Chapter 18 Self-recommendation
[The last time my God descended, I was just a small priest. I didn't have the power I have now. Naturally, I had no say in the temple where the God resided when he descended.
But this time is different. During the endless years of waiting, I have already become the high priest with real power, the real person in charge of the priest's temple, and the only messenger of God.
Naturally, all matters in His temple are decided by me and my judgment is followed.
I laid out His temple with my own hands, and I have touched every inch of it and every brick.
If He had not come so soon, I would never have handed over the work of building the temple to others.
However, when I was building the temple, I had no idea that this familiarity would one day become a helper when I sneak into the temple.
Due to the majesty of the gods, no one can appear around the temple without permission.
This rule, which was not friendly to me originally, is undoubtedly a convenience to me now.
I put on the white robe I had prepared in advance and followed the route I had planned long ago to the center of the temple. The curtains hanging high around told me that I was approaching my destination.
"Chongli?" His cold voice came from the curtain, inexplicably carrying a few ripples.
Through the layers of swirling white gauze, illuminated by countless candles in the hall, I vaguely saw a shadow.
He seemed to be in a good mood, and the joyful aura around him made the white divine power around him run around happily.
I stared at Him in a daze, constantly pondering the meaning of the word in my mind. Is "Chongli" the name of that person?
The next second, He seemed to realize that the person was no longer there, and called my name in a trance.
"It's Zhu Qing." He said.
He never hid his feelings for that person in front of me. Through the thick curtain, I heard His deep sighs.
Once again, I hated my good hearing.
The question arose in my mind again: If I had not heard it, would it not be so painful?
I have asked myself this question on countless sleepless nights, but all I got in the end was a sigh.
I walked forward with my head lowered, carefully lifting the curtains surrounding Him layer by layer, walked to His side, knelt beside the bed, and gently placed my head on His knees, without saying a word.
I could feel his body tremble, and as he looked at me with some surprise, he paused in his attempt to push me away, then let go.
I didn't know what I should say, angry questions, or tearful pleas? Asking Him not to drive me away?
After a long time, or perhaps not very long, He sighed softly and said to me, "Lift your head and look at me."
He was not as upright as he appeared in the daytime. Perhaps it was because he had just woken up, a corner of his hair was playfully exposed at his temple, and he looked very depressed.
Looking at Him like this, false thoughts suddenly arose in my heart again.
I quickly lowered my head, not daring to look at Him again, but His figure was always engraved in my mind and would take a long time to fade away.
"You shouldn't be here," He said, his cold voice as expressionless as ever.
My heart felt like it was being stabbed with a sharp dagger, and the assailant seemed not to feel it was enough, so he twisted the handle of the knife until my vibrant beating heart was broken into pieces.
I lowered my head and said nothing. I am always like this in front of Him. As a subordinate, I can only obey.
But this time, He didn’t like my silence, so He used one hand to forcefully straighten my head so that I could only look up at Him.
"You shouldn't be here, Zhuqing," He repeated again.
I could sense restraint in His words. God has always been reserved and never lets believers see His emotions. This was the first time I sensed His emotions, which showed that He had reached the edge of His patience.
I looked up and met his cold eyes. I wanted to move forward, but I stopped.
"If you really miss that person, Zhu Qing doesn't mind being that person's substitute."
At that moment, I heard the words of my own recommendation, but at the same time, I also heard the sound of something breaking.
It was a long time later that I vaguely realized that the broken thing was self-esteem.
But no matter what, at that moment, looking at the surprised look in my God's eyes, my heart was filled with bitterness and joy.
When I thought that I would always be with my God, the bitterness disappeared as if it fell into the mud. At the same time, joy grew wildly like wild flowers in spring.
I think I should be happy, I think I should be crazy...crazy enough to have lost myself.
In the last second before I lost consciousness, I saw the face I had been longing for appear in front of me at an extremely close distance.
The warm touch on my lips made me completely dazed and lost in thought.
"This is a confusing statement from the early days of humanity. What do you mean by 'I think I'm crazy'? You're crazy, okay?!"
"Who understands, my family? I came here hoping to see something different, but ended up reading a pervert's secret crush diary... I'm completely confused."
"Oh my god, oh my god, you really can't understand the painstaking efforts of the gods? They are gods after all. I'm afraid they knew it from the moment Zhu Qing stepped into the temple.
But the god did not make it clear. He just sat quietly in the temple, waiting for His believers, patiently and gently, just like my mother waiting for me at home when I came home late.
What a gentle and powerful god! I like him even more. What should I do? Can you tell me his title? I want to go to his temple to worship him.
"Ahhh, I really like the image of God expressed in the host's words. It captures both God's compassion and his ruthlessness. Through these words, I feel like I can truly travel through history and see God, and witness the glorious era of God."
“Wow, when I was studying the history of theology, I wondered what the gods would be like if I traveled back to that era one day.
At that time, my impression of gods was limited to history books. Now it’s different. I know that gods also have some small emotions.
But these little emotions not only don't bring the gods down to earth, but make them even more real and vivid. That's the kind of gods our powerful ancestors would believe in!"
"The host is such a great writer! I used to hate reading novels about believers falling in love with gods. It's such a taboo relationship, I'd risk being caught and imprisoned to read it, and yet they can't even write it well. It's really sad.
After all these years of surfing the internet, only the anchor's novels completely meet my tastes, and are even better, a thousand times, ten thousand times better than I imagined! "
"Does everyone only care about the gods? Why do I feel so heartbroken? Well, for someone like me who has had a crush on someone for years, it's easy for me to strongly resonate with Zhu Qing.
In addition, I really disagree with the one above who said Zhu Qing is a chicaner! What the anchor wrote is not a chicaner at all, but a love affair!
People like us who are infatuated are so humble that even a little bit of benefit can make us happy and give up ourselves. "
"Don't rush to empathize with the person above. Although Zhu Qing is secretly in love, looking at that hand that hovered in the air and then dropped, I don't believe that the god has no feelings for Zhu Qing!"
"That's right, Zhu Qing is not someone who is soft and only knows how to have a secret crush on someone. He is constantly looking for opportunities to attack.
If the difference in status between Zhu Qing and that person wasn't so huge, Zhu Qing probably wouldn't be hesitant and wavering like he is now, but would have directly confessed his feelings."
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