Doting on concubines and destroying wives?Reborn to marry a traitor and take your life!

"My Lord Priest has made it clear that the moon brocade is not poisonous. What happened today was directed and acted by the head of the He family."

Su Youyue turned around and saluted the priest.

The young priest's eyes swept over her body, and then fell on Mr. He who was covered in blood. There was a clear look of disgust on his face: "It is blasphemous to stir up trouble outside the temple."

After that, he didn't give any orders, just turned around and left.

But as he finished speaking, the people outside the temple suddenly became restless, and all of a sudden they changed back to their previous faces that made Qing Luo feel gloomy and terrifying.

Seeing that her young lady had followed the priest's footsteps towards the temple, Qingluo quickly caught up with her.

But she hadn't gone far when she suddenly heard a commotion behind her.

Qingluo turned back subconsciously, and when she was halfway back, Su Youyue pressed her shoulder. She stopped moving, glanced at Su Youyue, and then she didn't dare to look back again, and kept walking forward in silence.

But that hasty glance just now set off a storm in her heart.

Those people actually swarmed towards Mr. He's body and fought like crazy...

If it was not Mr. He who was judged blasphemous by the priest just now, but Miss He, then...

Qingluo's throat rolled unconsciously.

There is no doubt that these people will go crazy and beat the lady, even to death!

Qingluo is not from the Holy City. She grew up in the border area and grew up listening to the legends of the Holy God. In her mind, both the Holy God and the Holy Religion are extremely sacred and have nothing to do with such a bloody scene. relation.

But now, when she raised her head and looked at the magnificent temple, an idea suddenly appeared in her mind.

What on earth was this glorious, luxurious and honorable temple made of?

Is it countless amounts of money, or human blood, sweat and bones?

Thinking of this, Qing Luo felt chills in her heart and did not dare to think deeply. When she arrived at the temple and looked at the gorgeous decoration, she was absent-minded. There was no joy or excitement on the face of other people.

The decoration inside the temple is equally luxurious and noble. The dome inside the temple is made of glass and gold and silver jewelry to imitate the sun and moon. The floor is made of large cut white jade tiles. There are pools on both sides. The water in the pool is emerald green. Only if you look carefully can you find the bottom of the pool. Covered with malachite green crystals.

On the walls inside the temple are exquisite paintings of holy religious gods. Looking at them one after another is almost dazzling. The faint fragrance that permeates the entire temple is also immersive.

"Guys, please wait a moment. The Pope will summon you later."

After the priest finished speaking, he left first, leaving only a few divine envoys to accompany the tribute merchants. These people relaxed a little and looked around secretly.

After all, there are too few opportunities to enter the temple on weekdays. Some people will spend a lot of money to visit the temple once and return with some dignity. Therefore, these tribute merchants have different entourages every year, and most of them are their different friends. Or an ordinary businessman who spent a lot of money to buy the opportunity to come in.

After a while, a group of young men and women were suddenly led in by another group of divine envoys. In the blink of an eye, they passed by Su Youyue and others and entered the inner hall.

"Those are the nobles who came to copy the Holy Scriptures. I heard that they have the opportunity to see His Highness the Pope and His Highness the Son every day..." A whisper of envy came from the side.

"Don't even think about it. Only young and good-looking men and girls will be selected..."

Su Youyue paused for a moment from looking at the backs of the group of people, then quickly looked away.

Can I see the Holy Son every day?

In the princess mansion, there were too many people watching Xie Yuan, and she couldn't even say a word.

What if it was in the temple.

I'm afraid it will be more difficult to say the last sentence, right?

But Su Youyue made a decision without thinking too much.

She had to ask for a spot to copy the Holy Scriptures.

She got to see Xie Yuan, and even more, she got to join the Holy Cult.

Otherwise, how could she develop an antidote to the holy medicine.

The priest returned soon and led the group to move forward.

Not long after, we arrived at the inner hall.

As soon as they entered, the group quickly bowed their heads, covered their chests with their palms and saluted.

"I have met His Highness the Pope..."

Before Su Youyue raised her head to see the Pope's appearance clearly, she bowed along with everyone around her.

I heard a majestic voice coming from above: "Excuse me."

Everyone then raised their heads one after another. The moment Su Youyue raised her eyes, she was startled.

On the papal throne, not only was the pope sitting in an expensive gold silk robe and a gold crown, there was also the Holy Son wearing a white lacquer mask.

Su Youyue almost turned a deaf ear to what the Pope on the stage said next. She tried her best to control her aggravated breathing and tried her best to maintain a superficial calm.

"The Holy God has known about your offerings to the Holy Spirit. Today, the Holy Son will baptize you and bless you to be favored by the Holy God."

The Pope suddenly stood up, his robes trailing to the ground, making him look extremely tall.

Su Youyue could barely move her eyes away from the Holy Son and landed on the Pope.

The current Pope of the Holy Church is fifty-two years old, with a majestic appearance, and his gray beard adds a bit of amiability to him. His tall figure is draped in that white-gold robe, which exudes a bit of nobility and authority.

When ordinary people see this person, they unconsciously show respect and humility in front of him. They don't even dare to take a closer look at the other person's appearance. Su Youyue hates this person in her heart before it's too late, so how can she be respectful? In a few blinks, the thick smile on the Pope's face is wiped out. The powder can be seen clearly.

A thick layer of powder can't cover up the bruises and bags under the eyes.

Su Youyue didn't like this person, and she was well versed in medical science, so she couldn't help but secretly curse. She didn't know how chaotic the pope's private life was, which was why the golden days couldn't make up for his health, and he was severely short-changed.

If she hadn't said this person was the Pope, she would have thought he was one of those prodigal sons who had been drained of their bodies by indulging in pleasure and drinking all day long after taking a closer look at his face.

The Pope seemed to be aware of it, and his eyes suddenly looked towards her, but Su Youyue's face was covered, and her face could not be seen clearly. At this moment, she had already lowered her head, so no one could see anything at all.

"In the temple, only the envoys of the gods are allowed to cover their faces. Miss Shen, please take off your veil." Priest Yiman, who had not spoken for a long time, suddenly spoke.

When Qing Luo heard this, she suddenly became a little more nervous, and she secretly wondered why the priest didn't mention it until now, since there was such a rule. Those who didn't know thought he was deliberately making things difficult for the young lady in front of the Pope.

Su Youyue raised her hand and took off her veil. The tribute merchants who came with her turned around and peeked at her face.

After all, Su Youyue has been a figure in the spotlight in the Holy Capital City recently. She just made such a fuss outside the palace and covered her face all day long. She was mysterious. Naturally, these people were curious.

But soon, they were disappointed when they saw that the face under the veil was covered with dark red scars.

Looking at her features, they thought she was a beauty.

Priest Yiman saw her take off her veil, glanced at the Pope, and then nodded slightly: "Since there is a reason, let's put it on."

Su Youyue responded softly and put the veil back on, but felt something strange in her heart.

But she couldn't say anything for a moment, so she could only suppress her thoughts first.