"Chang'an was burned? Is this a big deal?" Yezidzade could not laugh, "Where is their emperor? He doesn't come out to take care of it?"

"Their emperor? It's gone long ago! If it weren't for it, this matter wouldn't have been so big!"

"It's gone? Why is it gone?" Yezidzadeh asked in disbelief, "Isn't that a saint who is immortal? I heard that he has lived for more than a thousand years!"

"Who knows? Anyway, the business can't be done. The chaos in the east is now, and it can't settle down for less than ten or eight years! I heard that the emperor suddenly disappeared during the Eastern Tour. If I ask me to tell you, this is outrageous!"

The traveler wearing a camel sweater let out a gloomy laugh. He stared at the empty bowl in front of him, shook his head, and said to himself: "At that time, Emperor First Emperor sent the alchemist Xu Fu to lead three thousand boys and girls across the East China Sea to obtain the medicine of immortality. Only after taking it, he could live forever. However, the ignorant people in the world worshipped this method of immortality and called him a saint. However, because of the medicine,

And immortality will die suddenly because of the medicine. It is not much easier to prepare the medicine for killing people than to prepare the medicine for immortality? Furthermore, the First Emperor has been immortal, but he does not think about prohibiting the method of alchemy and refining medicine. The alchemists from all counties and counties, seeing that someone succeeds in the front and everyone wants to become an immortal, how can they be content with their own self-sightedness and worship this little First Emperor? I want to say that today's disaster is really his own fault."

Shujah glanced at the traveler, pressed his voice and asked Yezidzad, "Who is this person?"

Yezidzade waved his hand disdainfully: "A passerby, ignore him. Having said that, since the business roads in the East are blocked, what business are you going to do next, man?"

Upon hearing this, Shujah chuckled softly: "Yesidzad, are you asking me what business I want to do, or are you asking yourself what business to do next?"

"It's not the same! This trade route is not clear, and you and I will not feel good in the future. We don't have to find a way to go through this difficulty together - come and go to my mansion and take the best bottle of fermented grape juice I put in the cellar and let the Shujah brothers taste it!"

Shujah nodded with a smile.

"Yesidzade, it's great if you have this idea. To be honest, I do have a business I want to do, but I just lack a little start-up capital..."

As he said that, Shujah looked around and saw that no one was paying attention to this place, he walked straight to Yezidzad, bent down, and said mysteriously in his ear: "According to reliable information, the apostle Ibn Sina has signed a contract on the Eastern Front and is returning to Isfahan. It can be expected that there will be big moves on the Western Front soon..."

——"Sinners! Repent!"

A loud shout at the top of his lungs interrupted the conversation between the two. Shujah was startled. When he looked up, he saw a man standing on a big rock not far away and shouting. His upper body was naked, revealing thick chest hair, and his lower body was covered with only a few stringed leaves, and his legs were also black and dense. He held a branch that had just been broken down in his left hand, and his symbols were drawn in the sky with unknown meaning.

"Who is this?" Shujah asked Yezidzad in a voice.

"A madman who calls himself 'Elijah the Baptist' has many believers," Jezidzad replied, "Are you rumored that the Son of God has been resurrected recently? But the church has not found the resurrected Son of God, and many such madmen suddenly emerged."

——"Repent! Because the kingdom of heaven is approaching!"

——"The axe has been placed on the roots of the tree, and any tree that does not bear good fruit will be cut down and thrown into the fire. Let me baptize you with water!"

——"I baptize you with water and make you repent; but in that who comes from me is more powerful than me, and he will baptize sinners with smokeless fire!"

Under such shouts, people gathered around one after another and knelt on the ground and worshiped him.

Shujah waved to the side with great interest:

"'Elijah the Baptist', come here! It's so late, you must be hungry, right? Come here, I'll treat you to something!"

The man came over when he heard the sound. Shujah handed him a piece of cake, and he took it without changing his face. He didn't say thank you, and put it in his mouth and started chewing it.

"Why don't you wash your hands while eating?" Yezidzadeh asked coldly, "Don't you know that this is contrary to the traditions of our ancestors?"

But the man put down the bread and asked righteously: "Why have you adhered to the traditions of your ancestors but violated the commandments of God? Yezidzad, don't you know that you should not lend money to brothers of the same clan and clan? What you enter from your mouth, pass through your stomach, and finally get into the pit, and do not defile people. And what comes out of your heart, what you do is the most defile people. If you are dirty sinners, you will go to the sea of ​​fire in hell after death."

Jezidzadeh sneered: "'Elijah the Baptist', who is recognized by God, will become a priest and an apostle. But are you considered that onion? You are nothing, and you dare to come here to deceive the crowd?"

"Apostles, priests? Is the truth the words spoken from their mouths?" The man widened his eyes, "Do you know that the Book of Enoch? The ancestor Enochnitz recorded what he saw and heard in this book, which was full of the revelation God had passed on to us. But this crucial book has not been included in the orthodox scriptures. In this case, what's the wonder of those who have given God's will be other than the apostles and priests?"

Shujah asked with a smile, “'Elijah the Baptist,' are you trying to say that you have been God's will?

"That's true!" The man raised the branch high, "Half a year ago, I rode a horse to Baileng City in my dream, and climbed up to the seventh heaven, and met six prophets one after another. In the seventh heaven, God told me that I am the seventh one, and the last prophet before the resurrection of the Son of God!"

As he said that, he looked around. In the shed, except for Yezidzad and Shujah, there was only the traveler in camel hair sitting in the corner gnawing on locusts. So he strode over and asked carelessly:

"Hey! You! What's your name?"

"Me?" The traveler raised his head, and his eyes looked at the man with a rather gloomy eyes: "...Or, call me Enoch."
Chapter completed!