Chapter 56 The Nine Commandments, Dilemmas, and Offspring (Two-in-One)
Heaven.
Yara knelt before the temple...
When he heard the voice of the Lord.
I was completely absorbed in it.
My whole heart, my whole soul, followed that voice...
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That voice was inherent and eternal, containing everything in the world, like compassion, like anger, and like a sigh from millennia past—
[You shall establish a great teaching, that the earth may know your righteousness.]
Yara was delighted to hear this sound.
The solution to that puzzle is now largely in sight.
However, Yara is a very stubborn person; he must ask clearly about anything he doesn't understand.
Especially when facing someone like the Lord, who can absolutely and correctly answer all his doubts...
So he knelt down again, his forehead pressed against the platinum floor of the sacred temple.
He asked again, sincerely and devoutly:
"Lord, I also have the idea of teaching people..."
"But what is a great religion, and how should I establish a great religion?"
"Is it like a carpenter passing on his skills, imparting the Lord's wisdom to his followers?"
"Like the faith of the Olympian spirits, we will chant prayers and hymns for you daily..."
"Shall we offer you delicious sacrifices?"
Above, eight handsome angels fluttered their pure white wings, standing beside the sacred phantom.
Below, a frail figure knelt before the Lord...
The voice of the Lord had no echo, for it had reached the end of everything before it even originated from the source.
[There was no major religion on earth; all were idol worship.]
[A great religion must have doctrines.]
Suddenly, Yara had a moment of profound realization.
He was itching with anticipation, like a gambler who had just won the lottery and was about to collect his winnings, with that precious answer within reach.
Yara asked again:
"Lord, what is that doctrine?"
The Lord said—
[You establish a great religion, and its doctrines will be your righteousness.]
[Hold fast to righteousness, praise my name, establish the commandments, and set forth the rites.]
[Only in this way can the shadow of a great religion appear.]
Upon receiving this answer, Yara suddenly realized what was happening.
It was as if the embryonic form of a grand and magnificent wisdom was being conceived in his mind.
He tried his best to remember this sudden feeling of inspiration...
When Yara wanted to praise the Lord's greatness and ask further questions about the commandments and rituals...
In the blink of an eye.
He had already returned to the wooden house...
Snowflakes were falling outside the window, and the lamplight flickered inside...
Yara was still somewhat dazed...
Or rather, each time one enters the Kingdom of Heaven and meets the Lord of that Kingdom.
He would involuntarily feel a shock, a shock that came from the depths of his soul...
Yara calmed her turbulent mind and took a deep breath.
Although the questions about the commandments and rituals were never uttered, the Lord banished them...
However, he still gained a great deal from this Q&A session...
His inner turmoil had been largely resolved, and he was able to handle the remaining matters concerning the commandments himself, for according to the Lord's words, the great religion upheld His righteousness...
In other words, as the Messiah, his power is unlimited.
Those commandments were authorized by the Lord and established by Arah... Therefore, his righteousness was approved by the Lord, so he no longer worried about whether the rules he established would offend God...
As long as it aligns with his understanding and the principles of justice in his heart, God should support him...
Thinking about it, Yara couldn't help but hum softly.
The Lord approves of me!
Yara was secretly delighted, silently reciting in his heart:
"God is supreme..."
The prayer is over.
Yara gathered all her inspirations and took a scroll with her.
He then left the wooden hut used specifically for prayer and went into the living room...
It was already late at night.
The wife was keeping the slave girl company by the fireplace, warming herself.
They also poured a basin of hot water to help the girl wipe the blood and grime off her feet.
The young woman was very grateful for her wife's actions and kept trying to refuse her wife's hands-on help.
The girl discovered that Sarah was pregnant, and as a pregnant woman, Sarah was the one who needed help the most...
However, the wife, like a matriarch, soothed the girl's heart and even secretly activated the [Breath of the Yew] ability to gradually heal and restore the girl's wounds...
Seeing her husband come out, Sarah got up and slowly walked to his side. She said with some self-reproach:
"That child was badly injured..."
"[The Breath of the Yew] can't make her tongue grow back..."
Yara was somewhat surprised.
His [Resurrection from Suffering] is so powerful that even if his internal organs are emptied out, they can grow back.
And the wife's blessing, which was clearly more inclined towards healing, couldn't even cure the tongue?
But then I looked at my wife's swollen belly.
He instantly understood and comforted her:
"Perhaps it's the fetus in her womb... that's drawing away most of the holy water's power..."
"This means your blessing is not complete..."
"But don't blame yourself, you've already done more than enough..."
Yara gently embraced his wife and offered her some comfort.
Then he went to the fireplace.
The girl was wrapped in a blanket. She seemed to still be somewhat afraid of Yara, shrinking her neck and lowering her head, not daring to look directly at him.
When Yara saw the kitten-like girl, he couldn't help but feel a little pity.
He asked, "Can you write?"
The girl trembled upon hearing this, tensed up, and then nodded.
So Yara took a plank from the storeroom and handed it to the girl. Then he took a piece of charcoal from the fire, extinguished the fire, and put it into the girl's hand as well.
Yara said, "I ask, you write."
The girl nodded, her face showing some nervousness in the warm light of the fire.
"May I have your name?"
The girl is writing on a wooden board using charcoal—
"Siaja".
Yara frowned; it was a very rare name.
At least in the Middle Kingdom, both in the north and south, names of this style are very rare...
Yara then asked, "Where are you from?"
Siaja subconsciously scribbled some incomprehensible patterns, but then, as if remembering something, she erased them and wrote in a script Yara could understand—
"Nanzhou, Memphis."
Nanzhou?
This touches on a blind spot in Yara's knowledge.
As a farmer with superhuman strength.
The farthest he ever went in his life was to Argos.
They've never even ventured beyond the Nemean Plains... let alone other lands outside of Middle-earth...
However, he had heard some rumors.
They say the Southern Continent is all desert and gold, and the people's skin is as black as coal...
Their kings were all demigods...
Rumors like these.
However, they mostly just become topics of conversation during leisure time.
"Once the weather warms up in a couple of days, I'll take you to Argos..."
"How about I help you find a boat, and then you can take that boat home?"
Yara thought for a moment and then said.
Although he was a farmer.
But the King of Argos was his brother.
Taking the girl home wasn't too difficult...
As soon as Yara uttered those words, the girl trembled violently, even throwing her blanket to the floor. She stammered, gesturing as if to say something, her eyes filled with pity and pleas...
Yara stuffed the plank and charcoal back into the girl's hands, and the girl quickly wrote—
"Go back...and die."
"Stay...work...be obedient."
Hiaja wrote hastily and carelessly, and Yara didn't actually know many words.
Therefore, he could only make out some fragmented words.
But he roughly understood what the girl meant.
"You mean, if you go back, you'll be executed?"
"So, you want to stay here and help with the work?"
Hearing this, Xia Jia nodded quickly, her eyes full of pleading.
Seeing the girl's pleading eyes, Yara could only remain silent. He then looked at his wife, Sarah.
Sarah nodded to him and said, "She's so pitiful..."
Yara finally sighed and made a decision:
"In that case, you can stay..."
"But remember this: you are not a slave, and I don't need you to bow down to me..."
"However, we won't accept you for nothing..."
"Once you recover, you'll need to support yourself..."
At this point, Yara seemed to have thought of something, and he asked Siaja:
"But...you're good at writing, right?"
The girl, not understanding, nodded.
She looked very relieved after learning that she had not been expelled.
"I need you to write down nine rules for me..."
"I'll read, you write."
Yara took out a scroll and beckoned to the girl.
This scroll is the one that bears the name of its master, found in the cave of the Nemean treasure...
For Ara, it was a sacred object of immense value.
After hearing Yara's words, the girl looked at Sarah, who nodded encouragingly at her with a matriarchal gaze.
So Siaja mustered her courage, wrapped herself in a fur blanket, and went to Yara's side...
Yara handed her the scroll and the reed pen, and placed the girl on the table.
In the dim, flickering light of the fireplace.
Arah kept recalling the revelation from the Lord of the Kingdom that day, and reflecting on the righteousness in his own heart.
I pondered for a very, very long time.
Even Siaja couldn't help but turn her head to check if Yara was asleep.
Just then, Yara opened her eyes and said in a deep voice—
"First."
"You...are not allowed to believe in anyone other than the Lord..."
"Other gods..."
...
...
"Secondly, you are not allowed to carve or worship idols for yourselves..."
"Third, you shall not misuse... the name of your God, 'YHV-H'..."
At this point, Yara paused, speaking in alphabetical order.
They read it out letter by letter, avoiding the direct use of the Lord's name.
"Fourth, you should be filial to your parents..."
Fifth, you must not kill innocent people indiscriminately...
"Sixth, you shall not commit adultery..."
"Seventh, you must not steal..."
"Eighth, you must not bear false witness..."
Ninth, you must not covet your neighbor's possessions...
Arah stood before the Canaanites, proclaiming, holding high the parchment scroll inscribed with the Lord's true name. His voice was loud and powerful, resonating even deeply within the crowd...
"These nine commandments are the rules I established for the Canaanites after consulting with the Lord..."
"The mistakes I made before will be forgiven since I never mentioned them..."
"And if in the future, someone breaks one of the nine commandments above."
"Then I will not hesitate to strip him of his Canaanite status and expel him from Canaan!"
"And investigate his crimes..."
Yara's voice echoed in the ears of the Canaanites.
Even on a cold winter morning, the Canaanites still felt their blood boiling.
Although there were some minor incidents at last night's banquet...
However, after Yara explained everything, her depressed mood gradually dissipated...
For no other reason than that the man was Yara.
That man was the Messiah... the uncrowned king of Canaan.
He led them out of the famine.
Lead them to this divinely granted land.
He also killed the Nemean Lion, thus achieving the title of hero...
They also brought back legally valid land deeds...
This allows them to have a place to live...
Therefore, is it not right to obey his will and keep his commandments?
The elder and the pockmarked man were now in tears... After Yara finished his sermon, they knelt before him, especially the pockmarked man, who wept as he said:
"Yara..."
"Forgive me... I still cling to the old ways, the old rules of the Olympian gods..."
"This is blasphemy against the Lord..."
Seeing this, Yara shook his head and helped the elder and the pockmarked man up from the ground.
He smiled somewhat bitterly:
"No...it's not your fault..."
"It was my fault for not explaining it clearly beforehand..."
"For I have seen the Lord..."
"Therefore, we know the glory of the Lord..."
"But how can I be demanding of someone who has never seen God?"
"Go and uphold righteousness that you do not know?"
...
In addition to proclaiming the Nine Commandments in Canaan.
Yara also gathered a group of men from the village, gave them copies of the Nine Commandments, and set off on the road to Argos...
Dicttis was to preach the Lord's faith in Argos.
Then he can no longer serve the gods as he used to, singing songs and burning offerings during festivals...
What is needed is a set of righteous rules as a foundation... and these rules are the Nine Commandments of Arah...
As spring approaches and the ice and snow melt away.
The men, guided by the Messiah, were filled with enthusiasm.
He carried a copy of the Nine Commandments.
He imagined himself embarking on a grand journey to deliver sacred relics.
Treading through the cracked snow and braving the biting wind, we headed towards the city of Argos...
However...
When they returned in early spring.
They brought back no good news; they were all wounded, saying they had encountered some unusual wild animals on their way back: white-furred wolves, brown bears taller than men...
But God helped them, and they ran fast enough that no one lost their lives... only a few unlucky ones had their Achilles tendons severed and were left lame...
Yara was somewhat surprised when he heard the news; he felt that these unusual wild animal sightings... were rather strange...
But he didn't have time to think it through...
Because these men brought back from Argos a letter from Dicttis, a letter that sounded like a complaint and pleaded for help—
"Argos is in a very bad situation right now..."
"Apart from the capital, all the former vassal states have declared independence..."
"Sparta, Corinth, and other once major trading city-states all ceased trade with Argos..."
Even maritime trade with the southern continents was blocked by Athens...
"And when our slave trade system was reformed, the city's economy rapidly declined over one winter..."
"Even with significant spending cuts, it's impossible to sustain the military's operations..."
"We're not just short of money..."
"A stable trade and economic cycle path is still missing..."
"The former King of Argos, through the slave trade and foreign conquests...achieved the prosperity of his nation..."
"But now, we need to find another way..."
"Brother, I have a feeling that if we can't establish ourselves within two years..."
"The Spartan chariots... are coming."
And when Yara received the letter from the men...
Before I had even finished reading it...
A woman came over and excitedly told Yara:
Sarah gave birth!
Yara's heart skipped a beat.
An indescribable ecstasy completely enveloped him.
He put everything behind him...
She frantically smashed through fences and pedestrians, running towards the delivery room...
And on that very day...
The offspring of Ara...the Messianic son who, before birth, received the holy water in the womb—
It was born.
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