In an instant, countless voices emerged in Zhao Guanxiang’s mind.

He was like a statue enshrined in a temple, listening to the whispers of thousands of believers and telling their sufferings.

He just felt his head buzzing and his Niwan Palace suffered a severe impact, even causing blood to flow out of his mouth, nose and other orifices.

“Uh ah ah ah…”

He clenched his teeth, his eyeballs bulged, veins popped out on his forehead, and he tried his best to arouse the spirit of the Lord of No Despair in his body.

However, the spiritual power of the Lord Wuwang, who was entrenched in his Niwan Palace, was as silent as death this time.

“Damn it, it’s useless at the critical moment!”

Zhao Guanxiang couldn’t help but curse in his heart, and soon his back was soaked with cold sweat.

Is he going to…die here?

The next moment, he immediately reached into his arms, trying to take out the life-saving jade token given to him by his adoptive father.

But the moment his fingers touched the Takumu Plate, the scene in front of him began to become illusory and double.

He was like a drunk. He could clearly feel the Takumu card in his arms, right in front of his fingertips, but he couldn’t take it out.

Zhao Guanxiang fell into a dazed state, and felt that everything around him began to spin.

He didn’t know what he was doing, nor what was happening around him, he could only feel himself moving.

“bitter……”

“All living things suffer…”

“Sorrow and joy are suffering, happiness is also suffering…”

The voice in his head grew louder and louder, so loud that he couldn’t think about anything else.

I don’t know how long this situation lasted…

suddenly!
The whole world fell silent.

The noisy sounds that had just come one after another receded like the tide at this moment.

Zhao Guanxiang looked around blankly. He was still in the Temple of Seven Sufferings, but there was no sign of other people in the temple.

The newcomers who came in with him, the flower gods, and the Seven Bitterness Saintess who looked like Princess Yuzhen…

All disappeared!
Zhao Guanxiang suddenly turned his head and looked at the statue on the altar.

But where the statues of the Seven Bitter Immortals had originally been placed, the statue of the goddess was gone.

Instead, there is a “mass of air” that is as light and full as willow catkins and cotton yarn.

Zhao Guanxiang had seen this kind of “air mass” before. It was when he entered the Niwan Palace and saw it in his spiritual world.

However, the “air mass” that appeared in this temple was much larger than what he saw in the spiritual world, and it almost reached the dome.

The next moment, the “air ball” on the altar suddenly pounced down from the altar and wrapped him up in it.

The moment Zhao Guanxiang was wrapped up and came into contact with this “air mass”, he understood what this “air mass” represented.

It’s “joy”!
……

Zhao Guanxiang seemed to have had a long dream in a daze.

He couldn’t remember what he dreamed about, he just remembered that it was a good dream.

As his consciousness gradually regained consciousness, he suddenly felt a sweet and fragrant taste coming from his throat. The next moment, he suddenly opened his eyes and saw the Seven Bitterness Statue!
I didn’t know when I ran to the altar and lay down, with the willow branch in the hands of the Goddess of Seven Bitterness in my mouth.

The sweet and fragrant taste just now is the “juice” flowing from the willow branches.

Zhao Guanxiang quickly sat up and turned his head to see the Holy Lady of Seven Sufferings standing not far from the altar, staring at him in amazement.

Not only her, but everyone in the hall stopped baptizing, and the seven large pools were also closed. Everyone stood in the hall and looked at him on the altar.

“I didn’t mean to… I couldn’t control myself.”

Even with Zhao Guanxiang’s temperament, he couldn’t help but panic when he saw this scene. He rolled down the altar and hurriedly explained.

Who doesn’t know that the Salvation Church is a group of believers who have a morbid belief in gods? In their eyes, what I did just now must be a sin that deserves to be cut into pieces, right?

But at this moment, Zhao Guanxiang looked at the statue of the Seven Sufferings on the altar with suspicion.

This statue… didn’t seem to be in this posture just now.

If Zhao Guanxiang remembered correctly, when he first entered the temple, the statue he saw was a goddess sitting cross-legged on auspicious clouds, with a mutton-fat bottle with a willow branch in her left hand, and her right hand placed on her legs in a flower-picking posture.

But now, the goddess was lying on her side on the auspicious clouds, with one hand behind her head and the other hand holding a willow branch hanging down.

If no one had replaced the statue in the temple when Zhao Guanxiang was unconscious…

In other words, the statue just now… moved?
Zhao Guanxiang was shocked by his own idea, and then he thought of the statue of the Three Lamps Spirit Lord in his adoptive father’s hand.

It is said that the statue in my adoptive father’s hand contains the flesh and blood of the spirit master above the three lamps, and possesses extraordinary spirituality. The statue feels like human skin to the touch, as if it were alive.

Could it be that… the statue of the God of Seven Sufferings in front of me is also like this?
Such a huge statue, could it be possible that a complete deity is sealed inside? !
The more Zhao Guanxiang thought about it, the more frightened he became, and his eyes looked a little weak.

If this is true, then it would also explain why the spirit of Lord Wuwang just now failed to eliminate the power of the Seven Bitter Immortals.

After all, even if the Lord of Unforgettable is one of the four gods of the Four Gods Palace of the Savior Religion, he is on an equal footing with the Seven Bitter Immortals. But the spirituality of the Lord of Unforgettable in his body is only a part, not complete. How can he contend with the power of such a large statue of the Seven Bitter Immortals?

“Why don’t you run away now!”

Zhao Guanxiang felt that if he didn’t run away now, it would be too late.

But just before he recovered from his confusion, a “plop” sound suddenly came from beside him.

He was startled for a moment and looked back quickly, only to see that the Saint of Seven Sufferings was kneeling down in front of him.

“Lu Yulan, the Saintess of the Seven Sufferings, greets the Holy Lord Chosen by God!”

When she raised her head and looked at Zhao Guanxiang, her eyes were full of enthusiasm and joy.

Zhao Guanxiang opened his mouth and raised a finger after a long while, pointing at himself, with a look of shock on his face: “Me?”

“Meet the Holy Lord Chosen by God!”

In response to him, there was the kneeling of everyone in the hall and the cheers that were like thunder and sea.

……

“When will my man come back? He’s been gone for days!”

At the same time, in a private residence in Baofeng County.

Jiang Ping’er sat by the window, leaning her hands on the edge, looking outside the house, and sighed in boredom.

Inside the house, Zhao Nishang was writing at her desk. She didn’t stop what she was doing when she heard the words. She said without even looking up, “How can you come back so soon? If you want to get useful information, it’s not enough to just sneak in. You have to climb to a certain position.”

She paused writing, tilted her head and thought for a moment, then suddenly laughed: “I guess he has just become a follower of the Salvation Church, and he might be being ordered around to do all kinds of dirty work.” (End of this chapter)