He spread his hands and said softly, "The wheat field represents the entire world. The selected seeds are the citizens of Heaven, while the weeds are those who belong to the Devil. The one who sows the weeds is the Devil. The day of harvest is the apocalypse, and the workers for the harvest are the Angels. During the apocalypse, the fate of those who belong to the Devil will be like the weeds that are pulled out and thrown into the fire to burn."
"My senior brother may be a fool, but at least he's smarter than all of you."
He spoke earnestly, "The mission and faith we carry are like a tragic joke, pitiful and absurd. The truth had already been recorded by our predecessors, yet you do not believe it, and you even misinterpret it."
A deep sigh echoed like a bell: "You are desecrating the faith we have held sacred since time immemorial."
