"Linda has always loved religious paintings, she likes their layout, their presentation, and the meaning behind them. Linda thinks it's beautiful, and she has always been immersed in this kind of aesthetic.

Moreover, it's a way of personifying gods, the high and mighty gods, through these paintings, as if they were pulled down from the clouds into the mortal world.

We can also use human thinking to understand and explain them."

Karun nodded and sat down on the sofa.

He didn't know how to describe the painting in front of him, although it was not yet complete, it already gave people a clear pressure.

The insane pope, the extinct Bright God Religion, in the previous era and the first half of this era, the Bright God Religion was an absolute giant.

Many new churches, such as the Order of the Gods, had to include the Bright God in their "mythological narrative" in their early stages, which shows how exaggerated the orthodox position of the Bright God Religion is.

In addition to "The Light of Order," which is specifically about the Order of the Gods, in the books that his grandfather asked Lunt to bring him, the rest are overviews of other religions.

And in these overviews, the shadow of the Bright God is everywhere.

Therefore, after reading information about many other churches, Karun's impression of the Bright God became more and more like the "Qianlong Emperor" in his previous life.

In his previous life, folk snacks from all over the country were often associated with Qianlong when he visited Jiangnan, giving them names and making them famous.

It seems that the Bright God is the same, he doesn't do anything godly, he just promotes "new gods" everywhere, either awakening the "Order God," helping the Abyss God suppress powerful demons, helping Mother Earth seal the cracks in the earth, and various appearances, interactions, and saves.

It can only be said that there is nothing new under the sun.

Just as many people in the West have the impression that Asians are generally squinty-eyed, and many people in the West believe that Westerners are independent, equal, highly educated, and have a happy education.

Many times, the so-called established impression is just a frame that makes you mistakenly believe that the other party is living like this, thinking that that taste is authentic.

When the focus is on individuals or small families and towns, there is no need for any specific differences. In fact, it's just that the filter on your eyes hasn't been removed yet.Just like these "towering" churches now, they are solemn and majestic, with believers everywhere, and they spare no effort in interpreting their divine power and maintaining their true gods. However, in the early days of "start-up", everyone was a big brother and could use any means necessary.

But later on, as they became rich, they learned to "put on a front", and people or believers who were too far away from their era naturally accepted their current "masks".

Dis's evaluation of the God of Order was "the God of Order raised by a whore."

The underlying meaning is actually mocking the God of Order for being both a pimp and a judge.

Returning to reality, watching the crazy pope in the picture, the feeling became even deeper.

The Bright Church suffered a huge catastrophe and was seriously injured, entering a period of decline, but what really made the Bright Church completely lost was actually these orthodox churches today.

They desperately modified the parts of their own "mythical narrative" that involved the existence of the God of Light, while at the same time completely exterminating the Bright Church and completely eliminating the possibility of this colossal creature rising again.

"You seem to have a lot of feelings?" Piyaje sat down on the sofa opposite Karun, "Linda also likes to sit in front of these religious paintings for a long time, with the same expression on her face as you."

"Is that so." Karun smiled, "I just think that when you think about it, it's very interesting. After all, gods are a product created by people. After stripping away the lofty divinity, what's inside is actually human nature."

"Gods are a product created by people?" Piyaje chewed on this sentence, "It's surprising that you have this view."

It was then that Karun realized that he had made a mistake. There were real gods in this world.

Whether it was Alfred or Lady Molly, or his own grandfather Dis, they were the best proof that there were supernatural forces intervening and operating in this world.

But Karun didn't want to take back his previous statement. Subconsciously, he still believed that the definition of "gods created by humans" was correct.

A firm materialist is not someone who is superstitious or throws tantrums. Even if the God of Light is standing in front of you, you will still roll up his sleeves and take his pulse.

"By the way, I have an interesting case here that I think is worth discussing. I'll tell you about it, and we can analyze it together. I'll leave out the name."

"Okay."

Piyaje brought the conversation back to the present.Next, they discussed their professional business, using case studies as a basis to analyze the causes, perfect the development process, and then discuss treatment plans.

It was an interesting thing, and Karun also took out his own case studies from his past life to discuss with Piajie.

Piajie had taken leave from school after his wife's "death" and had not practiced medicine for a long time. Karun was forced to change his major after his own "death."

As they talked, they became more and more involved and compatible.

Unconsciously, they talked for nearly three hours, but they still felt unsatisfied and a little hungry.

"I'll call Linda to prepare a midnight snack for us," Piajie said, pretending to get up.

Karun quickly reached out and pressed his shoulder: "Let me do it."

Piajie hesitated for a moment and smiled, "Okay."

Karun first called home using Piajie's phone and told Aunt Mary that he was chatting with him at Piajie's house.

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After all, this was his first date with Unis, and if he didn't go back too late, his family might think he didn't come home after his first date?

The man's family would not feel that they had lost out, but they might look down on the woman because of this.

After making the call, Karun walked into the kitchen and was too lazy to cook anything. He fried a few eggs and made two large sandwiches. Finally, he took out a large bottle of milk from Piajie's fridge.

The two sat facing each other on the sofa, eating sandwiches and continuing their previous conversation. They talked so much that they couldn't help but raise their glasses and drink a glass of milk.

Unconsciously, they talked until two o'clock in the morning.

Both had been busy all day. Piajie had been searching for information in the library all day, and Karun had been on a date all day. They gradually went from sitting and talking to lying on the sofa and talking.

In the end, they didn't know who was talking and who didn't respond. They just closed their eyes and fell asleep together.

In a daze, Karun suddenly felt cold and subconsciously wanted to find something to cover himself with. He remembered that there was a blanket on the sofa.

But he didn't find it, and had to open his eyes, only to see something like human skin going "downstairs" at the stairway.

Karun saw it, and it seemed to see him too.

However, Karun didn't feel scared because he could guess who that thing was.On the one hand, it may be because he has experienced too many things like this recently, and on the other hand, it may be because he is familiar with Piajie, which is similar to not feeling afraid of the bodies of close people.

Karun didn't shout or yell, just continued to watch it go downstairs.

Then, unable to resist the drowsiness any longer, he closed his eyes and went back to sleep.

After sleeping for a while, he felt someone gently pushing him.

Opening his eyes, Karun saw Linda standing in front of him with a warm smile:

"Mr. Karun, it's easy to catch a cold sleeping here. The guest room is ready, you can go there to rest."

Karun noticed from the corner of his eye that Piajie was no longer on the sofa opposite.

In fact, whether Linda is a personality split from Karun or has demonic factors, it doesn't make much difference to him. He can accept both professionally.

The most important thing is that he doesn't think the other party will harm him. This trust comes inexplicably, but it makes people feel convinced.

"Okay, thank you, madam."

Karun didn't refuse this arrangement because he already felt a little cold, and if he continued to sleep until daylight, he might catch a cold.

Linda walked in front, and Karun followed behind, going upstairs.

"It's this one, the bed has been made."

"Thank you, madam."

Karun walked into the guest room, took off his clothes, lay on the bed, pulled up the quilt, and was completely wrapped in comfort.

A crisp sound rang beside Karun, and he slightly opened his eyes, only to find a tray containing tea and snacks placed on the bedside table in front of him.

"The tea is here, drink it if you get thirsty at night."

"Okay, madam."

Linda walked out of the bedroom and closed the door.

Karun turned his body to the side and continued to sleep.

This sleep was deep and long.

When Karun felt that his spiritual consciousness had been replenished almost to the fullest through sleep,

There seemed to be music in his ears, very ancient music, mixed with singing that belonged to human voices, but it was very far away, far enough that you could dispel it with a frown.

This is not the feeling of dreaming, but a call.

It's like walking on a beach, where a group of people are having a bonfire party in the distance. Of course, you can join them, or you can turn around and go back, or just lie down and continue to sleep from a distance.

Karun chose to walk over because he still couldn't perceive any malice, but rather an invitation.

Just like Piajie leaving him to drink coffee,

It was sincere and natural.Then he found himself standing in a dark place.

With a long shout, countless torches were lit on the other side.

It was because of the light source on the other side that the spatial sense suddenly appeared.

This was a cliff, and Karun stood alone on this side, while all the shadows and torches were on the other side.

The mountains on both sides were high, and looking up, no stars could be seen, so this might be a canyon or inside a mountain.

Gradually, more and more torches were lit on the other side of the cliff, and there were also patches of fireflies-like creatures rising from the deep abyss, spreading a soft and mysterious light around.

Karun saw the slaves standing on the entire cliff on the other side. They were bare-chested, and the sweat on their bodies reflected a shiny luster under the torches.

Some of them were holding axes and carving knives, while others were transporting stones.

Among them, there were also many people wearing purple robes, who were generally carrying pigments and painting with brushes.

When the fireflies in the abyss flew to a certain height, the colors on the opposite cliff finally appeared in Karun's sight.

At the bottom were feet, then the calves, and then the knees.

Beside that foot, there were countless "beast corpses" lying, and many humans were bowing and worshipping.

Both the beast corpses and the worshipping humans were very small, not even as big as a giant's fingernail.

This was a work in progress, a true religious mural.

The existence with such height could only be a true god!

Therefore, this was a mural of a true god descending to the world.

"Yo...eh..."

The long rhythmic shout sounded again, like a chant.

The slaves on the other side began to chant in unison, forming a special rhythm.

And those people in purple robes also danced along.

"Yo...eh..."

The strange and oppressive sound spread through the crowd, forming an echo in the empty valley, and the echo was like a new member, adding to this musical rhythm.

"Crack!"

"Crack!"

"Crack!"

At this moment, the slaves and the purple-robed people began to stomp their feet and clap their hands in unison, and they started to dance an ancient dance.

The next moment, they suddenly turned around and faced the abyss on Karun's lonely side.Karun was a bit stunned. Originally, he was just an "outsider" silently observing in the dark, but now he had become the center of attention.

However, Karun soon realized that he was being presumptuous.

Because from the abyss in front of him, a giant woman's head appeared. She was like a female giant, rising... no, not rising, it was more like she was just standing up from a crouch in the abyss.

Her hair was like vines, with clusters of light circles swirling around them. The fireflies that had flown out earlier were just a part of her body.

When she stood up completely, Karun, who was standing behind her, felt like he was being invisibly suppressed by a great existence.

This was a kind of intuitive insignificance, as well as a cold spiritual oppression.

From reading books, one might think that choosing to worship so-called gods was nothing more than feudalism and lack of civilization.

But when that giant figure appeared in front of you, you suddenly feel the urge to worship.

Worship,

Not because of admiration and respect,

But because when you don't have the courage to run away, worship seems to be the only thing left.

The giant woman's left hand slowly lifted, holding up a pond with various colors flowing inside.

Her right hand, a giant feather that changed color slowly lifted as well.

She began to reach into her left hand with her right hand,

Scattering endless colors,

And the colors that splashed down suddenly turned into patches of fireflies and flew up again.

Her right hand began to touch the cliff in front of her that was taller than her body.

The content of the mural began to become richer and more specific under this "splashing".

The appearance of a male true god gradually became clear.

She was not a god,

She was the creator of the mural,

She was creating a mural for the true god,

But she was also a god,

Because all the slaves and purple-robed people were worshiping her.

God is a general term.

Just like the Millis Church female believer that was seen in Mr. Moore's study.

The prostitutes on the big island can all create the lover of the sea god, Millis, as their belief. Why can't the craftsmen and slaves who create murals also create their own gods?

People pray for no earthquake disasters, so they call upon the mother of the earth;

People pray for calm seas and no obstacles, so they call upon the sea god;

People pray for light to shine and dispel darkness, so they call upon the god of light;

People pray for order to be established and rules to be constrained, so they call upon the god of order.God always appears when people need him.

Finally,

The giant woman drew a sun at the top of the cliff,

And the sun shone brightly, covering the entire valley in an instant.

Karun instinctively covered his face with his arms to prevent the dazzling light from burning him,

But when he let go of his arms,

He saw the bright sunlight outside the bedroom window.

He was still lying in bed, in a guest room at Piajie's house.

"Phew..."

It was a good dream, not scary or thrilling, but shocking and epic.

Karun picked up the cold tea next to him and took a big sip.

Then,

He froze.

Because he saw a painting on the ceiling above him, not the kind of ordinary lamp or wall, in fact, there was no light fixture on it. In the entire guest room, only the bedside lamp provided light.

So, he didn't notice it last night, but now that the sun was shining outside, he saw that there was actually a painting above his head.

In the painting, there was a deep canyon that was exactly the same as in his dream.

The difference was that the mural only provided the scene, without the "true god mural" on the cliff, nor the dense slaves and purple-robed artisan painters, nor the giant woman.

Was it a psychological suggestion?

Although he didn't realize it, the sleepy himself last night actually "saw" the mural on his head, so he had the dream just now?

Was that the reason?

Karun got out of bed and got dressed.

As soon as he walked out of the guest room, he saw Piajie, with messy hair, also walking out of the bedroom. When he saw Karun, Piajie smiled happily and said:

"Do you need a shower, Karun? Hehe, Linda helped me wash my body last night."

"I'll just freshen up."

"Well, I guess breakfast must be ready by now. My wife never forgets her manners when guests visit, even though I have told her many times that the friends I invite to my house are the ones I recognize as friends. Between friends, we don't need to be so formal."

"That's right," Karun agreed.

He turned on the tap in the bathroom and started washing his face.

He saw a new toothbrush and a neatly folded towel on the washbasin, probably prepared for him.

"Did you sleep well last night? We talked for too long," Piajie leaned against the door of the bathroom and asked.

"Yes.""I haven't had such a good chat in a long time. Many of your ideas feel more advanced than what I know, very interesting."

Karun began brushing his teeth,

squeezing toothpaste,

he suddenly thought of the hands of the female giant in his dream.

Then,

he finally thought of a small church recorded in the books his grandfather gave him.

In fact, last night in his dream, he vaguely felt that he knew something, otherwise he would not have thought of the worship of the gods called forth by humans. But to remember something he saw, he needed some time.

The small church worshipped murals;

Its followers were mostly mural craftsmen, including many people who now help churches or religious places paint murals, and even many artists who were followers of this church themselves.

Because the number of followers was small and too scattered, this church had almost no noticeable climate.

And the name of this church was called the "Wall God Church."

The god they worshipped had helped the true god depict their majestic bodies since the previous era, and through murals, recorded and conveyed the stories of the gods.

To some extent, this god and her followers, in the previous era, were not just "painters" and "craftsmen," but more like "historians" with the god religion as their carrier.

After brushing his teeth,

washing his face,

while wiping his face,

Karun suddenly asked Piajia who was yawning behind him in the mirror:

"Piajia, is Linda really a follower of the Berry Church?"

"Hmm? Why are you suddenly asking this?"

"Because apart from the Berry Church, there are many other small churches that advocate the need to cremate the body."

For example, the Wall God Church also advocates cremation of the bodies of its followers, because the ashes...can be used as pigments for mural creation.

They believed that this kind of pigment could better communicate divinity, so that they could better express the image and story of the gods in murals.

Even,

considering that mural creation takes too long,

so,

they can create murals "in advance."

"Linda is a follower of the Berry Church." Piajia said.

"Oh." Karun responded, and did not continue to ask.

Both of them finished washing up and went downstairs.

Breakfast was already prepared on the first floor dining table, and knives and forks were placed. Perhaps knowing that both of them drank too much milk last night, the cups were filled with water.Karun sat down with Piajie and had breakfast together. After finishing, Karun put down his knife and fork.

"Thank you, Linda."

"Hehe." Piajie laughed again.

"I'm going back." Karun got up to say goodbye.

"Hey, wait a minute, here is a gift box. It must be the gift that Linda prepared for you. Please accept it."

"Okay, thank you, Linda."

"Well, I won't see you out."

"As you said, real friends don't need to be polite."

Karun took the gift box, walked out of Piajie's house, got into the car, and fastened his seat belt.

Before starting the car, Karun hesitated for a moment and decided to hold the gift box in his hand and open it first.

Inside was a box of paint.

Karun was stunned for a moment and sighed:

"What a heavy gift."

Under the paint box, there was also a letter. Karun picked up the letter:

"Dear Mr. Karun;

I haven't seen my husband so happy in a long time. I sincerely appreciate your appearance and care for him as a friend.

I should have created a painting for you as a sincere gift to my husband's dear friend;

But I'm sorry, I sat in the studio for three hours and didn't know how to start.

Perhaps, your life's brush is already in your own hands, and others cannot write for you.

All I can do is give you a new box of paint.

Finally, I express my deepest gratitude to you for condescending to become friends with my husband.

Great,

Lord of the Evil God."