When Xia He returned to the temple, the statue had been built. The statue made of red copper was close to nine meters in height. The goddess of wealth sat upright on the throne, holding her cheek with one hand, looking ahead.

Abigail was gilding the statue of the god with his own hands. She seemed to have never sleeped, with bloodshot in her golden amber-like eyes.

Xia He felt that she was a little thin, and her body was not so plump under the golden priest robe.

Seeing Xia He, Abigail stopped his work and sat directly in front of the statue, stretched out his long legs, and called Xia He to come and sit.

"Where have you been going these days? It would be fine if you don't help me, but you even got Jack away. I'm going to be exhausted." Abigail said, stretching his legs over and asking Xia He to massage. After the last time she had cramps, she enjoyed the Taoist priest's technique of using true qi to relieve muscles and promote blood circulation, and she never forgets it.

Abigail's proficiency and Ovilia's sense of alienation form a sharp contrast.

Xia He felt very comfortable without any polite greetings. While pressing Abigail's leg, he said, "Go to create some combat scrolls. You know that I'm not of high level, but I have a lot of money."

"How many levels of reels?"

"Most of the eighteenth level, there are also nineteenth level."

"It's not very useful..."

"More than a hundred are made, almost enough."

Abigail disagreed. It is a miracle that a level ten magician can defeat one or two masters. It is better to defeat six in a row? If you give the money to the goddess, the goddess may be able to give it several powerful magical techniques.

"If you are fine, it will be beneficial to help me gilt the statue of God these days."

"Okay, where is Ovilia?"

"She also went to the secret room to practice. Alas, I'm the only one here to toss." Abigail's face looked very bitter, and he looked like he was asking for comfort.

"Abigail, there is a problem." Xia He ignored her acting cute.

"What?"

"In the Book of Wealth, why can't I feel the attention of the goddess?"

"You are a magician! I specially applied to the goddess and got such a book of wealth. It will make everyone feel better, right?"

"Thank you." Xia He was moved, and the power in his hands was a little stronger. Abigail said oh.

She wanted to retract her feet, and Xia He had a pair of crystal clear crystal shoes in his hand.

Abigail's eyes lit up: "I gave it to me?"

"I've agreed, let's see if it's right."

"Put it on." Abigail's legs were stretched straight and stood under Xia He's nose.

Xia He put the crystal shoes on Abigail's feet and thought to himself that she was holding the goddess of wealth. Abigail felt itchy and giggled. Then she saw that Xia He was a little confused and obviously did not focus on her.

"Hello!"

"ah?"

"Who are you thinking about?"

"My companion and I have been separated and haven't seen each other for several months, so I'm a little worried."

"It's a female companion." Abigail retracted her feet, bent her legs, and looked down at the crystal shoes on her feet.

"Her name is Freya, my magic guardian."

"That's it..." Abigail's mood immediately improved. She stood up from the ground and turned around. The golden priest's robe was raised, and the crystal shoes on her snow-white calves made a crisp and pleasant sound.

"That's it." Xia He looked at Abigail and thought to himself that if Freya was there, she would definitely be guarding her tightly, right? She would be very unhappy with the female priest. When she was in Tiebi City, she felt that she had cultivated gods and seemed to have made some mistakes.

There is no ritual or solemnity in the statue of gold. Two people step on the scaffolding and use spells to melt gold, adhering to the bronze statue layer by layer. This requires a very high skill. The bottom layer of gold and red copper are fused, and the temperature must be constant, so that the divine patterns in the red copper cannot be destroyed.

After the statue of the god was built, the workers had already cleared out of the hall. In the empty hall, Xia He and the female pastor were doing what they were doing silently. The wind blew in, which was refreshing. This afternoon, it was quiet and short.

Half a month later, Xia He and Abigail stood under the statue and looked up at the goddess.

"Asra, do you want to be with me?" Abigail took the initiative to invite and communicate with the goddess, she could achieve an epic realm and become the regional bishop. Asra is her investor and deserves to share the glory of this moment. But the magician doesn't seem to like being paid attention to by the gods. She looked at Xia He with great expectations.

“Abigail…”

"Um?"

"Maybe one day, we will no longer fight side by side, you and me will face each other's life and death, then today..."

"Then today is still a wonderful memory!"

Looking at Abigail's innocent eyes, Xia He couldn't say anything for a moment.

Abigail pulled Xia He back, she helped Xia He tidy up her clothes and whispered: "I know that magicians don't believe in gods, you have to be careful later."

Xia He nodded, Abigail looked at the gods, holding the book of wealth, and began to recite the prayer. Abigail's voice was like a gold coin hitting, making people intoxicated without realizing it.

Xia He couldn't understand Abigail's prayer, but he felt it was so scented. The golden light in the temple was full of fragrance. The pentagram on Abigail's golden priest robe flew up, landed at his feet, and expanded. The entire temple seemed to have softened, and the divine power formed ups and downs, spreading to the surroundings.

Above the throne of the god, Xia He was surprised by the eyes of the goddess of wealth.

In this world, the clergy of wealth has never appeared. The goddess of wealth is unknown. Xia He thought it was a new weak god. But judging from this posture, Abigail could actually communicate directly with the Goddess of Wealth. This is equivalent to showing saints, and a weak god who cherishes divine power will never communicate with believers like this.

In the hall, the hanging five-pointed stars stirred up the ripples of divine power, and golden light filled the air. A core lit up in Abigail's body, and was instantly dispersed by divine power and fused into her body.

Achievement of epic is just a moment.

Golden ripples spread out from the statue, filling the entire temple in a blink of an eye. Xia He felt warm all over his body. Xia He carefully realized that this divine power did not invade his body, but just repeatedly washed away everything in the hall. There was not much toxin accumulated in his body, and at this moment he could use the frequency of divine power to separate it from his body.

It’s such a meticulous power. Even if I achieved the Yang God, I was not so powerful!

Moreover, the treatment of himself and Abigail is different. The divine ripples transform Abigail's body from the inside out without any scruples. This goddess actually respects her identity as a magician!

The Goddess of Wealth is not simple...

The book of wealth, wealth coins and the wallet on Xia He all flew out automatically and floated above Xia He's head. Xia He thought about it and threw out the goblin musket, which was really suspended in the air.

"Little Master, you are really... interesting!"

The goddess's eyes fell on Xia He, and Xia He was creepy. The pure golden pupils stared at him, and everything around seemed to disappear, leaving only a road, from under his feet to the throne of the gods. The road was covered with gold and jade, and surrounded by treasures. The brilliance of these treasures in the golden light exceeded the galaxy.

Xia He's body is stiff, and the goddess is not a pitiful person like an old goblin, so she should be respected.

I've been a little proud recently!

"So I know I'm afraid too." The goddess looked at Xia He, and Xia He couldn't help but move forward step by step, heading straight for the throne. On the road paved with gold and jade, divine power formed a river, turbulent and noisy. Her voice was pleasant, like a harp ding dong, and her facial features were so clear at the moment. When Xia He's spiritual sense touched it, it was as if it was struck by lightning, and was still amazed under the shock.

Xia He could hear his footsteps, as heavy as if he was stepping on his heart. But his body was floating, as if he was walking in the void. He stumbled to the throne, and the goddess of wealth leaned on the throne. She was no longer a tall mortal body, but a weak mortal. Her face was three-point similar to Abigail, and there was an angry expression on her face.

Xia He had the urge to worship, as if the goddess in front of him was the only one, infinite, moment, and eternity.

Xia He was obsessed with it, and the goddess stretched out her hand to touch Xia He's head. A bright moon suddenly jumped out from Xia He's head. The goddess shrank her hand back in surprise. She didn't dare to touch the bright moon, as if just one by one, her divine character would be shattered and her divine body would die.

How could such a dangerous thing appear on a mortal?

Xia He returned to Qingming Festival, stood in front of the throne, was stunned for a moment before saluting to the goddess of wealth: "I am a rude to the great existence. Is this your kingdom of god?"

The goddess of wealth looked at Xia He with a complicated expression.

"It's just a projection on earth, and my power is also very precious. Master, which believer are you who walks on earth?"

"I'm a magician."

"That's how..." The Goddess of Wealth's expression turned to a dull.

"I can know..."

"Let's talk about it later." The Goddess of Wealth waved his hand, and Xia He suddenly returned to the temple and stood side by side with Abigail. The throne in front of him was tall and majestic. The golden statue of the Goddess of Wealth was lifelike. The golden eyes were still looking at Xia He, as if there was still something I hadn't finished saying.

Xia He wanted to ask her about her name, but she drove her out of the projection of the Kingdom of God.

Although his posture is very tough, he obviously does not intend to reduce the divine punishment.

Abigail knew nothing about all this, her prayer had been read, and her priest robe turned golden red.

"Congratulations, Abigail." Xia He didn't think about the goddess. The goddess of wealth might have seen that she was from another world, but she could not see the identity of the Taoist priest.

In my eyes, this goddess of wealth is not like a local god, which is very suspicious.
Chapter completed!