Zen didn't bother to talk to him.
However, the low-rank True God remained persistent. He even ran in front of Zen just to stand in his way. He wouldn't let Zen go as long as he didn't purchase anything.
It was forbidden to fight in the Non-combat Zone, so people here didn't worry that others might make a move when they were angered.
To take advantage of the said rule, this low-rank True God pestered passersby at the gate of the divine city and made good profit out of it. Although many True Gods who ca by to participate in the debate over the Godly Ways prepared their own Sanskrit words themselves, there were always so True Gods who would be tricked by him.
“Don't miss this opportunity! Once you master and comprehend this Sanskrit word, you will be able to make a splash in this debate over the Godly Ways!” The low-rank True God walked alongside him, observing Zen's unreadable expression. He then took out another pile of paper and said, “If you are not interested in those Sanskrit words, how about these? These are purple-gold Sanskrit words, so rare and so useful. The price would be a divine might coin for one word. Actually, it's already a losing business at such a price... ”
When Zen heard purple-gold Sanskrit words, he felt a little bit uneasy. He shifted his gaze at the paper, not knowing if he should laugh or cry.
It turned out that the so-called purple-gold Sanskrit words were pieces made by coating a layer of purple-gold powder on the common Sanskrit words.
The True Gods entering the city burst out laughing when they saw the purple-golden Sanskrit words.
However, this didn't faze the pestering low-rank True God at all. He was determined!
Zen had no choice but to stop in his tracks. He looked at the True God indifferently, and then took a golden Sanskrit word in his hand, saying, “This Sanskrit word is very simple to decode. The aning it conveys can be summarized into roughly forty six words. Generally, it describes a plant in the chaos. The fruit of the plant is very sweet, and it can quench people's thirst after taking it.”
After he finished speaking, he stuffed the golden Sanskrit word back into the hands of the low-rank True God, and then he snatched a purple gold Sanskrit word from the low-rank True God. “This Sanskrit word is so laughable. I think it might just be a poem of a certain race... These two Sanskrit words are aningless. Now can you please leave be?”
Hearing Zen's words, the low-rank True God was shocked and very much hurt. The other True Gods were also skeptical about what he had just explained so carefully.
Even simple Sanskrit words would not be that easy to decode.
There were probably thousands of interpretations of this one Sanskrit word in the divine land. But because the deconstruction of a certain Sanskrit word was completely different than the rest, and there wasn't really a lasting consensus on it. Many True Gods had their own interpretations.
As for the powerful warriors of the divine land, their eyes were sharper and their interpretations were more accurate. However, this was never to be shared among the ordinary True Gods.
Zen confidently explained the aning of the two Sanskrit words, and as he spoke so confidently, this drew people's attention. People began to listen in, wondering what he was saying.
However, most of the True Gods felt that what Zen said was only sothing he had made up randomly.
“Eh?”
Just then, an old man in white who stood on top of the city wall, frowned as he stared at Zen with a particular sharpness in his eyes.
“This boy's explanation seems to be very in line with the understanding of Master Loren!” He jolted in surprise.
Beside the old man in white was a young man with a dignified bearing. “I rember that Master Loren has interpreted that Sanskrit word.” He explained, “According to his theory, the Sanskrit word indeed talks about a tree, but Master Loren only said that there was a magical fruit on the tree and he didn't ntion what this fruit could be used for. Then here cos this random guy, saying that the fruit could quench thirst…”
In the eyes of the many True Gods, extraordinary creatures were above them, beyond whatever they knew. How could they feel thirsty?
“As we heard, the first half of his explanation is the sa with Master Loren's interpretation,” the old man said. “And the second Sanskrit word, as he ntioned, was a poem. I rember that Master Loren said it was a cultivation thod of so sort.”
The young man chuckled. “Yes, it's true,” he acknowledged. “Because of Master Loren's words, many people worked hard to study it, trying to comprehend so theurgy, but in the end, they ended up with nothing. I kind of agree with this guy. Maybe it's just a aningless poem, but everyone still takes it as a treasure.” He tried to process what was happening. “I'll find an opportunity to know him.”
“Let's wait,” the old man shook his head. “If we acquaint ourselves with him too early, we won't be able to see his true strength. If he really has so abilities, he is bound to stand out. It's not late to get in touch with him then.”
After all, Zen had forced his son to decode a lot of Sanskrit words in the fairy palace. He knew what he was talking about.
The two Sanskrit words in the hands of the young man were the most inconspicuous kind. However, in order to participate in the debate over the Godly Ways, Zen had morized many Sanskrit texts.
To be honest, Zen was a bit confused.
Geoffrey, who was from the great world, knew and understood very little of the universes or the divine land.
It was typically difficult for a Holy Being to comprehend the aning of these Sanskrit words, but for so reason, it was like second nature to Geoffrey.
For a ti, Zen wanted to release a wisp of his spiritual sense to enter Geoffrey's mind. Zen believed that there were valuable secrets hidden in Geoffrey's soul that he wanted to explore.
However, Geoffrey would rather die than be probed by Zen. One ti, he even ran crying to Letitia, claiming that his father wanted to invade his privacy. Zen took this as a sign to step back and let his son be.
As Geoffrey drooped his head, Zen noticed a trace of cunning looks in Geoffrey's eyes. He felt absolutely positive that there were things his son had been keeping from him.
Hence, the low-rank True God was baffled by Zen's explanation. Grasping the two Sanskrit words in his hand, he stared at Zen and said blankly, “You...” He pointed at Zen. “Is it true what you were saying?”
Zen rolled his eyes and walked towards the gate.
The True Gods who were at the gate lined up in an orderly fashion and presented their Sanskrit words to the guards one by one.
Eventually, it beca Zen's turn. With a slight shake of his finger, a piece of erald green paper appeared in his hand. There was a faint Sanskrit word engraved on the paper, which emanated a faint aura to show its privilege and specialty.
“It's an original!”
“Look, this guy actually has an original Sanskrit word!”
“Where did you get it?”
The eyes of the guards and the True Gods around lit up when they saw the glowing piece of paper in Zen's hand.
There were countless Sanskrit words circulating in the divine land.
After a Sanskrit word ca out, it led to a boom of production as millions or tens of millions copies were made, circulated, and consud.
But usually, there would only be one original out of the millions and millions.
There were even so Sanskrit words that only had copies left in this world.
Most True Gods might have never seen an authentic Sanskrit word in their lives, but Zen had one just in the palm of his hands.
The authentic Sanskrit words referred to the originals. So of the Sanskrit words were engraved on the stone tablets, so were engraved on the walls, and so occasionally appeared in the air, too.
There also existed Sanskrit words that appeared on so special places. For example, the “Grand Weapon Refining thod” Zen had been practicing was engraved directly on his body...
Zen made it a point to properly prepare since he had co to participate in the debate over the Godly Ways. This Sanskrit word was not particularly important, unlike what everyone was thinking. He had not expected that a Sanskrit word he had casually taken out would attract such astonishing gazes of the crowd. But for so reason, the place beca silent and everyone's eyes were tightly fixed on the erald green paper in his hand.
When the low-rank True God who had previously peddled Sanskrit words to Zen saw the original in Zen's hand, his jaw dropped.
On the city wall, the two True Gods, naly the old man and the young man, were dumbfounded as well. How could this be?
“This guy... Where did he co from? How could he have an original?” questioned the young man, still in deep thought.
The old man in white had a complex expression on his face. Back then, he had tried every ans to gain approval of Master Loren to have a look at an original Sanskrit word, but Master Loren had been very careful about doing so. He only allowed him to take a glance for a few seconds, then never again.
Whoever had an original Sanskrit word would probably keep it in secret and tuck it away sowhere safe.
A copy might be the work that had been modified on the basis of the original, while the original was the most accurate. This was another factor why the originals were deed very precious.
Seeing Zen take it out as if it were nothing important, the young man was very curious. At the sa ti, he wondered if Zen could possibly have a lot more than that one piece in his hand.
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