Chapter 6 The eternal god of substitute literature!
Jiang Yang ended her conversation with Zhizhe Mi Shi and turned around to continue immersing herself in her creation.
The comments in the live broadcast room were still passionately discussing the above content, but the content of the live broadcast room was instantly covered by new content.
[My God is very special to me, and is no less special than Shu Yue, the God of Wisdom.
This special status has brought me many conveniences, but more importantly, it has brought me countless jealousies and even resentment.
In the eyes of the world, the temple of priests is where God's messengers gather. In the eyes of the world, everything here is holy and beautiful.
But only when you actually enter the priest's temple will you know that the priests here are nominally chosen by God, but most of them are ordinary people who have passed layers of selection.
Among them, some have never seen God in their entire lives, and some have not received much mercy from God even if they have seen God.
They are called priests, but in fact they are just ordinary people.
Since they are ordinary people, they have human emotions and desires. They will be happy because of God's favor, and naturally they will be jealous and resentful because God favors others.
Although most of the teachings and rules in the priesthood warn priests to stay away from these despicable emotions, jealousy is far beyond human control.
These filthy emotions always quietly sprout in countless corners and then try to devour me.
Some of them want to kill me, and some of them claim to be merciful, but they just want to take my place.
I can’t count how many times I’ve seen jealousy and hatred in people’s eyes. Those emotions that are not concealed in time are the most real.
Even the high priestess who once taught me, I saw jealousy and hatred on her face.
Gradually, I became the most unique person in the entire priest temple.
With my god around, they naturally dare not bully me openly, but will just use some tricks quietly.
I don't care about what those people think or their self-proclaimed tricks. To me, these things are far less important than a look from my God.
Whether it is tacit isolation or deliberate embarrassment, I am confident that I can deal with them one by one.
Just because I don’t care doesn’t mean that my God doesn’t care.
After I was late for prayer meeting again because of being embarrassed, He came to see me in a dream.
"Are you angry?" He asked softly.
Perhaps because it was a dream, I couldn’t see the face of my God clearly. I could only vaguely see the hem of His skirt hanging on the ground.
The smooth black skirt was embroidered with faint golden patterns. I couldn't see what the pattern was, but it looked familiar.
Perhaps because I didn't respond for a long time, He asked again.
I lowered my eyes, suppressed all my emotions, and said calmly: "These are the sufferings that must be endured in life."
The white mist obscured His face, and I couldn't see His expression clearly, but I subconsciously felt that He didn't seem very happy.
Why would He be unhappy? Is it because of me?
Just thinking about this possibility made my originally calm heart beat wildly, as if it would jump out of my chest in the next second.
The God who knows neither sorrow nor joy has been disturbed because of me...
Just thinking about this makes me feel like an active volcano ready to erupt.
No matter how you pretend to be calm on the outside, your heart is constantly churning and burning.
But the next second, I was awakened by the biting cold wind.
He sighed deeply, then spoke a few words almost inaudibly.
I shouldn't have heard that, but I did.
God’s words are not easily revealed to others. That sentence was not directed at me specifically, but I could hear it anyway.
I don’t know whether this was intentional by my God or a trick of fate.
For the rest of my life, I have imagined countless times what I would become if I had not heard those words.
Is there another possibility for us...
Unfortunately, all this is just my delusion.
The fog dissipated and I suddenly woke up from my sleep.
The next day, I saw the graceful figure of my god standing on the altar.
In front of the many believers who came to pray that day, He gave me a golden crown.
This was the first time I was so close to Him, so close that I could even smell His faint fragrance.
It was an indescribable fragrance, like the sunshine after the rain, freshly ripened green tangerines, and red plum blossoms in the snow...
I tried to remember the taste firmly, but my attention could not help but be drawn to His movements.
His slender jade-like hands were so delicate, yet he placed the golden crown firmly on my head.
I could feel His warm hand gently caressing my forehead, and hear His gentle but powerful voice that could penetrate time and space and be heard by all believers.
"Today I grant you the privilege of wearing a golden crown, as if I were present in the world."
I lowered my head and looked at the dust-free white jade slab in front of me, not daring to look up at all.
Others might have thought that I was too excited about this grand honor to react immediately.
Only I know that I didn't dare to look up because I was afraid that the anger in my eyes would be revealed and would blaspheme the gods.
At this moment, the only thing left in my mind was the words He said before He left last night, words that I remembered firmly in my heart.
——"You really are not like him."
Who do I look like? Who do I look like?
Is He paying attention to me because of that person?
Is this honor that others envy so much given to me or to that so-called him?
A nameless anger suddenly surged in my heart.
I want to find that person...
Merciful God, if you really favor me, please bless me to succeed.
Let me find that person, find him...
Tonight, I only wish my God well. 】
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Jiang Yang stopped typing and looked at the hook of the last paragraph with satisfaction.
Chongming's voice rang out behind her: "Why do I feel that the reincarnation of the God of Light you wrote about isn't as sunny as he appeared to be before?"
Jiang Yang turned around in surprise, "You figured it out? I was thinking all the preparation I'd done wouldn't be apparent to anyone for a while, and you figured it out with just one glance?"
Chongming's voice was somewhat weak. "You previously described the God of Light as a naive and innocent person, and now you're describing him as a dark and sinister person?"
"Jiang Yang, can't you be nicer to the God of Light?" Chongming let out his final roar.
It’s a pity that his voice was surprisingly soft. Although Jiang Yang heard it, she didn’t take it seriously, or perhaps she was more focused on something else.
She turned to look at Chongming in panic, "Are you okay? What's wrong with your voice? Are you sick?"
Jiang Yang looked at Chongming from front to back, left to right, muttering, "This shouldn't be the case. I've never heard of a god's creation getting sick before."
Chongming held down Jiang Yang's erratic hand with one hand, blushing and saying, "You, please be respectful. I'm not a child anymore!"
Jiang Yang sneered, "Only children would say they are not children."
Chongming blushed and emphasized, as if he were a child: "I am over ten thousand years old!"
Seeing Jiang Yang ignore him, Chongming repeated, "More than ten thousand years!"
Jiang Yang nodded perfunctorily, "Okay, okay, at over ten thousand years old, our Chongming is already an adult."
When Chongming saw her like this, he knew that she didn't take his words to heart at all.
But I just can't do anything about her.
Chongming sighed heavily like a little adult. He used to think that Jiang Yang would be easier to take care of than the Tengu from the God of Wisdom's family. But now he realized that grown-up children are even harder to take care of!
Jiang Yang had no idea what was going on in Chongming's mind. She turned around and watched the comments in the live broadcast room with great interest.
As soon as Jiang Yang stopped writing, the entire live broadcast room seemed to explode.
Countless people fell into deep thought after watching the last sentence in the live broadcast room. After a brief silence, there were countless barrages and rewards.
"Although I personally think what the anchor wrote is fake, how could a god care so much about a human being? But this god is so gentle, so kind, and it fits all my imaginations of a god."
"How can there be such a perfect god in the world? He is gentle and powerful. This is my true God!"
"Help! Why is this priest so greedy? He's already in such close contact with the gods, why can't he be satisfied? How can there be such a greedy person in the world?"
"Substitute literature? So what if it's a substitute? Some people can't even be a substitute if they want to! I advise this little priest to be more obedient, otherwise he won't even be able to be a substitute!"
"The almighty God has already supported you. Why can't you forget His unintentional words? There's no need to delve into the so-called 'him'?!"
"Everyone, calm down. Calm down. The content of the live broadcast may not be true... No, I can't calm down! Why, why not me? I also want to contact the Lord God!"
"My Lord God, look at me. I am much more sensible than this priest. I can be your substitute and I have no second thoughts!"
"It's perfectly normal for a priest to fall in love with a god. After all, he's such a gentle and powerful god... Wait, what did you say? How dare you be dissatisfied? Oh, God, please bring down divine punishment and strike this pagan to death!"
"That's right, the God is willing to use you as a substitute. It means he thinks highly of you. It's your honor!"
"Hahaha, this is so funny. One second he was comparing himself to Shu Yue, and the next second he realized he was just a stand-in. The little priest must be so angry that he's going to die."
"I was saying that a little priest who didn't even have a name could not compare with Shu Yue, who has long been famous in history. Look, this is a Waterloo."
"That's Shu Yue, the first woman in the history of the gods to be favored by the gods. It is said that when she died, the God of Wisdom even shed tears. This unknown little priest dares to compete with her. It's really a foolish dream."
Jiang Yang was at a loss whether to laugh or cry. For a moment, he felt the joy of catching the hot topic, but also a complicated feeling.
Especially when looking at the audience in the live broadcast room, none of them sympathized with the priest’s unfulfilled desires, they were all longing for the gods.
Jiang Yang felt a little emotional. It seemed that the worship of gods by humans in this world had reached a level that was deeply ingrained in their bones.
Jiang Yang looked at these strange comments from the audience for a while, then typed a few lines of large characters in the live broadcast room, notifying everyone that the live broadcast would continue at 8 o'clock tomorrow night, and then ended the broadcast directly.
She fumbled to take out the reward money, left a little for her living expenses, and transferred the rest of the money into the debt account.
With a "ding" sound, a text message reminder came from the mobile phone.
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