13 Mink Street

　　 "Linda has always liked religious paintings, its layout, its presentation, and the connotation behind it. Linda thinks this is beautiful, and she has always been indulged in this beauty.

　　Moreover, this is a way of concretizing the gods. The gods above the top, through these scrolls, seem to be drawn into the world from the clouds.

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

　　 Karen nodded and sat down on the sofa.

　　 He doesn't know how to describe the painting in front of him. Although it is not finished yet, it already gives people a clear pressure.

　　 the crazy pope,

　　 The dying Guangming religion,

　　 In the last epoch and in the first half of this epoch, the Shining God Sect was definitely like a giant.

　　Many new-born churches, such as the Order of God, even had to add the God of Light to their "mythological narratives" in their early days. This shows how exaggerated the orthodox status of the Church of Light is.

　　 Among the several books that Grandpa asked Lundt to send him, apart from the "Light of Order", which specifically introduced the religion of Order, the rest were general overviews of other religions.

　　 In these outlines, the shadow of the **** of light is almost everywhere.

so,

　　 After reading information about many other churches, Karen’s impression of the God of Light became more and more like the "Emperor Qianlong" of the previous life.

　　 In the last life, folk snacks from all over the world were often eaten when Qianlong went to the south of the Yangtze River and gave it a name, which made it famous;

　　 It seems that Qianlong didn't do serious business at all. Every day, he was busy tasting snacks and bringing goods.

This God of Light seems to be the same. He doesn’t do anything about God, so he promotes the “New God” everywhere, either to awaken the “God of Order”, or to help the God of Abyss suppress powerful demons, or to help. The mother of the earth seals the cracks in the earth, as well as various appearances, various interactions, and various rescue sites.

　　 I can only say that there is nothing new under the sun.

　　 Just as many people in the previous life had impressions of Westerners as independence, equality, high-quality, and happy education, many people in the West believed that Asians should generally be squinted.

　　 Many times the so-called established impression is just that you set a frame to make you mistakenly think that the other person is living like this, and mistakenly think that the taste is pure;

　　 When I focus on individuals or small families, small towns, there are any specific differences. In fact, the filters on my eyes have not been removed yet.

Just like these "soaring towering" major churches, they are now majestic, with believers everywhere, explaining their own theocracy and protecting their true gods. But in the early days of "starting a business", everyone was the eldest brother and the second elder brother. , Any method can be used.

　　 It’s just that when you make a fortune later, everyone learns to “pretend”, and people or believers who are too far away from their age or distance naturally accept their current “mask”.

　　 The sentence that Diss commented on the **** of order: the **** of order raised by prostitutes.

The inner meaning of 　　 is actually mocking the **** of order and standing and standing.

　　 Thoughts fall back to reality,

　　 Looking at the crazy pope in the picture, his feelings suddenly became deeper.

　　The sacred sect of Guangming was greatly injured by a huge change and entered the decline cycle, but it was these orthodox churches that really made the sect of Guangming completely lost and almost no bones left.

　　 They desperately modified the part of the God of Light in their "mythical narrative", and at the same time they drove the God of Light to eliminate the possibility of this behemoth's re-emergence.

　　 "You seem to be very emotional?" Piaget sat down on the sofa opposite Karen, "Linda also likes to sit for a long time in front of these religious paintings, the expression on his face is exactly the same as yours."

　　 "Really." Karen smiled, "I just think it's interesting to think about it. God is a product created by man after all. After the divine nature is stripped off, it is filled with human nature."

　　 "God is a product created by man?" Piaget chewed this sentence, "It's surprising that you have this opinion."

　　 Karen realized that he had made a mistake and that there is a true **** in this world.

　　 Whether it is Alfred, Ms. Molly, or his own grandfather Diss, it is the best proof that there is a supernatural power intervening in this world.

　　 But Karen is not willing to take back his previous sentence. In his subconscious mind, he still believes that the definition of "God is created by man" is correct.

　　 The firm materialist is not Ye Gonghaolong, nor Sapo rolling, but even if the God of Light is standing in front of you, you will roll up his sleeves to help him get his pulse.

　　 "By the way, I have a case here that I think is very interesting, let me tell you, let's analyze it together, and I will omit the name."

"OK."

　　 Piaget pulled back the chat mode.

　　 Next, everyone discussed the professional business, based on the cases, analyzed the causes and improved the development process and then discussed the treatment plan.

　　 This is a very interesting thing, Karen also took out his previous life cases and discussed with Piaget.

　　 Piaget took a leave of absence at school after his wife "dead". She gave birth for a long time, while Karen was forced to change his major after his "death";

　　 The two people talked more and more deeply and speculatively.

　　 Before I knew it, I talked for nearly three hours, but I still didn't know enough, but I felt a little hungry.

　　 "I'll call Linda to come and prepare supper for us." Piaget was about to rise.

　　 Karen hurriedly reached out and held his shoulders:

　　 "I'll do it."

　　 Piaget hesitated, then smiled and said, "It's okay."

　　 Karen first used Piaget’s phone to call the house and told Aunt Mary that she was chatting with him at Piaget’s house.

　　 After all, this is my first date with Eunice. If I don’t go back too late, my family will mistakenly think that I won’t go home for the first date?

　　 The man’s family wouldn’t feel that he was at a disadvantage, but they might look down on the woman because of this.

　　 After the phone call, Karen walked into the kitchen, too lazy to cook, fried a few eggs and made two big sandwiches, and finally took out a large bottle of milk from Piaget’s refrigerator.

　　 The two sat on the sofa face to face while eating sandwiches while continuing the previous chat. They talked deep in their interest, and couldn't help but raise their cups to drink milk.

　　 Unknowingly, we talked until two o'clock in the morning.

　　 The two have been busy all day during the day, Piaget ran through the library for a day and Karen went on a date for a whole day, and the two gradually sat and talked from the beginning to each lying on the sofa and talking.

　　 In the end, I don't know who was chatting and seeing that the other party didn't respond, so I took advantage of the trend and went to sleep with my eyes closed.

　　 slept in a daze,

　　 Karen suddenly felt a little cold on her body, and subconsciously wanted to find something to cover herself, remembering that there was a blanket on the sofa.

　　 did not touch it, and had to open his eyes, only to find that something resembling human skin was "going downstairs" at the top of the stairs.

　　 Karen saw it, and it seemed to have seen Karen too.

　　 However, Karen didn't have any fear in his heart, because he probably guessed who the thing was.

　　 On the one hand, it may be that I have experienced a lot of things like this recently. On the other hand, it may be that I am more familiar with Piaget, which is a bit like having no fear of the corpses of people close to me.

　　 Karen did not yell or scream, and continued to watch it go downstairs.

　　 Then, his eyelids couldn't hold back the sleepiness, and he closed his eyes and went back to sleep.

　　 slept for a while, feeling that someone was pushing him gently.

　　 opened his eyes, Karen saw Linda standing in front of him, smiling warmly:

　　 "Mr. Karen, it’s easy to catch cold when you sleep here. The guest room is ready. Go to the guest room to rest."

　　 Out of the corner of his eye, Karen noticed that Piaget on the opposite sofa had disappeared.

　　 In fact, for Karen, it is not too much difference whether Linda is Karen’s schizophrenic personality or a factor of a different demon. He can accept both majors peacefully.

　　 The most important thing is that he doesn't feel that the other party will harm him. This kind of trust is inexplicable, but it makes people inexplicable.

　　 "Okay, thank you madam."

　　 Karen did not refuse this arrangement, because he already felt a little bit of cold on his body, and then went on to sleep until he woke up during the day to get a cold.

　　 Linda walked ahead, Karen followed, and went up to the second floor.

　　 "This is the room, the bed is already made."

　　 "Thank you, ma'am."

　　 Karen walked into the guest room, took off her clothes, lay on the bed, pulled up the quilt, and completely wrapped herself in comfort.

　　 A crisp sound rang beside Karen. Karen opened his eyes slightly and found that a tray of tea and snacks was placed on the bedside table in front of him.

　　 "The tea is here, you are thirsty at night."

　　 "Okay, ma'am."

　　 Linda walked out of the bedroom and closed the door.

　　 Karen tilted her body and continued to fall asleep.

　　 This sleep was very heavy and it took a long time.

　　 When Karen feels that his spiritual consciousness has been replenished to almost fullness through sleep,

　　 The sound of music seems to be coming from my ears. Very old music, with vocal chants in it, but it is far, far away, so far away that you can get rid of it by frowning.

　　 This is not the feeling of dreaming, but calling.

　　It is like you are walking on the beach, and a group of people are having a bonfire party in the distance. Of course you can walk over to join them, of course, you can also turn around and go back, or simply lie down across the distance and continue to sleep on your own.

　　 Karen chose and walked over, because the maliciousness he still couldn't perceive was more like an invitation.

　　 Just like Piaget left to drink coffee by himself,

　　 is sincere and natural.

　　 Then, he found himself standing in a dark place.

　　 accompanied by a long drink,

Opposite 　　, countless torches were lit, yes, torches.

　　 It is precisely because of the light source on the opposite side that the three-dimensional sense of the space here is suddenly presented.

　　 This is a cliff, Karen stands alone here, and all the figures and torches are on the opposite side.

The mountains on both sides of 　　 are very high, and you can't see the stars when you look up. Therefore, it may be in a canyon or in a mountain.

　　 Gradually, there were more and more torches on the opposite side of the cliff, and in the middle abyss, slices of existence resembling fireflies began to rise, shining soft and mysterious light around.

　　 Karen saw the slaves standing on the entire cliff opposite. They were naked, and their sweat reflected a shiny luster under the light of the torch.

　　 Some of them are digging with axes and knives, while others are transporting stones;

　　Among them, there are a large number of people in purple robes. They generally carry paint and are using brushes to paint.

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

　　 At the bottom, there are a pair of feet, and then up, are the calves, and then up, are the knees.

　　 Beside that foot, there are countless "corpses of wild beasts" lying there, as well as densely packed human beings worshipping.

　　 Whether it is the corpse of a beast or a worshipped human, they are very small, not as small as a giant's fingernails.

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

　　With such a height, he can only be a true god!

so,

　　 This is a mural where a true **** descends on earth.

　　 "Yo... uh..."

　　 Cadance's long shout sounded again, like a trumpet.

　　 The slaves on the opposite side began to shout neatly, forming a special rhythm.

　　 And those in purple robes danced with them.

　　 "Yo... uh..."

　　The weird and suppressed voice, as the crowd spread, formed an echo in the empty valley, and the echo was like a new member, blessing this rhythm.

"Snapped!"

"Snapped!"

"Snapped!"

　　 At this time, the slaves and those in purple robes holding paint began to step on the ground with their feet, clapping vigorously, and they danced in a simple way.

next moment,

　　 They suddenly turned collectively, facing the side of the abyss where Karen was standing alone.

　　 Karen was a little dazed. He was originally just an "outsider" who silently observed in the dark, but now, he has become the spotlight.

　　 However, Karen soon found out that she was passionate.

Because from the abyss in front of him, a huge woman's head appeared. She was rising like a giantess... No, not like rising, more like she was just squatting in the abyss, but now she was just standing. Got up.

　　 Her hair is like vines, with dense circles of light circulating on it. The fireflies that flew out earlier are only part of her body.

　　 When she stood up completely,

　　 Karen, standing behind her, felt as if she was invisible suppressed by a great existence.

　　 This is an intuitive insignificance, and it is also a cold spiritual suppression.

　　From the book, you will feel that some ancient people chose to worship the so-called gods, which is simply feudal and uncivilized;

　　 But when the huge figure appears in front of you, you can instantly feel the urge to worship.

　　 worship,

　　 is not because of admiration and respect,

　　 But when you don’t have the courage to escape, worship seems to be the only thing left.

　　 The left hand of the giantess was slowly raised, and her left hand was holding a pond with various colors flowing in it.

　　 The right hand of the giantess was also slowly raised, and her right hand was a huge color-changing feather.

　　 She started to poke her left hand with her right hand,

　　 sprinkle endless colors,

　　 The splashed color suddenly turned into slabs of fireflies and danced again.

　　 With her right hand, she began to touch the cliff in front of her, which was higher than her body.

　　 The content of the murals began to be more rich and specific.

　　 The appearance of a true male **** gradually becomes an image under this kind of "splashing".

　　 She is not a god,

　　 She is the creator of murals,

　　 She is creating murals for the true gods,

　　 But she is a **** again,

　　 Because all the slaves and people in purple robes are worshiping her.

　　God is a collective term.

　　 Just like the female believer of the Mills who I saw in Mr. Morff’s study.

　　The prostitutes on the sea islands can create the sea god’s lover Mills as their belief. The artisans and slaves who create the murals, why can’t they also create a **** of their own?

　　 People prayed not to have an earthquake disaster, so they called out the Mother of the Earth;

　　 People prayed that they would go out to sea calmly not to encounter the dangers of wind and waves, so they called out the sea god;

　　 People pray for the light to shine and drive away the darkness, so they call out the **** of light;

　　 People pray for order to come and restrict the rules, so they call out the **** of order.

　　God, he always shows up when people need him.

finally,

　　 The giantess is at the top of the cliff,

　　 drew a sun,

　　 The sun radiated radiant rays of light, and instantly covered this empty valley.

　　 Karen subconsciously covered her face with her arms to prevent being burned by the dazzling light,

　　 But when he releases his arms,

　　 but saw the bright sunlight outside the bedroom window.

　　 He is still lying on the bed, lying in Piaget’s guest room.

　　 "Huh..."

　　 A very good dream, not scary, not scary, but shocking, and very epic.

　　 Karen reached out and picked up the cold tea next to him, and took a sip.

Then,

　　 He was stunned.

　　Because he saw the ceiling above his head, it was not an ordinary chandelier wall. In fact, there were no lamps on it. In the whole room, only a table lamp beside the bed could provide the light source.

　　 So, he didn't notice it last night, but now when the sun is shining outside, he sees a piece of work above his head.

In 　　's work, there is an abyss and gorge exactly like the dream.

　　The difference is that the murals only provide scenes, but there are no “true **** murals” on the cliffs, and there are no densely packed slaves and purple-robed craftsmen painters, not to mention the huge woman.

Is 　　 a psychological suggestion?

　　 Although I didn't notice it, my sleepy myself last night actually "seeed" the mural on his head, so I had the dream just now?

　　 is this the reason?

　　 Karen got out of bed and put on clothes.

　　As soon as he walked out of the guest room, he saw Piaget with tousled hair also walk out of the bedroom. Seeing Karen, Piaget smiled happily:

　　 "Do you need a bath Karen, ha ha, Linda helped me wipe my body last night."

　　 "I just wash it briefly."

"Well, well, I guess, Linda must have prepared breakfast a long time ago. My wife will never lose courtesy when guests visit, even if I have told her many times that I can invite me to come home. All of them are the friends I recognize, among friends, you don’t need to pay attention to so much."

　　 "Yes." Karen echoed.

　　 Turning on the faucet in the bathroom, Karen started flushing.

　　 He saw a set of new toothbrushes and folded towels on the washstand, which should be prepared for him.

　　 "Did you sleep well last night? We talked too long." Piaget said, leaning against the bathroom door.

"Yes."

　　 "I haven't had a good chat for a long time. Many of your ideas feel more advanced than I know, and they are very interesting."

　　 Karen started brushing her teeth,

　　 When squeezing toothpaste,

　　 He suddenly thought of the hands of the giantess in his dream.

Then,

　　 I finally thought that in the books my grandfather gave, it seemed that there was a small church recorded.

　　 In fact, when he was dreaming last night, he vaguely felt that he knew something, otherwise he would not think of all kinds of worship that people call out to gods, but there are things that have been seen, and it takes some time to remember them in time.

　　 The book records that this small church worships is a mural;

　　 Its believers are basically artisans who paint murals, including many people who are helping to paint religious murals in churches or religious places in various places, and even many painting artists are themselves believers of this church.

　　Because the number of believers is small and too scattered, there is almost no noticeable climate in this church.

　　 And the name of this church: it's called "Wall God Church".

　　The gods they worship have helped the true gods depict their stalwart bodies since the last epoch, and use murals to record and convey the stories of the gods.

To a certain extent, this **** and her followers, in the last epoch, the early days, were not just as simple as "painters" and "craftsmen", they were more like "historians" with the religion as the carrier. .

　　 After brushing my teeth,

　　 washed his face,

　　 While wiping his face,

　　 Karen suddenly looked into the mirror and asked Piaget who was standing behind him and yawning:

　　 "Piage, is Linda really a Berry believer?"

　　 "Huh? Why do you suddenly ask this?"

　　 "Because in addition to the Berry Church, there are many other small churches that also advocate that the body needs cremation."

　　 For example, in Muralism, the bodies of their followers also advocate cremation, because ashes...can be used as paint for mural painting.

　　 They believe that this kind of paint can better communicate the divinity, so that the image and story of the **** can be better expressed in the mural.

even,

　　 Considering that it takes too long to create the mural,

so,

　　 They can create murals "in advance".

　　 "Linda is a Berry believer." Piaget said.

　　 "Oh." Karen responded, but did not continue to ask questions.

　　 Both of them finished washing, and went down to the first floor.

　　 At the table on the first floor, breakfast was prepared, and knives and forks were placed. Perhaps they knew that the two had drunk too much milk last night, so there was water in the cups. UU reading www.uukanshu. com

　　 Karen and Piaget sat down for breakfast together. After eating, Karen put down the knife and fork:

　　 "Thank you Linda."

　　 "Hehe." Piaget smiled again.

　　 "I'm going back." Karen got up and said goodbye.

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

　　 "Okay, thank you Linda."

　　 "Well, I won't send you out."

　　 "You said, you are welcome between real friends."

　　 Karen took the gift box, walked out of Piaget's house, got in the car, and put on the seat belt.

　　 Before starting the car,

　　 Karen hesitated,

　　 Put the gift box in your hand first and open the box;

　　 is placed inside,

　　 is a box of paint.

　　 Karen was stunned for a while,

　　 sighed:

　　 "What a heavy gift."

　　 There is a letter under the paint box,

　　 Karen picked up the letter:

　　"Dear Mr. Karen;

　　 It’s been a long time since I saw my husband so happy, and I sincerely appreciate the care you have given to his friends.

　　 I should have created a picture for you as a sincere gift to my husband’s best friend;

　　 But I’m sorry, I sat in the studio for three hours, but I didn’t know how to write.

　　 Maybe,

　　 The paintbrush of your life is in your hand, and no one else can ghost it.

　　 And what I can do is to send you a brand new paint.

finally,

　　 I once again condescend to be friends with my husband and express my deepest gratitude.

great,

　　 Your Lord Cthulhu. "