Comprehensive network wizard, magic emperor.

Chapter 50 I Wait for the Moon Beside Me

The figure in the rain gradually approached, and the old priest had to deliberately control his breathing, for fear that a quick breath would blow out the bright and dazzling whale oil lamp.

His breath sprayed on the glass and turned into pale mist. He hurriedly raised his hand and wiped it clean with his sleeve. At this time, the three-eyed skull had already come close.

Through a layer of glass, the old priest's face, carved by time, was filled with a deep sense of satisfaction, and his smile was extremely bright.

He quickly opened the door, stepped into the rain, slowly waded through the puddles, and approached the Miracle Walker step by step. He knelt down under the gaze of the three-eyed skull, bathed in the cold strong wind, clasped his hands against his chin, bowed his head and recited prayers.

A faint sound of electricity blew out from under the mask, dissolving into the desolate cry of rain, farther away than a sigh. The wizard raised his hand and pressed the old priest's shoulder, then activated the word spirit.

"(Mantra) Bones."

The old priest could feel a surge of power running through his body. It seemed as if the skin and flesh were no longer covered with bones, but cold iron and stone. A faint numbness swept through every nerve ending.

Then, his skeleton stood up at the wizard's command, his muscles limply attached to his bones, without any effort to resist the force.

Now, like a puppet on a string, he stepped back, and the miracle worker stepped forward, returning from the rain-drenched earth to the bright and fragrant room.

boom.

The door closed, blocking out the clamor from the outside world.

A hoarse electric current echoed again from beneath the three-eyed skull mask. The soaked clothing on both men began to wrinkle, moisture gathering at the cuffs and hems, trickling down to the ground in tiny waterfalls. The clothes were dry again, with only a faint dampness, and the chill no longer eroded their skin.

The old man regained control of his body, turned his head to glance at the hand on his shoulder, then looked up at the miracle walker. The candlelight and the light were reflected in his gray lake green eyes, and the tears that seeped out melted into an extremely happy look.

"You're here. I knew you'd come again, but you... you really are here."

The old priest blinked hard, gradually regaining his calm and composed expression, and calming down from the mental turmoil of feeling the miracle happening to him.

The Miracle Walker raised his hand and pressed down on the mask.

The old man kept saying, "No, no, you don't have to take it off. It's fine like this. Whether you are wearing a mask or returning to your true appearance, our respect and love for you will not be any different."

Lin Bo turned off the voiceprint eraser and asked, "Do you know who I am?"

"Yes. After all, Stone Spire Town only has one member from a foreign land. Before he arrived in Lighthouse, it was just a poor, boring town. Mortals were born and raised here, grew old from injuries and illnesses, and died in accidents. There were no miracles, no divine grace."

"People in the town seem to be looking forward to seeing me." Lin Bo talked about the unusual situation.

"Yes, I, under the guise of the old man, have presented you before the people in your current form as the traveler appointed by the Five Gods to perform miracles on earth. I made this decision without authorization, and I still feel guilty about it. I hope you will forgive me."

"I am also a member of the old man's sect. You are right." Lin Bo waved his hand. He had originally intended to act in the name of religion, and the old priest's words coincided with his own.

As they began to talk, the solemn and secretive atmosphere in the room gradually relaxed, as if it was a scene of old friends who had not seen each other for many years meeting unexpectedly, and in addition to their joy, they lamented the wonderful arrangement of fate for each other.

The old priest rubbed his hands, wiped the stool with his sleeve, and asked the miracle worker to sit down at the table with incense burners and candlesticks.

Lin Bo looked at the rain outside the window and thought that tonight would probably be peaceful, so he sat down and took some time to chat with the religious representative from a small place in an identity that was well known to both of them but kept secret.

The old priest insisted on standing beside the table and refused to sit with him. He then earnestly told him about how he had stolen the Five Gods Tapestry that morning and described what he had said to the people of Stone Tower Town.

Lin Bo just listened, nodding in agreement from time to time.

After the old man finished speaking, the room returned to silence. For the next several minutes, no one spoke. Candlelight flickered, smoke drifted from the incense burner. Amid the clattering sound of falling rain, my thoughts surged like a small boat drifting.

The old priest finally couldn't help asking, "What do you ask of the world?"

If we consider an organization as a giant, then its ideology predates its flesh and blood. This ideology is the organization's goal, its principles, and its beliefs, while the flesh and blood are the shells of its followers. A gathering without a goal is merely a carnival. A purposeful gathering is the beginning of a frenzy.

Now the followers of the Miracle Walker have gathered in the Stone Tower Town of Hurricane, and are only one step away from the birth of the secret sect. When Lin Bo tells his ambitions, the giant who is floating in the chaos of human minds will wake up, break out of the shell, and create the world.

A person can say a hundred million words in his life, but only one or two of them carry the weight of a thousand words. Because once they are spoken, some things will change forever.

Just like the birth of a sect, like the establishment of a country, it all started with a word from a leader.

The beginning of that sentence is often surprisingly similar.

"I want..." Lin Bo suddenly remembered his idea not long ago, to control the military forces of the world. He smiled. These words were just for the ownership of violence, but as a program it was far from enough.

He needs to make a promise and draw a blueprint for the future world, even if it is a lie, like the nautical chart that tricks people out to sea. As long as people are willing to believe and follow, the lie will gain the power of reality.

I want all the people in the world to enjoy abundant medical care and food, to have a stable home, not to die from hunger and disease, and not to wander homeless. All of this will happen on earth, not in the sky where God resides.

"I want every one of them to be able to create wealth through their labor, to gain the joy of changing the world, and to become self-loving, healthy, and upright beings. This is regardless of gender, age, or age.

"I will allow those who follow me to gain knowledge and power, dignity and wealth. One day, I will lead you to touch the miracle."

Although Lin Bo considered and hesitated, when he opened his mouth, the words came out in one go without any pause or hesitation.

The old priest listened attentively and muttered to himself, engraving every word in his old mind.

After a moment, the priest looked up and said, "Are you planning to seize power from the Evin royal family? I will do my best to convey your will within the church and have the priests gather support for you among the people."

"Don't be anxious." Lin Bo smiled gently, "Let's start here first, starting with the elderly believers and asking them if they are willing to follow."

"So we're setting up a sect within the religion, and we want to keep it secret?"

"Yes. There is no need to publicize my power." Lin Bo hoped that the old priest could let the townspeople keep this common secret. It was not the time to expand the influence yet. The newly established sect was like a baby bird leaving the nest or a seed sprouting. It still needed time to grow.

"No one here will betray Miracle, unless they want to endure the fate of being abandoned by Stone Tower Town." The old priest's tone was firm and resolute.

Lin Bo suddenly asked, "Why are you going to such great lengths? Is it just out of gratitude?"

The old priest was startled, then said: “You saved my life, even if my youth has turned into embers, I will keep the last flame burning for you.

“This is the fate of mortals, born as aimless flies, with only the moonlight of faith to keep us moving in the dark night.

"I have believed in the Five Gods my entire life, diligently studied the scriptures, and several times thought I had found my soul's home, but when I witnessed the tragic deaths of good people, I fell back into confusion and spent thousands of days and nights in confusion and mediocrity.

"Now, fate has finally allowed me to meet you before my death. The power that can redeem everything is right beside me. I am no longer afraid of the darkness after death.

"You are the moon I will pursue for the rest of my life."

The wizard stopped asking questions after hearing this. He stood up and prepared to leave. The night was still long and the hurricane had not yet subsided. He didn't know how many families would be affected by the disaster.

"Miracle Worker, your sect should have a name." The old priest reminded hurriedly.

"Since it was founded in Stone Tower Town, let's call it the Tower Guardians." He chuckled softly, perhaps thinking the name was too ordinary and lacked any miraculous connotations. "Let's call it that. There's nothing wrong with it. See you at the gathering on Thursday."

"You won't be on night watch tomorrow?"

"There's no need, because the hurricane is leaving." The three-eyed skull stroked the mask, filtering the tail end into a faint electric noise. He pushed the door open and walked into the roaring rainy night. The whale oil lamp rose into the sky and turned into a faint blue star.

(End of this chapter)