[Greek Mythology Saint Hades Mythology LC] Golden Age

In that life, Ashmita was the first golden saint who died in battle. He exhausted his own small universe and made a string of rosary beads that could prevent the resurrection of the underworld warrior with the wood of the underworld—one hundred and eight counting beads .It's a pity that no one saw that at the beginning, the sealed bead representing the real Minos was dark purple, and the Tiangui star was not revived by the magic star during the entire process of the last jihad.

That string of life was condensed, and the precious rosary is now being held in the white hands of this frail boy.How white is he?The leaves rustled, and the shadows fell on his skin with a light blue color.This person is still of the highest Brahmin descent in the Indian caste.

Although I don't know his name, but the Buddha's reincarnation status plus old things... This must be a new generation of Virgo, the warrior closest to the gods in the sanctuary.

In the previous generation, Ashmita was truly worthy of this reputation.Because when he was in the soul state, he actually saw my real body clearly...Only gods of the same level can recognize me. Unfortunately, at that time, I completely misunderstood what he meant by "goddess".

Alas, you gave me epiphyllum as a sign, and didn't yell at me.After the resurrection of the previous generation, Ashmita heard that he traveled to India and Europe, and finally sat down under a bodhi tree at the age of more than [-]. The disciples he accepted later were even involved in the independence of that ancient empire. in motion.

I still appreciate the Virgo who was reincarnated from generation to generation by Buddha - but I really don't understand why Sakyamuni, as the noble leader of pagan gods, is willing to belong to Athena Fight for her?Could it be that he wants to compete with the underworld for the right to deal with human beings, and replace the punishment of the eight prisons in the underworld with the six realms of reincarnation, but because the image of non-violence is not too direct, just like cultivating disciples, he simply uses it to help someone like Athena A devious way to cover up?

Alas, jihad is inherently a struggle between gods and gods.I sighed and thought, but the more critical question now is... This person is still young, does he have the kind of powerful ability to vaguely see who I am?

I wondered if a person could not be judged by his appearance, and his two servant monks had bought all the spices and medicinal materials from nearby vendors, and asked the seller to send the goods to the sanctuary.

"The reincarnation of the Buddha we serve is the person closest to God in this world, and he should enjoy the same honor as Athena." I heard one of the disciples named Xue Biao staring at the statue on the holy mountain dissatisfied muttered.

"Okay, Xue Biao, there must be a reason for our Buddha to come to the world. You don't have to look at Athena and sigh. Don't forget that in the east, our Sakyamuni Buddha has a taller statue and a richer statue than this one." worship." Another disciple named Adora said confidently, "We will also become holy fighters under Lord Saga in the future, but we only need to devote ourselves to serving Lord Saga who is the reincarnation of the Buddha and respect his orders. gone."

It turned out that his name was Sha Jia in this life.I watched these two loyal disciples go to the shade of the tree—continuing to look at the new Virgo with curiosity: he is still majestic, meditating under the tree.It seems that this is not a bustling market in summer, but a clean pool full of lotus flowers, clear and transparent, without dust.

I won't be so stupid as to take the initiative to test this, returning old friend.But, looking at Virgo's eyes that are always closed... Wait, is he still blind?

I remember that Ashmita was born blind in his previous life, but his walking behavior was no different from that of other saints, so he was completely used to it, right?But what about Sisyphus who poked himself blind the day after tomorrow?Will he need the care and companionship of his servants in his daily life?Because even if he has an eighth sense, in real life, he can't see the cups on the table! !

Depression hit my heart, and I frowned involuntarily, wondering if I wanted to observe how these two young monks took care of Virgos - could they be the eyes of the Buddha?

After the two people walked back to the shade of the tree, they respectfully bowed to the young Buddha who was sitting quietly there, and then they both folded their palms together, sat facing north, and followed the master into meditation.

A gust of wind hit my face, which made me think back, annoyed what I was thinking just now--Am I still ready to be the eye of the guy who pokes me blind? !How unreasonable!

I gritted my teeth and wanted to leave, but I heard an elegant and pleasant voice coming from the wind, "The beautiful flower is blooming again. Why does it bloom? I, Shaka, know that it will wither and die in the end, but I can't help admiring this beauty." , then in this world, is it possible for eternal beauty to exist?”

I looked at the other end suspiciously, and Shaka showed a sad look when he spoke, and his gestures changed from intertwined meditation postures to stretched arms, with palms facing outwards—the Buddha’s golden light shining ring, a A white epiphyllum floated out of the palm, "All living beings, peace of mind."

"All sentient beings feel at ease." His disciples said in unison.

"I have realized Master's wish to save sentient beings, and I will definitely guide them out of the world of misery and suffering, and reach bliss early." Followers said piously.

But I, looking closely at Epiphyllum, thought of the implied story that seemed to persuade me faintly---enough!That unlucky and sad epiphyllum!

I thought hard, it might as well grow sharp thorns, stab Wei Tuo hard, and make him feel pain——who told him to forget himself? !

That's right!That's what I'm going to do—with the intention of making Sisyphus suffer a little, imagining that he frowned and had to accept it, I finally bought Sophora flavescens at the market, just take a sip of this thing Guaranteed to call him the boiled soup, call this big man who loves sweet taste, it will be unforgettable for a long time! !

After that, I couldn't wait to go back to the sanctuary. For the purpose of wandering deliberately, I took Alpha and took a transportation to a big city near the sanctuary: Athens----bah!Humans chose to name this place after Athena, but her so-called peace and prosperity must be based on ending turmoil and winning wars. Why are human beings only willing to remember the glorious results, but forget the struggle?Neptune, Neptune, you are really no match for her in terms of attracting and tempting humans!

Despite the nasty city name, this place is still prosperous and has everything you want to buy.After spending two days on purpose, I slowly returned to Yaoshi Island. As soon as I got off the ferry, I bumped into the old village head of Peifuke who was about to take a boat to the sanctuary at the small pier.

The old man was overjoyed when he saw me—he thought that as a young girl with some property, I could not stand this life and left, and the attitude of returning from the big city showed that I was willing to inherit his career, Give Sanctuary to continue working as a doctor.

"Great, Luna, I'm really worried about you. After all, being a girl alone, living around this sanctuary is the most stable, and the safety is also the best."

----Come on, if the jihad comes again, this is the cannon fodder front line position.I retorted in my heart, but on the surface I nodded with a smile, and gave the old man the gift I brought back—raspberry jasmine snuff.

He was even more relieved, and happily dipped his fingers in the snuff powder. While enjoying a little addiction, he told me another piece of good news--"Luna, the Frozen Saint who we have been taking care of a few days ago, Woke up yesterday."

Doctors feel gratified and fulfilled when they learn that their patients are recovering or getting better.So, I also made a corresponding expression----Pevke said again, but we still need to pay attention to the follow-up treatment, that young man----ha chirp!

The old man blushed from the stimulation of the strong snuff, and he said frankly, "That young man—let's call him that, although he was a soldier more than 200 years ago, and his actual age is older than the Pope, but after all He is still young and strong. The boy is a very gentle person, Luna will know when you get in touch with him."

I smiled and said yes, and I will help the old man carry the medicine box----

"It's okay, Luna, if you have a saint fighter, you can pick me up at the pier in the sanctuary. I still have some strength in my old bones----you just came back from the outside, let's take a breath first."

Pev cared about the younger generation very much. He made it clear that my doctor was a good job respected by everyone in the sanctuary, and he asked me to go home and rest before going to the sanctuary.

Then, I deliberately stayed up until the sun was about to go down, picked out a skirt and put it on, and then carefully applied the perfume I bought on my body: the scent of fresh mint leaves and white jasmine, did it seem to come from my white flower on a green background? On a dress, exuding?

Alpha reluctantly sniffed at my side, I patted his head, and said in a low voice, "In the Sanctuary, your name is no longer Alpha, I will call you Medicine Master Island. Let's call it Xuerong, okay?"

It nudged me docilely.

It was already evening when we arrived at the Sagittarius Palace.The first acquaintance I bumped into there was Aiolos, who greeted me warmly.

I took out the gift I gave him - a small gold medallion made by hand in Greece. This is the head of the tragic hero Palamedes, who was noble but died at the hands of his own people in the mythology.

He expressed his gratitude and put it away lovingly. The sincere smile on his face and the shining and tidy golden wings made me feel more fond of this big Sagittarius boy.

And Dr. Pevke is still in the training area at the foot of the mountain, instructing the medical team in the sanctuary, and treating flesh and blood injuries to the saint fighter candidates.

Really?

I lowered my eyelashes and touched the herbal medicine bag I brought over, which contained Sophora flavescens.Well, that big man whose real tastes and preferences I know, the warrior, the former acting pope, and now, the weak and blind man!Where is he now?

in the courtyard.

I walked over slowly and saw him at a glance.There is no second person in the world who can wear a linen shirt flawlessly and stand upright like him.

On this calm and breezy night, Sisyphus, who had already taken off his holy clothes, was wearing an ordinary white shirt and ordinary trousers, but he was tall and slender, still like a knight's sword with an extremely beautiful arc, steady and steady. When standing in front.

He raised his head and was looking up at the direction of the bright moon in the sky - what was he doing in vain?Can't see again!The blind eyes were closed tightly, as if he was feeling the moonlight with all his heart, as if he was reminiscing about the past with his eyes closed--his eyelashes were extraordinarily thick and slender, as if coated with cold and cold silver frost, and his whole body was radiant. With bright and faint light.

I brushed aside the branches and looked at him with bated breath for a long, long time.Until he lowered his head heavily, walked slowly, and tentatively walked forward.

Before he had time to tidy up and trim, the luxuriant branches touched his face.He blinked his gray eyes that were out of focus, and reached out to fumble for the flowers and leaves of the plants lying in front of his face.

My heart felt uncomfortable, but——and I gritted my teeth and squinted my eyes, looking at the statue of Athena standing on the top of Zodiac Hill——without a doubt, he was still under the shadow of her huge statue, Caught firmly in the grand blueprint of so-called love and hope, he is still a knight sword who will fight for her endlessly, and a loyal warrior who is willing to sacrifice blood and even life.

My eyes could only turn cold, I turned around, and resolutely walked in the opposite direction to him.I want to leave----

But after walking a few steps, I suddenly heard that familiar voice behind me——

"I'm so sorry, Miss...? May I take the liberty of asking you, do me a favor?"

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