People no longer believe in God Ah Méng, and have forgotten all his glory and sacredness. The statue of God Ah Méng, who lies on the sand dunes, is silently symbolizing that this god has re-entered the cycle of life in the world.

But all this does not prevent Ah Méng's story from continuing to spread. People may be interested in this ancient myth out of a curiosity. As a conditioning adjustment on the journey of loneliness, it is like listening to various interesting stories on earth that have nothing to do with themselves.

Where there are caravans rest, most people will take the opportunity to do business. For example, next to the ruins of this temple, a hawker packs spring water for sale with leather bags. Not far from the hawker, there is a ragged artist playing the flute. There is a basket in front of him, and a snake with a raised body twists, as if dancing to the sound of the flute. The passing merchants looked interesting and would throw a few bait coins in a pottery bowl at his feet.

Ilia also followed the customs and sat on a scattered stone under the shadow of the statue Yin, leaning on a cane, and a pottery bowl was placed in front of her, just like a folk storyteller. If the passerby was happy to hear it, I hope that the old man would throw a few copper coins into the bowl. But this ruin is so desolate and remote. Although caravans pass by every day, there are very few vendors and artists coming here, only Ilia will come almost every day.

The sun was particularly hot on that day. The resting coachman, guard and merchants tried to curl up in the shadow of the statue, waving fans and breathing constantly. Some listened to the old man telling stories, but few people were willing to stand up and throw a copper coin into his bowl.

At this time, a young man went to the vendor to buy a bag of water, walked over and handed it to Ilia and said, "This old man, you have been talking for a long time. You should be thirsty and drink a sip of water to moisten your throat. I think you didn't even bring a Lou Bag for water, so you should just live nearby, but it's inconvenient to walk here, so you'll give this baby to you."

The old man told such a long story in such a dry and hot desert, but his voice was not hoarse. The wrinkles on his forehead were deep but his eyes were clear and bright, not like an old man at all. The old man looked up at the young man, took the skin with a smile, stood up from the stone, bowed lightly, and said, "Thank you, the gods have given you kindness." The young man bowed and said, "It should be me thank you. On such a hot noon, he told us such a distant and wonderful legendary story, just like a cool wind coming from the desert." The old man smiled and said, "I am telling the legend of the gods of Améng. Where do you come from and do you believe in the gods?"

The young man replied, "I am a silen from the silen plain, and I believe in my god Aro.

The old man asked again: "Do you like to listen to the story of Ah Méng? He is the God that the Eju people once believed in." The young man smiled: "When people like to listen, the stories you tell are wonderful. There are different legends of gods everywhere in the mainland, expressing people's beliefs or past beliefs. These legends also contain people's understanding of God and their own wishes. It can help people think about how to view their belief in God in their minds?"

The young man was about the early twenties, with thick dark brown hair slightly curly, his figure was strong and tinged, and his strong hands were covered with calluses. He looked very handsome, and the outline of his facial features was faintly lustful with a firm temperament. When he smiled, he looked very good, and had an invisible infectiousness.

The old man nodded and said, "Are you still willing to continue listening?"

The young man bent down and put down a few copper coins in the pottery bowl: "If you are not tired, take a sip of water and take a break. I also want to hear the next story."

The old man opened the plug of his skin, drank a few sips of water, and continued to tell the legend of the god Ah Méng.

At this time, a cloud floated over the blazing sunshine, and a cool breeze blew from afar. The desert seemed to become particularly quiet, and the sounds told by the old man also seemed particularly clear next to the ruins of the temple.

The old man just talked about the struggle between the gods Ahmeng and the gods Olympus, and then talked about the challenge of Artemis on the clouds and was shot down by an arrow. The audience not far away all made a "Oh" sound, as if they were suddenly enlightened. Someone couldn't help but interrupt and said, "No wonder this temple abandoned Zeus, which defeated the gods Olympus annexed the territory of the land of the man."

Someone explained: "That was because the rise of the Marro Empire conquered Eju and asked the Eju to convert to the Olympus gods. Then people compiled this legend, using the stories of the gods to explain the things on earth, or using the things on earth to symbolize the encounters of the gods."

The people in the caravan traveled around the world, were knowledgeable, and what they said was not unreasonable. The young man asked Ilya with interest, "According to your words, God Améng also voluntarily returned to the human world. What did he say when he left? Did Zeus really defeat him?" The old man raised his cane and pointed to the statue of the god lying beside him and said, "Yes, it seems that Zeus defeated him. Or the Maro Empire conquered Eju and ordered the people's faith to change. But God Améng left once said that the belief he guided would accompany the temple in people's hearts to spread throughout the so-called divine realm of Zeus, and then he would return to his heaven. Some people also said that Améng would guide people to establish a new kingdom and completely defeat Zeus."

Hearing this, the young man frowned slightly and said, "There are always similarities in my world. In my hometown, I have heard another version. The protagonist in the story is not a god like Ah Méng, but a Messiah that appears on earth."

The old man's eyes lit up and he looked at Améng and said, "What you are talking about is the prophet Ilia? I have also heard the merchants who come and go to and from here. But I don't know how it is circulated in your hometown. Can you tell me if you want? I can also tell this legend to the people passing by."

The young man replied, "Of course I can tell you that the prophecy of Ilia has been passed down in my hometown for hundreds of years and has become a kind of expectation for people. The Messiah will come and lead people who truly believe in the Arro River to their homeland.,...

The old man nodded and said, "This is the true face of the prophecy of Ilya. It is more like a fable. How do people understand it in your hometown?"

The young man then replied, "In my hometown, the people of the Leng people believe that there will be a man who will come, not only a prophet like Ilia, but also a savior designated by the gods. He will lead the Leng people out of the fate of being ruled and establish an ideal kingdom. Just like Moses, the ancestor of our Leng people, led his tribesmen to escape the slavery of the Eju people and established the Leng city on the plain of Duke."

The city of Selangor was not established by Moses, but by Link and Aesop. But later, David ordered the demolition of the Temple of Améng and the construction of the Aro River Temple. The history that the young man heard of became like this. Since there were other people next to him, the young man was very careful in his words and did not directly express his desire to overthrow the Maro Empire, or even conquer and replace the Maro Empire to rule the Tianshu Continent.

In fact, it doesn't matter what you say here. This is a caravan that removes the cold people. They are also employed by Eju's grooms and guards. There are no Maro soldiers and officials here.

The old man narrowed his eyes and asked quietly, "I have been telling the stories of gods to passers-by here for a long time, and I have heard too many legends, some of which people know, and some that people don't understand yet. Young man, have you ever thought about another possibility that the prophecy left by Ilia is another meaning? What the Messiah guided people to establish was not a great empire like Marro, but a homeland of another meaning?"

The young man also narrowed his eyes: "Oh? This is the first time I have heard this statement! What do you mean?"

The old man said slowly: "The people of Shireng believe in the Arro River as the only god, just as the people of Eju once believed in the Ahméng as their god, while the people of Maro believe in the Olympus gods. I want to ask you what the so-called only god means? What is the difference between this god and that god? Is it because people think they are noble, so they think that the gods they believe in are also noble? Is this just a sense of arrogant superiority, and self-suggestion should have a status that surpasses others?" The young man was slightly stunned, as if thinking, and did not answer immediately. At this time, someone in the caravan shouted angrily: "John, don't listen to the old man's nonsense anymore, that is the voice of Shirden! The only god is the only god. God once agreed with Moses, "You must not have any other gods except me. Don't let the voice of Shirden shake your will and destroy our hopes.

The young man named Joshua turned around and said, "This is the border of Eju, and it is also under the rule of the Maro Empire. This old man has not received the brilliance of the Aro River. It is completely normal for him to raise this question. But the brilliance of God lies in guidance. People are not born with this belief, so why should you be angry? You should also see hope when you see regrets, which means that the brilliance of God can shine on more spirits. A voice shouted: "John, you kind and ignorant child! The Aro River is the God of the Leng people, the Leng people will be removed.
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