"Do you need a bath? Karen, hehe, Linda wiped my body for me last night."

"I'll just take a quick shower."

"Well, okay, I guess Linda must have prepared breakfast early. My wife will never lose etiquette when guests come over, even if I have told her many times that she can invite me to my home.

They are all my friends. Between friends, there is no need to pay so much attention."

"Yes." Karen agreed.

Karen turned on the faucet in the bathroom and started to rinse her face.

He saw a new set of toothbrushes and folded towels on the washstand, probably for himself.

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

"Yes."

"I haven't had such a fun conversation 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 out toothpaste,

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

Then,

Finally, it occurred to me that there seemed to be a small church recorded in those books given by my grandfather.

In fact, when he was dreaming last night, he vaguely felt that he knew something. Otherwise, he would not have thought of all kinds of worship that people call upon gods. It's just that he saw some things and it would take some time to think of them in time.

The book records the worship of this small church as a mural;

Its believers are basically craftsmen who paint murals, including many people who paint religious murals for churches or religious sites 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 noteworthy climate in this church.

And the name of this church is: "Bi Shen Cult".

The gods they worship have helped the true gods depict their majestic bodies since the last era, and record and convey the stories of the gods through murals.

To a certain extent, this god and her believers in the last era, that is, the early years, were actually more than just "painters" and "craftsmen". They were more like "historians" using divine religion as the carrier.

.

After brushing your teeth,

washed my face,

When wiping your face,

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

"Piaget, is Linda really a Berry believer?"

"Huh? Why do you ask this suddenly?"

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

For example, the Wall God Sect also advocates the cremation of the bodies of their followers, because the ashes... can be used as pigments for the creation of murals.

They believed that this kind of pigment could better communicate the divine nature and thus better express the image and story of God in the murals.

even,

Considering that the mural creation takes too long,

so,

They can create murals "in advance".

"Linda is a Berry believer," Piaget said.

"Oh." Karen responded without asking any more questions.

They both finished washing and went down to the first floor.

On the dining table on the first floor, breakfast had been prepared, and knives and forks were placed. Perhaps they knew that both of them drank too much milk last night, so the cups were filled with water.

Karen and Piaget sat down to have breakfast together. After eating, Karen put down her knife and fork:

"Thanks Linda."

"Haha." Piaget laughed again.

"I'm going back." Karen stood 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."

"As you said, there is no need to be polite between true friends."

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

Before starting the car,

Karen hesitated for a moment,

Or put the gift box in your hand first and open the box;

placed inside,

It's a box of paint.

Karen was stunned for a moment,

He sighed:

"What a profound gift."

There is also a letter under the paint box,

Karen picked up the letter:

“Dear Mr. Cullen;

I haven't seen my husband so happy for a long time, and I sincerely appreciate your presence and care for his friend.

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

But I'm sorry, I sat in the studio for three hours and didn't know how to draw.

perhaps,

The brush of your life is held in your own hands, and no one else can write it for you.

And all I can do is give you a brand new paint.

at last,

Once again I would like to express my deepest gratitude to you for deigning to become my husband's friend.

great,
Chapter completed!