wear it lord god

Chapter 2617 Wait

Temple keepers are all believers in gods, but this guy doesn't look like a believer.

The temple keeper looked at him suspiciously, but still answered, "We've all lived here for generations, and almost all the jobs are done by people from this planet. You're probably not a local, so you'll need to immigrate first, and then apply for a job at the labor bureau. But the labor bureau might not be able to provide any job you want..."

After all that, the point is: It's difficult!
For the first step of immigration, obtaining a passport from one's home planet is extremely difficult; even money can't buy it. There are jobs, a good environment, good benefits, and an extremely low crime rate. Of the more than 20 billion people in the world, 15 billion want to return to their home planet.

Here, there is divine protection; otherwise, how could a place of exile for criminals three thousand years ago have become the dream home of all mankind?

Bruce glanced at the statue in the temple, then said "thank you," turned and left without looking back.

The temple keeper was a little bewildered. Although he encountered one or two oddballs almost every day, given the large flow of people, even if it was only a one in a thousand chance.

However, there aren't many people who want to become temple keeper.

The next day, Emily's case was resolved.

After professional evaluation, Emily was found to have severe paranoia and moderate judgment disorder. In 600 simulated scenarios, she became the victim in 300 of them, and failed in the remaining 300 scenarios where she was supposed to commit a crime.

She could lead people to designated locations for her crimes, but she never carried them out. The difficulty level kept decreasing, from beating and killing to robbing them, until finally she wouldn't even slap them, or even take a shoe or sock.

Therefore, her paranoia also includes the so-called "Mother Mother" personality, making her a true Mother Mother type personality.

Given that Emily is not suited to live in this world, her home planet will protect her, and she will have a simple and decent job in the place with the lowest crime rate and the friendliest environment.

If Emily does not wish to stay, she will be sent back to her Martian registered address.

Emily agreed to stay, and became a canteen worker at a farm. The farmland there stretched for thousands of acres, the population was small, and everyone lived a peaceful and tranquil life.

She soon met a young man working at a nearby agricultural processing plant, and they lived together. They separated after their child died tragically at birth. She later found a new partner and had a daughter, but they separated when her daughter was two; the daughter was raised by her biological father. She has had no more children since.

Because she made no significant contributions, she lived to the age of eighty and died of natural causes. In her ordinary life, the only truly dramatic moments were her lawsuit against the wealthy and her suicide at the temple.

No one knows when it started, but a person appeared in the temple.

He chose the least crowded corner, set up his easel, and painted from morning till night. Three meals a day were delivered to him, and when it was time to sleep at night, he would simply sleep on a makeshift bed next to his easel.

Besides going out to shower and change clothes every morning and washing up at night, he also spent all three meals outside the temple gates, sitting next to his easel. He seemed more like a temple keeper than the temple keeper himself.

Many people went over to see what he was painting out of curiosity. The painting was of a very beautiful woman in white, dressed just like the jade statue of the main deity in the center.

He never spoke or responded, simply immersing himself in his own world.

He painted slowly, as if each stroke was carefully considered before being added. When he got tired of painting, he would sit cross-legged in front of the painting, gazing at it intently, as if he were conceiving the next creation, or perhaps looking at his lover.

Because photography was prohibited inside the temple, it was impossible to take any pictures. His painting was so good that it seemed as if the supreme deity himself was depicted.

He could create one painting in about a month, and whenever he took the painting down and put on a new canvas, the temple keeper would go up and take away the painting he had finished.

The Supreme God is the highest being. Many people cosplay as the Supreme God, but no one dares to draw him. The Supreme God also has portrait rights; you can imitate him, but you cannot use his image for personal artistic creation.

Therefore, all the paintings he created belonged to the blessed land of the Nine Heavens and could not be circulated outside.

His reputation spread quickly, and everyone knew that he was drawing the main god.

He does not accept offerings, and there are no signs or items for accepting money nearby.

Later, someone recognized him as Emily, the woman who committed suicide at the temple seeking justice, the one targeting the rich and handsome man. Public opinion was divided; some said he was atoning for his sins, others said the gods hadn't condemned him, and he was simply expressing his faith in this way. But there was no definitive conclusion, and he neither refuted nor communicated with the outside world, focusing solely on his painting.

Devotees would bring him paints and canvases, and if they were of high quality, he would use them. But if they weren't to his liking, he would set them aside and have the temple keeper take them as donations to other places in need.

Sometimes female tourists or those seeking fame would approach him to express their love, but he would ignore them. If there was any physical interference, he would simply push them away gently. Once, when someone went too far, he picked them up and threw them out of the temple, without uttering a single word.

This sparked another round of discussion.

A year has passed, and theologians, artists, and other scholars have come to see the painting. They all say that it is a true depiction of the main deity, and some even say that it is much better than the priceless white jade statue.

Ten years later, one night, a figure appeared next to his sleeping mat.

"How long do you plan to stay here?" the voice asked.

Bruce opened his eyes, and after recognizing the person who had come, he slowly sat up and sat cross-legged on the floor: "Will I ever see her again?" He hadn't spoken in a long time, and his speech seemed a little slurred.

"You're just a mortal; you won't live to see her return." Qiming was a little annoyed. If he couldn't paint in private, he would paint publicly, in the temple. As a result, everyone saw his painting.

I thought he would leave once he had painted enough, but in the Blessed Land of Nine Heavens, every day a deity on duty would bring back paintings.

They received 120 paintings in ten days, which even surprised Qibin.

Bruce asked, "How can one become a god?"

Since he could not wait for her with his mortal body, he would become a god.

Even with his excellent composure, Qiming was so angry that he took a deep breath and earnestly advised, "Leave here. Your painting will be delivered to her; that's enough. There are many wonderful things in the mortal world."

Bruce shook his head and lowered it, as if he were in deep meditation.

"Fine, you can wait here then. Time will show you that you'll never see her again..." Qiming left, his face pale.

Thirty years later, someone came again, still in the middle of the night when no one was around. This time it was Qibin.

The ever-proud Bruce knelt down, kneeling before Qibin, and asked in a muffled voice, "Will I ever see her again?"

Facing such a persistent person, Qibin closed his eyes, feeling a mix of emotions, and sighed deeply.

Fifty years later, Bruce in the temple was hailed as a master painter. Although others had tried in secret, none could capture the essence of his paintings.

Everyone who has seen his paintings agrees that they depict the divine, and that his paintings possess a soul.

A hundred years later, Emily had long since passed away, and the temple keeper had changed. The old temple keeper had retired, and his grandson had taken over his position. Bruce, now over 150 years old, still looked middle-aged thanks to expensive medications.

Besides painting, he would run three laps around the temple every morning to maintain his weight. To prevent his language from deteriorating, the previous temple keeper brought him some scriptures, which he would read a few pages of each day.

While he read the scriptures, a group of believers would kneel and sit beside him, listening devoutly. Over time, this became a tourist attraction of the temple.

Although he had been staying at the temple, he had already ordered ten breeding pods from the Life Breeding Company before coming to the temple.

The ten breeding pods produced fifteen offspring, whose businesses were inherited by him. His descendants, aided by his reputation, expanded the business even further, with profits increasing year by year.

Qibin came again: "Don't wait anymore, you won't be able to wait for her. You still have plenty of time, you can go and do what you need to do first."