Even Antelie, who has always been full of energy and is unruly, never felt relaxed at all.
The great god, he was brought in by him.
It was a temporary solution, but unexpectedly, it formed such a heavy sigh here.
He also felt a sense of solemnity and depression.
I can't laugh anymore.
I didn't even have the intention to joke.
I was going to ridicule the high priest for a few words and say a few mean words, but I forgot them all.
He had forgotten it very rarely.
The prince's eyes were also confused.
Since he woke up after arguing with Fangfei, he has been very confused about the great god, Fuxi, and the temple... and I don’t know what to believe in.
Even, I don't know who is right and who is wrong.
Or, no one is wrong?
The only perception is that Fangfei cannot die.
She must not die. Because no way out of faith, no one has the right to die an innocent person.
The great god Fuxi is still standing tall.
At this time, several people suddenly ran up.
It was Ji Ruan, Master Xuankong, and the two appraisal experts guarding the Confucius Temple.
The three of them knelt down and kowtowed to the great god Fuxi silently.
The two old men were crying and they were sitting on the ground like a child who was making trouble.
Ji Ruan was also very silent.
Master Xuankong put his hands together and said nothing.
This is her own thing, the things from her mother country, and the greatest spiritual wealth of the Southern Dynasties. However, due to the decline of national strength and the incompetence of the power, she could only leave her outside and lose this rare treasure in vain.
It’s obviously my own—but I can’t beat others and can’t take them away, so what can I do?
The Taoist Master Tongling also lowered his head. He was usually the eloquent and kind, but when faced with these people, he couldn't say anything.
Wang Su, who was beside him, couldn't say anything.
Master Xuankong spoke, his voice was very calm: "I practiced in this life, Buddhism emphasizes that all four elements are empty, but at this moment, greed arises..."