Upon entering the Goddess Temple, they discovered that the house was actually quite beautiful. The Goddess's statue stood above them, though they were unsure who the statue represented, making it appear even grander. Although it wasn't one-tenth as beautiful as their own Goddess, it was still impressive. Ling Zhu speculated about what kind of people might worship this Goddess since those who hadn't seen their Goddess wouldn't have obtained this statue. Inside the temple, a boy stood beside the Goddess's statue. Seeing him, all the women present couldn't help but laugh, even Xuanming managed a smile. It goes without saying that the boy's statue was sub-par. Ling Zhu stared at the dull boy's statue with disdain in his heart. He thought, "This statue is nowhere near the level of our Goddess's statue. How wicked, using the invincible super cute boy image to deceive like this. If I find out, I won't stop until I chop his skin off." Ling Zhu cursed under his breath while looking at the statue. Dr. Chan Xiao Nizi, after reforming her package, took hold of sub-zhu's arm and said, "Ling Zhu sub-brother, you’ve returned to your boyish image. I must say, you look quite similar to this statue." As Dr. Chan listened to the amusing implications, Ling Zhu couldn't help but glare at her fiercely. His dislike for the statue grew stronger, so much so that he wanted to destroy it immediately. At this moment, King Zhou and his entourage had arrived at their Goddess Temple. Ling Zhu quickly hid from their sight and stood aside. King Zhou entered the Goddess Temple, enjoying the scenery from the palace, lit incense, and was about to leave when a sudden gust of wind blew up the curtains, revealing the Goddess's statue. Her appearance was magnificent, VERIS dancing, country color Tianzi, not as radiant as Goddess XI, but incomparably superior to any worldly woman. Witnessing her, King Zhou's spirit soared. He thought, "Guaren, as the emperor, filled with universal virtues, even if we possess countless beauties among the six homes and three palaces, none can compare to her charm." Suiming’s attendants fetched the four treasures, paternity driving Officer Mangjiang, offering them to King Zhou. Just as the wind subsided, Ling Zhu questioned the Goddess, "Do you recognize where this gust came from?" Ling Zhu's question revealed that even he, a quasi-saint, was unaware of the origins of this strange wind. However, the Goddess shook her head, indicating she didn't know the answer either. Nu Wa then explained, astonishing both saints and commoners alike. Under such circumstances, tricks could be played before the very eyes of the saints, and everyone knew who it was—Khan Lingzhu sub. "Gossip really isn't reliable. They say that ghosts are mentioned in every quasi-saint conversation, possessing great power, yet remain hidden from other saints for so long. It seems the West will soon rise," Lingzhu muttered to himself, looking up. Meanwhile, King Zhou had finished his poem and saw the words inscribed on the palace Fenbi: "Feng Jing Luan Bao account is, every kind of makeup is illuminated clever, songs Cuise mountains flying, dancing sleeves Yingxia Sang Ewha rain fight blooming, peony cage smoke Cheng Mei makeup, but it was enchanting to move back Shi Changle king." (Today, adding more, join in, a lot of support is needed.) One hundred and sixty-seventh count set off Cheng Tang One hundred and sixty-seventh count set off Cheng Tang. King Zhou's poems made everyone angry, Qiao Lian Nu Wa blushed red, ups and downs, but the child tightly pulled Ling Zhu, almost ready to flee. What capacity does the Goddess have? A mere human king dared to profane her; this is not inviting death? Nu Wa saw and dared to stop himself, glaring fiercely at Ling Zhu's son, as if asking, "How can you not be angry?" Would Ling Zhu allow the child to be angry? But he already knew the results beforehand, so he remained relatively calm, although still very angry. He decided to be a little more sensible than their Goddess and pointed at the sky. Suddenly, they understood sub-zhu's meaning and calmed down. Yet, the Goddess's hatred lingered, waiting to tear King Zhou apart. Ling Zhu comforted her by putting an arm around her shoulder and said, "Calm down, sooner or later he will learn." The Prime Minister also witnessed significant changes but knew offending a saint Goddess would have unimaginable consequences. He quickly confessed to King Zhou and asked to erase the poem. But now, King Zhou had lost his senses and no longer cared about the consequences, merely waving his hand and saying, "I was just praising Nvwaniangniang, what's wrong with that?" The content providers accompanying King Zhou had no choice but to wait for the next Jiaoren to handle the situation. "King, but this sub-human race San Tong Ling Zhu, many families have contributed a lot. According to the rules, they should sacrifice something," the operators suggested, directing King Zhou's attention to the sub-zhu's statue.