doctor said, this is a terminal illness, and I cannot reverse it. This is something that hard work, prayer and pleading cannot do.

   No one will sneak me an egg again, no one will give me a hug when I come home, no one will hold me and gently smooth my hair.

  I want to cheer up and try to spend the last year with my grandma with a cheerful and optimistic attitude.

   can't do it...

   Really can't do it.

  Seeing how my grandma couldn't recognize me, and even stopped walking, and then looked around in a daze, no matter how hard I suppressed myself, I would wonder if I was doing it right.

   All of this, for grandma, is it salvation, or is it cruel to linger on?

  I can't tell...

   It may just be fate.

   Or in other words, in this world, there really are gods, and there are really great beings watching the world, so that everything still has a little life in despair.

  In the first spring after grandma suffered from dementia, the doctor who treated grandma found me.

  He said, seeing that I didn't yell at my grandma when I learned that there was no cure for her illness, and suppressed tears to weave a wreath for him, he specially inquired about a piece of news for me.

  He said that there is a very secret medical experiment in the old Leian Territory, the place where my parents died, and the current territory of the White People Knight who hired him to treat along the way.

  He said that this experiment urgently needs the elderly, dementia patients, those born with dementia and other brain degeneration, or patients who are dying.

   In other words, they need experimenters.

  My parents died in that land because of the experiments of the evil nobles.

  Now, a benefactor told me that a kind lord came to that land, and he also needs a test object to verify a certain technology.

Satire?

   Or the last hope?

The doctor told me that this experiment is not for ordinary people to participate in. It is best to have a grudge against Fei Yandi, and to prove that you have lived in Nanling for several generations, and that someone in your family has served in the army... All in all, it is a very confidential request and must not be leaked .

  Because grandpa once served in the army, grandma just met the requirements.

  I raised my head and looked at the moonlight outside the door.

  The bluish-white leaves exude a faint fragrance, just like in those days.

   Even after passing away, is grandpa still protecting us?

  I choose to believe.

  I followed the doctor and took my grandma to Xiahuiling.

It is a beautiful place, very different from the gloomy castle of the evil lord I imagined, and the mountain people who come and go are also very different from the barbaric and rude people in the town. They look the same as us and speak the same language, except that they are strong A little, a little rougher skin, doesn't make any difference.

  Grandma was sent to the laboratory, and I stayed in a newly built orphanage in Xiahuiling... Indeed, if grandma passed away, wouldn't I be an orphan?

  Although grandma is not dead yet, after entering that laboratory, it may be no different from death.

   I can only believe and wait.

  The orphanage led by Xiahui is different from what I know. The orphans here don't need to paste cardboard boxes or weave baskets. What we need to do is to read books.

  In addition to ordinary reading and writing, we also need to learn a subject called mathematics. The teacher will tell us stories and play games with us.

The teacher said, I am very smart. I am the fastest learner of words and mathematics among my peers. I can understand the lessons and implication of the stories and answer the teacher's after-school questions. I am also the most disciplined and never mess around. The one running around.

maybe. The master also said that I learned carpentry very quickly. In fact, it is more than that. I can vaguely see that the games that the teacher took us to play are actually training our ability to obey orders and cultivating our ability to work together as a team. All of these are It's a game my grandfather used to play with me.

  The teachers and the dean liked me very much, and the doctor would visit me occasionally. My intelligence seemed to exceed their imagination, and I could easily follow those courses that are theoretically difficult for adults.

And as time went by, I gradually realized that the orphanage I was in, including the doctor, were members of a sect, and this sect was established by the local lord, the envoy of the dragon god, and the leader of the mountain people. A new belief.

  He is the core belief of this sect called "Chong Ling Sect". Almost most of the followers of the empire believe in the leader himself, not the "spirit of heaven and earth" or "spirit of all living beings".

  I can vaguely understand that although the empire and the mountain people are integrated on the surface, they still have conflicts in belief. The dragon **** and the leader are not always one, and this is where their differences lie.

  And the orphanage I live in is the one that tends to worship the leader.

   I see, they just want my faith.

   It's just too weird.

  Although I have never seen it before, such a person as the lord, the leader...he who saved me from despair several times...is the **** in my heart.

Although I don't know the news about grandma, nor the progress of the experiment, but I know that in this world, except for the leader of Xiahui, except for the Lord of Yinfeng, no one will save me again and again , help me. Whether it's the truth about my parents, or the food, or the doctor and the hope of saving my grandma, all of them are given to me by him.

  When I told the doctor everything I was thinking, he looked at me not only in shock but also in pure surprise.

I am very smart.

  That's why I realized...My lord is worthy of my worship.

  At the summer festival, under the guidance of the physician godfather, I formally joined the religion, and prayed for the perfect portrait of the adult like a god.

   At that moment, I seemed to see light.

   This light is so real, it shakes my soul.

  During this time, the lord was not in the territory, he went to a distant place to participate in a grand operation. Everyone didn't know what the action was, but everyone firmly believed that the adults would definitely return successfully.

  The fact is indeed the case, and it didn't take long for the news of your lord to reach Xiahui Ling.

  Everyone was either pleasantly surprised, stunned, or even told others about the 'prophet' with such a face.

  My lord is a prophet.

   Sure enough. I am no exception to think of.

  Maybe the adults came to save me just because they foresaw my pain and despair? I think so once in a while, but soon shake my head in shame. The thought is so arrogant, self-righteous, and presumptuously stupid.

  Up to now, I have made up my mind to stay in Xiahui for the rest of my life and dedicate my life to Chongling Sect and adults.

   Just… if you can.

  I still want to see grandma again.

  I don't know if my wish will be granted...but if it does, it can only mean one thing.

  My lord, he is the true God walking in the world.

   Terra 774, July 26.

  The lord who returned from Nauman City is about to return to his territory.

  The chief political officer, the alchemy supervisor, the captain of the personal guard, and many other important officials went to greet him. Not only that, although there was no order, more than half of the people in the entire territory stopped their work and went to the intersection to wait.

  The midsummer sun was extremely dazzling, I raised my hand to block the too strong sunlight, the breeze blew, the sea of ​​trees in the Baisen Mountains swayed slightly, and there were continuous noises.

Under the bright sky, the dark asphalt road stretches all the way to the depths of the forest. The towering and solid light-prismatic defense towers on the edge of the city reflect the sunlight and look shining. Flags and banners are pulled up behind the guarding soldiers shaking.

  Behind the people who came spontaneously was the newly built urban area and streets of Xiahuiling. None of the people who came here looked disheveled. Everyone was full of expectations and looked to the other end of the avenue with longing.

  He appeared.

  Surrounded by people, the white-haired lord returned to his territory, wearing a white robe, a blue scarf on his head, long hair hanging down his shoulders, and his eyes seemed to be brighter than the sun.

   He is more perfect than the picture depicts, more sublime than I imagined.

  He smiled and waved to the crowd, and the crowd cheered in response. He rode forward slowly, and the crowd followed him.

   And I walked forward unconsciously.

   passed the crowd, passed the guarding soldiers, and walked towards him.

"Um?"

  My lord noticed me. He turned his head and raised his hand, as if signaling the soldiers behind him not to move. He stared at me with great interest, pure brilliance flowing in his water-blue eyes.

   "A ten-year-old child has extraordinary potential." He got off his horse and came to me: "Your name?"

   "I am Loren from White Grass Town."

I slowly knelt down on one knee, put my right hand in front of my chest, and lowered my head deeply: "Sir, although my life has just begun, you have saved me from despair several times. I can be sure that you are the world Among them, the only light that can shine on us."

   "My lord, I swear to you at this moment, I am willing to dedicate my life and soul to you. Until now, I will run for you, pray for you, and fight for you."

  —You are my god, my faith.

   No one asked me to do this.

  Although I know that the godfather and the dean want me to do this, they really haven't had time to ask me to do it.

  I just understand that only in this way can the impulse in my heart disappear, and I can express the surging emotions in my heart.

   Only this... Only this.

  I can find peace.

  I can't see the expression of adults.

   But after a few seconds, he held out his hand.

  The cold palm touched my cheek, and a soft force was exerted on me. My heartbeat, my breathing, and my thinking seemed to be seen through in an instant. But I'm not afraid, because I really think and act like this from the bottom of my heart.

  I sensed white light again, bluish white light. The light is right in front of my eyes, right in front of me, so close to me.

  I smelled the scent of jasmine flowers, not from reality, but from the depths of the soul, that is the only thing I know, called a beautiful smell.

  “Despair creates piety, suffering creates faith.”

The gentle voice said softly, the adult helped me up, and said softly: "I don't really understand you, unless I really become you... But your pain, despair and the joy of being redeemed have indeed spread into the world." in my heart."

   "So that's the case, so there is also a psychic ability called 'Faith'..."

   "Loren. Loren of White Grass Town...you are indeed beyond my expectations."

   "I remember you."

   Is Bayian Cult considered to be Dragon Cult or Goblin Cult? It's hard to classify...

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  (end of this chapter)

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