Rasma raised her hand and wanted to snap her fingers.

As soon as he snapped his fingers, everything around him would come to a standstill, but after hesitating, he still didn't do it. Instead, he stood up and shouted to Mason:

"Hey, Mason, I passed by your house earlier and I thought I heard Mary looking for you. Is there any business coming?"

"Really?" Mason was stunned for a moment, then prepared to push his father's wheelchair back.

"The weather is so good today. We should breathe more fresh air and walk more. Let me take a walk with our Mr. Dees. By the way, I can convey the gospel from the Lord to him. I hope he can recover as soon as possible and wake up."

Mason trusts Father Rasma, and they have gotten along very well in the past. He often goes to church to have a drink with him, but for some reason, he refuses every time he invites him to his home.

, even if I pass by my house, I never step into the courtyard gate.

"Sorry to trouble you, Father Rasma, I will go back first and then come to pick up my father."

"There's no rush, just walk slowly."

After Mason left, Rasma walked behind Dis, holding the wheelchair with both hands, and slowly pushed Dis to walk along the river.

"Dis, I am very familiar with everyone in your family, and I can probably understand your obsession with family and what kind of feeling you like and enjoy.

I can understand you, even though I'm not really keen on it myself.

All this time, I have never thought about getting married or starting a family. It's not that I have any negative feelings about 'family' because of my mother... In fact, although my childhood was far from happy,

When I get older, it's always sweet to recall the past.

My mother would always scold me first, "I don't know whose bitch", and then throw the coins she earned from bed to buy cigarettes after losing at the card table to buy cigarettes.

You bitch went to buy some candy.

In the middle of the night, she got addicted to smoking, and when she ran out of cigarettes, she would scold me very irritably.

As for me, I just smiled and licked the candy wrapper while laughing.

She died early, got sick, was in poor health, and had no money for treatment. Her health became worse and worse, there were fewer and fewer customers, and she had less and less money. It was a vicious cycle.

Before she died, she touched my head and said that I had a good life. She didn't know who my father was, but she could at least be sure that I came out of her belly.

She said that she was not sorry to me because she was not ready to be a mother at all. She was forced, helpless and ignorant.

She also said that she originally wanted to be like her sisters who accidentally got pregnant but did not abort the child, so she found a place to throw it away, or simply found a ditch to drown it.

She said she threw me away but picked me up again; she drowned me but turned me over and took a bath.

She spoke a lot before she died, and her voice became softer and softer. When she lost her voice completely, I knew that my "home" was gone.

I just remember the last words she said were: You bitch, you have to live well.

Fortunately, I was discovered by a priest, who took me with him, and I joined the religion. In the end, I made the religion my home.

Dis, I am not saying that you are not loyal to the Religion, but for me, the Religion is everything to me.

I compare theism to my mother,

It really has many similar qualities to my mother, haha."

Dis still closed his eyes and did not respond to Rasma's nagging.

The last time Dis reacted and his fingers were trembling slightly, it was when Karen and Auggie approached Rodga City, forcing Rasma to take action to solve the assassin problem; the last time, it was when Karen entered the contaminated cave.

"It stands to reason that we are both older. But in fact, considering the extended lifespan that can be extended by condensing the fragments of the Godhead and becoming the elders of the temple, you and I are actually equivalent to young men in our early twenties.

Inexplicably, we are very young again, but this youthfulness does not seem to mean much, because we can no longer be lively.

I can no longer be angry with you like I did before, staying awake for days and nights, cheering myself up over and over in front of the mirror with a pair of red and frightening eyes.

Oh, you probably don’t know this, and even if you did, you wouldn’t care. After all, you must have been used to it by then.

You are used to being the brightest light when you stand in a crowd, so how could you really notice someone looking at you with jealous eyes that are unbalanced and almost going crazy?

Sorry, I've talked too much nonsense today, so let's talk about something more serious.

I think I'm almost there. The fragments of the godhead will feel very difficult before they are condensed. After they start to condense, they will feel...well, that seems to be the case.

I have made a very steady progress in this process. After all, it is incomparable to a "genius" among "geniuses" like you. To say that it is condensed is to say that it is condensed.

I can only use clumsy methods, hold a paintbrush, and slowly paint stroke by stroke, just like building a house, starting from laying the foundation, and when it is built, it will be finished."

Over the endless years, countless geniuses have been unable to condense the fragments of their godhead throughout their lives. They have no chance to access the temple. To them, the fragments of their godhead are more like favors and gifts from God.

And Rasma compared the process of condensing the fragments of the godhead to building a house, and compared this "god-given" miracle to the construction period, which also reflects Rasma's horror.

A sage from the Principle of God once said: What does a true genius look like? They are willing to devote time and energy to doing something, and then they can accomplish it.

"Dis, I'm curious, do you really know your grandson?

Okay, maybe for you, your love for your grandson can allow you to ignore the gains and losses, safety and stability of the religion, but I can't do that.

You want to protect your home, and I also want to protect mine.

Just keep waiting,

Once the fragments of my godhead are successfully condensed, I will take action.

I want to leave here, I want to find your grandson, I want to peel off his skin, take out his soul, and take a closer look to see what he is.

I really want to know what kind of price you paid for that super-standard divine descending ceremony that happened in the city next to Luojia City, and at the same time, what kind of horror did you cause?

When that day really comes, the only thing that can help you break the situation is that one method."

Rasma bent down, placed her head beside Dis, and continued:

"Put down your arrogance, throw away your arrogance, surrender to the temple, and admit your mistake.

so,

Maybe there are still some opportunities to protect your grandson.

What if he went astray and was a remnant of light?

What if he is the descendant of some dirty and despicable evil god?

You know, our God of Order is very big, and for your sake, it’s not like the God’s religion can’t accommodate him.”

Dis still didn't react at all, as if he really fell asleep, ignoring all of Rasma's words.

"hehe."

Rasma smiled and said

Let out a sigh:

"You protected him, but, Dis, how long can you continue to protect him?"

Rasma stopped and turned the wheelchair so that she and Dis could face the flowing river ahead.

The warm afternoon wind blew, blowing Rasma's sleeves and also blowing the white hair on Dis' temples.

I stood like this for a long time,

Rasma said: "The difference between you and me is that I once sat on that supreme position. Do you know how I felt sitting in that position?

In that position, I finally realized my own insignificance.

No matter how powerful an individual's power is, sometimes it is difficult to truly change the situation.

The temple will be forbearing for the sake of the overall situation, but the temple is a temple of order after all, and believers of order still have some courage. Your problem will definitely be solved when the time comes, and it will not be postponed indefinitely.

I can tell you directly that on the day I condense the fragments of my godhead, no less than ten temple elders will come here at the same time, and we will cooperate internally and externally to suppress you.

For the sake of your grandchildren and your family, you will not start early;

But the ending waiting for you won’t be too beautiful;

Therefore, please consider the words I just said and my suggestions carefully in the coming time.

After all,

I am human,

You are human too,

We are all human,

well,

After all, he is not God."

…

"God, please save me, meow!"

Pu'er wailed while reviewing Xiao Kangna's homework.

No matter how dignified and dignified the lady is, she can easily break her guard when tutoring her children in their homework.

Kevin was lying next to him, watching this scene with his eyes open and a smile on his face.

Outside, Karen was talking to Neo. Hearing the "violent mood" inside, Karen could only shake her head helplessly.

In his opinion, Xiao Kangna's academic progress has been very good, but the main reason is that Pu'er's requirements are too high.

Neo threw away the pen in his hand, yawned, and said: "Okay, you really don't have to ask me specifically about war strategy. This is a game of politics, economy, culture, and belief. In fact, these aspects are now You know better than me.
To be continued...