Chapter 298 - Which Planet Do You Come From? (1/2)

“My priest, this is just part of the stars above us. Is there any problem calling it the star atlas?” Lin Luoran blinks her eyes, pretending to be innocent.

The priest stares at her with his experienced eyes. Lin Luoran knows it comes to the vital point, so she just stares back at his wrinkled eyes innocently. This is a battle of stamina and calmness, and she cannot afford to reveal the secret of the jade stairs, nor the fact that she is a woman coming from the future. So, the only solution is to keep pretending.

Huaxia people’s facial organs are flatter than the Babylonians and Lin Luoran looks like in her twenties with low personal ability. The priest stares for a long time and chooses to believe her words. It is not because of Lin Luoran’s behavior is so excellent that he is fooled, but deep in his heart he doesn’t believe an eastern girl like her with low personal ability have any connection with the abstract star atlas.

However, Lin Luoran doesn’t feel relieved. She has prepared for the worst situation since the priest became silent. If she had known the star atlas were just carved on the dome of the Tower of Babel, she would not follow to enter even though she desperately wanted to accomplish the mission. Astronomy is always the religion’s best tool in every country, either east or west. It will only be held by a small group of people, not to mention the tar atlas in the middle of the interstellar transmission circle carved in the Tower of Babel. This must be the secret that outsiders shall never know. It is even possible that it’s the key for the woman surnamed Ji to enter the tower… Knowing too much can lead one to be killed.

Lin Luoran thinks about a sentence in the novels and TV plays,” Only dead men are trustworthy.” Now she believes she digs herself a trap and jumps right into it.

When Lin Luoran is panicking, this old man, whose wrinkles are so deep that cannot disappear no matter how he laughs, forces a smile and says, “The Tower of Babel will guide one’s spirit to the kingdom of G.o.d. You are not qualified to die in here. Calm down.”

Lin Luoran has a loath smile. If Baojia was here, she might respond “screw it”. The priest means she is too humble to die in the tower. So how the priest will deal with her?

“My priest, the oracle wants to see you.” The monk’s voice comes from outside the tower. Hearing that, Lin Luoran is more nervous, not knowing whether the sudden interrupt will save her or quicken her death.

The priest seems to dislike this oracle, and Lin Luoran can clearly see the loathed expression on his face. In a few seconds, her fate will be destined. There is no time to waste and she tries to contact the fire phoenix for help.

“I, the emperor, am so powerful that there’s no need to use this interstellar transmission circle. So I have nothing to tell.” The proud voice of the phoenix replies.

All Lin Luoran wants to say is “s.h.i.+t!”

“Maybe you can talk to him about astronomy.” The silver fish suggests in a soft voice. Lin Luoran suddenly has hope and wants to hug and kiss it.

“My priest, I come from a long distance to your country only because I admire the level of astronomy here. I’ve heard a lot about your astronomy achievements. Can I discuss and learn from you?” Lin Luoran almost gets overwhelmed when she tries to use Babylonian to convey the genteel sentences in Huaxia.

The priest finally seems interested.

“Since you know the star atlas, come with me and meet the oracle together.”

Lin Luoran finds out she is safe for now and almost cries. Had she known it would be so smooth, she would have told the priest she knew the star atlas in the very beginning without telling him that she came from the future. She could explain all with the reason that she was doing research on astronomy.

The stone gate opens again. Lin Luoran feels relieved and finds the suns.h.i.+ne especially wonderful, after she just successfully avoids being killed.

The priest heads to the shrine. The monks become devout and serious when he pa.s.ses by. Even the most restless man will calm down in such a solemn atmosphere. The monks pay extra attention to her when she follows the priest with eyes looking straight.

Slim, tall, and quiet as water though, she does not believe these characters can attract these monks. These monks are far from the head of the religion who lives in clover, but they look like ascetic monks. She does not have the mood to observe the priest until she just struggles and manages to survive. He is simply dressed and looks like an outsider if you compare him to the magnificent Babylon citizen. These monks are the same as the priest. Lin Luoran can sense their faith to the temple and priest.

She soon understands why the monks pay special attention to her after she follows the priest into the temple.

There is definitely no chair in the temple, but an ottoman lies here. It is said Marduk prefers to have food when lying, just the same as Babylon’s other G.o.ds.

On the ottoman leans an astoundingly marvelous woman from Huaxia.

White Fairy is the most gorgeous girl Lin Luoran has ever met. The image of her looking like a traditional Chinese beauty leaves Lin Luoran a deep impression. However, if Lin Luoran compares White Fairy to this woman, the difference is as big as the difference between wildflowers by the roadside and peony in the royal courtyard.

Her facial feature is not the most stunning character, but it is the condescending look that attracts people the most. In her eyes, it seems that men are no better than animals and she is the only dominance in the world. At one time, Lin Luoran believes she meets the real G.o.d. She somehow feels familiar with the woman’s expression.

Lin Luoran lowers her head unnoticedly. She believes it’s impossible to meet “the queen” from 2,000 years ago, so she must misremember.

The woman surnamed Ji is now wearing Shenyi and standing beside “the queen” as a servant with several other cultivators who dress the same. Lin Luoran finally knows where the impression on her face comes from. It turns out she learns from her master. She is one hundred sure that these people are all cultivators and “the queen” is their head.

These are the oracles in the eyes of monks and they often appear in Babylon? No wonder she and Yang Lisha are misrecognized as oracles by the Agebel family because they look the same as these oracles.

The woman on the ottoman says leisurely, “My priest, we haven’t met for a long time, I am surprised you still look good.”

Lin Luoran is sure that she sees the eyebrow of the priest quivers because of anger. The priest replies, “We have a 100-year appointment and it is not time yet. You people from Huaxia cannot wait, huh?”

The woman covers her mouth and laughs, “It’s impossible for you to figure out the distance between Mars and Earth even after another 100 years. As is said in our appointment, we will have the right to take charge of the Tower of Babel.”

The priest seems speechless, but he is still angry and sneers, “You interfere with the internal affairs of Babylon when the time is not still due. You really think there are no qualified people here?”

Who is the woman and why does she ask the priest to figure out the distance between Mars and Earth? Even in the 21st century, few people can answer the question in a second because the distance between the two stars is constantly changing in a 15-year circle. Even though the astronomy in Babylon is well developed and the priest can know the trace of the star movement, Lin Luoran believes he cannot answer that question.

The nearest distance between Mars and Earth is 55 million kilometers, while the farthest is 400 million kilometers. So the question the woman raised is a total trap. Had it not been the day that Mars is nearest to Earth in recent 60 thousand years and Baojia had dragged her to stay up on the balcony to see Mars, Lin Luoran would not remember these numbers.

In that case, Lin Luoran senses some conspiracy in that question. The Huaxia woman who is called oracle by the priest, does she want to take charge of the Tower of Babel for the interstellar transmission circle or something else? Lin Luoran doesn’t want to help the priest answer it and she pretends to be innocent.

The priest seems unhappy, but Lin Luoran believes he cannot beat these people so he had to suppress his anger. Shall she tell these people she comes Huaxia and go to their team? She stops this idea when she finds the woman surnamed Ji looks at her in an unkind way.

She has to make sure who has the advantage.

Now it comes to an impa.s.se. The priest cannot answer the question, but he clearly doesn’t want to break with these Huaxia cultivators. At that time, Lin Luoran hears the giggle from outside. “What is wrong with you guys?”

A man wearing colorful dresses comes through the wall, and enters the place. His eyebrows look like willow leaves, making people feel provoked and want to kick his a.s.s.

“Who makes our saintess angry? Calm down, calm down.” This sissy man comes through the wall and heads right to the golden couch. The Huaxia cultivators summon their flying sword, and stand in front of him to stop him.

The man says with his pinky fingers up, “Ayy, you human has no sense of humor. I just make jokes.”

“Only different races will call cultivators human.” Lin Luoran hides behind the priest and speaks to herself in her heart. She has no idea who the man is and why he so arrogant facing the saintess.

Wait, saintess?!

Suddenly this word strikes her mind. Lin Luoran clenches her fist. No wonder this woman looks familiar. It is because her temperament never changes though she has various appearances! The supercilious look, regarding all other people as inferior creatures, only belongs to one person who wants to use the jade stair to leave Earth by occupying Baojia’s body. She is the saintess of the Jiuli tribe!

Since she is the most important figure among the people who have evil intentions to the world of cultivation on Earth, something must be done to prevent the saintess from getting access to the Tower of Babel.

Lin Luoran takes a small step aside, and whispers in a low voice, “My priest, we just discussed the distance from Mars to Earth in the Tower of Babel, please tell that to the saintess.”