Bengtie: Is your pure and beautiful destiny serious?

Cheng An carried Kakavascha on his back and sped through the desert at night.

Just a few minutes ago, the little child came to her tent and asked if they could talk somewhere else.

Something is wrong. It's 100% or even 90% wrong.

But after all, Cheng An couldn't sleep himself, so there was no reason for him to refuse him.

So the scene became like this - she was responsible for the journey, and Kakavasya was on her back directing the direction of travel.

After they walked for a while, they came to a place that looked like relics or ruins, and then they stopped.

The blond boy jumped off her back and pulled her to a half-collapsed stone house, then went up to the top floor along the stairs that were still barely passable.

Although it was called the top floor, it was only two stories high, but the moment he came up, he felt it was bright and spacious. Kakavasa skillfully walked to the side and found a seat to sit down, then patted the seat next to him, motioning Cheng An to come over.

"This is my secret base. I discovered this place when I pestered my mother to go out with her to herd cattle." The child's voice was calm, as if he was reminiscing.

"In this place, no outsiders will come, and it's not so far from home that I can't go back. More importantly, the scenery here is beautiful."

“Although I haven’t seen the night view here, it’s really beautiful here at night.”

"Kakavasya, is there something you want to hide from Varissa?" she asked directly.

Rather than whether the scenery here was beautiful, she was more concerned about what happened to Kakavasya and how uneasy he looked.

He was silent.

But soon, he seemed to have made up his mind and asked, "Messenger sister, do you think Mother Fingol really exists?"

Cheng An's eyes widened when he heard this.

God have mercy on me! After being in this clan for so long, someone finally asked her this!

Is there finally someone in this group who understands her?

She suddenly looked at the child who seemed a little uneasy after asking this question, and her bright eyes observed her reaction without blinking.

"Why do you ask this suddenly?" She touched Kakavasya's head and asked gently.

"Sister Messenger, please promise me that you won't be angry."

How could that be, my lovely child! She wished more people would come and tell her this, so that people would not pin their hopes on their Mother Goddess all day long, would not save money to worship her, and would not numb themselves with “this is a test from the Mother Goddess” all day long.

With all that spare material and energy, it would be better to eat more and learn how to use the weapons they brought back to increase their lethality. Even if you can't learn how to use hot weapons, it's good to gain a few pounds of weight. At least improving your physical fitness is more practical than kneeling down to the Mother Goddess.

"Of course I won't be angry with Kakavasya." She was so happy that she couldn't contain herself.

After confirming that Cheng An was indeed not angry, he finally said what he had been holding back all the way: "In our Evikin clan, it seems that everyone believes in the Mother Earth, including my father, mother, and sister."

"Since I was born, they have believed in her devoutly, preparing sacrifices for the Mother Goddess, praying to her for rain, and asking her to forgive our sins."

The young boy seemed to have opened his mouth and many "treasonous" words that he had not dared to mention in front of others, had been accumulated until tonight and now flowed out of his mouth in a torrent.

"Sister Messenger, if the Triple-eyed Earth Mother Goddess is really watching us, then why didn't the Mother Goddess protect my father when he was swept away by the quicksand? It was obvious that my father went to the Kartika people's place to prepare offerings for her."

"When my mother grew cold in my sister's and my arms, I was still begging for her forgiveness until the moment she closed her eyes. Where was the Mother Goddess at that time?"

"Sister Messenger, everyone says I'm smart, but I don't understand, if every rain is the forgiveness and gift of the Mother Goddess..."

"Then how many mistakes did we make to be born into this world only to die?"

The moonlight is cold and the place is quiet, with only the wind blowing up the yellow sand and making a rustling sound.

Two people, one big and one small, sat on the stone roof, facing each other, and no one spoke.

Cheng An didn't know how to give a perfect answer. That was a question that had troubled Sha Jin for almost half her life. Now she heard the almost painful question from little Kakavasya.

The Mother Goddess sent rain, forgave sins, and brought blessings. The people here prayed for these things all their lives. But this rain was like a curse of death, so what were they praying for? Are their sins so serious that they need to pray for this forgiveness all their lives and then die in this forgiveness?

Cheng An knew that Kakavasia's question was very euphemistic. If she were to ask, she would probably say directly: If the Mother Goddess is real and rain is forgiveness, then aren't they seeking death all their lives? What are they trying to achieve? Are they really just trying to get forgiveness?

"Kakawasha, we have never been wrong. No one is born to seek forgiveness or grace from anyone." She was really determined tonight and spoke frankly about what she had been holding back for a long time.

"I have never been a fanatical believer in God, nor do I believe in the existence of your Earth Mother Goddess."

Now it was Kakavasia's turn to look at her with wide eyes.

"Everything I believe in, I have fought for myself. Whether it is survival, weapons, or freedom and fairness."

"In my hometown, all the knowledge and skills that people there learn from elementary school are finally introduced to us by the author in what era and what person he was. There is never any actual thing. The final introduction is that it is a gift from God."

"We don't reject faith, but personally, I have never prayed for God's forgiveness or grace."

Cheng An said calmly: "I don't know what I did wrong, why should I ask for forgiveness!"

"If I am wrong, the law will punish me, and it will not be the Mother Goddess's rain that falls on me."

"As for the so-called gift, if opportunity is a gift, then isn't that what I fought for? I think that should be called a reward. It's the sweetness I deserve for my hard work. I didn't steal or rob."

Kakavasia fell silent.

After speaking out loud, Cheng An felt the silence and inexplicably felt guilty. Did he scare the child?

She retracted her self-righteous attitude and asked in an uncertain tone: "Uh... Kakavasa, why don't you say something? Your sister is really scared when you do this."

Fortunately, he was still the obedient child, so he spoke obediently: "Sister just mentioned your hometown, where people pass on their knowledge to people and people pass on their power to people?"

"That's it."

"So sister is not the messenger of the Mother Goddess, right?"

"I said it the first day we met, I don't think I am."

Kakavasya: "So, the Mother Goddess does not exist."

Cheng An: “I don’t think it exists.”

This was her answer. Although it was difficult to explain Shajin's strange luck, as they had deduced, if the Mother Goddess really existed, she didn't do anything and was useless, and those who believed in her had never seen much good, then why would they believe in her? What was the point of her existence?

Forgive her for being so pragmatic. After all, apart from their ancestors and elders, most people in her hometown only trust and worship whoever is useful to them.

If you are worthy of our trust, please bring out your resume and proof. (hr tone)

Of course, if you are in charge of wealth, that is another matter. This is beyond words, she really likes it.

Kakavasia said in a hollow tone: "Then, 'How big of a mistake have we made to be born into this world just to die' is..."

Cheng An made the final decision: "It is a meaningless question. We are never born into this world to die. We are born to live."