He said he was a god

The party was held in the open space next to the green park.This ancient village has preserved the ancient customs that have been passed down for hundreds of years. There are piles of firewood on the ground, and there are sticks on top of the firewood, and a lot of raw meat on the sticks.

Do you want a barbecue?

Ahxiu looked at the meat on the stick, and even though the fire hadn't been lit yet, he suddenly felt hot all over, as if it wasn't the meat that was being roasted on the unwarranted fire, but himself.

Lu Sheng patted him on the back, "...don't think too much."

After Chang Qiuna knew everything, he was also shocked at first.But soon he calmed down, as long as it comes, he will be at ease, and his creed in life will not make mistakes.

Ah Xiu nodded, feeling a sense of security in his heart.

At this time, the village chief came out.He was not dressed thickly like the villagers, and this time he changed into casual clothes again, making him look younger.

He looked at Ahxiu and the others, then turned his eyes away, and shouted loudly, "Let's start!"

So the villagers started to light the fire, the fire was burning on the firewood, the thunderbolt was rattling, the rising heat and the high-temperature outer flame were constantly roasting the meat above.

The villagers around the bonfire laughed and laughed, and from time to time some people played their ancient musical instrument - satar.

Some unmarried women and men danced to the music, laughed and danced around the campfire, rhythmically.

The firelight reflected on their happy and comfortable faces, making people want to sink into it.

Ahxiu and the village chief formed a circle, watching the villagers singing and laughing, speechless for a long time.

Although they don't know whether everything in front of them is true or not, they seem to be indeed happy.

The village chief seemed to have recovered from the madness in the afternoon, and his face was neither sad nor happy, very calm.

"Do you know Sattar?"

Everyone shook their heads.But Chang Qiu nodded because of his knowledge.

The village chief smiled faintly, and he turned to Huwa and said, "Bring me Sattar."

Huwa agreed.

Not long after, the boy took the satar and flicked it slowly.Compared with other musical instruments, the timbre of satar has the unique brightness of the desert.The bowstring can be pulled lightly, or played quickly. The sound is sometimes low and hoarse, like an old man telling you an ancient story in the boundless sand sea and moonlight, and sometimes it is as sharp as metal colliding. Listening to Lu Sheng, his brain A sentence suddenly appeared in the middle, "The silver bottle is broken and the water is sprayed, and the iron cavalry protrudes and the swords and guns blare."

From the sound of the music, you seem to be able to see a wanderer sitting on the sand pile and miss his hometown alone, and suddenly you can see a young man holding a desert flower waiting for his beloved girl at the entrance of the village. Turning around, it seems that the two armies are fighting, the weapons collide, making a dull sound, and finally, there is a slight trembling lingering sound, like the moonlight that has not changed for thousands of years, shining on the land where the story is about to end.

……

Everyone was fascinated by the sound, and it took a long time to wake up from the picture-like music.The boy looked at his instrument and smiled, "It's been so many years, I thought it was unfamiliar."

He put the instrument away, looked at the jumping and burning bonfire, as if lost in memory.

"You outsiders have been spreading the two anecdotes about Tiansha, right? In fact, the ghost town and the fortune teller are all here."

Everyone was surprised!

Is this ancient village a ghost town? !This priest is a fortune teller? !

But he didn't answer, looking at the swaying bonfire, he continued softly:

"Everything you want to know can start with Sattar..."

Hundreds of years ago, in our desert, we were not the only tribe.At that time, it was the most intense stage of the World War. This deserted desert seemed to be forgotten by the gods, and became the only abandoned soil in the battle of the gods.But tribal struggles in the desert are not much better than world wars. At that time, the world's resources were already in short supply, especially in the desert.In order to rob the oasis, rob food, rob women, the tribes often fight.

Our tribe is called "Sayitur", which is another transliteration of this satar.When this instrument was invented has long been unknown.But in our village, the legend of this musical instrument has been circulating.

Legend has it that in ancient times, Allah saw the desolation of the earth and created human beings out of mud.But those human beings are as dumb as puppets. Although they have bodies bestowed by the Lord, they only have instincts like animals.Allah thought of a way. He created the soul and let the soul enter the human body.But the soul is the supreme clean existence in the world, and they don't want to inhabit the dirty and dark human body.At this time, Allah created a handful of satar and put it into the human body.The satar played the most beautiful music in the world in the human body, and all the animals were intoxicated by the smell, forgetting to prey, copulate, and sleep, they listened blankly, crawling in that great grace under.As soon as the soul heard the touching music, it couldn't help but danced and flew into the human body.As a result, human beings have wisdom, rationality, and soul knowledge, and become the highest existence on the earth.

Therefore, in the cognition of our village, the soul and the body can be separated.

I don't know when it started, priests appeared in our village, specializing in the art of spirit and flesh.I... am the last generation of priests in the village.

I was still young at that time, and I didn’t know why I was chosen as a disciple of the priest. I only knew how to play with other villagers all day long, and the homework assigned to me by the master was just sloppy.The only thing that can be regarded as studious may be that he likes to read books.

At that time, a neighboring tribe was at war with us, and Master asked me to go with some children to find out the situation of the enemy.Children are small, but they didn't notice us.When we heard that they planned to attack from the entrance of the village on the east side in the early morning of tomorrow, we were so frightened that we went back and told the villagers the news.They rubbed the heads of me and the kids and said, "You guys are awesome."

At that time, I didn't think much about it. Seeing the moonlight at night, I left the village, planning to go to a sand dune to practice some soul skills I learned from books.I heard some noises faintly, but I didn't pay attention.Until later, the voice became louder and louder...

……

It was the cry of people.

That was Tu Cun's voice.

I groped my way back to the village, only to find that the ground was full of dead people.Those who were bleeding, had broken arms and legs, and quite a few were shot, lying on the ground like that, with their eyes open, staring at me, as if saying, "It's all your fault! It's all your fault!"

Hahahaha...

……

I killed them...

It turned out that I killed them.

It was me who sent back the wrong enemy situation, making them defend in the wrong direction and keep the wrong time.

At that time, the enemy had almost plundered the things in the village, and they had already returned to their tribe.

I found my master, and he is still angry.I crawled to his side and kept calling him.

Holding his last breath, seeing me coming, he suddenly opened his eyes wide, grabbed me unwillingly, and taught me the last lesson of his life.

He said, "There are still people alive. Quickly, use your soul to stop time in this village!"

At that time, I thought, maybe he is not a good teacher, but he is definitely a qualified priest.

The village was killed by me, so it is right to offer me to save the village.

On that night, I became the new generation of priests in the village, and the last generation of priests.

I use my soul-seed to change the parameters of time and space, the rate of change of time, here, it will always be 0.

Having said that, Ah Qing smiled sadly.

Do you think I use the souls of the villagers to sacrifice to this village?

You are wrong.

I use, it's my...

Those dying villagers stayed away from death after being frozen in time.

But their wounds will never heal, and the pain will never go away.

I told them that it was Allah who they always thought had come, drove away the enemies, and set us here as Allah's Paradise, and they were also chosen as Allah's people, endowed with an immortal face and "eternal life".

They knelt on the ground and shouted: "ANLA-AHM-AKBAR (Allah Hu Akbar, translated as Allah is supreme)!"

They regard me as a new generation of priests, as the messenger of Allah, and as the head of this village.

Since then, I have stayed in this village and have not left for decades.

I simulated the change of day and night for them, so that they don't feel a little abnormal.

I wiped out all the enemy's tribes, gathered all their resources here, and told my villagers that this is the food that Allah has given us.

I told them to be hospitable to outsiders, and Allah would love to have another child in their arms.

In order not to scare outsiders with their wounds, I asked them to wear tighter clothes to cover their skin.In order to prevent outsiders from smelling the bloody smell on their bodies, I asked them to apply herbs to relieve the pain and eliminate the smell.

After that, many outsiders came in. They were surprised by the beauty of this Taoyuan and begged me to let them stay here.

I told them that living people in this village will consume soul power.

They bowed their heads, kowtowed at my feet, and said yes step by step.

Only those with strong soul power will be selected as priests.When I was chosen, I didn't understand it, but afterward, I did.With the soul power of ordinary people, this village can't last long.

I sacrificed myself with soul art, and outsiders settled here one after another. Slowly, this village actually existed for decades.

And so, finally, here you are.

"I know you hate this kind of magic. The human soul, after all, is the cleanest and most beautiful existence in this world. How can you waste it for your own selfish desires?"

"But, no matter if you are crazy or obsessed, I don't regret it."

He looked at his people with soft eyes, as clear and soft as that pool of green pools.

For them, no regrets.

The crowd watched the jumping bonfire together with Ah Qing, and remained silent for a long time.

It seems that all moral standards are not applicable here.Ah Qing donated her soul to stop the time of the villagers; outsiders volunteered to donate their soul power in order to obtain a comfortable and peaceful life.The villagers didn't know the truth of all this, they just warmly entertained those occasional outsiders during the stopover time.It's not to frame them, it's just because their simple hearts want to do it.

The boy made a dry voice, "Now that you know all this, whether to go or stay is your own choice. I just ask you one thing." He looked at them, "Don't tell the truth to the villagers and the outside world."

Just let them live in their fantasy.

Just let it be business as usual.