Chapter 448: Start Praying!

Honestly, Yan Fei was right.

The existence of the fully automatic prayer machine, besides alienating the meaning represented by the act of prayer, planting seeds of division, and pushing faith into the stagnant state of meaningless involution... is undoubtedly increasing the efficiency of prayer, accelerating the exploitation and erosion of the Holy Spirit and the cult, and even increasing the absorption efficiency of the Holy Spirit!

In terms of results, one hundred and twenty percent, it belongs to helping the enemy.

But he ignored one problem... when you want to help the enemy, does the enemy want you to help them?

The so-called prayer and faith is the process of the Holy Spirit gradually invading and swallowing the self of all believers; in this process, believers will gradually lose humanity and desires, and in the long-term sucking, they will gradually turn into empty shells, and the self and self-nature born and bred in countless souls will also merge with the Holy Spirit, becoming the resources for metamorphosis.

This Dream of the Yellow Millet is an invisible gluttonous feast...

Since it's delicious, he loves to eat, and likes to eat, then let him eat more.

Not afraid that he won't eat enough, just afraid that he won't be able to eat!

You know, eating more doesn't mean better development; it often leads to indigestion... unbridled gluttony can only catalyze a bloated mountain of meat that is difficult to move.

Especially in the field of metamorphosis, what is emphasized is purity and specialization, only me and only one—if it cannot be digested in time and absorbed completely, then the more self-nature and self gathered, the more it will plant seeds of consciousness division.

After seeing the parish, Ji Jue could already be sure: the hypocrisy under the brilliance, the fragility after strength, and even the limit hidden behind the appearance of omnipotence!

Prayer in focused meditation itself is already the maximum stripping of pollution in consciousness, trying to split out one's own self-nature as purely as possible, yet it has to be harvested in such a long-term way.

The reason, besides the maximum benefit brought by cutting while growing, is likely that it has already reached the limit that can be borne under the premise of maintaining self-purity!

This is not a deduction of catching wind and shadows, but a common conclusion reached by Ji Jue and Old Bao after deeply understanding the operation of the Chongguang Church from Yu Shu.

Since it is formed by gathering, it must also be shackled by the crowd!

You know, before this Dream of the Yellow Millet, there had been a very certain case in the present world—the Holy Spirit of the Chongguang Church!

Under the active dedication of countless metamorphosis pioneers, the existence formed by gathering countless faiths from good deeds and good fruits had never actively collected any faith.

Moreover, the Chongguang Church had to promote it countless times internally and externally: asking for gods is not as good as asking for oneself, admiring saints is not as good as loving people.

【The Holy Spirit is not a god】

If it were for faith, then don't step on this road from the beginning!

This medicine of faith, under the sugar coating, was poison that could not be stripped away from the beginning. After tasting one bite, one would want to drink more and more, and in the end, one couldn't stop at all.

Regardless of what state the Holy Spirit is in at this moment, it is absolutely impossible to be distracted. Otherwise, it wouldn't have been hidden for so long, and even after Wen Wen caused many destructions, there was no reaction.

"Simply put, Mr. Ji, you want to stuff him to death?" Yan Fei didn't quite understand.

"Unfortunately, can't stuff to death."

Ji Jue shook his head regretfully, "At most, it's just losing self-nature and falling into chaos. However, before that, one cannot rule out the possibility that he will harden his heart to cut meat, destroy a part of believers first, and reduce the efficiency of prayer and sacrifice."

"Ah?"

Yan Fei was even more confused: "But can he, can he not eat?"

"This is the problem..."

Bao Dacai grinned and laughed strangely; as an artisan specializing in this, he was even more certain than Ji Jue: "Things like faith and prayer are about mutual willingness, just like marriage.

Once a relationship is established, it is impossible for him to unilaterally want not to pay grain.

Even if he doesn't eat, when believers pray, the sacrifice offered will still be stuffed into his mouth, stuffing and stuffing, until he vomits!

If he refuses to pray, then conversely, faith will waver... once the relationship breaks, it's not something that can be reunited by using children as an excuse."

"Don't understand, and it feels more complicated!"

Yan Fei habitually wanted to get angry; he had a feeling of being looked down upon in IQ; these two, the Green Fogey and the Old Fogey, were always saying things he couldn't understand!

Bao Dacai sighed: "It's like this if you have no culture."

"Hmm, indeed." Ji Jue nodded, "It is indeed difficult to communicate with people who haven't been to school."

"So what if I haven't been to school!" Yan Fei glared.

"Then make up for the lessons."

Ji Jue decided indifferently, "Anyway, since you have nothing to do, review the past and learn the new; start with math? Old fogey, you too?"

"Me?" Bao Dacai shrugged, "I forgot it long ago, Strange Tale Alchemy doesn't care about these."

"Oh, almost forgot, you are still a remnant of ancient alchemy." Orthodox modern artisan Ji Jue waved his hand disdainfully: "Then fine, I'll do math, physics and chemistry are not here, then open a course on mechanical processing in the camp, you do grammar and foreign languages?"

"I don't mind." Bao Dacai nodded.

"I mind!" The little fogey was furious, anxious, sweating profusely: "When did I say I wanted to take lessons?!"

"What to do after going out without lessons? Learn to be a gangster?"

Ji Jue, who was walking in front, glanced back at him: "Mixing in society without culture will die faster; a guy who can't even handle the college entrance exam has no hope of becoming a big boss in this life. At the very least, you have to be able to find a factory to screw bolts, right?

Otherwise, after so many years, if there is no progress, do you want your brother to look down on you too?"

"I..."

Yan Fei's expression stiffened, dazed, anger and hope mixed together, twitching: "My brother he..."

"If you can take back the self from the Holy Spirit, perhaps there is a possibility of recovery." Ji Jue walked in front, saying carelessly: "But there will be some sequelae, I'm afraid it will need care at that time, and it will need more money, possibly a very large sum of money."

Ji Jue counted on his fingers, "Hmm, it's about the number that you, who are now, might not be able to gather even if you sell blood and organs. After all, a brat who is useless except for throwing tantrums and fighting can't be sold for much price, can only find more strengths from other places.

Of course, if you are not willing, I don't need to be self-indulgent..."

"I'll learn!"

Yan Fei raised his voice, grabbing Ji Jue's sleeve: "I'm willing to learn anything! Mr. Ji, don't worry, I... I can endure hardship."

Ji Jue turned his head and looked at that expectant face, in the anger of his eyes, a wisp of gentle phantom light seemed to emerge again.

Immediately, smiled silently.

Stroking his head, he stuffed the last piece of malt candy into his hand.

"Eat candy first." He said, "Children should eat more candy."

"Mr. Ji..." Yan Fei chewed the candy, wanting to speak but stopping.

"What's wrong?"

"Candy doesn't taste good..."

"It doesn't matter."

Ji Jue smiled gently, "Soon you will think it tastes good."

"Ah?"

Yan Fei at that time was ignorant, chewing candy, his eyes still carrying innocent light.

Unaware that the days he would suffer... were still ahead.

A week later, the light in Yan Fei's eyes was gone.

Countless tragic precedents tell us that when adults are bored, children become adults' toys. Especially since both of them are artisans, there are even more ways to play.

Ravaging the mind, torturing the flesh, instilling consciousness...

From force-feeding to corporal punishment, the little fogey who used to make dogs shake their heads in the camp now only has foam coming out of his mouth every day, falling to death in the deep pit of Imperial and Federation languages, and then drowning in the vast ocean of math and mechanical engineering principles, unable to seek life or death; now seeing the Border Prison is like heaven.

He used to hold a hammer and everyone looked like a nail. Now that his brain is stuffed with various formulas, he can perform axial stretching calculations even when spitting foam.

The progress is not insignificant.

It's just that the person seems to be a bit dead.

And just when the light in the boy's eyes was lost, the priest's eyes were full of light!

In his watery big eyes, there was only a craving for faith and a yearning for performance.

"Brother, brother..."

He grabbed Ji Jue's hand, crying bitterly: "It was my fault before, you must not blame me, that Holy Seal, do you still have it? Give me some more... give me some more, okay!"

In just one short week, the priest who was once high and unreachable was now grabbing Ji Jue's hand, thirsty and tearful, as if ants were crawling all over his body.

In his bright heart at this moment, there was no self at all; all he could think about was how to make others pray more!

After testing the effect of the fully automatic prayer machine on random test subjects, after tossing and turning for a night, he began to distribute Holy Seals to the believers in his holy hall.

Unexpectedly, in just less than a week, the faith quota of the previous month had almost been reached!

The results that Ji Jue had 'bragged' about before were converted into terrifying results, placed right before his eyes.

No longer able to ignore and be silent.

Before this, even for fanatics, an efficiency of praying for eight or nine hours a day with full concentration was already incredible, but since wearing Ji Jue's fully automatic prayer machine, one could pray for twenty-four hours a day, praying, praying, praying while walking, sitting, lying, eating, drinking, and going to the toilet!

Calculating this way, in a year, one could save up at least a week of exchange time for the realm of extreme happiness! Almost on par with the priest's benefits!

When had everyone experienced such terrifying speed?!

This made them have to work overtime, forget food and sleep, and pray to death?!

Even if the priest ordered repeatedly, it could only make them take off the Holy Seal when sleeping, and even, as long as they tried the exaggerated persistence and huge flow of the fully automatic prayer machine once, they couldn't go back at all!

It was only a few short days.

When the user lost the Holy Seal and relied on their own hands to pray, they would always feel tasteless, missing the abundant feeling when the Holy Seal was still there, and their hearts would become itchier and itchier, wanting more and more, and longing more and more for the Holy Seal to return...

Yet, the effect of the Holy Seal in their hands seemed to be getting worse and worse.

With more and more frequent use, it gradually lost its luster.

As if it had been broken.

To the point that the more they prayed, the less taste they had, and occasionally remembering the roughness that made people afraid at the beginning, they couldn't help but long for...

So, are there any more?

Give me some, give me some!

"Don't worry, brother, there are."

Ji Jue's smile was meaningful: "You didn't say it all along, I thought you didn't want it; what kind of relationship do we have, you just need to say it, right?

It's just that you want it, right?" ===== CHAPTER 449 =====