There is no real understanding of the meaning of Solomon's temple to the Jews.

That is the foundation of their faith and nation.

In history, after the first temple, Solomon Temple, was destroyed, they rebuilt the second temple on the ruins.

Unexpectedly, hundreds of years later, the Second Temple was burned by the Romans and the only thing that was left was this wall.

For a long time, Jews exiled to all over the world will return to this wall that symbolizes Jewish faith and suffering and pray in a low voice, mourning to commemorate the glory of the nation and the vicissitudes of history in the past. Over time, it has been called the "wailing wall".

Just the side left by the Second Temple is so attached and valued.

What's more, the first temple in front of you - the Temple of Solomon.

Under the dense night, the towering hall as majestic as a mountain rose from the ground, surrounded by endless light, like the entrance to the paradise on earth.

Under the night, everyone was stunned.

Before the synagogue, Abdul and Malamede fluttered in the storm.

"No, didn't it mean that the First Temple was looted and burned in history?"

Abdul looked at the majestic palace in front of him and said blankly.

In history, 344 after Solomon's death, the Babylonian king Nebuchadnese led his cavalry to capture Jerusalem.

They burned the magnificent temple with a fire, and from then on, the once prosperous Jerusalem turned into a burnt ruin.

Then, the Jewish people built the second temple on the ruins. If the first temple, the Temple of Solomon, was not destroyed, then why build the second temple?

Abdul was a little confused.

"However, anything can happen in the age of mythology!"

"Maybe it just ransacked and did not destroy it."

Abdul murmured to himself.

With envy in his heart, what appeared was that the temple of the Jewish clan was not his.

Allah, have you abandoned us?

Abdul looked at Solomon's Temple in a daze.

And Malamed beside him could no longer hear the words around him.

Malamed, who had reached a very high level among the priests, walked tremblingly into the dazzling palace in front of him.

step.

Another step.

He seemed to be narrowing his distance from history and the footsteps of his national foundation.

It was like welcoming this devout old man, in front of the golden palace in the pure white light, the falling rocks scattered on the earth scattered, leaving a road.

The end of the road spreads to Maramud's feet.

Maramud walked on the road towards the hall, neither fast nor slow.

His eyes were full of piety.

"The glory of many years has been erased in the unspeakable time, but our watch and faith will never change at all times, just like that temple, the ark of the covenant that symbolizes the Jewish clan and the Lord, and the Ten Commandments have never been erased from our hearts..."

It was like a chant in distant history, coming from Malamed's mouth.

His voice is sometimes far and sometimes close, sometimes like a humming in the ears of a person, sometimes like a shout in the sky.

Under the voice of Maramed, the Jews in Jerusalem began to chant this ancient oath poem together intermittently.

The sound is getting louder and louder.

The momentum is becoming more and more majestic.
Chapter completed!