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"Who are you? Come to assemble the claws?" (Who are you? What are you here to do?)
Jiang Lu looked at those simple big eyes and was speechless for a moment.
He didn't even know what he was doing.
After thinking for a while, he replied: "If it's okay, I'll take a walk."
Plasticine looked at Jiang Lu warily up and down, and then asked: "You look different from me? Are you from outside?"
This weird conversation made Jiang Lu feel a little weird.
What about the fantasy spiritual realm we talked about? Why is it that it's obviously a slime-like thing, but it feels so familiar and friendly as soon as I speak.
Fantasy spiritual realm? Realistic spiritual realm!
"Well... it's true that I'm from another place." Jiang Lu scratched his head: "But if everyone here looks like you, even if they are from another place, they may look a little different from me..."
"It makes sense." Plasticine pondered for a moment, and then seemed to think of something, and suddenly became excited: "Ya'er, Japanese mother, you are probably a foreign friend!"
Chapter 221 The Language of God
"That's... no problem."
Jiang Lu nodded, agreeing with the other party's statement.
Theoretically, for the creature in front of him, he can even call him an alien friend.
But the only strange thing is, why does the other party speak Sichuan dialect?
Jiang Lu asked tentatively with doubts: "Well, fellow, let me ask, where are you?"
"You started running over here, but you don't know where you are going?"
"To tell you the truth, I'm actually lost." Jiang Lu opened his mouth.
Hearing this, the other party nodded slowly: "I guess so. It's a bit tricky to criticize Gui'er and let's restrain him."
“So the place name here is…”
"This place didn't have a name originally. It was the village chief who named it Juhua Village." The other party paused and continued: "Actually, we couldn't help but move here later."
"Why move?"
"I don't know either. The village chief just moved when he asked me to move."
The other party spread his hands, looking unconcerned.
He was obviously very convinced of the village chief he was talking about. As long as the village chief said it, he would do it. As for the reason, it didn't matter at all.
This attitude also aroused Jiang Lu's curiosity.
He asked again: "Does anyone else know?"
"I don't know. Maybe some people know about it, right? The main reason is that no one cares. Anyway, at least I have never asked about it, and there is no one to talk about it." The other party replied.
This situation seemed a bit abnormal to Jiang Lu.
This is no longer a question of belief or disbelief, it feels like a bit of blind obedience.
This made the well-informed Jiang Lu wonder whether the village chief was some evil church leader who had brainwashed these villagers.
Although I don't know if they have brains.
"If it's convenient, can you let me meet your village chief?"
Jiang Lu asked tentatively.
He originally thought that it might be difficult to meet the village chief, who had a very transcendent status in the village, but who knew that the other party immediately agreed:
"Okay, I'll take you there. I happen to be going there too."
"Thank you very much."
After that, the other party used the suction cup-like appendages at the bottom of his body to slide on the ground, leading Jiang Lu deeper into the village.
After looking at the slime on the ground, Jiang Lu followed with expressionless steps.
Soon, he followed the plasticine to a temple-like building.
The small square in front of the temple was filled with people, or rather filled with plasticine. It was estimated that there were hundreds of them, pink and pink, and they were crowded together. Jiang Lu couldn't help but feel that this scene seemed familiar.
He took a deep breath: "Jelly Bean Man!"
"Who is he?" Plasticine turned around and asked.
"Nothing, I said to myself."
"Oh."
Looking past the crowd, Jiang Lu saw at a glance a lump of plasticine that looked different from ordinary people sitting on a strange-looking chair at the entrance of the temple.
Although he looks like everyone else, he is clearly receiving homage from others.
The man below looked very fanatical, but he didn't seem to care. He just closed his eyes and muttered some words with unknown meaning in his mouth.
"Banana, bathhouse, drunk, dog, dad..."
Every time he chanted a word, the people below repeated it loudly.
Like a child learning to talk, he looked indescribably awkward.
"Do these words have any special meaning?"
Jiang Lu asked.
But his confusion has not yet been answered.
When he turned around, he saw that the plasticine that had brought him over had already started repeating it attentively. He seemed to be unable to hear even Jiang Lu was talking to him.
Jiang Lu was silent for a moment: "This is definitely the leader of the evil church, right?"
Jiang Lu had no choice but to wait patiently and at the same time observe carefully to see some clues.
And this process that was infinitely close to preaching did not last long, and the plasticine on the stage quickly ended the recitation.
But just when Jiang Lu thought it was over, who knew that the man switched to Sichuan dialect again, and then repeated what he had just said all over again.
How to do it? We can only continue to wait.
Throughout the process, Jiang Lu tried extremely hard to decipher the meaning of these words, but no matter how hard he tried, he never got the point.
There is no connection between these words at all, and there is no logic between words at all.
There were very few things that made Jiang Lu feel abstract, except for the words and obtuse angles he heard.
After hearing this, Jiang Lu felt a little uncomfortable.
Fortunately, this weird ritual finally ended before Jiang Lu's patience was completely worn out.
"That's it for today's study. Let's go back and do whatever we need to do."
The plasticine on the stage stood up, gave a brief explanation to everyone, turned around and walked into the temple.
The people in the audience all looked like they were still unfinished, as if they had gained a lot from this process and had some aftertaste.
The plasticine that brought Jiang Lu here finally recovered from his immersion, smacked his mouth, and reviewed the words just now.
Noticing that he had returned to normal, Jiang Lu asked again: "Is there any special relationship between these words?"
"What kind of special relationship can there be?" Plasticine asked curiously.
Jiang Lu was very surprised by this answer: "But you just looked so intoxicated?"
"Because Le Ge is the language of the kingdom of God."
Plasticine explained:
"To learn the language of the kingdom of God, you must be pious and sincere, and you will be spiritual."
"The...language of the Kingdom of God?"
"My opponent, our village chief learned it and then taught it to us." Plasticine said: "You may not know that we had no language before, could not speak at all, and could only do some simple communication. It was the village chief who taught us say."
"Is that why he is so respected?" Jiang Lu thought thoughtfully.
It turns out that he was not brainwashed or mentally controlled. Although having language sounds very ordinary, if the people here could not speak or communicate before, and the village chief taught them, then it seems that they would be treated like this. That makes sense.
However, when Plasticine heard this, he retorted: "Not only that, the village chief always knows a lot of things. In our opinion, he is omnipotent and there is nothing he can't do."
Jiang Lu nodded: "No wonder so many people came to worship him just now and were so enthusiastic about him."
"Ah?" Plasticine was stunned for a moment, and then quickly explained:
"That's weird, the one just now is not the village chief, but just the village chief's assistant. The village chief usually doesn't teach us in person, he is busy at home deciphering the new language of the Kingdom of God so that he can teach it to us.
If it were him, I'm afraid everyone wouldn't be just a little enthusiastic. "
"Can it be more exaggerated..."
Jiang Lu was really shocked.
Just now those plasticine fans were even more fanatical than Laoda. It’s hard to imagine that the object of this enthusiasm is just the village chief’s assistant. It’s a sign of love for everyone.
God knows if the village chief himself would be so exciting that people would go into shock in public.
Thinking of this, Jiang Lu couldn't help but murmured in his heart: "In this case, would it be difficult to meet the village chief?"
"It's okay. The village chief himself doesn't have any airs. You can see him anytime you want. It's just that we are too embarrassed to bother him when we have nothing to do. But you are in a special situation, so you won't be in trouble."
"That's good." Jiang Lu breathed a sigh of relief.
Seeing the prestige of the village chief and learning about his achievements, Jiang Lu also put away some of his playful thoughts and no longer looked down upon them just because this species looked simple.
He knows how to respect civilization.
He has always had respect for the people who brought the inheritance of language and communication to similar people.
You know, the more common something seems to people, the more it proves that it has become a part of our lives. So you can imagine how much impact it will have on life if this part is stripped away?
It is no exaggeration to say that the results must have been devastating.
Flames and words are the origins of civilization, so it is conceivable that after thousands of years, the civilization that develops from this village will definitely praise this village chief as another Cangjie and Promi. A mythical hero like Hughes.
Living up to his expectations, Jiang Lu soon met the village chief, whom he couldn't help but respect.
Not surprisingly, the village chief looks like other plasticine.