The world no longer believed in Amun and had forgotten all of his glory and holiness. The statue of Amun lying on the sand dunes was a silent symbol that the god had returned to the world and reincarnated.
But all of this did not prevent the story of Amon from continuing to spread. People might be very interested in these ancient myths out of curiosity, as a kind of entertainment in the lonely journey, just like listening to all kinds of interesting stories that had nothing to do with them.
Most of the places where caravans rested would have people taking the opportunity to do business. For example, next to the ruins of the shrine, there was a peddler with spring water in a leather bag for sale. Not far from the peddler, there was a shabbily dressed entertainer playing a flute. In front of him was a basket, in which a snake was twisting with its body erect, as if it was dancing to the sound of the flute. Passing merchants found it interesting and would throw a few bait coins into a pottery bowl at his feet.
Ilya also did as the Romans do, sitting on a scattered stone in the shadow of the statue, leaning on his cane and a pottery bowl in front of him, like a folk storyteller. If passersby were happy to hear the old man tell a little more, they would also throw a few copper coins into the bowl. But the ruins were too desolate, although there were caravans passing by every day, there were very few peddlers and entertainers. Only Ilya would come here almost every day.
The sun was particularly hot that day. The coachmen, guards, and merchants who were resting all tried their best to curl up in the shadow of the god statue. They kept waving their fans, sweating, and panting. They listened to the old man's story from time to time, but few of them were willing to stand up and throw a copper coin into his bowl.
At this time, a young man went to buy a bag of water from a peddler, walked over and handed it to Ilya, saying, "Old man, you have been talking for a long time, you must be thirsty, drink some water to moisten your throat. I see that you don't even have a bag to hold water in, you should live nearby, but it is quite inconvenient to walk here, so this leather bag is for you. "
The old man had been telling stories in such a dry and hot desert for such a long time, but his voice was not hoarse at all. The wrinkles on his forehead were deep, but his eyes were clear and bright. He did not look like an old man at all. The old man looked up at the young man and took the leather bag with a smile. He stood up from the rock and bowed slightly: "Thank you, God has given you the quality of kindness." The young man bowed in return and said, "I should be the one thanking you for telling us such a wonderful legend on such a hot noon. It's like a cool breeze in the desert." The old man smiled and said, "I'm talking about the legend of Amun. Young man, may I ask where you are from and do you believe in gods?"
The young man replied, "I am from the Shaleng Plains. I believe in my god, Aluohe.
The old man asked again, "Do you like to listen to Amun's stories? He is the god that the people of Eygut once believed in. "The young man laughed." People like to hear it. Your stories are wonderful. There are different legends of gods in different parts of the continent, expressing people's beliefs or former beliefs. In these legends, it also contains people's understanding of divinity and their own wishes. It can help people think about and how to view their beliefs in gods. "
The young man was in his early twenties, with thick, dark brown hair slightly curled, a strong and tall body, and powerful hands covered with calluses. He was very handsome, and the outline of his facial features revealed a vaguely determined temperament. When he opened his mouth and smiled, it was very beautiful and had an invisible appeal.
The old man nodded and said, "Do you want to continue listening?"
The young man bent down and put a few copper coins in the pottery bowl. "If you are not tired, drink some water and take a rest. I want to hear the rest of the story."
The old man opened the stopper of the leather bag, drank a few mouthfuls of water, and continued to tell the legend of Amun.
At this moment, a cloud floated over and blocked the blazing sun. A cool breeze blew from afar. The desert seemed to have become exceptionally quiet. The voice of the old man's narration was exceptionally clear beside the ruins of the divine temple.
The old man had just talked about the battle between Amun and the Olympian gods, and then he talked about how Amon accepted the challenge of Artemis in the clouds and was shot down to earth by an arrow. Not far away, the audience let out an "oh" as if they suddenly understood. Someone could not help but interject, "No wonder this temple was abandoned. It turns out that Zeus defeated Amon, and the Olympian gods annexed Amon's territory in the human world."
Another person explained, "That is because the rise of the Maro Empire conquered Eygut and asked the people of Eygut to convert to the Olympian gods. Then people made up this legend, using the story of the gods to explain the things in the human world, or using the things in the human world to symbolize the experience of the gods."
The people in the caravan had traveled extensively and were knowledgeable, so what they said was not unreasonable. The young man asked Ilya with great interest, "According to what you said, it seems that Amun returned to the human world of his own accord. What did he say when he left? Was it really Zeus who defeated him? " The old man raised his cane and pointed to the statue beside him, "Yes, it seems that Zeus defeated him. Or rather, the Maro Empire conquered Eygut and ordered the people to change their faith. But when Amun left, he said that the faith he guided would accompany the temple in the hearts of the people and spread throughout the so-called divine realm of Zeus. When that time came, he would return to his kingdom of heaven. Others said that Amon would guide the people to build a new kingdom in the human world and completely defeat Zeus. "
Hearing this, the young man frowned slightly and said, "There are always similarities between the myths of different places. In my hometown, I once heard another version of the story, but the main character of the story was not a god like Amon, but a Messiah who appeared in the human world."
The old man's eyes lit up, and he looked at Amon and said, "Are you talking about the prophet Ilya's prophecy? I've also heard about it from the merchants of Anril. But I'm not sure how it is spread in your hometown. If you're willing, can you tell me? I can also tell this legend to the people who pass by. "
The young man replied, "Of course I can tell you. Ilya's prophecy has been spread in my hometown for over a hundred years, and it has become a kind of hope for the people. The Messiah will come and lead the people who sincerely believe in the Alor River to their homeland. " …
The old man nodded and said, "This is the true face of Ilya's prophecy. It is more like a fable. How do the people of your hometown understand it? "
The young man then replied, "In my hometown, the people of Anril believe that a man will come, who is not only a prophet like Ilya, but also a savior appointed by the gods. He will lead the people of Anril to get rid of the fate of being ruled and build an ideal kingdom. Just like our ancestor, Moses, who led his people to get rid of the slavery of the people of Eygut and built the city of Anril on the Plains of Duc. "
The city of Anril was not built by Moses, but by Link and Aesop. But later, David ordered the demolition of the Temple of Amun and the construction of the Shrine of Alor, and this was the history that the young man heard. Because there were other people next to him, the young man chose his words carefully and did not directly say that the people of Anril wanted to overthrow the Maro Empire, or even conquer and replace the Maro Empire to rule the continent.
In fact, it did not matter much to say those things here. This was a caravan of Anril people, and the people they hired were also the grooms and guards of Eygut. There were no Maro soldiers or officials here.
The old man narrowed his eyes and asked calmly, "I've been telling the stories of the gods to the passersby for a long time now. I've heard too many legends, some of which people know about, and some of which people don't understand. Young man, have you ever thought of another possibility, that the prophecy left behind by Ilya has another meaning? That what the Messiah guided the people to build was not a great empire like the Maro Empire, but a homeland in another sense? "
The young man also narrowed his eyes. "Oh? This is the first time I have heard of such a saying! What do you mean? "
The old man said unhurriedly: "The people of Anril believe in Alor as their only god, just as the people of Eygut once believed in Amon as their god, and the people of Maro believe in the gods of Olympus. I want to ask you, what is the meaning of the so-called only god? What is the difference between this god and that god? Is it because people think that they are noble, so they think that the god they believe in is also nobler? Is it possible that this is just an arrogant sense of superiority, a self-suggestion that they should have a higher status than others? "The young man was slightly startled, as if he was thinking, and did not answer immediately. At this time, someone in the caravan shouted angrily: "Yawn, don't listen to that old man's nonsense, that is the voice of Sudan! The only god is the only god, the god once made a promise with Moses, 'You can't have any other gods except me.' Don't let the voice of Sudan shake your will and destroy our hope.
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