Chapter 27 He is a stand-in? I can do it too!
"What's there for Zhu Qing to be dissatisfied with? He's completely satisfied. Wearing other people's clothes, imitating other people's postures, acting as a stand-in. Hahahaha, he's so happy and satisfied!"
"How should I put it? I can actually understand the little priest's feelings. Without anyone else knowing, Zhu Qing should be satisfied. After all, all the gods' favors have been given to him..."
“Ahhh, although it’s the same storyline, from a third-person perspective, you can see a lot of different things.
Although we, Zhu Qing, may be humble in our own eyes, in the eyes of others, we are the highly trusted High Priest, a winner in life who, even if we are jealous, doesn't even know what we are jealous of."
"Yes, don't be fooled by Zhu Qing's self-description. He is the chief priest! He is the one who can directly contact the gods! Even his name is Shenqi!
And you, my friend, what do you have? You work so hard but still can’t get into the seminary, and he is standing at the end of your life that you will never reach, gloomy and humble.
But no matter how humble he is, you are still someone who stands at his feet, okay?"
"The person above has clicked on it. What he said made me feel so uncomfortable. Who doesn't love God? If it were me, I would be even more humble than Zhu Qing!"
Jiang Yang smelled the fragrance coming from the kitchen, and couldn't help drooling when he thought of Chongming's superb cooking skills that were like being addicted once you had tasted it.
From the kitchen came Chongming's call, "Come and serve the dishes."
Jiang Yang looked at the computer in front of him, raised his hand, and put the novel manuscript he had just written on the live broadcast.
"Coming," Jiang Yang responded.
Jiang Yang turned around and left with great joy, as if the words continuously outputted on the computer were being felt.
The computer screen flickered, as if it would shut down in the next second. The statue of the God of Light far underground emitted a warm white light.
The statue is carved very delicately, not only the folds of the clothes, but also the curled eyelashes on the tightly closed eyes are all clearly visible.
If someone came forward and took a closer look at this moment, they would probably think that the statue in front of them would be resurrected in the next second.
Chongming, who was serving dishes, seemed to have discovered something and looked towards the northern sky through the kitchen window.
God of Light... Chongming was first happy, then afraid and guilty.
Fortunately, it was only a momentary feeling, and the familiar breath quickly disappeared into the air, as if it had never appeared.
He scooped out the rice, picked up the chopsticks, took a long breath, and then walked out of the kitchen with a normal expression.
On the living room computer, which he hadn't noticed, the flickering screen finally returned to normal.
The words that had been waiting for a long time in the live broadcast room jumped on the mechanical screen.
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[On the twenty-third day after God descended, our God no longer summoned the high priest to enter the temple.
On the first day, no one noticed this little thing, until the second day, the third day... the tenth day...
The high priest was rejected by the gods.
I came to this conclusion with horror, but I also felt that I was overthinking it all.
Although I have hardly had any contact with my God, my God has always been straightforward. If he really hates the High Priest, why doesn't he say it directly?
He used this low-key and silent method to isolate the High Priest from himself. He must have some feelings for the High Priest, right?
I was shocked by this conjecture.
Before I could think about it, I was called into the hall by the high priest and sent to the Temple of Light to pick up a letter.
The High Priest's expression was cold when he gave me instructions, but the last word of each sentence had a rising tone.
I looked into his eyes, those eyes that were filled with anxiety because of my god a few days ago, but now they were filled with joy and anticipation.
I didn't know what he was expecting, so I could only nod my head and agree, promising the officiant that I would definitely get the letter.
Just before stepping out of the priest's hall, he heard the chief priest whisper to himself in the mirror: "I must be better than you."
After I arrived at the Temple of Light, I did not get the letter that the High Priest wanted.
The Wuque priest of the Temple of Light simply handed me a portrait and warned me, "The person is gone, and the past cannot be retrieved."
My eyes were fixed on the person in the painting, which was the figure of the high priest.
No, that's not right. It should be said that it was the figure of the person imitated by the officiating priest.
I suddenly understood what the officiant said when he first put on the white robe: "Do I look like him?"
I also understood where the High Priest's jealousy came from.
But I couldn't accept it for a moment.
Such a proud High Priest, actually would do such a thing...
For a moment, I didn't know what I was thinking.
It was like I had reached some absurd conclusion and I couldn't speculate any further.
Zhu Qing, this bastard... bastard!
When I thought about the visions that my God had experienced during this period, I suddenly understood the reason why my God did this.
He must have known the man's evil ambitions, but he could not make them public, so he could only use this indirect method to isolate himself from this emotion.
Staying in the present seems to be the best outcome for all of us.
However, Zhu Qing, the ambitious man, obviously doesn't think the same way as I do.
He is paranoid and stubborn, but such a person is also patient and smart.
He is the most patient hunter I have ever seen, the undefeated wolf king on the grassland, with both strategy and courage.
Such a Zhu Qing would never allow my God to handle all this coldly.
People like him either get what they want and marry their loved ones; or they fail and die heroically.
And now, there is not much time left for him.
When gods come, their return date is always uncertain, but the longest stay is only a month or so. No one knows when our gods will leave.
No matter how hard Zhu Qing planned, he could not have anticipated this.
Therefore, he will definitely take action in the near future.
It is even possible that my trip to the Temple of Light this time is also part of his plan.
I dared not think about what he would do. Thousands of miles away, the only thing I could do was to rush back to the priest's temple as soon as possible.
Three days later, I rushed back to the priest's temple, but saw Zhu Qing unconscious.
I heard that he was thrown out by our God for trespassing into the temple, but fortunately our God was merciful and he was able to save his life.
It is said that because Zhu Qing, who made the mistake, held a high position, the high priests of the temple united to punish him.
I heard that Zhu Qing's sins have angered our God, and He will leave this world soon.
I heard, I heard, it’s all heard.
Such an important matter, but I only heard about it from hearsay...
In such a hurry, I didn't know whether this matter was true or not.
In order to get to the bottom of this matter, I went to the darkroom and found Zhu Qing.
At that time, he was sitting in a small dark room.
The light from the door opening shone on his face, but he seemed not to see it and just stared at the darkness in front of him.
"Did you already know what the people from the Temple of Light gave me? Do you know the content of that portrait?"
Zhu Qing didn't answer, and I didn't need his answer.
"You already knew about the painting, didn't you? You didn't need the painting at all, you just wanted to get rid of me, right?"
As soon as I finished speaking, the dark room seemed empty and only my breathing could be heard in the air.
If I hadn't been able to see the person in front of me through the dim light, I would have thought that Zhu Qing had disappeared in that instant.
I couldn't even hear her breathing or heartbeat.
My body movements were faster than my awareness, and by the time I reacted, my hand had already reached Zhu Qing's neck.
It was at this time that I realized that the person in front of me was in a very bad condition.
There was clearly no injury on his body, but he looked drowsy and his dark eyes were dull.
"Don't you want to know what my God said after what happened to you?"
The next second, the hand on Zhu Qing's neck was grabbed tightly.
I knew that my previous worries about him were unnecessary.
I have no doubt that with his strength, he can easily break my wrist.
So why should I worry about a man who is much stronger than me?
"What did He say?" Zhu Qing's hoarse voice sounded.
I breathed a long sigh of relief, knowing that at this moment, only things related to my God could arouse his will to survive.
“He didn’t say anything,” I said expressionlessly.
"What do you want Him to say to you? You're just a lowly officiant, and you've committed a heinous crime. Do you still expect Him to show you even a little bit of tenderness?"
Zhu Qing didn't say anything when he heard this, but his eyes turned colder when he looked at me.
He must have believed what I said, but actually, I didn’t believe it myself.
He still has some feelings for Zhu Qing.
Thinking of what I heard from the high priests before entering the dark room, I glared at Zhu Qing.
This lingering feeling is far greater than Zhu Qing imagined, and also greater than I imagined.
I was debating whether to tell Zhu Qing, but when I thought that my god did this just to stop Zhu Qing from having any thoughts about him, I hesitated for a moment.
Zhu Qing obviously saw my hesitation. He had been locked up for three days without food or water, but I don't know where he got the strength from, but he turned around and pressed on me, and his hand on my neck slowly tightened.
"What did He say?"
Zhu Qing asked in a low voice, clearly losing his patience.
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Small Theater:
The sleeping God of Light (trying to open his eyes): Why do I feel like someone is spreading rumors about me...
The God of Light looked at the computer screen (he took a closer look and stepped back in horror): Is this written about me?
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