After returning to the temple, Izel stated to Chang Li the reason why he went to the palace.
Changli didn't say much after listening to his explanation, and just let him leave.
He stood in front of the tall statue, looking at the hazy face carved on the statue, but there was no trace of awe in his eyes.
This is the branch temple of the temple in the Turan Empire.
After the temple moved its headquarters from the Turan Empire to Linton many years ago, it became a branch temple and was run by a cardinal.
When Chang Li came, , this place is temporarily in charge of Changli.
The separation between the temple and the empire many years ago was precisely what Changli did.
After he truly became the pope of the temple, he no longer tolerated the outdated nobles.
He directly moved the temple to a remote area and gathered emperors and kings from various countries to jointly carve out a piece of land. , these lands were connected together and had a new name, Linton.
Over the years, Linton gradually replaced the Fenglan Empire's temple and became a place of pilgrimage.
The gray-haired cardinal stood beside Chang Li without saying a word.
He did not express any opinions on Chang Li's disrespectful stance, because this minister was never disrespectful and would never change his behavior because of other people's dissatisfaction.
Even if he is the most deserving person in the world, even if he is the Pope.
He looked at the pale hand deep under his crown, and gently knocked on the plaster statue a few times.
The dull sound echoed in the temple, and was also mixed with the rustling sound, which was the plaster dropping lime. sound.
Fine pieces of white powder fell from the plaster and landed on the altar table, like a piece of dirty dust, or maybe it was dust.
His fingers swept over the altar table, and the dirty lime was not even as white as the fingers.
He twisted it gently with his pale fingers, and then released it carelessly.
The white powder turned into complete dust and fell on the ground, but his hands were not stained with any dirt.
He raised his head and looked at the silent statue in front of him.
His indifferent voice was even more like a god than the statue, "The statue here is too old.
Go and replace it with a new one."
The cardinal responded respectfully.
But Chang Li's voice sounded again, "After all, he is a noble god.
How can the statue of the god be old?"
There was a touch of ridicule and disdain in the words this time, making it difficult to imagine that these were words spoken by a pope to his beloved god.
But the cardinal standing aside was still not dissatisfied at all, or in other words, he did not dare to be dissatisfied at all.
When Changli decided to move the main hall of the temple many years ago, he made people know what gods living in the world are.
The employees of the temple all know that the best choice is to treat this person as a real god.
In the temple today, the loyal servants of God have gradually disappeared.
After Changli left the hall where the statue was enshrined, the cardinal let out a helpless sigh.
He took the silk satin placed aside and gently wiped away the fallen powder.
This is not the first time.
The statues here were replaced when the headquarters was moved, and the replaced statues would always have some problems from time to time, such as the most common dust.
At first, the cardinal demanded that the sculptors carefully carve the statues of gods.
However, after many attempts by the poor craftsmen still failed to produce results, he stopped making such attempts.
Because the funds in the temple are not enough
Yes, because the offerings from all the major empires were concentrated in the main hall of Linton, the branch halls of the Fenglan Kingdom could only get very little.
After changing the idols many times to no avail, the bishop had no choice but to give up this option. .
After all, so many clergy needed supplies, and he couldn't let his little lover suffer just to repair the statue.
Therefore, he could only pretend that it didn't happen.
Of course, he still had to clean the statue himself.
Although he was not very loyal to the god, this statue was the face of the temple, and he could not let others laugh at it.
He looked at the poor statue and murmured to himself, "God, God, you are so pathetic, you can't even have a better statue."
Even though he heard his Majesty asking him to repair the statue today, he knew it and kept it as it was.
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If he really did it, wouldn't that make him feel uncomfortable?
As a subordinate, he must understand the leader's words well in order to have a future.
The next day, he found a craftsman and scraped a layer of powder off the statue.
From this point of view, although the statue was thinner, it looked new.
The cardinal looked complacent at his masterpiece, but the god who was in the divine realm was almost furious.
The Kingdom of God is no longer what it was in its heyday.
As humans continue to grow stronger, their beliefs become less and less pure, and the power of God continues to be weakened.
Gradually, there are fewer and fewer gods in the Kingdom of God, and finally only the most powerful god is left, which is the only god that humans believe in today.
However, his power still weakens with the passage of time.
Until many years ago, when that unbeliever became the Pope and became the most direct link between God and mankind, God's influence on mankind became even lower.
After that person decided to leave the Turan Empire, which had the highest faith value, the invisible capital of faith that had long been solidified was broken up.
The newly born Linton lost the influence of the royal family and became a true capital of gods, but those who had drifted away But his faith could not be condensed and could only slowly disappear.
And that human took advantage of this opportunity to seal the greatly weakened god in the kingdom of God, so that even a shred of power could no longer be revealed.
The god who could not show his will could only watch that man quickly take control of the entire temple.
Until now, the god cannot even protect his own statue, and his power still cannot reveal the slightest bit of the ban.
He walked down from the throne and saw the empty garden, where beautiful roses should have grown.
Changli, who was cursed by everyone, sat in front of a bouquet of lilies.
The pure white flowers were leisurely bathing in the sunshine.
When Changli's pale fingers touched them, a drop of clear water rolled down from the flowers and flowed along.
His fingers fell into the dirt.
The cool feeling made Changli feel comfortable.
A ball of white light condensed on his fingers and flowed into the lily along the petals.
Suddenly, the lily was covered with a white halo, and it gently tapped Changli's fingers, as if to express thanks, and the feeling of joy was also felt by Changli from his fingers.
Chang Li's cold face was reflected by the water droplets, completely inconsistent with the choices of previous popes, but he still sat in this position.
Why?
Naturally because of his strength
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