You said you could kill the evil spirits without me, why are you crying now?

Chapter 160 Do you really think your child can be chosen as the Son of God or the Servant of God?
In the White Elephant Empire, every parent brings his or her own child.

For most people in the White Elephant Empire,

They lived a hard life, just like a dragon giving birth to a dragon, a phoenix giving birth to a phoenix, but a mouse's son can only dig holes.

However, as evil spirits invaded the White Elephant Empire and found their own gods,
The gods began to search throughout the empire for a suitable son of God to inherit the throne.

This large-scale search for the Son of God,

It doesn't care about your background at all, which gives many ordinary people hope of turning their fortunes around.
So he took his child to the temple to register regardless of everything.

Some families even went to great lengths to collect the travel expenses.

I would sell everything I had to scrape together enough money to take my children to give it a try.

Because if you don't try,
Perhaps there will never be another opportunity like this that will allow the entire family to completely turn things around from generation to generation.

At this moment, the calls began.

The order manager held a megaphone and shouted, "Children from number one to one thousand, line up now and enter the hall.

Even if your children cannot become sons of God, they may have the opportunity to become servants of God.

Taking care of the gods and their sons is also a good job.

So there are still a lot of opportunities.”

"God, please bless my child to be chosen. Even if he cannot become the Son of God, at least he can become a servant of God."

"My child has been extremely intelligent since he was young. If he had not been bound by that damn surname, he would have been successful long ago."

"Success or failure depends on this one move. If my child succeeds this time, I'm afraid those people in the village will never let me pay off my debts again."

The parents whose names were called were extremely emotional, and some even had tears in their eyes.

One by one, they knelt down outside the cordon, clasped their hands together,
He kept praying for God's blessing, muttering to himself.

Some even kept knocking their heads, and their foreheads soon became red and swollen.

No one present would laugh because everyone had the same faith and prayers.

“Look at these lowly surnames.

I really think that my child can be chosen as the son of God or the servant of God.

They don’t even consider the weight of their own children.”

On the other side, the crowd parted and several people from the White Elephant Empire dressed in luxurious clothes came over.
They were surrounded by a group of bodyguards in black, and it was obvious that these people had extraordinary status in the White Elephant Empire.

The one who spoke was a middle-aged man in luxurious clothes.

Next to him stood a boy, who, like the middle-aged man, had an arrogant demeanor and held his chin high.

He looked at the children around him with a condescending attitude, raised the number in his hand, and said proudly: "I got number one.

While you were still getting up early and staying up late to grab the numbers, my father only needed to move his fingers and someone would automatically bring the number plates to him.

Life is like this. When you are still running hard, I have already been waiting for you at the finish line.

But I am still looking forward to having one of you become my servant.”

The people of the White Elephant Empire around were angry but dared not say anything, and they pulled their children to the other side.

In this White Elephant Empire, surname determines everything.

The high-ranking surnames controlled 90% of the resources of the White Elephant Empire.

The lower-ranking surnames could only get the scraps left by the higher-ranking surnames, which was the remaining 10%. The surname system was extremely strict and no one could resist it.

This situation has been deeply rooted for a long time, and people with low-level surnames have been living like this for generations.

After their parents left the venue, the children whose numbers were called lined up obediently.
One after another, they walked towards the temple.
At the front of the team there are other order managers responsible for guiding them.

Every child's eyes were filled with panic, anxiety, tension, worry and doubt.
They had no idea what the adults were doing at the moment.
Some of the children even had red eyes, looking around in fear. The hall of fate that awaited them was dim, with only a few candles flickering with tiny lights.

After the children lined up, they walked into the hall in front together.

A "crunch" sound,
The two heavy doors were slammed shut.

"The sons and servants chosen by the gods must be the best among their peers.
Therefore, the length of time for selection is also different.

Some may take longer, some may take shorter, so don't worry.
Once the results are out, we will inform you promptly.

Some parents who can’t wait can return to their own resting places first.”

The order manager holding a megaphone shouted loudly.

"How long will it take?" a parent asked.

"At the latest, when the sun rises tomorrow, if you are chosen, you will become a servant or son of God serving the gods."

The order manager responded with a smile.

……

The temple was built extremely grandly, and after the children entered, they stood there obediently.

After the staff member who led them in closed the two heavy doors,

He left through a remote little door.

Some older children even heard the sound of the remote little door being chained from the outside. They didn't understand and couldn't figure it out.

The children looked around. On the walls around them were exquisite works of art, depicting patterns of gods from the White Elephant Empire, or as if they were stories about gods.

Colorful, brilliant and lifelike.

"Look! The gods and mythical beasts in the paintings on the wall are moving."

A child about eight or nine years old shouted.

"Yes, hey, it seems to be moving. Could it be that the god is inside the wall?"

another child asked innocently.

The more sensible children knelt down directly.

Imitating the adults outside, I put my hands together and prayed: "God, please choose me.
My family is really poor.

The house has been in disrepair for many years, and there are cracks in the walls.
When it rains, water seeps into the house and my bed has mold on it.”

When he came, he had already heard from the adults at home,

The purpose of this journey is to hope to become the child of the majestic god.

If he could be chosen, he would have the supreme status in the entire White Elephant Empire.

It is no exaggeration to say that you can get whatever you want.

Not only for his family, he also longs to become that kind of person.

“A bunch of country bumpkins definitely can’t understand it, I’ve seen this mural in a book.

This is a story about a magical city, about Patna, a city in the middle reaches of the Ganges.

A cultural centre that flourished due to the grace of Lord Shiva.

The story involves God's gift, human suffering and ultimate redemption, showing the interaction between God and man in the myth of the white elephant. "

The rich kid from earlier, with his hands behind his back, began to tell the story in a proud and arrogant manner.

(End of this chapter)