Alien Knights

On a luxurious camel hair carpet, a fine copper aromatherapy burner was placed in the center of the room.

The curls of light smoke slowly dispersed in the air, changing into various forms.

Saladin, wearing plain clothes, was sitting in the center of the room and said to the students in the hall: "God is both one and diverse; both visible and invisible. Although He is omnipotent, He is omnipotent. Be humble and courteous.”

Someone said: "Caliph, Aden the Great once warned us that speaking falsely about God is a grave sin of disrespect."

Saladin smiled: "The truth will not become false because of sophistry, and the true God will not become false because of talking. People who forbid others to talk about Allah themselves have wavering faith in Allah. If it is really Allah Believers, why should they be afraid of Youyou’s mouth?”

"What we should really be careful about are those villains who use the name of Allah to grab profits." Saladin said slowly: "Those preachers in the towers are supposed to preach the true meaning and educate the people. However, they deliberately misinterpret the scriptures and use difficult and mysterious answers to enhance their status and block the hearing and hearing of believers."

"Whether he is a trader or a nobleman of the royal family, everyone should have the opportunity to get close to Allah. Remember my words, when you face those who are illiterate, then use simple and easy-to-understand allusions and stories to teach The greatness of their Allah; if they are people of knowledge, communicate with them in the Book.”

Someone else asked: "Caliph, believers often worry that their voices cannot reach God's ears, and complain about why God does not respond to their requests."

Saladin said: "God will not grant every request of every believer... The past, present and future of each of us are like a long thread. When the threads are entangled together, they will become a mess. , what Allah has to do is to sort out and untie all the knots, and ensure that every thread reaches the end in the established direction..."

"So, the threads of mortals are controlled by Allah, but what about the threads of Allah? Who controls his destiny?"

As soon as he said this, the whole hall was shocked.

Everyone looked at the speaker - a young man whose whole body was covered by a black cloak, with only a pale face exposed.

"Shut up! You blasphemous villain!"

"We should go find the guards and throw him in jail!"

"These vicious words are the biggest sin in the world!"

Faced with these accusations, the young man stood up calmly and continued to ask: "Who gave Allah the job of arranging the threads of destiny? Who made these threads? Who determined their direction?"

Saladin looked at the young man and said helplessly: "Throatbone, sit down."

Throatbone smiled softly and said no more.

Saladin continued to preach as if what had just happened had never happened.

After half an hour, the lecture ended.

Saladin assigned the topic for the next lecture and immediately announced the end of get out of class.

Soon, only Saladin and Throatbone were left in the huge classroom.

Saladin waved away the guards who walked through the door, and motioned for Throat to sit in front.

Seeing his larynx sitting in front of him, Saladin said, "After listening to my lessons for seven days, how do you feel?"

Throatbone said to Saladin in a mocking tone: "You have been preaching to a group of pigs for seven consecutive days. I really admire you for your patience."

Saladin said softly: "You have remained silent for the past six days. Why did you suddenly ask me today?"

"After listening for six days, I know that it is no longer possible to get the answer I want from your lectures." Throatbone stared into Saladin's eyes: "I must ask you face to face."

"If it's the question you just asked, then I can't answer you, because the answer... I don't know either."

Throat Bone stood up: "Don't worry, you can definitely answer the questions I asked."

"What?"

Throatbone asked word for word: "Have you ever seen Absolute Will?"

Saladin trembled and did not answer.

"Maybe he didn't call himself the Absolute Will, but something else. But its shape is like an inverted triangle, floating in the air. It invites you to participate in a competition called "The Battle of God's Choice". As long as you win, you will Can become the god of the new world.”

Throatbone observed Saladin's every move: "I know you are also invited."

Saladin closed his eyes and sighed: "Do you really believe that the 'Battle of Gods' Choice' can make people become gods?"

"Why don't you believe it? All the predictions made by the Absolute Will have come true. You and I can see it."

"Prophecies are just dreams of illusions, and the truth is always hidden behind the fog."

Throatbone narrowed his eyes and asked, "Tell me, why did you betray the Abbasid Empire in the first place?"

Saladin was silent for a while and replied: "That is the situation."

"You suppressed and banned multiple sects, advocated unity of doctrine, and even made enemies of your clan."

"It was a conflict between religion and state."

Throatbone shook his head: "You are lying. You got the vision of the future from the Absolute Will. The great southern empire collapsed in the war and civil strife. The people were in dire straits and were displaced. Your people went from being the pride of heaven to hiding in the ruins. The bereaved dog.”

Saladin closed his eyes in pain.

Throatbone continued: "If you want to change all this, the only way is to win the Battle of God's Choice."

Saladin said softly: "All this is blasphemy against God."

Throatbone said funnyly: "You and I both know that the gods in the world are just empty sculptures, and only the absolute will truly controls everything."

Saladin looked at the throat bone: "What about you? What do you want to get?"

"After the Absolute Will invited me to participate in the Battle of God's Choice, I had only one goal, which was revenge. But soon, before I even won, I had achieved my goal. At that moment, I suddenly lost the way forward.”

Throatbone slowly sat down and took a long breath: "For a long time, I have been thinking, what does this battle of God's Choice mean to me?"

"I've been looking for answers until that conversation I had with you."

Saladin looked puzzled.

"The so-called Heavenly Father and the so-called Allah, although they are called gods by mortals, are nothing more than fighting ants in the hands of absolute will." A strange light shone in the eyes of Throat Bone: "These fighting ants have great glory for a while, but After tens of millions of years, who can remember their existence?"

Saladin frowned: "What do you want to say?"

Throatbone took his hand out of his sleeve and stretched it out in front of Saladin.

There was no skin or flesh visible on it, only the white bones glowing with a strange light blue light.

"I just don't want to be an ant."