10.6

Zhou Yunsheng was heartbroken by Bao’er’s bragging cum provocative words.

Whereas normally he would have curled up at the feet of his Father God and carefully hugged his legs, now he rushed into his arms regardless and choked out a sob on his lap.

The gurgling tears that fell on the statue were also equal to falling on his own skin, and the hot temperature made the God of Light understand for the first time what it meant to be heartbroken, what it meant to be at a loss for words. He sat stiffly in place, his dark golden eyes all agonized.

Zhou Yunsheng’s eyes and nose were red, and he spoke in a broken voice, “Father God, what exactly do you like about Bao’er Bright?”

“I don’t really like him, in fact I don’t even know who he is.” The God of Light explained seriously to the water mirror. His heart was in turmoil right now. The young devotee loved to cry, but in the past it had been out of devotion or joy, the tears were sweet, it was the first time he had cried so sadly, it really left him at a loss as to what to do.

“In terms of looks, he is not as beautiful as me; in terms of faith, he is not as pious as me; in terms of strength, he is not as powerful as me. Why do you, Father God, always fail to see such an excellent me?”

“I look at you every day, my precious.” The God of Light sighed helplessly.

“Father God, I want to kiss You as tenderly as I would kiss a dewdrop; I want to embrace You as resolutely as I would embrace a blazing fire, and yet the truth is that I want to love You even more, more madly and passionately than I love myself. Father God, will You please love me too? I don’t know why I had such a big irreverent thought, you are the only god in the continent, all the living beings in the world are your believers, all are entitled to your mercy. But you know what, I actually hope that you only look at me one, love me one. For a priest of light, such selfish thoughts are truly a sin, enough for the bishop to set me on fire and burn me to death. But even in death, I want to turn into a pile of ashes of love for You, so that when You walk by unnoticed, I will be firmly glued to Your holy robes and never be separated from You. You love to hear people sing don’t you? I will sing many, many songs, and all the hymns that have been sung about You I have memorized so deeply in my mind that I will sing for You until my voice is hoarse.”

The teenager blurted out in one breath the almost crazy adoration hidden in the bottom of his heart, and when he finished speaking, even he was confused, and hurriedly buried his reddened face between the statue’s knees.

The God of Light held his forehead, and a helpless yet joyful laughter continued to spill out from between his teeth. This was the only person in the world who could move him, his most beloved treasure. How could he be so adorable, so many times when he was gushing and praying to the statue, he wanted to go to him and take his little pink mouth and see if it was made of the sweetest honey and flower dew.

Just thinking this, the teenager suddenly straightened up and gently, quickly, kissed the statue on its thin lips. Because of the tugging of divine thoughts, even if it was just a blink of an eye, the God of Light still felt an unprecedented shock, not to mention the divine soul, even the God’s frame trembled, frantically clamoring ‘I want him’!

The shock Zhou Yunsheng received was not small. Just kissing a statue had made him experience the feeling of a relaxed heart. But after all, he had blasphemed the most beloved Father God, how was this behavior any different from Bao’er Bright? He hastily retreated a few steps away and knelt in front of the statue with a pale face in repentance.

The God of Light was having mixed feelings right now, wanting to grab him up and kiss him like crazy as well as hang him up and whip him hard. How could he back off after ruffling his feathers? It would be nothing short of torture for him. He was about to turn into a shadow and go to Joshua’s side when the Pope, Bishop, and Bao’er appeared on the water mirror, causing him to stop.

If he had known, he should have placed a barrier at the entrance to the Great Hall and excluded everyone when Joshua was alone with himself.

“This is the true face of Father God?” The Pope looked stunned, but then quickly lowered his head and covered his stinging eyes.

The bishop answered yes in a low voice, and never dared to look up into the hall to begin with.

Po suddenly shrieked, startling everyone.

Zhou Yunsheng turned back and looked straight over with a disgusted gaze and said, “Please refrain from making loud noises within the Divine Palace. Are you really a divine ambassador who came to the continent from the Divine Palace? Why are you so ignorant of the rules!”

Bao’er’s eyes were closed tightly, and she cried out in panic, “My eyes hurt, like there are two fires burning in them, save me!”

The Pope placed his palms over his eyelids and applied a holy light healing spell, causing him to slowly quiet down and snuggle into the Pope’s arms gasping for air, obviously in considerable shock.

“God the Father does not allow us mortals to look directly at his true face, and punishment will befall us if we look too long.” The bishop explained slowly. Of course, what he did not state was that even the humblest attendants within the temple would not be punished so harshly when looking up at the statue.

God the Father really doesn’t show any mercy at all, and almost burns the eyes out of Bao’er. God’s favorite? Joke!

The Pope nodded his head and accepted the explanation. He had also felt the tingling just now, so he assumed that Bao’er had been hurt like this because he had gazed too long because of his forgetfulness.

It was the first time Zhou Yunsheng had heard the words that mortals could not look directly at a statue. He stared wide-eyed at the bishop, only to see the bishop playfully winking at him and saying wordlessly with his mouth, “Child, you are the most special.”

Am I the most special? He tilted his head towards the Father God in the Great Hall, the corners of his mouth tugging as he couldn’t help but smile.

“Aren’t you Father God’s most favored divine messenger? How come you can’t even look directly at Father God’s true face? You’re not a fraud, are you?” He didn’t proclaim his uniqueness, yet he always wanted to provoke Bao’er. He loathed the sense of superiority that showed between his brows, and he loathed the fact that he was using that already filthy flesh to entice- tempt Father God.

God the Father deserves the best of everything.

Bao’er was very vain and was racking his brain to think of a rebuttal when the Pope spoke first, ”If he was a liar, God the Father couldn’t have bestowed him with such a pure and majestic power of light. Joshua my child, you’ve lost your normal mind, which is detrimental to your cultivation. I think God the Father doesn’t like light priests whose hearts are taken over by dark envy, don’t you think so?”

Zhou Yunsheng snorted, “It’s not up to you to say who the Father God likes or dislikes.” As long as he was around, he would never let Father God fall in love with Bao’er. He was not worthy.

The Pope was the supreme ruler of the Holy See, and even the most powerful king on the continent had to bow down before him, so how had he ever been contradicted by a small priest? If he were elsewhere, he would have immediately cast a Flame of Light to burn the other party to ashes, but under the eyes of the Father God, he did not dare to act rashly.

Inside he had a viper displaying fangs dripping with venom, but on the surface he broke into a loving smile and shook his head in a seemingly helpless and indulgent manner.

The Bishop rounded up at the right time, “God of Light is above, let’s start praying.”

“Okay.” Treasure’s eyes were better, but his mood was growing more and more terrified. Joshua was right, he was a liar, and it wasn’t likely that God the Father had gotten angry enough to almost burn his eyes out. He must gain Father God’s forgiveness.

The four of them knelt on the soft cushion and began to pray, while the bishop and Zhou Yunsheng were very serious, the pope and Bao’er were like kneeling on pins and needles. This is not some exaggerated rhetorical device, but the real meaning of needle felt. The two only felt numbness and itchiness at first, and after a few minutes they felt as if tens of thousands of needles had grown in the mat, sticking straight into their kneecaps, and the intense pain made them sweat.

They stood up in unison to examine it, only to find that there was no mystery in it, and after kneeling down again the sharp pain felt even worse than before, making them wish they could dig their kneecaps out.

The bishop sensed the difference and opened his eyes to inquire. Zhou Yunsheng, however, was already immersed in devotional prayers and could not be awakened even by a war outside.

“There’s something wrong with this mat, it’s had needles put in it.” Bao’er opened her mouth in aggravation, and looked at Joshua intentionally or unintentionally. The Pope’s face was cold and solemn as he kicked the mat aside.

The bishop, in order to prove the innocence of his righteous son, immediately had the mat dismantled and thoroughly examined several times, only to find nothing. He understood after a little thought that this was probably another punishment sent down by God the Father, covering the two men for having squeezed Joshua earlier.

The Pope could not get a hold of him, and did not dare to make a scene in front of the statue of God the Father, and led Bao’er away.

Zhou Yunsheng ended the day’s prayers, and as the moon climbed over the treetops, his gentle and kind expression slowly tightened and turned cold, followed by a grip.

He only knew that the brainwashed fan prayed powerfully, but he didn’t realize that he was also so powerful in tearing up with people, and what was the difference between that teary-eyed look and that of a pussy?

The protagonist sufferer just showed up and he got into it with someone, with a level of retardation on par with that original Joshua. He also tried to stop the God of Light from falling in love with the protagonist, which was a dream. The unauthorized escape of the protagonist attracted the attention of the God of Light. From the day the protagonist was born on the continent, the God of Light has been using the water mirror to observe his behavior, and was slowly attracted by his strength, kindness, and bravery.

In order to protect him, the God of Light had quietly injected half of his divine power into the ring he wore, and as long as he was in mortal danger, the divine power would shine through the entire continent, wiping out the evil Chong that threatened him. What kind of intention, what kind of care is this? Is it comparable to those minuscule favors from brainwashed fans?

But what does it mean to be able to look directly at a statue? Maybe the God of Light is jealous because he won’t let Bao’er look at it. It’s just a little fun between lovers, don’t you understand? Wake up!

Zhou Yunsheng stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling mirror, poking the teenager in the mirror hard with his fingertips, his expression grim and frustrated. The aftereffects of the psychological suggestion were too severe and had exceeded his prediction. If he let it go any further, during the daytime, Zhou Yunsheng would uncontrollably go against Bao’er and go back to Joshua’s old ways.

But his original plan was to get away from the main protagonist, Sufferer, and his attacking monarchs, and travel the continent and spread the gospel, becoming a qualified Priest of Light.

The protagonist is affected by the arrival of the protagonist, the trajectory of destiny begins to turn, and in order not to repeat the mistakes of the past, the brainwashed fan must never show up again! Starting tomorrow it’s time to do away with the mental suggestion.

While Zhou Yunsheng silently admonished himself, the image of brainwashed fans kissing the statue slipped through his mind. He covered his face and groaned, wishing to dig a hole in the ground. He could never have imagined that he would have such a lewd day, not to mention the others, even he himself could not bear to look at it.

Because he was so chagrined, he ignored the feeling of his heart throbbing, thinking only that it was the natural reaction of a brainwashed fan to his idol.

Finally done with today’s self-summary and tomorrow’s mental construction, he took off his robes and was about to enter the bath when he heard someone report from outside the door, “Lord Priest, the Lord Bishop invites you to the council chamber.”

He agreed and changed into civilian clothes and went forward.

“Lord Bishop, His Holiness the Pope, Priest Brett, good night to all.” He saluted with poise, a warm smile hanging at the corner of his mouth, half of the unruly nature of the daytime was gone.

“Sit down my boy.” The bishop reached out to invite.

“Hold this scepter and channel the power of light, my child.” The Pope handed over the scepter he carried with him, with four soy-sized Light Stones set at the top.

Zhou Yunsheng immediately realized something. Without asking any more questions, he held the scepter and inputted mana, stopping the input when two of the bright stones lit up.

The three of them waited for a few minutes, seeing that the Light Stones at the top of the scepter were still only two lit, the Bishop was deeply disappointed, while the Pope and Bao’er had a look of having expected it. They did not suspect that Joshua had hidden his strength, knowing that once triggered the four Light Stones would crazily absorb the owner’s power of light, never stopping until they were drained.

The person who could light up all four Light Stones must be a strong person at the peak of Saint, and looking at the entire continent, only the Pope could do it. Lighting up two stones wasn’t bad, but it wasn’t considered rare.

“Bao’er, you try.” The Pope signaled Joshua to hand the scepter to Bao’er.

Bao’er forced all the light power in her body towards the light stone at the top, one, two, three, four, and the fourth one, although it was bright, was bright and unstable, even so, it was considered a very appalling strength.

Pope: “Bishop, as you can see, Bao’er is now a priest of the Sacajaya Empire, and according to the rules of the Holy See, on the premise of not damaging the reputation, the person with the strongest strength is qualified to inherit the bishop’s position. The instrument you submitted to me two years ago to enthrone Joshua as bishop, I will return it to you now, and ask you to change the name of the successor to Bao’er.”

To hold the supreme power of the Holy See, one must place one’s inner circle in the pantheons of all powerful empires and fill key positions. The previously placed vice-priests have been abolished, and there should be no one to oppose the current po-po-po.

The bishop took the paperwork and grimaced.

Bao’er tried her best to hold back her delighted expression. God’s Favorite was nothing more than a false name, where was it more appealing than the power of an Imperial Bishop.

Zhou Yunsheng had known that the bishop’s throne would fall on Bao’er’s head, and even if his current strength was stronger than Bao’er’s or even the pope’s, he wouldn’t expose his biggest card just to fight for a breath. Staying in Gagor was likely to get caught up in the entanglements between Bao’er and the attacking monarchs, and being implicated as cannon fodder was inevitable.

It’s not like he’s a daytime brainwashed fan to fight with Poi in a spirited manner.

Just as he thought this, he heard the Pope say with a meaningful meaning, “The Imperial Bishop must select the person with the greatest strength, to put it bluntly, he is selecting the person who is most favored by Father God. Joshua, as you can see, Bao’er’s strength is stronger than yours, so he is also more favored by Father God. He will represent Father God to command the Sakya Imperial Pantheon in the future and lead the empire to victory in the Dark War, so please abandon the prejudice, jealousy, and resentment in your heart and listen well to his command.”

Due to the day in and day out psychological hints, Zhou Yunsheng’s spermatogenesis was more serious than he had imagined. He thought that Sanity Sung was the main personality and Brainwashed Sung was the sub-personality, but he thought wrongly that Sanity Sung, who had always been suppressed, was the weaker party, while Brainwashed Sung, who was bathed in sunshine and rain every day, was getting stronger and stronger day by day.

Right now, hearing the Pope mention God the Father, Brainwashed Sheng automatically came online without any hypnosis at all.

His face changed, and he spoke with a cold smile, ”What qualifications does he have to receive Father God’s favor? How is he qualified to represent Father God? Based on his lies, human flesh, and filthy soul? I am disgusted at the sight of him, let alone at his command. I will never recognize his bishopric!”

“How can you talk about me like that!” Bao’er was shaking with anger.

The Pope was also displeased and spoke sternly, “Joshua, for the sake of you being a child, I forgive your rudeness. But I also have to warn you carefully, there are some things that cannot be said without real evidence. Every bishop of the temple is handpicked by Father God, slandering them is tantamount to slandering Father God, I can expel you from this continent for blasphemy!”

“No, Your Holiness, please, for my sake don’t bother with Joshua.” The bishop hastily bent down to apologize.

“Then expel me, I’ll wait.” Leaving these words behind, Brainwashed Sung left in style, returning to his room and cowering back into his subconscious to sleep, leaving Sanity Sung scratching his head in anger.

What the fuck did I do to get myself into this mess! How easy is it for me to do a fucking mission? Last time, I almost lost my soul, and this time, I split into two halves, what the fuck did I do to deserve this? Li Zhisheng punched and kicked at the large pillow on the bed with a hideous expression.

The God of Light above the Nine Heavens really wanted to take the monkey-like little devotee into his arms and soothe him. Although the little devotee’s angry appearance was adorable, with red cheeks and bright eyes that made him want to kiss him, he still couldn’t afford to see him annoyed and upset.

Is every bishop handpicked by God the Father? Very well, he will show everyone what his true will is.

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The Pope internalized the appointment of Paul as the next Bishop of the Sakya Empire. This move was warmly welcomed by the ruler of the Sagaya Empire. He had heard the legend of Bao’er and knew how appalling his strength was, how noble his birth was, and that it was an honor for the empire for him to stay in Gagor.

But the old bishop didn’t think so, and he went to the palace to deal with the king himself.

“I can’t tell you much more than that, but I can assure you that Joshua is the man for the job.”

“How can I trust you if you do not explain it to me clearly? This is a decision made by the Pope and no one has the right to veto it, including me. And I heard that the Pope gave Joshua and Bao’er a fair chance to compete, but Joshua wasn’t able to capitalize on it. My friend, you should know how dangerous the Sacajawea Empire’s situation is right now, and we need the support of more powerful priests and the Pope. If you are bent on having your way, the Sagaya Empire will be destroyed in the next Dark War.”

The bishop was silent. Inwardly he was anxious, but on his lips he could not tell the truth, and finally left the palace with his head hanging down.

Within a few days, the King and the Pope issued a joint statement naming Paulette as the next bishop and crowning him a month later.

No sooner had the news been released than the terrible news of the Grand Prince arrived in Gagor, torn to pieces by dark beasts on his way to inspect his fiefdom. The Grand Prince’s consort cried herself to sleep with her newborn baby, and the King was overcome with grief.

But with the Pope’s enlightenment, he quickly pulled himself together and decided to install the second prince as Crown Prince, with a coronation ceremony to be held on the same day as Pao.

The funeral of the Grand Prince was organized in a grand and hasty manner. One big event after another disturbed the people of Gagor, however, the most disturbed among them was not Zhou Yunsheng.

He didn’t hypnotize himself anymore, but as soon as he stepped out of his chambers, he would run towards the temple with a lot of love in his heart, and then reason and emotion would have a battle in his head. One screamed, Try walking in there and see if I don’t kick your ass! One curled up in a ball with tears in his eyes and cried: even if you kick me to death, I’ll still go in!

So the servants and maids would look at the pale, stiff-limbed priest who stood at the door of the hall all day long. Sometimes the Priestess would take two steps forward, and then immediately afterward would jump back as if stepping on fire, which was a funny look.

The God of Light was used to listening to the prayers of the little devotees every day. It was his wine, his honey, his spiritual food. But for four or five days in a row, the little devotee just stood there with a fragile look of pathos, as if undergoing a violent mental struggle.

Is this still jealous? Or shy from kissing me last time? The God of Light happily guessed the little believer’s mind, enjoying his sometimes shy, sometimes annoyed, sometimes trance-like expression. In short, no matter what he did and how strange his demeanor was, it was incredibly cute in the eyes of the God of Light.

Zhou Yunsheng realized that he simply could not suppress his longing for God the Father. Every day, he got a little closer to the temple door. Without the suppression of the mental suggestion, the rational and the brainwashed one coexisted in his brain and competed with each other for the control of his body. As time went on, he realized with horror that the brainwashed one had the upper hand for longer and longer periods of time.

He was so anxious that his hair fell out, and in order not to do something embarrassing such as kissing the back of the statue’s feet, he only had to honor sitting at the entrance of the main hall carving the puppet statue of the God of Light. As long as he saw the handsome face of the God of Light, Brainwashed Sheng would be quiet, and along with that, it calmed his entire being.

He carved tirelessly, from day to night, but more than ten days on the carving of more than a hundred puppets, a variety of expressions, a variety of gestures. He also carved his own puppet, placed in the light of the God of the side, sometimes brain-dead powerful on the two puppets in the hands of the self-talking self-editing and directing a romantic love play, such as recovering their sanity immediately like a hot hand general threw the two puppets far away, buried in the quilt gritted his teeth.

His state of unprecedented chaotic embarrassment almost didn’t drive himself crazy, but the God of Light above the Nine Heavens watched and laughed, and the originally lonely, cold, and empty God’s Palace now echoed with bright laughter every day.