The mystery of sacrifice

It was getting late when Mora came out of the pond, but all the people who participated in the sacrifice had no impatient, because they all knew that there would be an extremely amazing prophet to sacrifice at the newly built altar.

As for what kind of amazing person this prophet who had never met was, not many people knew it. But many people already knew that the "demon god" who could let them die or die at will was actually very respectful to the prophet who was said to be just a young man.

All of the people standing by the altar remained silent, even when they were put on the altar, they tried not to make any sound - this was not because they feared the gods, but because if someone showed an unsanctuary expression during the sacrifice, it was almost inevitable to be killed under the altar.

Finally, when it was almost dark, Mora came to the altar with Mahdai and Raja. Looking at the neatly arranged sacrifice, Mora nodded and expressed his satisfaction.

Lagar asked, "My Prophet, we came according to the requirements of the national sacrifices of this country. I wonder if we are inconsistent with the requests of the gods you are going to pray for us?"

When Mora heard this, he suddenly laughed a few times and said, "This world is created by God. You said that you would sacrifice the things of God to God for blessings or promises. What would the God think?"

This question suddenly stumped the two who were already powerful warriors. If ordinary people asked them this question, they could try to think of an answer, but a very favored prophet who can only be achieved by the most devout believers of God would actually ask such a question!

If it weren't for watching Morra's divine light in the night, Mahdai and Lajia would even wonder if Morra had begun to betray his faith!

Morra did not puzzle them for too long, "For God the Father, sacrifice is nothing but a ritual. It has no meaning in itself. The key to sacrifice is the heart of the person who sacrifices! A person with all kinds of thoughts that are incompatible with the God he sacrifices, then no matter how beautiful the sacrifice is, he will not receive any blessing in the end, and will even be cursed."

Seeing Mahdai and Lagar seemed to understand, Mora explained carefully to be more safe, “So, as long as there is no evil or dirty thing in the sacrifice, the key to the success of the sacrifice is the piousness of the sacrificer’s thoughts.”

After pausing for a moment, letting them think carefully about what they said, Mora said again: "In the sacrifice, the main function of the priest or the prophet is to communicate with the gods. However, since you are already powerful people, after the passage with the gods is opened, you will tell your prayers to the gods."

After saying that, Mora said to the person standing by the altar, "Pour the water on the sacrifice until the water fills the ditch at the altar."

The person standing there was a big surprise, but no one asked anything, just wondering: Could this prophet be not a fire sacrifice but a water sacrifice?

When the water filled the ditch beside the altar, Mora said to Mahdai and Raja: "What is your heart, what is your sacrifice. Come with me."

After saying that, Mora stood at the altar, put the stick that had never left his hand next to him, and then knelt on the altar to pray. The divine light on his body became more and more obvious, and even a bright flame seemed to be ignited in the night. All those who stood by the altar retreated involuntarily. None of them could be calm and fearless in the face of this holy light!

Even Mahdai and Raja wanted to escape again, but Mora's words were still in their ears just now - the key to sacrifice was the heart of the sacrificer, not the priest or the prophet.

To endure all the dark privacy in his heart, Mahdai mustered the strength of his powerful warrior, stepped forward and took a step forward, knelt on one knee, and made a wish in the sky above the altar!

"I have just heard of the gods but have never known, may your name be blessed by all people, and your glory spread throughout the earth. I, the son of a prostitute who was abandoned by my tribe, pray to you today. If you can save the life of my dearest sister, Yingeli, I will exchange my life for her days. But since you have told me to be righteous through your prophets, I am willing to do it, but only ask you to save my family. Mahdai, worship sincerely, and if you disobey your wishes, you will be punished by you."

On the other side, Raja seemed to have experienced a great inner battle. Compared to the powerful Mahde, he still couldn't let go of things in his heart. However, after all his efforts, he stood up and trembled into the area where the divine light spread on Mora's body, but he had no strength to do more words. He just rushed to Mahde's side, shouted: "Same wish!" and then fainted.

After the coma of Lagar, the altar filled with someone suddenly burst into flames, instantly burning all the sacrifices to ashes, and even the water in the ditch near the altar was burned completely!

All those who came out of the altar to watch and stand were shocked. Although such miracles were heard, they saw with their own eyes that so many sacrifices soaked in water were suddenly burned out. They all retreated in fear that the fire on the altar would suddenly come down from the altar and burn them all.

Mora waited until all the sacrifices were burned out and whispered a verse in the code: "Our God is a fire!" Then he said to Mahdai, who was still respectful to him, "Go back, I will continue my journey."

Morra, Mahdai and Raja who had just woken up were walking back when several female warriors suddenly ran from afar, "Chief! The second leader is awake! And it's all gone!"

After hearing this, Mahdai suddenly turned into a strong wind and disappeared from the people. La Jia followed closely, but he had just suffered a great psychological torture, so he was a little slower.
Chapter completed!