Malamud turned around suddenly, his pale hair floating in the air.

"who?"

And his questioning echoed in the golden hall.

One after another, repeating continuously.

The main hall is still noble, and the golden pillars are still flashing.

However, Malamed knew that the hall was different.

There was a man who was also in the legendary palace of Solomon with him, and might even be not far away from him.

He kept turning around in the hall and looked at every corner of the hall with his eyes.

"Who? Come out!"

"I've seen you."

Malamed's voice kept ringing in the hall.

"You're too noisy, young man."

Still the sound just now.

Behind you!

Malamod suddenly turned around.

In Maramud's vision.

On the pure gold platform in the middle of the hall, a man slowly walked down from the platform.

His tall figure does not look bloated, but instead reflects the unique temperament of a scholar.

The person who came was wearing a white robe, draped loosely on his body, covering his slender figure.

The appearance is completely in ancient Greek style, but it is a bit different.

His forearm stretched out from his white robe, revealing his strong arm muscles.

He wore two pure gold arm guards on his forearm, showing inexplicable nobility.

However, at this time, Malamed was already attracted by the eyes of the visitor.

What kind of eyes are they, like the wisdom of the bright sea of ​​stars floating and sinking in it.

Endless mystery and truth are leaping in it.

"Hello, young man."

Malamed's loss of consciousness was interrupted by an extremely magnetic voice.

The sound seemed to have been polished at the bottom of the cold pond for thousands of years, and every drop seemed to be shining with the brilliance of wisdom.

"Hello, who are you?"

Malamed couldn't help but use a respectful word, and he looked up.

In front of me was an old man full of wisdom. His gray hair and beard fell from his cheeks like the precipitation of time, and on the white hair was a hairband woven with olive branches.

The old man felt like he was immersed in the ocean of endless wisdom.

Just standing in front of him, you will know that he is the wisest person in this world.

"They called me King Solomon."

The old man's voice was heavy and magnetic, but it was as if it was a shocking stone, which suppressed Malamud.

"King Solomon?"

Malamed was stunned.

King Solomon?

The Lord is above, he can't have heard it wrong.

The person in front of him calls himself King Solomon?

King Solomon was a figure more than two thousand years ago.

"You said you are King Solomon?"

Malamed looked at the old man in front of him with a strange expression.

He could not imagine that the old man in front of him was King Solomon.

It was like a fairy tale.

"Why, kid, don't I look like that?"

Like a matte magnetic sound echoes in the golden palace.

The old man smiled and answered Malamud's words.

He slowly walked from the platform to Maramed and looked at Maramed's eyes.

"picture."

Malamed replied subconsciously.

The old man in front of him looks so much like King Solomon.

King of Wisdom, King of Solomon, can anyone have more wisdom than the old man in front of you?

Maramud could not have imagined.

"Because I was."

The old man's mouth was always smiling. His eyes were as bright as stars, and he looked at Malamed in a slightly relieved tone:

"I feel the feeling of the same race in you, and the faithful and unyielding faith, like the one formed by the prophet Moses and the Lord."

"It seems that faith has never been erased with time."

"etc!"

Malamed interrupted the old man's words.

"I'm still a little confused."

He looked up at the old man.

"You said you are King Solomon?"

"But King Solomon is a person from more than two thousand years ago. You said you lived for two thousand years?"

After looking at Malamud, the old man turned around and sat on the stairs of the platform. He looked down at Malamud and said:

"Has no one ever told you about the Temple of Solomon?"

"In legend, the temple of Solomon has been destroyed."

Malamed immediately said.

"It seems that the inheritance has been broken, so let me tell you that the Temple of Solomon is the place where the Ark of the Covenant is almost unlikely to be destroyed."

Speaking of this, the old man paused:

"But the Ark of the Covenant and the Ten Commandments were indeed taken away."

"So why does the history that remains says that the Ark of the Covenant was destroyed?"

Malamed was a little puzzled.

"For the Ark of the Covenant and the Ten Commandments were not recovered, then the Temple of Solomon itself was destroyed."

If existence loses its meaning, it is ruined.

The old man's meaning is extremely clear.

"The monarch at that time reached an agreement with me, and when the Ark of the Covenant and the Ten Commandments were regained, it was the time when the Temple of Solomon reappeared."

"Then he buried the temple of Solomon underground."

"This burial will last for two thousand years."

The old man's words seemed to have gone through a long period of time, and had been through two thousand years of wind and sand.

The vicissitudes contained in that kind of words are something that a person cannot pretend to be.

"But I still haven't waited for the return of the Ark of the Covenant and the Ten Commandments."

A trace of dull flashed in the old man's bright eyes, as if he was saddened by the absence of the Ark of the Covenant and the Ten Commandments.

"I woke up intermittently during these two thousand years."

"The last time I woke up, I was declining and the magic in the world was constantly exhausted, so I decided to wake up next time if the magic in the world recovered, I would come out to see what happened to this world, and also see if the Hebrews still remember the Holy Nothing they were looking for for over two thousand years."

"So, you saw me."

The old man saw Malamud again.

"It's been a long time since I've been here."
To be continued...