Chapter 4 God of Light, Oh No, God of Darkness Bless You
Jiang Yang just glanced at the barrage and then closed it again.
She knew that the audience in the live broadcast room was very passionate, and many of them wanted to expose the priest's identity, but since she had written it, she wanted others to expose it.
Jiang Yang looked at the names that kept jumping in the live broadcast room, and even looked forward to the prototype of the character she set being pulled out.
By then, everyone will know the source of this story, and my live broadcast room will probably be even more lively.
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[After becoming a red priest, the number of believers I need to be responsible for every day has gradually increased. I am very happy to see more and more people believe in my God as devoutly as I do.
My God told me in my dream that the God Realm was becoming increasingly boring due to some things, and He was going to come down to play around, so He asked me to prepare the temple of the priests in advance.
I am very calm. This is a very common thing. All the gods today have come down to the mortal world to play...
Well, actually I was not calm. After all, this was the first time I received my God after becoming a red priest, and I was very excited.
When I told the chief priest that my God was about to come, the priest hall suddenly cheered.
Because of the descent of God, all the believers in our God flocked to the temple to worship.
This was the first time that the usually cold and silent priest's temple had seen such a lively scene.
Looking at the smiles of the believers around me, I think I should be happy.
But I don’t understand what’s going on with that unspeakable feeling of depression piling up in my chest.
Fortunately, my God will come soon, and then I can ask Him for help.
Today, I wish my God well. 】
Jiang Yangzhi proudly wrote this foreshadowing to prepare for the climax she was going to write later, but she didn't expect that when she looked back at the comments in the live broadcast room, she found that she hadn't written the climax yet, and the live broadcast room had reached the climax first.
"Bullshit! There should be a limit to how much a broadcaster can lie, right? Would a god descend to the mortal world? We can't even imagine such a thing."
"Although all gods have favored humans and bestowed miracles upon them, not all gods like humans. How could it be possible for all gods to descend to the mortal world?"
"I used to think this anchor had some knowledge, but now it seems he only has a little knowledge."
"Call the police! Do you really think it's okay to falsify the history of the gods?"
Jiang Yang was a little hesitant when looking at the curses on the barrage, but when he saw the amount of rewards on the side rising rapidly, he was so happy that he almost burst into laughter.
At this rate, it might not be long before I can save enough money for a plane ticket.
The slight hesitation in her heart was suppressed by the ever-increasing numbers. It turns out that people in this world are so hypocritical.
He said he wanted to arrest her, but in fact he kept sending her money.
She excitedly picked up Chongming, shook him, and asked hesitantly, "By the way, can you come back into my mind?"
Chongming struggled to get down, but was firmly held by Jiang Yang's strong hands.
In the end, he had no choice but to give up struggling and lay powerlessly in Jiang Yang's hands like a dying salted fish.
Chongming obviously knew what Jiang Yang was thinking. She might have wanted to pay back the money at first, but after listening to the staff member's introduction, she immediately decided to run away.
In fact, not only Jiang Yang, but even Chongming, a god's messenger who had little contact with money, knew the deceptive ways of unscrupulous talents.
The reason Jiang Yang asked this was obviously because he didn't want to bear the cost of Chongming's travel expenses, or maybe Jiang Yang was not sure if he could earn enough money for two people's travel expenses in such a short time.
After all, he had secretly searched for a way to leave the city that did not require an ID card, but it was not only time-consuming and laborious, but also very expensive.
Perhaps this is why such unscrupulous people are so sure that Jiang Yang and the others can't escape.
There was only one guard placed not far from the house, a person so weak that Chongming felt he could handle him.
Chongming: "Sure, you just need to gather enough money for your journey. Then I can hide in your consciousness and sneak over."
Even so, Chongming still did not forget his final struggle: "Of course, if you can make enough money, I still hope you can have a little conscience and not do anything that violates the law."
Jiang Yang listened to Zhongming's old talk, shaking his head and imitating him, saying, "The most important thing is not to tarnish your reputation as the God of Light, right?"
She put Chongming down and patted his chubby little butt. "Look at you! The God of Light has been asleep for years. It's not certain whether he can wake up. Why are you defending him so much?"
Chongming covered his buttocks, his small round face flushed red, as if he had been molested.
He didn't bother to tell Jiang Yang that the God of Light had recently shown signs of awakening, but instead discussed his privacy issues with Jiang Yang in a serious manner.
Listening to Chongming's inarticulate protest, Jiang Yang nodded in agreement, but his mind unconsciously recalled the touch just now.
It’s true that the God of Light is worthy of being the most powerful god. Just from his creation, Chongming, we can see that his divine power is so detailed that he can take care of even such small details.
In the distant North Pole, the God of Light, who was ten thousand meters below the river, frowned slightly, as if he did not want to accept Jiang Yang's praise.
After comforting Chongming and repeatedly assuring him that he would never touch his butt without his consent next time, Jiang Yang closed his eyes and rested.
With a smile on her lips, she was thinking about the next plot in her mind, while subconsciously mobilizing the divine power around her body to practice.
Although her cultivation progress was much slower due to the lack of believers, divine power was something that could be accumulated over time.
However, Jiang Yang suddenly opened her eyes. Who could tell her why there was suddenly so much power of faith in her body?
Without waiting for Jiang Yang to speak, Chongming beside him also noticed the changes in Jiang Yang. After a little thought, Chongming aimed at the live broadcast room where the barrage of comments was scrolling.
"It is the people in this live broadcast room who are providing you with faith!" Chongming cheered happily.
Jiang Yang had not expected such an unexpected surprise, and his eyes looked towards the live broadcast room even more passionately, causing many viewers who were watching the live broadcast room outside the screen to tremble all over and feel a chill on their backs.
After learning the news, Chongming suddenly changed his previous attitude towards live streaming and became flattering.
The look in his eyes when he looked at the live broadcast room was as if he had seen a deity. When he saw Jiang Yang resting, he urged Jiang Yang:
"Hurry up and write. There are so many people here now. You don't know how much faith you'll gain. Who knows, maybe you'll become a true god in no time."
Chongming was thinking in his mind, although this little bit of faith was far from enough for Jiang Yang to become a god as powerful as the God of Light, but at least when the God of Light wanted to kill Jiang Yang, Jiang Yang would have the ability to escape, right?
Jiang Yang had no idea that in just a few seconds, Chongming had planned countless escape routes for himself in his mind.
She refined the outline she had written earlier in her mind, preparing to add some small details on this basis.
If she started live streaming before to make money to pay off her debts, it seems now that the more people read her story, the more believers she will gain, and the more power of faith she will gain.
She looked at Chongming and asked, "Didn't you say before that because the God of Light deliberately concealed the truth, in the end, the other gods didn't know which god the incarnation of the God of Light believed in?"
Chongming didn't understand but nodded happily, and then he heard Jiang Yang's bold words.
Jiang Yang: "In that case, what do you think of me?"
Chongming vaguely guessed what Jiang Yang was going to do, but still couldn't believe it and asked, "How are you?"
Jiang Yang said slowly in Chongming's fear: "What do you think about me becoming the god believed in by the God of Light?"
Chongming only felt as if millions of firecrackers exploded beside his ears in an instant. He was obviously a creature of God who would not die easily, but at this moment he wished to die immediately.
Chongming's words became unclear due to fear, "You... I..."
The more Jiang Yang thought about it, the more he felt that this idea was brilliant. "Look, I'm a newborn god. I'm very slow in accumulating believers, and the people of this world might not even acknowledge me as a god."
"But if I were a powerful god who appeared at the same time as the God of Light, but had never appeared before humans, and even the God of Light was my close friend, wouldn't my credibility be even higher?"
Chongming stared at Jiang Yang with despair, thinking: You are still a newborn god now, but I am afraid that you will become the god of death soon.
A true god of death, the kind that cannot die any further...
Seeing that Chongming was silent, Jiang Yang advised, "The most important thing is that the believers in this world have long been divided up by the many gods. The birth rate is also low, the market is saturated, and no new market is emerging."
"Under this environment, if I insist on forging a new product, I'll have no choice but to seize the market share of others. And right now, whose market is the largest? Of course, it's the God of Light!"
"I don't ask for much. As long as one percent of the followers of the God of Light are willing to believe in me when they believe in the God of Light, then I will be a true god, right?"
Chongming: No matter how nicely you speak, you can't cover up your attempt to steal the believers of the God of Light!
He looked up at the sky in despair. Just when Jiang Yang thought he wouldn't speak, he suddenly asked, "Before you came to this world, was the world you were in good?"
Jiang Yang was a little surprised. Although he didn't know why Chongming suddenly asked this, he still replied:
"It's great. Although I was an orphan there, I grew up healthy under the care of the government."
"But unlike here, not many people in our area believe in gods..."
Chongming interrupted Jiang Yang and said, "That's enough. Once your plan succeeds, we'll go play in your previous world."
Jiang Yang thought that he still needed some time to convince Chongming, but he didn't expect that Chongming would figure it out on his own.
She nodded and agreed readily, "Okay."
Chongming looked at the smile on Jiang Yang's face and thought to himself that he was really worrying too much about this unreliable new god.
I hope they can escape to a world without gods and not be found by the awakened God of Light...
Thinking about this, Chongming prayed subconsciously: May the God of Light, oh no, may the God of Darkness bless you.
Jiang Yang had no idea that Chongming, a creation of the God of Light, had converted to the God of Darkness for his sake.
She watched the number of viewers in the live broadcast room continue to rise. The increase was very fast from 3,000 to 100,000, but as the number of people increased, the upward trend gradually slowed down.
She had previously thought that this number was enough, but when she felt the little bit of power of faith in her body, she suddenly felt that this power was not enough.
The screen in the live broadcast room moved slowly, and the text at the bottom of the screen began to jump.
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[On the day when God descended, the wind was clear and the clouds were sparse. People were kneeling densely under the vast temple.
I stood on the altar and used all my strength to complete the last move of the blessing dance.
When the incense was inserted into the furnace filled with the first handful of ripe rice this autumn, our God responded to His most devout believers.
When a god comes to the world, the first thing we feel is the god's pressure.
Some people say that this was something that was deliberately integrated into human blood when the gods created humans so that humans could better respect and love the gods, and it has been passed down from generation to generation.
This matter was widely spread among the priests, and almost every priest knew about it.
But the first time I heard this, I felt that it was not true.
If gods really need to rely on this kind of thing to gain human submission, then they are not worthy of being gods.
No matter where the pressure from God comes from, I am ready to bow my head and bend over.
Strangely, I didn't feel the pressure from my god.
I looked up in astonishment, and looked at the figure from afar across the 999 stone steps in front of me.
This was a scene that was definitely invisible to human eyes, but I inexplicably felt that He was also watching me.
The realization that He was watching me threw me into a trance.
In the blink of an eye, I suddenly thought of the special case I had seen in the history of gods.
——High Priest Shu Yue, according to the records in divine history, was the first and only one to receive the gift of the God of Wisdom, and from then on, the God’s power no longer bequeathed to her.
In a historical book as huge and thick as the History of Gods, only a few people can leave their names in it. Even the chief priest of each temple can only get a few brief sentences of description.
However, because of the favor of the God of Wisdom, High Priest Shu Yue was given the honor of having an entire page in the biography of those favored by the God.
It would be a lie to say that I am not envious. Chief Priest Shu Yue is an existence that every priest who has read the history of gods envies and is even a little jealous of.
Let me ask every priest, who doesn’t want to reproduce the glory of Shu Yue, the chief priest?
Now that my God has bestowed upon me this supreme honor, can I also leave my name in history?
Leaving a name in the history of gods is the dream of every priest, but the first thing I thought about was how people would evaluate me in the future.
When they see my name listed first under my God, can they imagine how special my God is to me?
Can you guess the details of my time with Him from the mottled and incomplete words?
At this moment, I want everyone to witness this honor.
I suddenly wanted to write a new history book to record this period of history, and to write it down with the most vivid and beautiful writing in the world.
Just like this moment, thousands of people are paying tribute, thousands of miles of stone steps are stretching, and He and I are gazing at each other from afar. There are only me and Him in the world.
I wish my God well. 】
Jiang Yang stopped writing with satisfaction and turned to look at the real-time feedback from the live broadcast room barrage.
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