The grand celebration finally began. Thousands of people gathered in Canleng, and it was lively and jubilant. People came from all directions, and every street became crowded. Yoreau and his disciples also left the village and headed for Salem. He did not hold the staff that was made from a tree branch in his hand. On the night he met the two angels, he had already returned the staff to Moses. Yoreau no longer needed the divine artifact.
The disciples said, "Dear Guide, many people in Canleng are looking forward to your arrival. Everyone will come to welcome you. In order to see you in the crowd, you'd better not walk."
Yola thought for a moment and nodded. "Go to the village in front and borrow a donkey for me. Tell the owner that Yola will use it and will return it soon."
Ilya and Moses had been in front to clear the way, but they had been persuaded by Yola to leave. However, Medanzo and Link were still following behind. Although Yola had dissuaded them, he did not order them to leave.
At this moment, Link suddenly said, "There seems to be a legend in the Canleng Plains. When the Messiah came, he did not ride on a warhorse, but a gentle donkey."
Medanzo was stunned. "Is there really such a legend? That's easy! I'll turn into that donkey. "
Link said, "Didn't Amun tell us not to interfere with Yola's affairs in the human world?"
Medanzo shook his head. "This is not interference. We did not do anything else. Anyway, Yola has already ordered the disciples to find the donkey. Go quickly, let them find it! "
The two angels quickly went around to the village in front. Medanzo turned into a donkey, and Link turned into the owner of the donkey. They stood at the intersection with the donkey. There were several donkeys in the village, but the one that Medanzo had turned into was the most conspicuous. The disciples came to borrow the donkey according to Yola's words, and Link gave it to them without hesitation.
When the people heard that the Son of Saint Yola had arrived, they all rushed out of the city to welcome him. The huge crowd cheered and shouted the name of the Son of Saint. Some even bowed on both sides of the road. The people in front took off their robes and spread them on the road. Some people even broke off twigs with leaves and spread them on the ground. Let Yogi on his donkey pass.
Along the way, people cheered, "Messiah, our savior. He's here! "The huge crowd advanced slowly, and just like that, the Saint rode his donkey into Tuleng City.
When the elders of the Aro River Temple heard that Jomo had arrived, they conspired to get rid of him. An elder said, "There are too many people now, it's not easy to make a move. There are many people who believe that Yola is the Holy Son. If we capture him in public, I'm afraid it will incite a rebellion, and he will easily escape."
Another elder said, "We can wait until the last night of the celebration. By then, the people who have gathered from all over the world will have dispersed."
The first elder said, "It's best to capture him when he's alone. He has a lot of followers, so it's best for us to bribe a spy."
Another elder nodded in agreement. "That's what we should do! What was more important was how to put him on trial. He had to convince the people that he was a liar who pretended to be God's guide! If that happens, his followers will turn to hate him. "
At this moment, another elder said, "There's no need to worry about putting him on trial. If he claims to be the savior, but can't even save himself, then it proves everything! But for the next seven days, are we going to endure him preaching to the people in front of the temple? No, I'm going to find him. Don't forget, there's still the governor of the Maro Empire here. What will the Maro people think of the self-proclaimed Messiah? "
Yogi finally arrived in front of the Aro River Temple. This temple was first built in the era of David Solomon. After hundreds of years of repair, it had become more and more magnificent. It was far away from all the buildings and was on a high ground in the city. In front of it was a very large square. This was also a place where people gathered. As long as there were more people, there would be opportunities to make money. The small merchants and peddlers would naturally not miss this opportunity, not to mention the people of Tuleng who were especially good at doing business.
The disciples were a little shocked by what they saw. There were many wandering peddlers carrying parcels, carrying baskets and pushing carts.
Carrying baskets, pushing small carts in the crowd, the sound of hawking rose and fell. These were secondary. Some people obtained the permission of the Temple Priests, or cooperated with the Temple Priests. They set up sheds in the plaza of the Temple and sold all sorts of birds, persuading the pilgrims to buy them and release them as offerings to the Gods.
The birds in the square were flying everywhere. Feathers and bird droppings fell from time to time. The birds that were caught were frightened and dying in the cages. Many of the birds that were bought to be released fell to the ground in a small forest not far away. Someone caught them again and sold them again.
Yogi came to the square and closed his eyes. He heard the sorrowful cries of all kinds of birds. His expression was solemn and there was a hint of anger. Seeing him like this, the followers realized that the Son of God might have something to say, so they waited quietly at the side. Sure enough, Yogi opened his eyes and said, "Those who truly follow me, go and destroy the stalls that are selling birds. Release all the birds outside the city!"
Jörg had never ordered his followers to do anything for him before. Today was the first time he had done so. Everyone clearly heard the Son of God's words. They pushed the stalls down, took all the cages, and released the panicked birds onto the city wall.
After the chaos, the square became quiet again.
Some people were shocked by Yogi's actions. He was offending the priests of the temple. To set up a shed and sell birds for sacrifice to the Aro River, one must have the permission of the priests. The so-called 'permission' was given to the priests. In fact, many of the stalls were opened by the priests themselves. It was a way to make money in the celebration.
A priest walked out from the crowd and questioned Yogi, "Who are you? How can you do this! The birds sold in these stalls are for people to release. The pilgrims buy these birds and release them as a sacrifice to the gods. The birds obtain freedom and symbolize the salvation of the gods.
You are encouraging people to destroy the stalls. This is blasphemy against the glory of the gods! "
Yogi unceremoniously scolded, "If they are domesticated chickens, do they need people to release them? These were all birds that the stall owners had sent people to capture from the wild. Who knew how many innocents had died or been injured in the nets. Locked in cages, they were tortured. Released in the plaza, they suffered all sorts of fright. Once they flew into the forest, they would be captured by the stall owners.
Some people are doing this because they are greedy for the money in the pockets of the pilgrims.
They are offering sacrifices to the gods to show the benevolence of the gods. God does not enjoy all of this. The money only falls into the pockets of the greedy. Don't think that the people here do not know that the stalls selling birds are related to the priests of the temple. Otherwise, they would not be set up in the square of the temple.
What they are doing is blasphemy against the glory of the gods! If you think that releasing those caged birds is offering sacrifices to the gods and showing the benevolence of the gods, then why are you keeping them in cages and selling them? You should release those birds yourself. Isn't that right? "
The crowd roared. The priest's face turned red. He was so angry that his body trembled. He did not know how to refute. In fact, many people knew that the stalls selling birds were opened by the priests. Even if they were not opened by the priests, the priests must have received some benefits. However, Yogi still said this in front of everyone. This was equal to offending the priests who profited from the stalls. He really had guts!
Who had the guts to do this in the square of the temple? He was looking down on the most authoritative person in this land! The priest was also very puzzled. At this time, someone shouted, "Priest, look carefully. This is the Son of God Yogi!"
As soon as the priest heard this name, he shivered for no reason and slipped into the crowd with his tail between his legs. The people cheered and shouted Yogi's name. They gathered around the Son of God. Yogi raised his arm to signal everyone to be quiet. Then he began to preach to the people in the square of the temple.
He did not know how many times he had preached, but today's audience was the largest. His voice was deep and pleasing to the ear. In such a large plaza, everyone could hear him clearly. Although he was wearing an ordinary robe, he seemed to be shrouded in a holy radiance. His followers firmly believed in his identity. No matter how they looked at him, they felt that he was dignified and holy. He looked like a mortal, but it also added a simple sense of mystery.
After preaching, Yogi led the people in a prayer ceremony. When night fell, the city was still very crowded. Pilgrims from all over couldn't find a place to stay, so they rested on the roadside or in the open space. Yogi took his disciples out of the city and returned to the village of Bethany. The next day, they entered the city again.
The next day, when Yogi continued to preach in the temple square, the crowd suddenly parted to make a path. A middle-aged man wearing a white robe and holding a luxurious staff walked in. Many people here knew him. He was one of the 12 elders of the Aluo River Temple. It was said that he was also a Great Mage.
The people bowed to the elder. This was a habit they had developed over the years. The elder nodded to the people with a humble expression. He walked in front of Yogi and said calmly: "Yogi, I heard that you claim to be the Messiah in Eliya's prophecy. Yesterday, you incited the people to destroy all the stalls selling birds in the square?"
Yogi replied calmly: "Elder, if you call me that, I won't deny it.
As for why I destroyed those stalls, you should know the reason better than me. Do you want to accuse me? "
The elder shook his head: "No, no, no, I don't want to accuse you of that. You have your reasons for doing that. It will make it easier for you to win the hearts of the people. But those stalls were set up in the temple square with the permission of the Maro people. They also have to pay taxes to the Maro people. I came here to ask you a question. Should the people of Shalleng pay taxes to the Maro people? The people bought those birds and released them as a sacrifice to Aloha!
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