Chapter 31 Portrait of the God of Light
Chongming spoke in a domineering manner, and he was indeed not afraid of the Divine Affairs Bureau and the Temple of Light, but when he thought of the familiar aura he had felt before, he couldn't help but shiver.
He forced himself to remain calm and asked Jiang Yang, "How much of your divine power has recovered? The live broadcast has been quite good recently. You should have gained a lot of faith, right?"
Jiang Yang heard the trembling in his voice and thought that Chongming was still subconsciously afraid of the Divine Affairs Bureau and the Temple of Light, but was just pretending to be stubborn.
She nodded and consoled him, "The results have been very good recently, especially after today's live broadcast. I can feel that my faith has increased three or four times more than before. This is probably because the last sentence of today's live broadcast was so explosive."
Chongming's expression eased slightly. "That's good. You should work hard these days and cultivate to the point where you can transcend time and space. Then we can go hide in your world."
Jiang Yang nodded, feeling full of energy at the thought of going home.
I turned around, picked up the computer, and continued to work hard.
While typing, he said, "That's right. Just wait for me to work hard. By then, we can avoid the Divine Affairs Bureau and the Temple of Light. The sky is high and the birds fly freely. Can they control us in this different time and space? Impossible!"
Chongming thought so too. There are 9,999 small worlds. Even if the God of Light goes to one a day, they can hide for 30 years.
In thirty years, the God of Light might have forgotten about this matter, let alone been angry.
Jiang Yang had no idea what Chongming was thinking, and she had no idea that the God of Light, whom she had long thought was dead, was still waiting to wake up in some corner of the world.
The God of Light, whose reputation had begun to become strange, listened to the unanimous voices of his believers from all corners of the world. Although it seemed a little strange, he just frowned slightly and continued to sleep.
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The next day, just after dawn, people from the Temple of Light came to pick up Chongming.
Jiang Yang yawned as she sent Chongming off. Seeing him jumping around so energetically early in the morning, she thought to herself, "I'm really getting old."
And, "As expected of a religious person, he always wakes up early!"
Then, Jiang Yang walked into the room with sleepy eyes, fell on the bed, and fell asleep.
At twelve o'clock noon, the alarm on the phone rang on time.
Jiang Yang got up, packed up in a hurry, and had a takeout meal.
The live broadcast will start on time at 1:00 p.m.
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[After I made that guess, without waiting for Zhu Qing to react, I took the lead in overturning this guess that I had deduced myself.
"You must be lying to me. I'm not as easy to fool as you think. Don't think I'll give up on your questions just because you bring up the God of Light."
Zhu Qing just smiled at my outwardly strong but inwardly weak words and said, "I knew from the beginning that you wouldn't believe me, so I didn't want to say it."
"But you kept forcing me to tell the truth, and when I really told it, you didn't dare to believe it."
He looked at me impatiently, his disdainful eyes as if to say, "It's just a god, and you don't even believe in yourself? With a person like you, what qualifications do you have to know about my god? What qualifications do you have to believe in my god?"
I calmed myself down and didn't want Zhu Qing to look down on me.
"How do I know you're not lying to me?" I heard myself ask.
Zhu Qing glanced at the portrait and said, "Not everyone can enter the secret room of the Temple of Light, and naturally not everyone can access the information within it."
"The previous High Priest of the Temple of Light, High Priest Chongqi, was well-known for his landscape paintings, but his greatest skill was figure drawing."
"But everyone knows that Priest Chongqi painted countless landscapes throughout his life, and his legacy is even more numerous, but there are no portraits of people—except for the portrait of the God of Light."
I looked at the portrait in my hand. I had felt that this painting was somewhat familiar before, but at that time I only thought it was because the person in the painting looked exactly like Zhu Qing.
Now that I look at it carefully, I realize why I am familiar with this painting.
Long before I saw this portrait, I had seen and sketched the artist's landscape paintings millions of times, countless of them.
As the chief priest of the Temple of Light, everyone in the world knows that Chief Priest Chongqi ascended to the position of chief priest by relying on his skill of drawing anything that looked like it.
She was once a role model and object of study for many young priests, including me.
I have learned to paint, and I would boast a little bit that I have achieved quite a bit. Naturally, I know that everyone's handwriting is different, and everyone's brushstrokes when painting are also different.
Anyone who knows a little about the chief priest of Chongqi should be able to tell that this painting was painted by her.
There is no other reason, the personal style in this painting is too obvious.
I should have noticed it earlier, but I didn't expect that when I saw this painting for the first time, my attention was all focused on the face of the person in the painting, which was almost exactly the same as Zhu Qing's.
Later, because so many things happened during this period, he was so focused on getting the answer from Zhu Qing that he forgot that the really important clues were right next to him.
Zhu Qing: "If you still don't believe it, you can check the lower right corner of the portrait. Just drop a drop of the secret medicine of the Temple of Light on it, and you will see the inscription of the High Priest Chongqi."
I know Zhuqing wouldn't lie to me about this kind of thing.
In this way, the identity of the person in the painting can almost be confirmed - the God of Light.
I don't know much about the God of Light. Compared to my good friends, Mother Earth and the God of Wisdom, the God of Light, with whom I have very little contact, or even an enmity, has almost never appeared in the temple, let alone in the books in the priest's hall.
The only thing I know about the God of Light is a dispute between Him and my God seventy years ago.
It is said that at that time in the Divine Court, the God of Light and my God parted ways unhappily because of a disagreement.
For many years thereafter, the two gods never met again.
We once thought that these two gods would never cross paths again.
Who would have thought that such a huge secret would be hidden in the secret room of the Temple of Light.
I previously speculated that the person in this portrait should be a good friend of my god who had passed away many years ago, and that Zhu Qing was favored by my god because his face resembled that of his deceased friend.
But now, all speculations have been overturned, and I have to re-evaluate Zhu Qing's position in my god's heart.
I looked at Zhu Qing and asked after a long while, "So what are you going to do next?"
"My god will be returning to heaven soon. By then, you, the chief priest who will not be abandoned but will no longer be able to see the god, will be banished to the cold palace forever, right?"
The God of Light was too far away from me. After being surprised, I began to focus on the position of the high priest.
Although Zhuqing has not been abolished, what is the difference between the high priest who cannot see God and an ordinary believer?
I believe that with my intelligence and talent, I will definitely become the second Zhu Qing.
If that doesn't work, I can become a priest who does not hold real power in the priest's temple but is the most beloved by my God.
After thinking this through, I stopped worrying about the portrait and turned to look at Zhu Qing and asked:
"How are you going to handle this matter? You went to the Temple of Light to steal the painting without permission. It won't be long before the truth breaks out. I wonder how my God will react then."
I looked into Zhu Qing's deep eyes, but his calm expression made it difficult for me to read his thoughts.
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"Huh? Did it just get revealed like that? Shouldn't your focus be on the God of Light? Why are you suddenly trying to compete for his favor?"
"This is what a loyal believer is. What does the turmoil of the outside world have to do with me? I only care about my god and only want to receive his blessings."
"This is hilarious! This is a role model for modern workers. What conspiracy, what stand-in? My boss (Wu Shen) is the most important!"
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