Wang Xiaofeng had never enjoyed the treatment of bathing and changing clothes, but before dawn on the second day of the Holy Light City, Wang Xiaofeng, who had just started the game, was jumped by the team of interns.

Amy hurriedly left with the old librarian last night. It seemed that she could not stay in Holy Light City for a long time. Logically speaking, this is her hometown and there is one of her temples on the Holy Mountain, but for some reason she showed enough impatience to Holy Light City.

Or, she had other things in her mind, but these were not something that Wang Xiaofeng could understand at this time. She could only watch her with her star-bright divine eyes and began to teach the priests' professional skills in the Yufeng City Church.

Regardless of her identity as a saint, she is now at the same level as the beautiful mentor in terms of priesthood, and the two are also a matchmaker, and they are not a guess... This is a bit far-reaching. Let's meet the lofty pope first, and then talk about the others.

If the Pope is in the real world or does not have much feeling, after all, this is the master of a sect. But in the background of the game, he is the supreme existence of the continent, and the speaker of the Dark Council is also shorter than that. He has no papal the power, the authority of the regime and the majesty that cannot be desecrated.

It takes a complicated set of etiquette to meet the pope, and how can the Holy Light City, which is centered on the divine power, not pay attention to this etiquette. The dress made overnight alone weighs more than ten pounds, making Wang Xiaofeng, a priest who is powerless, very hard. Even if he is not used to the feeling of leaving his laptop, Wang Xiaofeng can only temporarily cancel its equipment, and restore some of his strength attributes to feel relaxed.

For ordinary high priests, this is an incomparable glory. It is not that I have never seen the Pope, but that this formal audience is too difficult to come by.

Wang Xiaofeng didn't feel nervous at all. How could he feel nervous again? After all, my brother is a player, and the game was born for the players. No matter how arrogant the characters in the game are, players can push you as long as they meet the plot and rules.

This is the player's sense of superiority and self-confidence.

It is precisely this sense of superiority that Wang Xiaofeng was able to face the king on the high throne, and no matter how the elders around him winked, he did not kneel down.

In the majestic hall, hundreds of stone pillars with three meters in diameter supported a huge dome. The high throne has hundreds of stairs, making it impossible to see the Pope's face clearly when you go up.

Thousands of white-clothed elders were lined up on both sides, without regular queues and disciplines. The center of the picture was the heroic and upright young man. He stood under the steps and looked at the tall old man, bowing and bowing.

"Kneel down!"

Yat, who was beside him, whispered, while Wang Xiaofeng seemed to have not heard of it, just stood straight, waiting for the Pope's words.

No one expected that this young man would have played this trick here, and no one told Wang Xiaofeng to kneel down. After all, it was a natural etiquette to meet the pope. Wang Xiaofeng had never heard of this common sense, but even if he heard about it, he would probably find it difficult to kneel down today.

He can kneel and pray to the illusory goddess, or to the heaven and earth, but let him go to a king that does not exist... impossible.

The elders around him lowered their voices and discussed in a low voice. This time, which should have been brief, had a twists and turns at the beginning. The Pope on the high seat did not move, and could not see his face clearly or his joy or anger. However, this kind of provocation against him could not be happy.

The high-ranking Pope has not spoken for a long time, which makes the atmosphere in the hall calmer and quieter. This young man is indeed brave, courageous and connotated. In other words, he is ungrateful, young and reckless, and arrogant, giving people a feeling of being unreliable.

The pope suddenly spoke, "Then you say, what is the true order."

"The premise of order is constraint, and the fundamental of order lies in awareness. Only by following the rules of order from the heart, rather than being passively accepted by the rules and regulations, is the true order."

A comrade said this without blinking, and sat on the Pope without answering, but the elders around him showed a thoughtful look.

"Order comes from the external framework of the inner world, and is a kind of compliance and judgment of social norms..."

Wang Xiaofeng felt ruthless in his heart, and then he began to talk, and his words continued one after another.

The general meaning is to strengthen social moral construction and enhance citizens' awareness, combine the basic national conditions of the magic world - faith, and then blend in with the Confucian doctrine of the mean and the Taoist Tao Te Ching. The words are so scattered that the old guys around are stunned.

Finally, when it comes to the journey of the Great Dao, the world is public. These old men almost worshipped. Although Wang Xiaofeng was just a fool, he hit the ills of the divine order that had developed for tens of thousands of years. The decay of the Holy See and distortion of the thoughts was already very serious. This is actually something that the old librarians kept mentioning last night.

After fifteen minutes, Wang Xiaofeng took a breath, then looked at the pope who was still motionless, waiting for the response of this peerless charlatan.

Could it be that I took off my black hat in anger?
Chapter completed!