Chaos God

Hidden in the rolling foothills on the border between Tibet and India is a land rarely visited by people. Even the local Tibetans seldom dare to go to this inaccessible place. Legend has it that there are countless ghosts that can eat people. , Once you step in, you will definitely die. When asking the local Tibetans for directions, some people can't speak the official language, and they tell the young people asking for directions not to go there.

The young man wore a metal mask on his face, and his attire did not look like that of a Qing person. He waved his hands, and walked towards the "Graveyard of the Saint Cloth" with the two large boxes on his back - the magic star recently Gradually awakening, half of the golden saints in the sanctuary are absent, which is enough to give Pope Sage a headache.

He sent Atalanta, who had just obtained the Orion Silver Cloth, to Camille to visit his elder brother Bai Li, and sent a broken Saint Cloth to ask his brother to help him repair it—the Bronze Saint Cloth of the Sextant.

The long road hangs in the air, and there are sharp stalagmites towering below. Atalanta couldn't help scratching her head. The one who came out with her was Arudiba Taurus, but they separated halfway. Ba has his own mission.

At the end of the road was a stone tower, the broken curtains rattling in the long hunting wind of the Jamil Plateau, she walked in, and there were broken holy clothes and parts dismantled from the holy clothes, Atalan Intuit couldn't help but look around, "I'm sorry, are you here to find the master? The master is not here for the time being."

Atalanta turned her head and saw a little boy about seven or eight years old standing at the door. His eyebrows were strangely dotted, just like the moth eyebrows of Japanese women, and he looked completely different from the local Tibetans. The hair is blond, and the eyes are blue--the Jamil tribe? "You are?" she asked hesitantly.

"Shion." The young man put aside the broken holy cloth wristband in his hand, stretched out his hand to Atalanta, and said, "Are you here to deliver the holy cloth that needs to be repaired?" This kind of child is as excited as a new toy, but the little guy restrained very well, did not express too obviously, only revealed a little bit of expectation-what is this child?

Atalanta frowned, and handed the bronze holy garment of the sextant seat to the child in front of him who called himself Shion, and he went out with the holy garment box on his back. The somewhat huge saint-cloth box looks very uncoordinated.

Atalanta still has other things to do, so she will stay in Jamil's stone tower for the time being. There are many stone carvings in the stone tower with Indian Buddhist style. She waited there all afternoon and finally went out to Baili The elder, of course, came back with the elder, and there was also a little monk with a small head.

He was wearing a dirty monk's robe, and just by looking at the bony arms, one could imagine what a shocking scene he would have when he stripped the inside of the monk's robe, "Elder Baili." Atalanta didn't stop looking How long did he stay on the young man who looked like a bitter gourd face and was as thin as a skeleton, and then turned to say hello to Elder Bai Li, who was busy in the dust.

"Oh, it's you……"

"Atalanta, the Silver Saint of Orion, I have met Elder Bai Li." She lowered her head to show her respect to an old man who survived the last holy war, "His Holiness asked me to give this to you." She Hand over the letter hidden in the windbreaker to Bai Li. Not long ago, Sage called her to the Pope's Hall and initially gave her some tasks. Since she moved out of Sagittarius Palace, the chance of seeing Sisyphus has become less and less. Most of the time is spent training candidates and going out on missions.

Gold generally rarely go out to perform missions. They are powerful but need to guard the twelfth house. Therefore, except for extremely urgent confidential missions, most missions are completed by silver. Ordinary people's understanding of Saints is almost the same as these silver Saints understand.

Bai Li opened the letter and looked at it for a few moments. In an instant, his expression was as if he was constipated. He scratched the back of his head with a headache and finally said to Atalanta: "You stay here for one night, and then go back to the sanctuary tomorrow. Oh, by the way, take this brat with you." He pushed the little novice next to him, and the kid stood there calmly from just now, as if the two around him didn't exist at all, until he was pushed by Bai Li Only one step forward.

"Elder Bai Li, who is this child?"

"Ahaha, I went to India to meet an old friend, and finally met this kid." The old fox Bai Li smiled, "Take him to meet my younger brother, he knows what to do." Pushing the child one step forward, the young man looked quite helpless, he just let out a long sigh, and said, "Ashmida." The young man's voice was just about to change, mixed with an ethereal and indifferent taste , "That's my name," he added.

"Ashmita?" Atalanta couldn't help turning his head to look at Bai Li, then at the little novice with his eyes tightly closed, and then at Bai Li, and finally couldn't hold back his own doubts: " Isn't that a girl's name?" In India, it seems that girls often use the name Shi Mita.

Seeing that child's reluctance, Elder Bai Li, what method did you use to abduct this child?

"..." The bald little novice named Ashmita walked into the pagoda calmly with his palms clasped, expressionless, as if he didn't care about Atalanta's words at all. The rickety little body that arrived really made him sweat.

It was night, Atalanta was woken up by a gust of cold wind and shivered, she wrapped herself in the blanket and yawned, but when she walked outside the tower, she saw the little novice during the day, what was his name?That dirty, yellow and thin face was full of marks left by penance, and the monk's robe was dotted with black stains—according to Atalanta's experience, it seemed to be blood.

Sitting on thorns, hungry body skin.She had heard of these penances.

His thin body stood in the wind like this, with the corners of the monk's robe fluttering. Atalanta looked at the child for a while, and finally wrapped herself in a blanket and went back to sleep—since it was brought back by Elder Bai Li Yes, this child may play a pivotal role in the future jihad—but he is actually just a distressed and confused child now.

The next day when she set off back to the sanctuary, there was a taciturn little bald head next to her, still dirty, with a thin face and closed eyes. It was inconvenient for Atalanta to go to crowded places, so she tried her best. Pick some out-of-the-way places to drive—Ashmita didn't complain, but just followed slowly.

When they passed through some small villages along the way, they witnessed the scene of Tibetan soldiers urging the serfs to collect food. Atalanta went up and beat them down in a moment of righteous anger. Covering his face, he began to cry: "Who wants you to be nosy?! Get out, get out!" He cried and pushed Atalanta, a child who looked only three or four years old and hid in the haystack. Looking at them timidly from behind, Atalanta stared at the serf dumbfounded, crying as if he had harmed him rather than saved him.

"you……"

"Why are you meddling in your own business?!" The man cried, "How good is this, how good is this, he will leave when he has had enough fights, what should we do if he comes back for revenge now Ah!" He fell to the ground and thumped the ground while pulling his hair, crying bitterly.

Atalanta stared blankly—she felt that she had done nothing wrong, but was blamed by others—the reason was that she could not shelter these people for a lifetime, they were in a bigger, invisible thing Underneath, this thing is called the system. Where there are people, there will be classes. Where there are people, oppression has never changed.

In the end, the serf who was afraid of being retaliated gave his child to Atalanta, "Go, take my child away, and I can save my life if I leave." Then Atalanta and the side remained silent. Ashmita was driven out, and Atalanta held the child in her arms at a loss, feeling powerless for the first time.

The little guy didn't cry, but puffed out his cheeks, making the little black face and the two spots of plateau red on his face more obvious-you can see such children everywhere in Tibet in the [-]th century.

Atalanta's heart was full of mixed feelings, and her values ​​were shaken for a moment. She used to yearn for punishing rape and eradicating evil, eliminating the strong and helping the weak, but now...she looked at the little child in her arms, and he At the age of four or five, there are already imprints left by hard life on the face, and life will force children to grow up faster.

Even if they are saints, even if they know something and have power far beyond other people, they can't do everything, and they are not omnipotent—they can only do their own duty—that's all for their own time. Reckless righteous indignation, though it appeases one's own conscience, causes trouble to others.

The child can be taken away, but the couple can't. They have other family members. If they leave, they will drag other people down. Atalanta has a mission, and it is impossible to live here——she Her guts are turning green with regret—at that time, it would have been better if she had given money instead of beating up people. The practice in the sanctuary had made her a tough and not tactful character, and she was not good at dealing with things between secular people.

Then she insisted on staying here for a while longer. Although the trip was delayed, she finally cleaned up her own mess—she vowed that she would never do things recklessly with righteous indignation again.

After finally losing a lot of money, she handled the matter imperfectly. The serf whom she kindly did bad things offered her a cup of buttered tea, but Atalante refused with a sigh. She couldn't take off the mask , and finally took Ashmita away, the latter closed his eyes and frowned during this period of time, looking extremely uncomfortable.

"Why?" She heard Ashmita say softly, "There are so many human sufferings." He lowered his head, "The elder who brought me here told me that the West has the answer I want, Can the goddess you follow really relieve my confusion?" He seemed to be asking Atalanta, or himself, or someone else.

These words came out of his mouth, as if full of doubts and distrust of Athena. "I shouldn't be in pain, but I see so much pain, but find that I can't do anything. This feeling...maybe it's called pain."

Atalanta didn't know how to answer him, so she said: "When you see the goddess, you can ask her yourself and you will know?"

The boy fell silent again.

Afterwards, the trip went much smoother. When they arrived at the Pope's Hall, Atalanta heard from a distance the Pope Sage, who was hiding in his room, roaring in distress: "The Church of Rome can't stop Come to bother me?!"

How is this going?Why did it have anything to do with the Church of Rome?

"It seems that even the spokesperson of your goddess is full of distress." Ashmita smiled slightly.

"Go in and find the Pope yourself." Atalanta didn't bother to talk to this little magic stick, and turned around and left the Pope's Hall - I haven't seen Sisyphus for a long time, what is this guy up to?It's not really what you think it is, is it?

Athena... is really not in the sanctuary? !

The author has something to say: I slightly adjusted the age when Ashmita entered the sanctuary to practice, and finally I want to say... leave me a message! ! ! ! ! ! !

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