So this belief seems to have become part of my strength.
Very strange.
But what this power is, I can't say.
After watching the old man's figure disappear from my sight, I withdrew my gaze and continued to look at the patter of rain.
I have to admit, this Tianshen tea is indeed very powerful.
But I have some doubts.
So far, I haven't found any opportunities, nor have I noticed any dangers.
It's like I'm just experiencing the feeling of being a god.
Before I knew it, I was sitting in the Chenghuang Temple until the evening.
The rain finally stopped.
As the rain stopped, the entire City God Temple became completely silent.
I couldn't help but feel a little lonely.
I don't know why I feel this way.
Because I have long been accustomed to loneliness. During the more than ten years in Niang'er Village, I have long been accustomed to it.
But at this moment I just feel lonely.
I tried to make myself fall asleep, but I couldn't do it. I was always very energetic.
In this way, this feeling of loneliness lasted until dawn.
People began to come here one after another to burn incense and worship.
Listening to their prayers, I gradually no longer feel lonely. Even if some of their prayers are no different from dreams in my eyes, I am not angry. I just listen to their prayers and then choose to help them complete them.
What's on your mind.
Just like that, several days passed.
I gradually adapted to my identity.
But I still didn't find any opportunities or dangers.
Just don't know why.
After adapting to my identity, I suddenly no longer cared about opportunities and dangers. What I thought about every day was what those people who came to pray sincerely would ask me to do, and whether I would help them do it.
I fell in love with the identity of this city god.
I fell in love with the feeling of being worshiped as a god by them.
I don’t know how many days have passed.
I suddenly forgot why I appeared here, and what my purpose was. I only remembered that I was a god, a city god who protected the people of this place.
This is what everyone here hopes for.
It's their belief.
I started to feel sad when I saw them praying to me for their lives.
After seeing them happy when I fulfill their wishes, I will be happy too.
When I see them kneeling in front of my statue and piously calling me City God, I can't help but enjoy their piety.
An idea also began to appear in my mind.
It would be great if I could stay here forever and be the god here.
I started to feel bored.
I am tired of my past. Even though I have forgotten who I used to be and only remember that I am a god and the city god here, I am still a little panicked because I feel like I am about to leave here.
This feeling lasted for several days.
On this day, the sky was very dark, and it seemed like it was going to rain heavily at any time. I shouldn't have worried about anything, because I am a god, the city god here, and I can make the dark clouds disperse as long as I am willing.
But this time, I couldn't do it. I could only look at the dark sky, and I became more and more irritable.
Until a familiar figure appeared in front of me.
What I remember is that it was the young man I met for the first time after coming here. He was holding a child in his arms. The child's face was ashen, as if he was suffocated.
He knelt before my statue and began to pray.
Listening to his prayer, I knew he was begging me to save his child.
However, this time I found that I couldn't seem to do it.
It seemed that there was a force that wanted to take away the child's life. I saw the child's soul slowly leaving the body. I felt that the child's breath was getting weaker and weaker, and I also heard the young man's prayers slowly starting to come out.
becomes despair.
Until the child completely lost his breath.
The young man suddenly seemed crazy and pointed at my statue and yelled curses.
"Why don't you save my son?"
"Why?"
"Are you still the City God? You can't even save my son. Who are you?"
Listening to his questioning, I suddenly felt a little sad.
I looked at him.
It seems that he has forgotten that his son was able to be born smoothly because he came here to pray.
Finally, he smashed my idol with a stone and left with his son's body.
I watched him leave and suddenly felt a little confused.
I want to save his child.
But I can't do it.
Am I still a god?
I asked myself in my mind.
Obviously, I didn't get the answer.
After he smashed my statue, fewer and fewer people came to me to pray. From the beginning, people came in an endless stream every day, which made me feel less lonely.
One or two the next day.
Then one for a few days.
Until half a month, no one came here.
I saw cobwebs starting to appear in my temple.
Weeds started to grow.
I suddenly felt a little confused. Just because I didn't fulfill their prayers once, did they forget everything I had done to them before?
It's also at this moment.
A voice appeared in my mind.
Do you still want to be a god?
Do I still want it?
I asked myself.
I shook my head.
I don't want to anymore.
But the voice appeared again, and it said: "Then stop being a god and go and kill all these ungrateful people."
"Kill them and you will no longer be a god."
Kill them?
At this moment I was stunned.
I looked at my statue, at the broken places that no one had repaired, at the spider webs in the temple, and at the weeds that had grown into the temple, and I walked out slowly.
I came to the first house.
It was the house where I prayed for the first time. The old couple didn't seem to be there. The young people were busy. There was a young woman sitting in the house. The woman was holding a pillow in her arms, smiling and reading.
"Son, please don't sleep anymore, okay? Talk to mom."
Looking at her, I was suddenly stunned.
I suddenly forgot the purpose of my coming here.
Not long after, the young man walked into the house with a bowl of porridge, and brought it to the young woman. Looking at the young woman, the young man's face was full of pain, but he still forced a smile and said: "My dear,
Let’s eat something first. The child will wake up later and there will be no time to eat.”
After hearing what the young man said, the young woman carefully placed the pillow on the bed, then took the porridge and drank it slowly.
Watching this scene, I suddenly felt a little mixed.
I left the house.
It just so happened that the old man who prayed for rain came back.
He was carrying a basket of vegetables on his shoulders. As soon as he entered the house, he said to the young man: "I will go to the Lord City God later to apologize. We will pay to repair the statue of the Lord City God. Thanks to the rain from the Lord City God, this year
Our rice is growing very well, and what happened to the child...is not the fault of Lord Cheng Huang."
The young man was silent for a while, then nodded.