Pivot of the Sky

Iso sighed softly: "Father is my only son, I have been out of my hometown for almost 60 years, I'm afraid there is no family anymore, I just want to take a look at the homeland in search of the roots of the leaves. My father was a businessman who used to take me with him when I was away, and I spent a lot of time in Aaron City as a kid. This is the most representative city in the United Kingdom of Heaton, just a few more days in Aaron City, and there are many things different from those of the heavenly pivot nations. ”

The carriage proceeded under the direction of Iso. After coming to Heaton UK and falling into the clouds, Medanzo did not continue to sit in the car with Iso, who brought a horse outside the city, riding with him. Medanzo, handsome and handsome, looks like an escort samurai hired by Iso Heavy King, who is returning home, and Amon, who is driving in his car, looks blind instead.

As she passed through the alley of Aaron's street, Medanzo looked to her right and nodded to the daughter-in-law of the big girl who was staring at him, asking Isol: “In my opinion, Aaron City is only a small city, but it looks rich, the nobles are laid back and the civilians are busy.

Listening to the discussions of their citizens' representatives in the City Hall of State, great importance was attached to trade with the outside world, not only demanding the opening up of trade to the countries that were members of the Alliance, but also for the benefit of the rich countries through a variety of means. The meeting of citizens' representatives here is also unwilling to scrutinize the improper profitability of their wealthy businessmen outside. ”

Iso explained: "There are no large tracts of arable plains to cultivate here, there are a lot of materials to import, and the rulers here, like the Salem in Salem City, are mostly smart businessmen who are more willing to work in higher value jobs in exchange for more wealth with limited labour. Aaron is a trading transit point between the United Kingdom of Heaven and the nations of the Heavenly Pivot continent, a centre where half of the city's own revenue comes from the profits of seafaring trade, and where many are also knowledgeable. ”

Medanzo: “I remember thinking about that time when I ran behind something that wasn't in the mountains to Link's tribe to trade in Margae steel embryos, so what do people trade with the outside world? ”

Iso: "The most important product here is olive oil, which is not suitable for grain cultivation in the nearby mountains, but very suitable for olive tree cultivation. The olive oil produced in the state of Aaron is expensive and marketed all over the mainland, and the cane in the hands of Aarona, the guardian saint of their city, is an olive branch. They also export wine, pottery, marble, and mine silver coins and crafts.

Other commodities on the continent, including grass paper, spices, wood and cloth from Hattie and Baron, grains of all kinds, are imported for profit, not only for their own use, but also for resale to urban states. In this city state, people are relaxing, chatting in the Temple Square every day, while others are busy, often sailing in the sea and trading in the shops. ”

Amon, who kept his eyes closed, said again: “I saw the sea outside the city, and there were people with stones, talking constantly to the empty sea, not praying, but calling and encouraging something, and they did not have a clear belief, preaching irrelevant or contradictory speech. ”

Amon looked out of town in detective magic, and Iso explained with a smile: "Those are the speakers and the skeptics who are practicing their tongues. ”

Medanzo asks, "Why did they do it? ”

“In a city like this, being able to communicate ideas and get people to accept them is one of the most important competencies," replied Iso. Haven't you heard the discussion in the city council, and sometimes whether or not a proposal has been adopted is not all about the proposal itself, but about the manner in which it has been promoted by whom. Businessmen tend to hire specialist speakers to come up with proposals in their favor, so some consider speech and skepticism to be one of the greatest techniques in the world. ”

Amon Rao asked with interest, "This is an interesting place, besides the speakers, what do you think is the most distinctive person in town? ”

Iso replied, "There are also wise men and wise men. The so-called wise do not necessarily know how to be wise, but they like to ask questions and try to answer them, and travel everywhere to learn knowledge; the so-called wise do not necessarily know how to be wise, but they are good at questioning and questioning, trying to refute any known knowledge. These people often gather in Temple Square to preach or ask questions to the passers-by, which is Aaron's liveliest place. ”

“Successful wise men and wise men should also be excellent speakers," said Amon. Being able to articulate thoughts in the soul, allowing the listener to understand deep thoughts, is also an achievement. But ignoring what they propagate, to justify it purely for the sake of purpose, is another person.

When it comes to questioning all learning, can it also prompt people to think, which are innate and which are created by people? But it is useless to merely question and not give an answer, even though that answer is not necessarily perfect, just as a mortal cannot be sure of the existence of a god in the world, but can perceive the existence of that god in humanity. ”

"You are my God," replied Iso. ”

Amon laughed, “I'm just your driver in Aaron City. ”

The talking carriage stopped in front of a guest house, a tavern and a public bathroom, where people would drink and chat, and a room in the back yard where they could stay. “Decades have passed, and although things have changed a lot here, it is still a guest house," Iso said. ”

Medanzo asked, "Iso, why are you staying here? There are plenty of places to stay along the way. ”

Iso sighed: "Please forgive an old man like me! The last time I went sailing with my father, I lived here in Aaron City, and although they were no longer the same inn, I could still find the smell of memory. ”

Medanzo jumped off the horse and took Iso out of the car and shouted, “Somebody! Prepare the best room for my master, we are going to stay. ”

Amon heard what Iso called “the breath of memory”, watched his back enter the inn, and quietly started a frightening magic trick in his soul, similar to the legendary grand prophecy, which is said to be carried out only by the gods. And the great magician of man can barely see its magic, is one of the highest realms of information theology retrospective theology.

He saw a scene in his soul where Iso became a teenager, overlapping with the shadow of Iso in front of him, walking into another inn with his father, which is now in the same spot.

Iso is wealthy, can afford the best room, and carries a powerful escort and a park capable horse, looking like an old storm returning from an adventure on the Heavenly Pivot. The innkeeper's attitude was respectful, and the entrance and exit were always greeted with a smile, but in addition to envy, there was a bit of jealousy and even disdain in his heart.

The people around them saw Isotto with more or less this attitude. Amon experienced it clearly and I'm afraid Isotto himself understood it, but the old man was in perfect condition. Three people in a row lived in Aaron City, and ordinary people couldn't see anything magical.

Amonto ordered Medanzo, the divine domain of the Olympus system, to enter into the divine domain of others without permission, although no explicit agreement has yet been reached between him and Zeus. In order to abide by the historical covenants between the Divine Divine Divinities and not cause unexpected conflicts, here he will not display any miracles or use any divine power, and Medanzo will act with caution, not as an apostle of God.

Did Zeus and the Olympus gods know that Amon had come to Aaron? Amon himself cannot be certain of this, because he does not feel that he has been particularly concerned or locked in. He himself is also a god of the Lord and is well aware that if the arts and crafts were to act only in the usual way, they would not attract the special attention of the gods in the divine domain. He came here to listen, to see, to feel, as a normal driver.

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The next day, Amon arrived at Aaron's famous Temple Square, located in Aaron's "High City”. It's called the High Town because it has three hills and is situated high above the seaside harbour. The famous Virgin Temple stands at the top of the hill in the middle of nowhere, dedicated to Arlene, the patron saint of Aaron City, the goddess of wisdom, the goddess of war and the goddess of virginity in the Olympus system.

Amon didn't want to go into the temple to attract the attention of the gods, he just stood in the square and couldn't help but nod his head to admire it. That magnificent marble architectural outline can't see a straight line, all four walls slightly curved, all columns slightly curved inward. Huge stone buildings, though heavy, appear to be light and agile, and temple buildings are also the result of people's wisdom.

Amon was looking out into the square, and suddenly a man came over and said, "Are you a foreigner? ”

Amon nodded, “Yes, I'm a driver from a foreign country. ”

This man didn't come to question Amon's identity, he just seemed to want to talk to someone, and then he asked: "Are you looking up at the temple, do you believe in gods? ”

The phrase made it difficult for Amon to answer, but he could only smile: "When you perceive your soul, you can witness the existence of a god. ”

At this time, there were more than three, two, two people around to see the crowd, and the man continued to ask, "Oh, how did you witness the existence of the god? Did you see the statue in the temple or did you hear the voice of the god? Have you ever seen a god himself, even if you hear his voice, how do you know it's not a hallucination, even if you see someone who claims to be a god, how do you prove that he is a god? ”

Amon slightly frowned. The atmosphere here is very open. Someone openly questioned the existence of the gods in the Temple Square and asked the expatriates on the side of the road. There are people waiting to see the noise. Amon asked, “Do you think there are spirits in the temple? ”

The man replied, "This question is too complicated, and human life is too short for me to know if there are any gods in the world. ”

Amon asked, “Then why are you asking me this question again? Do you want answers from me? ”

There were many people gathered around him, and he came to the spirit and opened his arms and shouted, “People passing by, I'm just asking a question. On what scale are we measuring everything in the world, the will of the gods? No! One thing is right and wrong, good and bad, depending on people's desires and needs. Isn't that what you think in your hearts? ”

When someone nods his head and says, "Do you think your desires and needs should be right, and the truth exists? People of Aaron City, the truth in the world is not determined by a referendum, by counting people. If you are convinced of the previous view, can you vote in the Citizens' Assembly to decide if a god exists? ”

The man successively put forward both positive and negative arguments, and some people in the audience had been questioned. Amon replied with a smile: "The temple stands here, and the people here have shown their choice in their way. And if you want to discuss the topic of existence today, you might want to say all your questions, but what you want to ask is -- if the god exists, what kind of existence should he be? To be honest, this is the first time I have encountered such a debate. Could you please tell me your name? ”

“My name is Bamenide," he answered. Outsiders, are you also a sage traveler? Please answer one more question. Can you tell me what doesn't exist? Can you describe something beyond thought and perception? When you think about something and use language to say it, there must be something. Can you really say something that doesn't exist? ”

Amon laughed again: "I think you've answered the question you asked. Why do people think? This is what the Spirit opens up to. They can imagine, aspire to, abstract intuitive insights into the vows of the soul, and look for their existence in a vast world. One of the answers to this question is what you call a god, even though you've been questioning a god, you're also assuming a god. ”

Bamenide couldn't help but blink and he used to pull arguments in the square, but I didn't expect this blind expatriate driver to respond like this.

Amon looked at him and looked through Bamenide's figure at the whole square. He quietly started a retrospective magic trick. It was as if the soul had witnessed a backward turn of time. He saw the "breath of memory” in the square. —— Numerous people have talked about a wide variety of topics here.

Ultimately, the eyes of this god stopped in a certain scene, decades ago, when an old man stopped the passers-by from asking questions in the same position.

The old man was swollen and dressed in a stained robe, but his musculoskeletal veins were extremely strong and he was a great samurai. His hair was messy, his garlic nose was not lifted, he was dressed in thin clothes in cold weather without feeling cold, and he was asking the passers-by -

“Does man have a soul? If so, can it be immortal? If it can be immortal, what kind of immortal soul is it? … why should someone have an immortal soul and why should someone refuse to acknowledge it? … what is the difference between one olive and another? Why isn't one cat another?

If your answer is that the colour of the fur is different from the pattern, what makes this difference? My lord, under your robe, what is the difference between flesh and blood and the passersby? How can you prove you're nobler if you've all been to an unknown place, or if your parents swapped babies at birth? … please answer another question, what is noble about this world? ”

Amon started the magic and saw the scene in his memory, smiling in his face, and asked him a series of questions that the old man had asked, trying to see how Bamenide was reacting in the same place in the square.

Bamenide's face changed and suddenly asked, "Who the hell are you, from Plato School? ”

One of the crowd shouted, "Oh, my God, Socrates' problem, that expatriate driver is possessed by Socrates' soul! ”

Somehow, the surrounding crowd suddenly dissipated, and Amon faced a surprised Bamenide. Amon asked with a smile, "Let's go back to your question. If I say I'm a god, do you believe me? ”

Bamenide was relieved and seemed to have slowed down and asked, “I don't believe it. Does it mean anything to you if you are a god? ”

Amon pointed to the distant temple: “It depends on what kind of god people need. Believe it or not, I'm standing right in front of you, and maybe I won't change anything. Your soul is the measure of the world, which is true, but it is also the measure of the world. You can care less about being out of the world, but you have to care about how you exist, and that's my answer. ”

At this time, the last person left by the audience did not leave, and couldn't help but interrupt and shout: "Don't you find it boring that a wagon man is discussing such issues in Temple Square? With this spare time, you might as well go to the store and make some extra money! ”

Amon laughed and turned to the person: “Thanks for the reminder, what is your name? ”

The man replied, "My name is Dewey! I just want to remind you that people learn everything to cope with their situation. Instead of thinking about these boring questions, listen to you should be a smart person and improve your situation. ”

When Bamenide heard it, someone answered the question and turned to Dewey: “In your opinion, the existence of a god is meaningless, and man lives only in his own perception and situation. Just like this driver, if he claims to be a god, if he's not your god, he doesn't exist, if he can give you the miracle you want, then he's a god, right? ”

Dewey shook his head: “I'm just reminding a driver what to do and I don't want to bullshit you. ”

Barneymond asked, “What do you do? ”

Dewey replied, "I enjoy watching the fun in Temple Square every day, listening to you people bullshit, it's my pleasure. ”

* * (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote on recommendations, monthly tickets (qidian.com) and your support is my biggest motivation.)