Chapter 2514
Chapter 6
At this time, something flew over from the direction of the sacred mountain. It was an unknown man, about twenty years old, with a handsome face, wearing a green cross-collared ancient costume. He had never been seen in the first generation of gods, and the last time he wore this kind of clothes, it was worn by the servants of the gods on the sacred mountain.
When the other party flew closer and saw her, he was stunned for a moment, then immediately knelt down and kowtowed.
Xining raised his hand and signaled to stand up.
The other party must have also used invisibility, and no one noticed that there were two uninvited guests nearby.
Daya struggled so hard, she screamed and yelled at the top of her lungs, so several strong men simply lifted her up by her hands and feet and continued to walk towards the deeper water.
The man who came later stood aside, lowered his head slightly and said nothing. Since the Lord God had come, he didn't need to do anything.
Either show up to save, or remain silent.
But Xining chose the third option, turned around and flew towards the sacred mountain.
The man stared, watching the main god who hadn't been here for hundreds of years just leave like that, like a shooting star, heading towards the sacred mountain.
Now he was dumbfounded. What did the Lord God mean? Should he save him or not?
Xining flew to the sacred mountain and saw several villages along the way. The buildings and farmland were about the same size as when he left, but the people were slightly different.
Some villages have mixed races, while others are separated by skin color. This seems to be to maintain racial diversity, rather than having only one mixed race in the end.
These are all trivial matters. To her, all living things are the same as before. Whether they evolve or die, they are all part of history. Paying more attention to them is mainly for the sake of faith.
When she was almost there, she deepened her virtuality again.
First, go to the cave with a huge viewing terrace, where she stayed last time.
The furnishings inside have changed, and a lot of furniture has been replaced with jade. After all, the long years can weather plastic and glass into powder. The remaining wooden furniture is almost all golden nanmu, agarwood, and ironwood, which are very dense and not easy to corrode.
She walked over, sat on the bed, and touched it with her hands. Not only the mattress and quilt on the bed were new, but even the hanging gauze curtains and curtains were 90% new.
The cleanliness and tidiness seen in all aspects prove that someone has been cleaning and replacing old things. Many furniture made of jade have been polished to a shiny surface and covered with patina.
She walked out of the room. The sacred mountain was still green with bamboos, birdsong and flowers. The young boys and girls who served as the gods were dressed in the same dark green ancient costumes. They were busy with their own things and did not notice her arrival.
From time to time, servants of God dressed in green came and went, but what they held in their hands were not brooms or feather dusters, but books and papers. They should be servants of God of a higher level.
Everything remains the same, as if no time has passed.
It feels a bit incredible that on this planet, three spaces and three trajectories, the prehistoric era, postmodern AI and the agricultural era maintained by the gods here, exist at the same time.
Which one is the best?
Perhaps most people would choose postmodernism. After all, there is no worry about supporting a family, no disease and pain. Everyone can live the life they want, and even become a warrior or emperor who does not exist in reality in a game and have a perfect partner.
But they and so many virtual lives only live in a host the size of a room. What kind of life is this?
Xining was thinking when a group of people appeared out of nowhere, running and flying out of the cave houses above and below, and headed towards the place where she lived.
They were her fourteen first-generation gods and some servants dressed in turquoise clothes, one of whom was the one seen by the pond before.
She followed behind and watched them rush in and kneel down in unison: "Greetings to the Goddess Xining! Greetings to the Lord!" After they finished bowing, they raised their heads excitedly, only to find that there was no one in the whole room.
They were wondering, and even questioned the servant of God who brought the news.
The servant knelt on the ground in panic, saying that he had indeed seen the Lord God, and that he saw the Lord God flying towards the sacred mountain. He could not keep up with the Lord God's speed.
While everyone was noisily discussing what to do, Xining eliminated his illusion and revealed his true form.
As soon as they saw the Lord God standing behind them and looking at them, a large number of the first generation gods and their servants quickly turned around and knelt down to salute.
Xining flashed behind them and found a chair to sit down: "There are more people here." She watched them turn around in unison, still kneeling towards her.
The first generation of God Nian Cang responded: "Reporting to the goddess, more than a hundred God servants have been added to the God Mountain. If they cannot break through their cultivation within ten years and cannot achieve immortality, they will go down the mountain and return home. The same is true for the previous God servants. If their cultivation is not good and they show signs of aging, they will return to their original village or go to a village specially set up for retired God servants. Every year, each village will select the best to make up the number. And those who return can also tell the villagers what they saw and heard on the God Mountain to strengthen their faith."
Xining nodded, thoughtfully: "Are you the boss here now?" It seemed that it was not him who met her when she left last time.
Nian Cang bowed and said, "We have a shift system, with a rotation every three years. If there is a major mistake during the shift, one shift will be suspended. If there is merit, three more years will be added. The other gods have the right to vote for impeachment."
This is a very democratic method. Xining nodded again: "What did you plan to do with the things I saw before, when you sent people over there?"
This is a small matter, but from a small matter, perhaps a lot can be analyzed.
Nian Cang turned his head and looked at the divine servant who was going to the pond: "Qingzhu, you tell the story."
This is a very good habit. Knowing that she wants to hear the most truthful words, just let the person in charge speak.
Qingzhu kowtowed before speaking: "Goddess, we received a document from the head of Waitang Village seven days ago, about the village's Daya pretending to be a spirit, and four other people believing her, and planned to sink her into the pond according to their village rules."
"After receiving the news, the fourteen gods of the sacred mountain took it very seriously. After a meeting, they decided that the five people would abandon the true god and believe in the false god created by Daya during this period, so there is no need to protect them. Their life and death will be decided by their village."
"This time, I am going there only to observe the final outcome of Waitang Village. I will not give any instructions."
Qingzhu spoke in a calm, clear and organized voice, which is what you need when hiring someone to do something.
She turned to another place: "Qingzhu? It's a good name." All the names outside were very rustic, and the originally ordinary name became a refreshing name.
Qingzhu smiled politely like a business person: "It is the name given by the God. If I can return to the village as a servant of God, I can still keep this name. The villagers are not allowed to give such elegant names. This is the supreme honor."
So that's how it is, no wonder those are the names.
"All of you go down. Just pretend I'm not here and do what you need to do." Xining sat there and watched them stand up and leave respectfully.
When there was no one else in the room, she walked over to the sofa-like bench covered with soft cushions and lay down, not caring about her image. (End of this chapter)