"So the first incense is also paid attention to overseas." A middle-aged man with an Asian face sighed in the crowd.
The first incense was the most devout. The first person to ascend the Mountain of Rites in Parthenon would also be favored by the goddess.
The person who said this was Mo Jiaxing. He would occasionally burn incense and pray to Buddha.
He was used to being in places with people, especially ordinary people.
The Mountain of the Goddess in Parthenon was cold. There were no middle-aged women dancing in the square, nor were there any old men playing chess or drinking wine. There was no atmosphere of freedom. Mo Jiaxing simply could not stay there. Only in places with smoke and fire would Mo Jiaxing feel truly comfortable.
Of course, what he liked most was to join in the fun.
He could have taken the "VIP passage" to enter the Mountain of Rites. The Mountain of Rites also had a special seat for him. However, he was still willing to follow this "climbing" army. It felt like New Year's Eve when everyone went to the temple in an endless stream.
"So there are compatriots." Someone seemed to have heard Mo Jiaxing's sigh. A man's voice came from behind Mo Jiaxing.
Mo Jiaxing turned his head and saw a blindfolded man in his thirties. He was separated by two or three people.
He was holding a blind man's crutch. Although he was blind, he gave off a dignified and mighty feeling. His waist did not bend in the slightest to find a path.
Mo Jiaxing hurriedly stepped aside to let the people behind him pass first.
"Climbing the mountain when your eyes are inconvenient. Little brother, it must be difficult for you. Could it be that you want to cure your eyes?" Mo Jiaxing liked to get to know people. Therefore, he walked together with this Chinese man.
"My eyes can't be cured. Brother, you are very humorous. You compared such an important day in Greece to the first incense." The blind man said.
"Haha, I was just saying. Since your eyes can't be cured, why are you still climbing the mountain? "Mo Jiaxing asked in confusion.
"I have something to do. But my eyes are inconvenient. Can I trouble you to help me?" The blind man said.
"No problem. We are all compatriots. If you have any difficulties, just say it."
"Thank you very much."
"How should I address you, little brother?"
"Jiang Bin." The blindfolded man said.
"Looking at your bearing, you look like a soldier. Were you injured on the battlefield? "
"If I say that I'm a knight, you probably won't believe me."
"Then you have a lot of stories to tell. It's fine, let's chat along the way. It's such a long journey, it'll be much more comfortable to have someone to talk to."
…
At the foot of the Mountain of Praise, a woman in black hemp clothes gracefully ascended the mountain. The top of the Mountain of Praise was very wide, and it was decorated like an open-air ceremony venue. Six colored veils were perfectly spread out above her head, forming a beautiful veil dome that enveloped the entire Mountain of Praise's ceremonial stage.
The linen-clothed woman glanced over and saw many seats.
One after another, some special people took their seats. They all had a certain status in this society. They did not need to climb step by step like the believers at the foot of the mountain. They had their own VIP passage.
"There really are seats for us." The linen-clothed woman pointed at the seats in surprise.
The seats were arranged neatly, and their names were even marked. Those who found their seats had proud smiles on their faces. After all, this was the first day of the goddess's praise. Those who could sit here were equivalent to the ancient "promotion". They had a close relationship with the goddess.
The first day of the praise could be called a commendation ceremony.
The election of the goddess was not about an individual. It represented a huge group of people, or even an empire.
Meritorious people needed to be rewarded.
External help needed to be coordinated.
Benefits needed to be shared!
"Could it be a trap? After all, we still don't know Ye Xinxia's stance," the woman in black hemp clothes continued asking.
Beside the linen-clothed woman was a tall person with short hair and earrings. Her face was clean and tidy, but it was hard to tell her gender.
She had the gentleness of a woman, but also the valiance of a man.
She was dressed in black, but the lining was red.
"She's wearing a ring, which means she's already met the pope," the person said.
"Although the pope is our last target …"
"Yan Qiu, how many of the pope's men do you think are on this mountain, and how many of our men do you think are on our side?" Salan asked while stroking her earrings.
"More than half of the Vatican's men have submitted to us on the surface, but the pope's influence over the years is still there. We can't make a judgment until the end," the linen-clothed woman said.
"I'm only asking about the Red Cardinals," Salan said.
"If it's the Red Cardinals, there are only three on your side. One of them is even a newbie that we're supporting," the Chief Extraditor Yan Qiu said.
"Didn't you ask me why I should trust Ye Xinxia last night?"
"She might have let the evil herbalist go, but he's going to return to heaven anyway. We can't trust her so easily and give her the list." The Chief Extraditor Yan Qiu still felt Salan's decision last night was inappropriate.
"Only Ye Xinxia can lure the real pope out. If we don't hand over enough chips, we'll never be able to touch the pope," Salan said.
The Chief Extraditor cared about every member of her church.
However, in Salan's eyes, all the members of the church were just tools that she could use to achieve her goals. As for Ye Xinxia's desire to control all the Cardinals and members of the Holy See, hmph, just give them to her.
Even Wen Tai did not have the ambition to rule the white and the black.
But so what? Wen Tai had already lost.
Wen Tai still had many spies in the dark in this world. These spies had probably already told him that Ye Xinxia was wearing the pope's ring in the depths of hell.
The Dark King was probably on the verge of breaking down!
The daughter he had hoped for was standing on the opposite side of him.
His purest and most flawless daughter was now a butcher, the leader of the Vatican.
If all the pain in the Dark Plane could not let him taste the true taste of the abyss of hell, then he would scream hysterically in hell when he heard this news. No matter where he was now, he was in hell of despair!
In Salan's revenge plan, there was only one person left.
The old pope.
This cunning old fox was worth it for her, Salan, to bet all her chips on him!
Similarly.
The old pope had already gathered all the Red Cardinals who obeyed him.
Ye Xinxia had become the Goddess and the pope.
Salan knew very well that she was the only obstacle in his plan to rule the black and white.
The old pope had also turned out in full force.
In the end, the two factions of the Vatican would fight to the death on Mount of Praise.
The ruler would be the old pope or Salan!
"My lord, you seem to have deliberately neglected something," the Chief Extraditor suddenly said.
"Ye Xinxia would not dare to do that. Before any of us reveal our identities, we are all civilians and devout climbers. If she did that, it would be tantamount to massacring the people on the first day of her becoming the Goddess, "Salan said.
"That's true. She can't prove that we are members of the Church unless she admits to the world that she is the pope of the Black Vatican. But if she did that, it would be tantamount to destroying Parthenon and everything."
"Wen Tai has abandoned her. With her soul, she is destined to be at the mercy of others. She will either listen to me, the Hall Mother, or … "Salan was about to say the word" pope "when the look in her eyes suddenly changed.
There were four people who controlled Ye Xinxia's fate.
Wen Tai asked Iza to supervise Ye Xinxia.
The Hall Mother had been supporting Ye Xinxia.
The pope respected Ye Xinxia even more.
Meanwhile, Salan had forced Ye Xinxia to step into the mire of the Black Vatican.
Wen Tai was already out of the picture.
The only people left controlling her were Salan, the pope, and the Hall Mother.
The Hall Mother was nothing to be afraid of …
But if the pope and the Hall Mother were the same person!
A full-time Mage.
A full-time Mage.
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