Chapter 3 Those who seek miracles are all crazy
Without waiting for Jiang Yang to leave, he stepped forward, pulled Jiang Yang's sleeve, and asked angrily:
"You're going to undermine the dignity of the God of Light just like that? The story I told you is clearly not like that!"
Chongming thought of the novel he had just read and became very excited: "Even if the God of Light becomes a human, he will definitely not be..."
Chongming was at a loss for words to describe the image of the God of Light he had just seen. He hesitated until the end, and finally said lamely, "Anyway, it's definitely not what you wrote!"
Jiang Yang looked at little Chongming and felt a little guilty for a moment.
In order to attract the audience immediately, she did make some adaptations to the storyline to heighten the hype.
At that time, she just thought it was a great idea. How could she have imagined that there was a creation of the God of Light here?
Jiang Yang lowered his head and whispered, "I'm sorry, but you know our current situation. There's nothing we can do. If I write it according to the prototype you mentioned, there won't be any gimmicks."
"Without gimmicks, we won't have traffic. Without traffic, we won't have money. Without money, we'll have to work as miners in mining fields, where we won't even know where we'll end up."
Chongming listened to Jiang Yang's words and was a little hesitant at first, then shook his head firmly:
"No, no, no! Even if I go begging and get beaten to death by the people in the mines, I will never allow you to tarnish the image of the God of Light like this!"
"And what's not interesting about the original story? The God of Light descending to Earth, reincarnating as a human, and becoming a follower of other gods—how is there not something interesting about it?"
Jiang Yang saw that Chong Ming was not easily persuaded, and his temper started to flare up because of the time travel and the inexplicable situation that had landed him in.
She said coldly, "I've already written it like this, and others have seen it. You can't change it even if you want to!"
As he spoke, Jiang Yang walked to a chair nearby and sat down, looking at the computer without saying a word.
The next second, he felt a warm object close to his calf.
She looked down and saw Chongming, who had been arguing with her before, resting his head on her knees.
Seeing her looking at him, Chongming showed a flattering smile on his face.
His voice was soft, perhaps because his body had not yet fully developed, and it carried a slight softness that he himself was not aware of:
"I'm sorry, I was wrong. Can you please not be angry? It's all my fault for not fully considering our current situation."
As he spoke, Chongming's face was filled with confusion. Finally, he put on a heroic expression and said, "If, if you really want to write, then write it."
Chongming thought to himself that at worst, when the God of Light woke up, he would shout to Jiang Yang to escape in advance!
Thinking of this, Chongming looked at Jiang Yang with a more kind expression.
After all, she is a new god that he discovered himself. He can't just watch her being killed by the God of Light.
Jiang Yang watched Chongming surrender, and the grievance and anger in his heart subsided.
She pinched Zhongming's soft little face and said firmly, "Don't worry, there is a twist in my story. Your God of Light will never remain like this forever."
Jiang Yang's movements were fast and accurate, and Chongming couldn't break free even if he wanted to.
Although Jiang Yang didn't hit him hard, in Chongming's eyes, he was no longer a child. Pinching his face was a great humiliation to him.
"Let go," he said slurringly.
Jiang Yang smiled and said, "I don't want to let go. It's really soft and slippery. Haven't you touched it secretly in private?"
Seeing that Jiang Yang didn't let go, Chongming's eyes moved up and down, and finally found something that could divert Jiang Yang's attention.
"There are so many comments in your live broadcast room, don't you want to go and take a look?"
Chongming’s ability to change the topic is really poor, but Jiang Yang does attach great importance to the live broadcast room at the moment.
As soon as he heard Chongming's words, he let go and returned to the computer.
In order to avoid disturbing himself before starting to write, Jiang Yang set the barrage transparency in the background of the software.
So if Chongming hadn't reminded her, she wouldn't have been able to see the barrage at all, and naturally didn't know that while she and Chongming were playing around, the barrage and the number of people in the live broadcast room were quietly increasing.
Jiang Yang first took a look at the number of people. In just a short while, there were already three thousand people online.
This number of people can be said to be a very good start for a new anchor who is broadcasting for the first time.
But Jiang Yang understood that this was far from enough for her and Chongming at the moment.
After looking at the number of people, she turned her attention to the barrage.
"No, is this true? Are there still priests who can see the gods? Isn't it said that there has been no trace of the gods for many years?"
"This novel probably isn't about our time. Although sacrificial texts and statues are still made in today's priestly temples, the sacrificial dances have long been lost."
"I envy this priest so much. He can see the gods. I also want to see the gods, even if it's just for a moment..."
"I really want to know which god this priest is describing. I feel like this god isn't as solemn and dignified as the noble gods in textbooks. He even responds to the priest's questions seriously. He's very cute."
"Ditto. I'd really like to know which god it is. I'll go check it out."
"How do you want to investigate? Isn't the anchor revealing any information now?"
"We already have a lot of information. Priests who have seen the true form of gods will definitely have records in the priestly halls of various gods. We just need to check and see which priests' hometowns have Tianshan. This range should be able to rule out many people."
"In addition, the priest in the text has jumped from the green robe to the red robe. This situation is not common in the well-behaved priest temple. This condition should also be eliminated."
"This condition is the key! You should know that the Priest Hall has extremely strict control over the rank of priests. Each Priest Hall will only have one chief priest, three high priests, eight red-robed priests, and fifteen blue-robed priests. The rest of the priests are not worthy of being included in the priest roster."
"Thinking about it this way, those white-robed priests are quite pitiful. They thought that by entering the priesthood they would become people close to the gods, but in the end they would only turn into the dust of history, not even worthy of having a name."
"Why are you pitying the one upstairs? After all, they became priests. We are far more pitiful now, okay? I failed my priest studies again this year..."
"The guy who failed the exam upstairs, don't you have faith in our God of Wisdom? Come and become a believer in the God of Wisdom. We #%*&$###" (This comment has been deleted. Please be polite when speaking)
"I'm curious what the person above said that would get banned."
"What else could it be? Spreading faith. I guess the Religious Affairs Bureau will follow the Internet and arrest him soon."
Jiang Yang came back to his senses from writing, looked at the comments in the live broadcast room, and realized belatedly that it turned out that the faith in this world was not allowed to be spread?
The laws of this world emerged in Jiang Yang's mind. They were like this.
Everyone has the right to their own beliefs, and no one may induce or coerce others to give up their beliefs.
In this world, threatening people's faith is more serious than threatening their lives.
If you spread your faith without permission in designated places, you will be invited to have tea with the Divine Affairs Bureau of this world.
"Don't go off topic. If that's the case, then the identity of this god should also be revealed with the appearance of the priest, right?"
"A big guy suddenly appeared upstairs. Anyone who can casually check the fate of the priests in the Priest Hall must not be an ordinary person, right?"
"A reminder to the people above: most people who can study theology are not ordinary people. They are not ordinary in the physical or biological sense."
"No, have you already assumed that what the anchor said is true? What if she is making it up? Wouldn't it be a waste of effort to check the horoscope?"
"It doesn't matter. This is what chasing after the gods is like. It's often a false alarm. If this anchor is lying, you'll see her in jail tomorrow."
"Those who can search for the traces of gods are indeed a bunch of lunatics."
"Thank you for the compliment. Compared to the faith of ordinary people in gods, our faith is indeed a hundred or a thousand times more fervent. Otherwise, who could endure every false joy?"
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