818 The Man Who Robbed Pluto Marriage

Mamon's obsession is very simple, and in Prosser's view, it is very simple.

Because Mamun lived in the city of Athens, he didn't move around much with other believers.

The people here all believe in Athena, while the followers of the light are mostly in remote places.

If Mamon hadn't once gone to a foreign town, which is the base of the Proser belief, to collect food, he would not have been moved by the teachings of the God of Light, and then became a devout believer in the church.

But here lies the problem.

Mamun is a devout believer, but his home is too far away from the church with strong faith.

Lacking fellow believers, he will naturally be shaken in other gods' beliefs in isolation.

So this is what he's worrying about now.

Feeling his unsteady and shameful heart towards the will of the God of Light, and realizing his guilt for being unprofessional, this made him look haggard, and he couldn't help calling for help from the distant church.

It's not that Prosser didn't know about situations like Mamon's, but before, it was inconvenient for him to solve such problems.

Can't people always abandon the land of their hometown and leave their homes for their beliefs?

This seems like a good solution in the short term, but in the end it will lead to a polarized distribution of beliefs.

The former is a thoroughly firm belief and becomes a fanatic, while the latter is a belief that is getting weaker and weaker in thoughts.

Mammon's situation is typical and fragile.

Presumably his heart is also tortured, because it is in the divine words of the God of Light that he is not allowed to believe in the teachings of other people.

That's why in this faith-rich city of Athens, I feel more and more lonely and uneasy.

But it doesn't matter, Prosser glanced at Mamun's shrunken body, the crude furnishings around him, and the dinner plate that had been placed for a long time.

The stove has not been used for a long time. It can be imagined that he is fasting and praying to strengthen his faith.

Prosser pulled down his hood, and the light from the circular window gathered around him as if attracted by him. Such a miracle made Mamun, a believer, look hopeful.

"It's ok."

He said so to Mamon.

When Prosser showed up as Lord of Light, he already had a solution.

He: "I will forgive you everything, and I will fulfill everything you have."

In Mamun's sincere worship, Prosser got his wish.

At nightfall, he left the homes of the believers.

Standing on a high place, Prosser stretched out his hand to the city of Athens towering in the afterglow of the setting sun, and then gently closed it.

The city of Athens was still noisy the next day.

Because Mamun was appeased by the Lord of Light, his nerves were no longer so tense. He began to walk out of the dark room and face other people with different beliefs, and then he discovered that something was wrong in the city.

He looked at the sprouts emerging from the corner of the house, and listened to the passers-by on the road saying: "I woke up and found a lot of weeds growing on the street, and I don't know what happened."

Weeds... He was taken aback for a moment, and made a note of this matter in his mind.

In the next few days, the weeds were inexhaustible. Even if young people in the city were organized to pull them out, the next morning, they would still find more strange plants than before.

This happened so many times, they simply turned a blind eye to those weeds, they were just grass anyway.

Mamun was different from others. He took good care of the weeds. Amidst the ridicule of the neighbors, the sprouts at his door grew the most robust.

He didn't do this for no reason, but he remembered that the change happened the day after the god arrived, and he firmly believed that it was God's will.

Mamun took care of it for seven days in a row, but the buds did not change except that they were much stronger, but he believed in his own judgment.

I persisted for another seven days in the midst of ridicule around me, but the weed-like seedlings remained unchanged.

After watering in the evening, he squatted in front of the green shoot and stroked its leaves with his fingers. They were emerald green and still stained with water drops, and the place where his fingertips touched was a bit cool.

"It really looks like a weed."

Mamon said with a smile, strangely, his irritated and fruitless heart calmed down after several days in a row, no matter how much irony and ridicule appeared in his ears, he insisted on taking care of this seedling until it grew up.

Gradually, he got used to reciting the scriptures of the God of Light next to You Ya, and the neighbors around him also began to examine their behavior because they listened to his words.

They come to realize that it is unreasonable and rude to treat a neighbor who is their equal in this way.

In order to express his apology, the neighbor would strike up a conversation with him to understand the meaning of the words he said every day.

And in Mamun's explanation, they will find out how wise the sentence is, and they will be surprised to find that the neighbor who originally thought he was just a philistine businessman is not as greedy and cunning as imagined.

They began to listen to his words more and were told by him that this is the word of God.

The neighbors began to wonder, what is the word of God?Such a wise speech must be Athena, the goddess of wisdom, right?

At this time, Mamun would deny their judgment, talk about the church established by the God of Light in detail, and separate him from the God of the Sun.

Mamun said piously: "My god is called Prosser. He is a benevolent monarch who endows us with wisdom and strength!"

The neighbors looked at each other, although they had never heard of the god named Proser, nor did they know his authority.

But there is no doubt that the stories in Mamon's mouth are very wise.

Gradually, people in this area would gather at the door of Mamun's house in the evening, listening to him talk about the miracles performed by the God of Light.

Mamon, who shrank because of the exhaustion of his soul, became more confident. After preaching the words of God again and again, he understood the wisdom taught by the pastor better, and he became more devout.

And one day, he looked at himself in the pool, and found that the timidity between his eyebrows disappeared, and he was full of energy.

The sluggishness some time ago became a dream after the appearance of the God of Light. He is now very healthy and living a very fulfilling life.

With this kind of experience, Ma Meng watered the sprout more and more sincerely, and also more and more sincerely told the greatness of the god he believed in to those who came here for the name.

until the evening of the seventh week.

He finished praying with everyone as usual, and the people who believed in Athena here also began to have the desire to become believers under the light of the God of Light.

He led the people, and feeling the responsibility, he proclaimed the name of the last god and called the assembly to close.

This should have been a normal evening like the previous seven days.

But because of the name of God, it is no longer common.

Mamun watched dumbly as the sprouts at his door quickly grew into a tall and strong tree, with snow-white fruits bearing on its branches, which looked as soft as cotton and as soft as snow.

"This...this is..."

More and more surprised voices came, and Mamon ran towards the opposite direction of the house. At the intersection of the street, he saw tall trees like this growing in front of all the white houses. with fruit like snow.

He couldn't help opening his eyes wide, and shouted loudly: "This is a miracle!" It was a miracle bestowed on him by the God of Light, and also on Athens!

Proser, who had been waiting for seven days on the high mountains outside Athens, raised the corners of his mouth. The sprouts growing on his fingers quickly grew and bear fruit, and then quickly withered.

Proser bit the flesh of the white fruit, and when the sweet and soft taste spread in his mouth, this bread-like food was also collected by the people in the city.

They packed the fruit and wanted to send it to Athena's temple, but Mamun stepped forward to stop it.

Mamun said loudly with firmness: "This is a gift from my god to me and to this city. It should not be wasted in front of other gods! Please believe me, everyone," he picked up Putting the fruit to his mouth and biting it down, the soft taste made him even more excited, "This is the food God gave us. It is called manna. It can resist hunger and heal diseases!"

Those who believed in him all the time were shaken by his words, and put away the manna in front of their houses, while those who did not trust him put on a dubious expression, sent the manna to the temple in the city of Athens, and handed it over to the those priests.

Seeing that they were doing this, Mamun didn't stop him anymore, but the next day, except for the manna in front of the manna that left the manna yesterday, the fruit trees in front of the house were full of manna again, and all the fruit trees in other houses withered.

And those who were dubious about Mamon's words before, after eating the manna from other people's hands, couldn't help but marvel at the taste, and ordered some to keep at home.

But on the third day, after the person with manna at home eats his share, the rest will rot, and there will be no energy left to distribute to others.

As for those that were handed over to the priests, they rotted away the next day.

In the current city of Athens, the only manna that keeps growing and does not rot is the fruit tree in front of the gate of Mammon.

Every day, Mamun taught people devoutly under the fruit tree, and shared manna with them to relieve hunger and thirst.

Thanadus, who happened to pass by this city, showed a memory of those fruits named manna, and then when a certain figure flashed by, he knew why he felt familiar.

"Prosser, it really is you."

Thanadus flapped his wings and descended from the sky, dissatisfied with Prosser who looked up and found him: "Those things called manna, aren't you food for flower spirits?"

Prosser smiled, "Yeah, don't you think it's very interesting?" He looked at the city of Athens in the setting sun, and said softly: "If you can go to heaven after death, then the field of truth in the underworld is their paradise. I'll take it." It is also a hint that heaven's food is given to the living to eat."

Thanadus came to him, looked at his face in the dusk, and said, "What do you mean?"

The corners of Prosser's mouth curled up. Although he was smiling, he couldn't feel tenderness. His blue eyes in the shadows reflected the silhouette of the whole city.

He said, "Whoever believes in me will go to heaven, and whoever doesn't believe in me... will go to hell."