Chapter 54 [The Breath of the Purple Robe]
"But, no matter what..."
"From this point forward, slavery and human sacrifice were strictly forbidden in the land of Canaan..."
"If I find someone breaking the rules."
"I will personally drive him out of Canaan."
The campfire was burning for no apparent reason.
The light and shadow swayed.
The Messiah's resounding words echoed throughout the small village.
A gloomy look hung over the faces of the Canaanites...
His eyes showed both confusion and fear.
Ultimately, this celebration, meticulously prepared for the Messiah's return, ended in a dismal failure.
The crowd dispersed, filled with confusion and unease.
And after everyone left.
Yara and his wife returned to their little cabin.
Yara's face remained somber throughout the journey.
After returning home.
Even when I go to bed, I toss and turn and can't fall asleep...
He closed his eyes.
The bewildered and fearful look in the Canaanites' eyes lingered before Ara's eyes...
A feeling of guilt and self-reproach arose in my heart...
Perhaps he shouldn't have slapped the pockmarked man, nor should he have spoken to his fellow villagers in such a disappointed tone...
Because from beginning to end, they truly did not understand what God was...
Nobody told them what to do...
So they treated God the same way they had treated the Olympian gods...
Does this count as them making a mistake?
Actually, it's not really...
This is not caused by blasphemy or impiety...
Rather, it is ignorance.
Therefore, Yara's first task was...
It wasn't actually about punishing or reprimanding these fellow villagers who had made mistakes...
Instead, we should tell them first.
What is God?
How to understand the greatness of God, how to understand what they must do...
And the simplest and most effective way is...
Let them face God directly.
Any being that has seen the Lord's face...
They would then worship, revere, and believe in the Lord without any doubt...
Even more so, guided by the Lord's supreme and mighty will, they may become kind and great people.
but...
This is nothing short of a pipe dream.
Even Arah, the Messiah, could not consistently attain the great honor of meeting God...
Not to mention other mortals.
so...
What are the possible methods?
It enables mortals to truly understand the Lord without needing to pay homage to Him... to understand the Lord's greatness and His will.
They would not regard the Lord as a withered, despicable idol.
Yara sat on the bed, gazing at the moonlight streaming through the window, lost in thought and distress...
This problem was more troubling for Ara than facing the Lion of Nemea...
If he has to face this problem every day for the rest of his ten years...
He would rather go and fight two more lions.
Moonlight, snow, stars and clouds.
Every cabin in Canaan had a fireplace. If it got cold at night, people could put some firewood in the fireplace to warm the cabin a little...
Sarah, the wife, had long noticed her husband's displeasure.
Although I can't be of much help...
But as a woman, she can at least alleviate some of her husband's anxiety and depression.
So, after the wife added the last bit of firewood...
Quietly, she went to the kitchen, opened the wooden bucket, poured out a glass of wine, and handed it to her husband.
"Have a drink."
"Perhaps a drink can help relieve some of your troubles."
Moonlight streamed in, and Yala took the wooden cup and drank the wine in one gulp.
The rich and mellow aroma explodes on Yara's taste buds, with a flavorful and slightly sweet taste.
Yara once drank an expensive glass of wine at the Argos tavern.
Even those wines made with high-end techniques and even precious grapes.
Nothing can compare to the taste of this drink...
Seeing her husband's surprised expression, Sarah smiled and said:
"You weren't drinking just now... so you didn't notice."
"Wine made from Canaan grapes is the best..."
"but..."
Sarah, his wife, paused for a moment, a hint of a smile in her eyes, and said playfully:
"Hmm...feel it again."
Yara was a little confused.
But after that sip of wine flowed down the throat into the stomach,
An energy that seemed to contain the breath of nature spread from his abdomen throughout his body.
Like a babbling brook or stream in summer.
It made Yara feel completely relaxed.
Those scars on the body that haven't fully healed due to the pain and subsequent weakness.
And in this flowing, gentle energy, healing is gradually taking place...
He could even feel that persistent, faint pain that came from his very soul.
This refreshing current has alleviated the situation considerably...
And the bitterness and troubles in my heart instantly dissipated...
Yara stared wide-eyed at his wife in disbelief:
"What...what is this?"
His wife laughed so hard she was shaking.
She gently reached out and softly drew a "ᛇ" pattern on Yara's palm.
"I don't know what this is either..."
Sarah pondered for a moment.
With a gentle smile in her eyes, she spoke.
"The day I opened my eyes again and saw you again, this thing was already in my mind."
"It seems to be called—"
"[Breath of the Purple Robe]".
"[Healing, recovery, and longevity.]"
"I can heal many injuries, and even alleviate people's inner pain..."
"This energy can also be infused into other things..."
"Like that glass of wine just now..."
"It has some therapeutic effects."
"I think this might help ease your mood..."
As his wife Sarah recounted her story, Yara almost instantly understood the source of this power.
Just like his [Resurrection from Suffering]...
"This...is a gift from the Lord!"
"The water of that sacred spring not only healed your body..."
"It also elevated your spirit..."
"God is supreme!"
Yara was so excited that he became somewhat incoherent and hugged his wife tightly.
It pressed tightly against Sarah's fair cheek.
Sarah, both amused and disgusted, pushed Yara away: "You still smell of alcohol~"
And at that very moment.
A white shadow.
Like a startled fawn, it flashed past the window.
Yara caught a glimpse of it out of the corner of his eye and immediately became alert.
He shielded his wife behind him.
He picked up a bronze sword from the wall, pointed it at a corner outside the window, and roared:
"Who is it!"
"Who's there!"
"come out!"
Perhaps due to Yara's oppressive aura, a figure tremblingly emerged from the depths of the courtyard outside the window.
The figure seemed to be walking with great difficulty, as if each step was on a blade. Finally, the figure was illuminated by the moonlight, and its entire face appeared in the window, lit by the warm firelight of the fireplace...
When Yara saw the face, she was extremely surprised—
It was that escaped slave girl!
The girl had long, jet-black hair and skin as white as jade, which turned slightly red from the cold in the snow.
She was dressed very lightly, in only a simple, white Heaton dress, with a belt around her waist to hold the fabric in place.
At this moment, she looked at Yara with terrified eyes, her thin and frail body shivering in the snow... pitiful, like a lost fawn...
Seeing this, Yara sheathed his bronze sword, looked at the girl, and scolded her:
Didn't I tell you to leave?
Why did you come back again?
"Are we just waiting to be burned to death?"
There seemed to be tears glistening in the girl's eyes, but she did not speak.
But even after shaking his head, his whole body was still trembling.
Seeing this, Sarah felt sorry for the girl, nudged Yara, and said:
"Why don't we let her in..."
"It's too cold outside."
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