Yue Lao Temple in the south of the city.

Feng Zhuo stood in the night wind and looked at the little girl not far away.

Po was a small boy, he looked up at the statue of Yue Lao in front of him, who was smiling with narrowed eyes.

The little girl has been talking non-stop since she entered Yue Lao Temple.

Keep mumbling.

What was he mumbling? Feng Zhuo was far away, but he still managed to hear a few words.

"Are you going or not?"

"Go ahead, go ahead?"

"Give me good wine, good meat, and good flowers."

Feng Zhuo couldn't help but twitch the corners of his mouth. The little princess was bribing the Moon God again.

He didn't know if it was Feng Zhuo's illusion, but he always felt that the Yue Lao statue, which was smiling with squinting eyes, turned into a bitter face after hearing the little princess's divine words.

A Bao was anxious. He put his hands on his hips and talked to the Yue Lao statue for a long time, but the Yue Lao statue just refused to go.

Very strange.

Po didn't know why, but even though the Yue Lao statue didn't speak, an old man's voice reached his ears.

"Baoer, I don't dare to go. I won't go."

"Bao Er, go find someone else, or go by yourself. I'm not going anyway."

"Bao Er..."

Abao scratched his hair irritably.

The two little ones have been caught like a chicken nest.

"Can I go and beg for mercy?" Po blinked his big eyes, put his hands together, and prepared to kneel down and worship Yue Lao.

The Yue Lao statue began to tremble.

Feng Zhuo had a bad feeling—

Will the statue of Yue Lao also be blown up?

Sure enough, the moment Po knelt down, the sky became cloudy and thunderous.

Boom boom

One after another, thunder struck directly into the Yue Lao Temple.

The century-old wishing tree in the courtyard of Yue Lao Temple was chopped off directly from the waist.

Snap, branches and leaves fall down one after another.

At the last moment when the Yue Lao statue was blown up, a terrifying sound was heard.

“Ancestors!”

"Little ancestor! Please stand up!"

Po tilted his head and felt his body light and he stood up involuntarily.

The thunder stopped instantly.

Abao doesn't kneel to the heaven or the earth, but only to his parents. Whoever he kneels to will be struck by lightning.

"It exploded, it exploded, and it exploded again!" A Bao felt so aggrieved that he tugged at Feng Zhuo's clothes, looked up at him, and tears fell down his face.

She had no idea that the news had already spread to the palace immediately after the Yue Lao Temple exploded.

At this time, the tyrant was worried.

"Wuwuwu." Abao cried and wanted to go to the palace to find his father. Feng Zhuo secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Little princess, you are finally going back.

When you are outside, you are like a small cannonball that can explode at any time, blowing up wherever you go.

What he saw and learned today while following the little princess completely refreshed his horizons.

When Abao reached the palace gate, he changed his mind and decided not to go back.

This made Feng Zhuo very worried.

But he didn't dare to say it.

Looking at Abao, his eyes were full of doting.

"Temple, temple!" Po was like a fluttering moth in Feng Zhuo's arms.

Look towards the most magnificent place in the capital.

The outside is all carved with gold bricks, it is simply too luxurious.

"Little Princess, are you going to the temple?"

"Yeah." Po nodded repeatedly.

[No one is going to the temple, I'm going! ]

[I have to go see what kind of place that is. Is it more terrifying than hell?]

Feng Zhuo was just a small eunuch. With his status and position, it was impossible for him to step within a hundred meters of the temple.

It was definitely not possible to enter openly, but in order to fulfill the little princess's wish, Feng Zhuo still took the secret passage.

Fortunately, there were not many guards guarding the temple.

When Feng Zhuo brought Abao in, it was quiet enough.

"What a good deal," Po exclaimed. This temple was made of real gold and sparkled with golden light under the moonlight.

"Every time the temple is blown up and rebuilt, it will be covered with a thicker layer of real gold than the original one." Feng Zhuo stood in front of the main entrance of the temple and never stepped in.

Whenever he stood here, he felt empty and lonely.

He didn't know where this emotion came from, but it made him feel sad and depressed involuntarily.

This temple should have been guarded by a great god like in other countries.

Abao said "Oh".

[I heard from Auntie Yun that other countries have great gods, but our Tiansheng Dynasty does not have any.]

Abao entered the hall. Feng Zhuo walked very slowly, taking each step of the stairs carefully and heavily.

A Bao had never seen Feng Zhuo look so solemn.

He doesn't look like a little eunuch.

But in the original story, Feng Zhuo was just a cannon fodder who died in place of his father.

It was cold in winter, and Abao was wearing warm clothes. His round body couldn't get over the high threshold, so he rolled right in and fell to the ground, looking very ungraceful.

Feng Zhuo helped Abao up, "Princess, be careful."

He carefully flicked the dust off Po's body.

A Bao wanted to leave by himself. The whole hall was empty. The two of them were talking here, but their voices kept echoing.

【This place is so big! 】

"Princess, you are too young to stay here." Feng Zhuo held A Bao's hand and stood in the middle of the empty hall. He curled his lips and a complex emotion flashed in his eyes.

"black……"

【Why is it so dark here】

[Why are the candles on the wall not lit?]

Feng Zhuo patiently explained, "The candles in the temple have never been lit. It is said that not only your majesty, but even the late emperor has consulted a master. This is because there is no great god in our Tiansheng Dynasty. Without the protection of the gods, the candles cannot be lit."

【so it is】

[Even candlelight is bullying our Tiansheng Dynasty]

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Feng Zhuo certainly couldn't hear what Abao was thinking.

She could only complain silently in her heart.

A Bao stared at the golden tribute table in the center of the hall.

Not only the walls outside are golden, even the floor tiles and offering table inside are gold.

This is exactly what Po likes.

Which great god is so short-sighted that he would not come to sit in such a beautiful temple?

【If you don’t come, I’ll go! 】

【I am a great god for my father】

[I am protecting the Tiansheng Dynasty. If anyone dares to say that the Tiansheng Dynasty has no great gods, I will use thunder to strike him.]

Po has a spirit of not admitting defeat and he will not allow other countries to look down upon him just because he does not have great talents.

Although she didn't understand why her golden statue could not be cast.

If there is no great god, then create one.

Po happily climbed onto the golden tribute table.

Suddenly, the whole temple lit up!

Feng Zhuo froze where he was, his eyes threatening to pop out.

First wall lamp, second wall lamp...

All the way to the candles outside, and then to the candles in the main hall.

Even the bowl-sized luminous pearl inlaid in the center of the temple plaque changed from being dim to being as bright as a star.

The whole hall was glittering and truly golden.

Light up this world as bright as day.

When the people of the capital saw the temple, they ran out of their rooms one after another. Some of them had already fallen asleep but were still pulled out of bed.

"The temple is lit up! Our temple is lit up!"

Although the capital city was a bit chaotic tonight, with bombs blowing up in the east and west, the key point was that the temple in the middle was actually lit up.

This has never happened in thousands of years.