The incense made by the high priest was different from each other, but they all had one thing in common, which was that they could make people feel the call of the gods!
It was a very strange feeling. When the believers sat together with their eyes closed, listening to the high priest's incomprehensible but rhythmic prayers, and everything around them gradually changed, people would believe that the gods really existed.
If you said they didn't exist, then why were they sitting in the temple a moment ago, and now they were standing in the sky?
There was also a god that almost covered the whole world lying in the universe. People could only see part of his body, but not the whole picture.
Of course, some people didn't think so. They might have fallen into an endless hell, with terrible monsters and evil spirits everywhere. They were facing an enemy that they couldn't defeat, and only the gods could save them.
There were also people who felt that everything in front of them was strange. They seemed to be in a strange world, where there was no sadness, only joy. They were simply immersed in happiness and couldn't extricate themselves for a long time.
The role of incense was too important. It could be said that it was because the original high priests discovered the role of the special incense that they gradually made the whole of Najalil society believe in them.
Whether it was the tribal chief at the beginning, or the provincial governor later, whether it was a poor lower class person or a noble upper class person, as long as they sat in a closed room and felt the call of the gods, something uncontrollable would definitely happen.
It was also because those in power couldn't resist the call of the gods that they firmly believed that there were gods in this world.
It was the same for Rekar when he preached in the Federation. He was originally going to inherit the position of high priest, but it was a pity that he was now in a different place.
He used the hallucinogenic ingredients of the Ghostface Mushroom in the incense to let many people see the colorful gods with their own eyes, and they became believers …
Well, the people of the Federation weren't so easily fooled. In fact, they knew that it might be some kind of hallucinogen. The Ghostface Mushroom was a restricted product in the Federation, and it was very difficult to get it.
The price on the black market was also very high. In order to maintain the current scale of his preaching, Rekar used most of his money to buy the Ghostface Mushroom to make the incense.
Many of those believers didn't really believe in the existence of God. They were just here to enjoy the free hallucinogens.
Now, he did not have much money in his pocket. The cost of preaching here was too high. Whether it was a specific preaching or a televised preaching, as long as there was action, it meant that he had to spend money, a lot of money.
Rika looked at his nominal father expectantly. He never felt that he was this old man's son because they didn't look alike at all.
But he didn't care. In that kind of environment, having a high priest as his father was much better than having an unknown priest as his father.
Now that his father had also come to the Federation, he had to ask how much money the old man had brought.
The Old Priest's cloudy eyes hid a wise and farsighted luster. He touched his body with a very slow movement and then found a small pocket.
The pouch was made of sheepskin. The sheepskin was very soft and had a good airtightness, unlike cowhide which would crack or harden after a long time.
He shook it and shook out a few roughly polished gems from the small pocket.
These gems were very common in temples. They would be inlaid on the surface of various idols as a kind of fuel to "dye" the surface of the idols.
To say that they were valuable, they might not be worth much.
But to say that they were worthless was definitely an insult to the gems themselves.
Looking at these gems, Rika's expression changed from anticipation to disappointment. "Is that all?"
He took the sheepskin pouch from the Old Priest's hand and shook out the contents into his palm. A handful of gems.
In the year he spent in the Federation, the places he frequented the most were the antique shops on the streets. He roughly estimated that the things in his hand were probably worth a few hundred thousand Federation Sol.
It seemed a lot, but in fact, this amount of money was not of much help to his preaching career. It couldn't even sustain him for much time.
"Is there nothing else?"
He put the gems back into the sheepskin pouch and put it in his arms.
The Old Priest shook his head. "They didn't allow me to bring any more things over. Those are all theirs."
He didn't say who "they" were, but both father and son knew who "they" were.
Other than the Federation, who else could it be?
Thinking about how there were so many gems and so much gold in the temple, but he only brought this little, Rika's expression became unhappy.
"Stay at home and leave the rest to me. Everything will be fine …" Without any more greetings, he turned and left.
Looking at Rika's back as he left, the Old Priest's gaze also changed slightly.
On the third day of the Old Priest's arrival at the Federation, he called Lynch.
At around nine in the morning, Lynch drove over to pick him up.
After seeing Lynch, the Old Priest let out a sigh of relief. "It's hard for you to imagine. Just now, I thought you were my family."
Lin Qi couldn't help but laugh. "I'm a little surprised. Did something happen to you?"
He opened the car door and let the Old Priest in.
Rika had already left. His daily job was to fool around. At least in the eyes of the Old Priest and the Federation's security agents, that was the case.
He used his identity as the Missionary and the only son of God, as well as his wealth, to sleep with different women.
Sometimes, the scene would be scary and people would get hurt, but no one cared.
As long as the incense was lit, so what if he got hurt in the process of extreme pleasure?
He wasn't supposed to go out in the morning because it wasn't a suitable time. At this time, most people were still sleeping. They were only active in the afternoon.
But when he knew that Lynch was coming, Rika took the initiative to find an excuse to leave.
He was very afraid of Lynch because Lynch broke his bones in front of him and even threatened to kill him.
He believed that Lynch could really do that, so when he heard Lynch's name, he felt uncomfortable and wanted to leave early.
This also gave the Old Priest more time.
Sitting in the car, the car moved slowly. Lynch asked curiously, "It seems like you and Rika don't get along very well."
It was obvious. If they got along well, he wouldn't have gone out.
The Old Priest didn't say much. He just smiled perfunctorily. "I heard that the Federation's medical standards are very high."
There was nothing to dispute about this. Cutting-Edge technology was piled up with money, especially in the medical industry.
Every advancement in medical science meant that researchers beyond people's imagination were involved in it. They broke through the shackles of the past and tested it on animals and even humans on a large scale.
The cost was definitely not a small number. The poorer people couldn't even afford the development and research of medical science.
After receiving a positive answer from Lynch, the Old Priest asked another question. "Can they let me know if I still have the ability to give birth?"
Lynch nodded again. "That's easy."
The Old Priest grabbed Lynch's hand and looked at him seriously. "Take me there!"
More than half an hour later, the two of them appeared in a private medical facility that wasn't a hospital.
This place only provided services for the rich. Many of the Federation's politicians, celebrities, and rich people were their clients. Lynch was one of them too.
One could criticize the immorality of the medical company, but that wouldn't stop one from enjoying advanced medical technology.
With the help of a beautiful female Federation nurse in her twenties, the Old Priest collected and analyzed the samples calmly.
He had dedicated his life to God, including his body and soul. In the past, he had never felt ashamed of dancing naked in front of tens of thousands of believers, let alone now.
Soon, a doctor in his thirties walked over. "Sir, according to the report in our hands, you still have the ability to become a father. Your body is healthier than what we've seen!"
The doctor also found it a little unbelievable that this old man who looked like he would collapse at any time still had the ability to give birth.
In fact, it was only his appearance that made him old. Although he was old, he wasn't that old.
"So, I can still be a father?"
The Old Priest asked again, and the doctor confirmed the answer again.
He looked at Lynch. "How much do I have to pay for this?"
Lynch shook hands with the doctor and walked out of the door with the Old Priest. "I've already paid. Now, can we talk about what you want?"
Standing outside the hospital that was not a hospital, the old priest looked at the blue and clear sky and sighed. "I want a child that truly belongs to me …"
That afternoon, some agencies in Boone received an order. There was a sixty-year-old man who wanted a child. He needed an adult woman to give birth to the child through natural gestation.
After the matter was settled, the woman could live with the man and the child as the mother of the child and receive a one-time compensation of 200,000 Federation Sol.
Originally, the Old Priest felt that he should give more. One million was a good number, but Lynch told him that the Federation Sol was not as worthless as the old Galil. In fact, tens of thousands would be enough.
The purpose of giving him 200,000 yuan was to pick out better genes that could satisfy him.
For a time, many women signed up.
Was it important to sleep with a sixty-year-old man a few times?
No, it was not important at all. What was important was the money and the inheritance rights that the child could get.
Currently, Bob Payne's top recruits cost about 1,200 dollars a night. Of which, 100 to 200 dollars went to their agents, and 200 to 400 dollars went to the agency. They could only get 600 to 800 dollars for themselves.
Sleeping with different people every day for a year was about 200,000 dollars, and there were some old people and even perverts among them. So why not this one?
Was it because money was hot?
Of course not!