10.7

Zhou Yunsheng was lying on his back on the bed, holding two puppets in his hands, with two distinctly different voices coming out of his mouth talking to himself.

“Come here my boy.”

“Father God, are you calling me?” The tone was tinged with an excited trill.

Smiling lovingly, “Who else would I call if not you? Who kneels before my statue and prays every day? Who was it that vowed to give everything for me? Who is it that says he loves me more devoutly than himself?”

“It’s me, it’s me, that’s all I said! Father God, can you hear me?”

“Of course, I’ve been watching you my child. Come here, come into my arms, I want to hold you properly.”

Overlapping the small puppet in the big puppet’s arms, Cho Yoon Sung smiled foolishly.

Above the Nine Heavens, the God of Light was sitting in front of a water mirror, and due to his forced laughter, he spilled some of the agar in his hand. Immediately, a divine messenger knelt down in front of his seat and tried to wipe it up, but he waved his hand away. This was the happiest time of his day, and he didn’t like to be disturbed.

Zhou Yunsheng fiddled with the two puppets for a while, and his shy expression suddenly turned cold. He threw the two puppets away with a look of disgust and walked to the mirror and sneered, “Is it done? Have you had enough fun today? If you’ve had enough, then give me a good squat in the corner and don’t get in my way! You can only use these puppet shows to fulfill your delusions, pathetic!”

Brainwashed Sheng hid in his subconscious mind snapping and dropping tears. But today was the coronation ceremony of Bao’er and the second prince, and they had agreed to let Rizhi Sheng take control of the body, or else Brainwashed Sheng would most likely make a scene and offend all the people of the Sacajawea Empire, including the Holy See. Then Joshua’s fate would be even worse than it was, and lacking the energy supply from the A-class world, Zhou Yunsheng’s schizophrenia would be difficult to cure.

In short the consequences are dire.

Seeing this scene, the God of Light held his forehead and sighed sadly. The young devotee would do this every time, play with himself for a while and then get angry at the mirror, repeatedly warning the teenage Bright God in the mirror that he could never fall in love with him, telling him not to dream.

He was so self-conscious, but the tangled little look was so adorable, perhaps he should have been taken to his side earlier, so that he would always live in peace of mind and happiness. The God of Light was lost in thought, and the corners of his mouth swung open into a gentle smile.

Zhou Yunsheng put on his grand and gorgeous priestly robes, combed his hair into a big braid and tied it with a golden ribbon, looked around in the mirror and made sure that his elegance was not inferior to Bao’er’s before heading towards the door. Although he would not make a scene like Brainwashed Sheng, he could still steal Bao’er’s thunder a little.

As he closed the door with his backhand, his calm expression slowly turned into a hesitant struggle, and after standing still for a moment, he sighed and walked back into the room to pick up the two puppets that he had thrown on the floor earlier, brushing the dust off of them very lovingly and placing them back in their original positions.

Bao’er wore only a simple white robe with a sash of the same color around his waist. He did not need to dress up elaborately, for during the coronation ceremony, His Holiness the Pope himself would dress him in the reddish-red, gold-trimmed cassock that only a bishop’s lordship could wear, and the king would wear a heavy crown for him.

He would stand on a high altar overlooking the populace of Gagor and light the pigeon egg sized ring of bright stones he wore on his index finger to their rapturous cheers, allowing the light of God the Father to shine throughout the Empire of Sagaya.

He would surely become the most powerful bishop, or even pope, in a thousand years, so that all the living beings on the continent would remember his name. When he did that, God the Father would surely forgive his sins and be willing to take him back to the Divine Palace and grant him the golden blood that only a god could possess.

The more Bao’er thought about it, the more excited he became, and his eyes seeped out light tears, and his cheeks were red from excitement. But when he raised his head and looked around, his eyes darkened slightly.

He saw Joshua. No, I should say that all the powerful people in the temple who had come to the ceremony saw Joshua.

He was like a beam of light suddenly descending to the mortal world, illuminating some of the surrounding. When his gentle gaze looked over, everyone unanimously felt their clamoring hearts calm down. He was so noble, holy, and compassionate that people couldn’t stop wanting to get close, but were afraid of desecrating him by getting too close.

He was the most flattering image of a priest of light that existed in everyone’s imagination, more dignified than Bao’er from the Divine Palace.

Many of the nobles stooped to salute him, not slowing down because he had missed out on the bishopric.

“Joshua, you look so pretty today. The red color should have complimented your skin better, but alas ……,” said Bao’er with a look of regret, as if to say it was all my fault, if I hadn’t shown up, you would have been able to wear the red bishop’s dress.

Zhou Yunsheng looked at him with a smile and did not talk to him. It is a brain-damaged Sheng’s business to tear with a sissy. After the coronation ceremony in three days is Joshua’s 18th birthday, after the baptism ceremony he will immediately leave Gagor, so as not to get involved in the main protagonist of the subject and the attackers caused by the right and wrong.

Pushing the stupid brainwashed Sung down, he walked over to the old bishop and stood beside him.

“My child, that position is yours. No matter how others may fancy it, no one can take away what belongs to you.” When saying this, the old bishop didn’t lower his voice at all, causing Bao’er to be embarrassed and at the same time arousing the king and the pope’s displeasure.

“Old friend, I know Joshua is the child you raised, and your heart is ultimately toward him. But Bao’er is the best person chosen by God the Father and His Holiness the Pope together, and you should obey God the Father’s will.” Afraid of angering the Pope, the king grabbed the opportunity to speak first.

“It was His Holiness the Pope’s will, not God the Father’s, to pick Poi. It was not only me who raised Joshua, but also God the Father, and if he were here, he would certainly not pick anyone else but Joshua.” The bishop said with certainty.

“Bird, you are getting old and your closed mind no longer allows you to listen to the gracious will of God the Father. It seems that letting you abdicate at this time was indeed the right resolution.” The Pope spoke coldly, and then swept his majestic gaze over the dignitaries within the great hall.

The powerful nobles bowed their heads, not daring to say anything.

Zhou Yunsheng was grateful for the old bishop’s love and care for him, but he still tugged on his sleeve, signaling him to stop arguing.

The old bishop glanced at the king and sighed silently. One day they would learn what a foolish move the Sakya Empire had made in abandoning Joshua and awarding the bishopric to someone else!

When everyone unanimously chose to remain silent, a clear and cold female voice suddenly rang out, “As soon as His Holiness the Pope arrived, the Sacajawea Empire changed the sky, not only did the bishop change his candidate, but even the Crown Prince died inexplicably. His Holiness the Pope is a messenger of God, and should bring well-being, how come wherever he goes, he brings calamity to wherever he goes.”

“Elena, shut up!” The king roared.

The noblewoman standing behind Zhou Yunsheng’s right side snorted in contempt. She was the wife of the late Grand Prince. She was convinced that her husband’s death was a murder staged by the Second Prince in collusion with the Pope. The Holy See had many secret methods, and controlling a dark beast couldn’t be easier. Just wait, when the confused old king died, sooner or later the Sacajawea Empire would turn into a lackey of the Holy See!

The Pope hated to cast a purification spell to burn all these pricks to ashes, but his outward image had always been generous, tolerant, and merciful, so he couldn’t get angry, especially in front of the statue of God the Father. He waved his hand with a smile on his face, and a clergyman holding two scrolls of paperwork walked to the center of the temple and knelt down.

Untying the red silk that bound the instrument, he chanted aloud the enthronement written jointly by the Pope and the King so that God the Father above the Nine Heavens might be informed, and when he had finished reciting it, he sprinkled the golden holy water given by the Pope on the instrument, and re-tied it up and handed it to the Second Prince and Bao’er.

Side by side, the two men walked to the temple, knelt before the statue and prayed, and at the end of the day placed two bunches of white moonshine, which they had picked with their own hands that morning, at the feet of the Father God as a sign of devotion.

When they were done, the king stepped forward and put on the crowns for both of them. The top of the crowns were each embedded with a soybean-sized light stone, which would flash white light as a warning when a demon approached, and could also be turned into a sharp weapon to kill the demon if it was fed with the power of light. This is the most precious treasure left behind by the God of Light when he toured the continent, it is the top material for making magic weapons, and the stock is pitifully small.

Even the powerful Pope only possessed four pieces, let alone others. That was why when Bao’er showed his pigeon egg-sized Light Stone ring, the crowd was convinced of his origin. Who could mess with the favorite of the God of Light? Even the most vicious robbers on the continent wouldn’t dare to do anything like robbing her by force. Bao’er’s smooth sailing all the way was largely thanks to the blessing of this ring.

The king finished crowning the two men and stepped aside to speak respectfully, “I ask His Holiness the Pope to drape the new bishop of my empire in holy robes.”

A maid came out of the crowd and knelt at the Pope’s feet, holding a brand new bishop’s holy robe in her hands. Because of the holy water sprinkled on it, the holy robe faintly radiated golden light, looking dazzling.

Bao’er darted a quick glance and her heart pounded wildly.

The Pope picked up the holy robe and shook it off, walking step by step to Bao’er, smiling and speaking, ”My child, you have the most devout faith, the purest soul, and the kindest heart, and what you have done is worthy of the great profession of Priest of Light. With the power of light in your body as strong as it is, it is evident how much God the Father favors you, and since he chose you to be a messenger of light, I cannot go against his will. I hereby announce that you, Bao’er Bright, will be the new Bishop of the Sakya Empire from this day forward. Stand up my child, and let me clothe you in holy robes.”

Choking back tears in her eyes, Pao gave a big salute each to God the Father and the Pope before she stood up.

The Pope draped the red holy robe over his shoulders and was about to tie the sash for him when golden flames suddenly emerged from the surface of the robe and surrounded the two. The lurid heat almost baked the floor.

Bao’er shrieked and lay on the ground and kept rolling. The pope is very calm, immediately cast spells intended to extinguish the flame, but he soon realized that the flame is not ordinary flame, and even he wore engraved with the oracle of the royal robes also burned through a big hole.

What was the origin of the flame that could destroy the oracle? Could it be divine fire?

The Pope’s heart thumped, and beads of sweat could not stop falling. If it was really divine fire, then it was sent down by God the Father, burning nothing but Bao’er, who was clad in holy robes, so it was clear that he was very unhappy with this new bishop and his own decision? What should we do now? Will God the Father burn us to ashes?

For the first time, the Pope experienced the feeling that his life was on the line. He stopped releasing spells and knelt in front of the statue in penance instead. Luckily, there was a trace of divine power attached to his body, so he only felt uncomfortable and did not lose his temper.

On the other hand, rolling on the ground wailing Bao’er looks much more miserable. His skin is smooth and not visible, that is because the flames did not burn his body, but know directly burn his soul, how much filth exists in the soul will have to bear how much pain.

The current Bao’er hated to die right away, and cried miserably, “Save me, whoever it is, come and save me! If you can’t, please kill me with a knife! It hurts, it hurts too much! Father God, please forgive me!” He had seen servants burned to death by Father God’s light flames and naturally knew what he was about to face.

Even at this point, he still didn’t dare to tell his sins as they were.

The king, the second prince, and all the dignitaries were all stunned. The solemn coronation ceremony turned into a disaster in the blink of an eye, no one could accept it. The one who was burned was not an ordinary person, but the Pope and the God’s favor, this point was already enough to make them horrified, and what was even more unbelievable to them was that the Pope’s omnipotent saint peak expert could not do anything with the flames that suddenly appeared, what exactly was the origin of these flames?

The people looked towards the cold-faced God of Light in the great hall and suddenly felt that they understood something, immediately kneeling down to repent. In any case, one of those burned was the newly elected bishop of the Sagaya Empire, and the people of Sagaya couldn’t escape responsibility. If God the Father relented to the anger of the entire empire, Sagaya would disappear from the continental map forever.

That’s terrible!

The king was so frightened that his face turned pale, his lips trembled, and he knelt on the ground and saluted while murmuring incoherently, “God of Light, please forgive the sins of the believers, land all the calamities on the heads of the believers, and don’t make things difficult for the believers’ subjects.”

Zhou Yunsheng had long ago pulled the bishop to kneel in the corner with the least number of people and coldly watched the miserable scene.

Bao’er had already howled until his voice was hoarse, but Bishop was still holding on. But his forehead was covered with sweat and his lips were biting out blood, so it was clear that it wasn’t easy.

After a few minutes, the golden flames finally stopped burning, and the robes on the bishop’s body had turned to ashes, exposing his body. In order to avoid making a fool of himself, he took out the new robes in his spatial ring and changed into them at the first opportunity, and then his heart beat fiercely.

He realized that the trace of divine power stored in his body had disappeared, leaving him with only the not-so-strong power of light. Without the divine power, he was afraid that he wouldn’t even be able to defeat the aging Bishop Bird. And every time a dark war broke out, the Pope had to stand at the rear, holding up the Light Boundary for the allied armies of the three races with the many Priests of Light.

He was the mortal incarnation of the God of Light, the spiritual ruler of the continent’s living beings. He enjoyed that high honor and status, and simply could not bear the possibility of losing it. His mind was in such turmoil that he could barely control his twisted expression, and a rush of blood welled up in his throat, which he silently swallowed as it touched his teeth.

He must never let anyone know about this!

Bao’er’s situation was even more miserable. His divine soul had been calcined for a long time, but instead of burning away the defilements, it had burned away the divine qi he had been tainted with in the divine palace. In other words, the pure spirit body that he had only achieved after five or six hundred years of smudging had reverted to the refuted physique he had before being chosen by the divine messenger.

He could still use the power of the Light, but he could not replenish it back through meditation as he had done before, instead using a little less until he became utterly mortal.

His breath was dying as he lay on the floor, his robes burned to the bone, exposing – naked – his love-scarred body.

The Holy See has a rule that every Priest of Light must remain a virgin, because only the pure are qualified to serve God the Father. They can fall in love with someone, but only in their hearts, and they can’t engage in carnal desires, let alone leave an heir. Of course, being favored by the Father God is another story.

Due to the scarcity of the number, the prohibited priests would not be punished too severely, but the loss of succession was certain. Bao’er’s body plainly showed why God the Father was punishing him, because he was not qualified to be a bishop at all!

When a human body was licked by the flames, they would spasm their arms and legs and unconsciously curl up. Right now, Bao’er’s posture was very ugly, he curled up in a ball like a boiled shrimp, his back was tightened to the limit, exposing a section of his spine, and red hickeys slid along his bones all the way down to his buttock crevice and inner thighs, so it was obvious how intense and crazy -sex- he had enjoyed.

The crack of his buttocks was slightly open, his red and swollen pussy-openings were clearly visible, and that lustful-look made even the most debauched aristocrat’s face feel hot when he looked at it.

The Second Prince staggered back, fury surfacing in his crimson eyes. He hadn’t touched Bao’er at all these days, so who had left these marks? Come to think of it, it was only the Pope who had an ambiguous attitude.

No wonder Father God wanted to send down golden flames of anger to burn these two people, so they deserved it! Thinking about this, the second prince’s anger turned into fear. If Father God knew about Bao’er’s scandalous affair with the Pope, of course he would also know about his scandalous affair. Could Father God spare him?

His knees gave out and he couldn’t stand anyway.

The dignitaries were in an uproar, fearing that they would disturb their father’s god and quickly quieted down again, repenting in silence. Just when they thought nothing worse could happen, the documents jointly written by the Pope and the King, naming the second prince as the Crown Prince and Bao’er as the Bishop, also began to burn, and in the blink of an eye they burned down to nothing but ashes.

Immediately afterward, the white moonflower that the two had picked with their own hands and placed at the feet of the Father God quickly turned yellow and withered, emitting a foul odor of decay.

This series of changes left the people all confused, with fear and despair in their hearts. God the Father has always been kind and loving, so how could He ever vent His anger in such an extreme way? From this, we could see how much the sins of these two people had angered Him.

Recalling the Pope’s declaration that Bao’er was God’s favorite, the most suitable bishop chosen by him and God the Father, it was undoubtedly a big lie! The Pope was the only one who chose Bao’er, didn’t you see the old bishop asserting before the ceremony that Bao’er was not God the Father’s choice?

The king, too, thought of this, and looked with a pleading eye toward the aged Bishop Bird, who had taken off his episcopal robes. He was now so remorseful that he wished to kill himself! Bishop Bird had come to the palace three or four times to ask him to retract his will to canonize Bao’er, but he had refused.

He was afraid of offending the Pope at the time, but if he had known that he would offend God the Father, he should have torn up the decree at the time.

“My child, go and appease your Father God so that he will not be angry again.” The old bishop pointed to the statue.

In the next second after the mutation occurred, Brainwashed Sheng went online because he was too emotional. He coldly watched the Pope and Bao’er’s tragic situation and felt a great pain in his heart.

If Father God is disgusted with Bao’er, does that mean I still have a chance? Can I take Paul’s place?

His eyes lit up and he immediately knelt down to the statue of God the Father, intending to confess for a moment and then make his statement, and immediately reached out to clean it up when he saw the already smelly flowers that were still placed at the feet of God the Father.

A ray of golden light wrapped around his fingertips and pulled him upward with force, causing him to fling himself uncontrollably into the Father God’s arms, his hot face fitting into his Father God’s thigh. He struggled to get up, but suddenly felt a warm, broad palm caressing the top of his head and another hand gently patting and caressing his spine.

Is this God the Father? God the Father caressing him?

He couldn’t believe this conclusion, so he stiffly lay motionless in the arms of his Father God, unable to even blink his eyes. He was afraid that if he moved the slightest bit, everything he felt would disappear like a bubble.

His wide-open eyes were full of tears, but he didn’t dare to fall easily, even the trembling had to be restrained, and he could only bite his thumb hard. The look was pitiful.

The Lightbody’s doppelganger replaced the statue to embrace the teenager, dropped his head, gazed at him with a doting gaze of the utmost care, gently wiped away the teardrops hanging in the corners of his eyes, and ruffled his thick, curly eyelashes affectionately. When he saw her blink in horror and shudder uncontrollably, he let out a delighted laugh.

He flipped his palm and conjured up a crown of red moonflowers woven into a flower, which he placed on the teenager’s head and planted a kiss containing intense love and divine power on his brow before disappearing into the temple.

He came and went, but no one in the temple saw his true form, but the crown of flowers that suddenly appeared above the teenager’s head was real, causing the powerful to marvel while piercing the eyes of the Pope and the Bowers.

Only then did they realize who was responsible for what they had suffered today. But so what if they knew, that person is the true favorite of God the Father, if they want to harm him, the next time waiting for them is death, in the true sense of the word, even the soul is destroyed.

“My child, has God the Father forgiven his ignorant followers?” Seeing his righteous son just hugging the garland and giggling, forgetting everything else, the old bishop had to remind.

“Father God didn’t say, I would like to confess with Father God alone, is that okay?” The teenager blinked his wet eyes.

“Of course. Let’s all retire, God the Father doesn’t want to see us right now, including His Holiness the Pope.” The old bishop spoke in a nonchalant manner. Having angered God the Father, the Pope’s good days were at an end, not to mention that he would have to explain about those marks on Bao’er’s body after he went out.

Even if he let others take the blame, trusting foolish mortals could not trust the all-knowing God the Father. Sooner or later, God the Father would take back everything that had been given to him.

The two maids wrapped Bao’er up with their robes and helped him out. I didn’t expect that the noble and pure in appearance Lord Bright Priest would be so – lascivious – in his bones, after releasing him later on he should go and wash his hands by the holy pool.

The powers that be did not leave, but stared at the Pope and the King with condemnation, telling them to give an account. Wasn’t that the deal? The new bishop is the favorite of God the Father, his messenger to the mortal world. This is called a favorite, a messenger? You guys really aren’t kidding?

The Pope looked ashamed and said bluntly that he had been deceived by Bao’er, and that he would imprison him and interrogate him clearly, and then he would go back to rest on the pretext that he was seriously injured. He is now, after all, the Pope, and everyone did not dare to make things difficult, but only let him leave, and then blocked the king accountability.

The king apologized very sincerely and was about to announce the revocation of Bishop Bao’er’s position when he heard a crunching sound, the bright stone on the second prince’s crown shattered and fell to the ground from the groove in which it was set, turning into pieces. At the same time, the crown that shimmered with brilliant light quickly crawled with rust, old as if it would fall apart at any time.

The crowd was still in shock and unable to return to their senses when they heard the Grand Imperial Consort laugh freely, “Hahaha, see? This is Father God’s verdict on the foolish decisions you have made. A Crown Prince who is evil on the inside can only wear a rotten crown.”

“No, it wasn’t! I didn’t do anything!” The second prince shouted as he held the crown, and with a slight push of his fingers, he actually pinched the crown out of shape, making it look like a cheap, comically shaped hat.

“Do you dare swear to the Father God in heaven that you had nothing to do with my husband’s death?” The Grand Imperial Consort cross-examined in a stern voice.

The Second Prince shook his head with a pale face and fled in a sorry state under the watchful eyes of the crowd.

The king instantly aged dozens of years, covering his face and hunching his back, not knowing what he was thinking. It was only when the respected old bishop stepped forward to say that the plague would be resolved satisfactorily that the terrified dignitaries were allowed to leave.

“Joshua is the true favorite of God right?” When everyone had gone, the king spoke with certainty.

“Right.”

“Why didn’t you tell me earlier?”

“I remember telling you many times. But you chose to believe Paulette over me.”

The king was silent.

“What does the red moonflower stand for, do you remember?” The old bishop patted the king on the shoulder and left with a slow gait.

The king’s eyes drooped in thought, and in a moment he climbed from the valley of despair to the mountaintop of hope. Red Luna – O pure lover, I am passionately in love with you. If this was the true heart of God the Father, then the Sagaya Empire could have a bright future as long as it had Joshua.

That’s great. Thank you, Father God, for your favor, and please forgive us for our foolishness.