The small town full of market atmosphere was noisy and full of people. A little boy was dressed simply. His clothes were old and patched, but he was still clean.
He saw a group of people in front of him chattering around a wall, and his curiosity prompted him to squeeze over to see what was going on. He only heard what the people were talking about - mortals can become immortals, and there is a shortage of immortals in heaven.
, How happy it is to become a god, it’s too fake to be fake... The little boy didn’t understand such words.
In his mind, the word "god" is just a legend from his parents. No one has ever seen what a real god looks like, and no one has ever talked about becoming an immortal. Therefore, he has always thought that gods are just a beautiful myth.
In the story, even if there really is a god, it is far away from me, and I will never be able to witness its beauty in my life.
On the wall surrounded by everyone, there is an announcement. The general content is that the gods in heaven are short of manpower and need to pass some tests in the mortal world. Find a few qualified people who have passed the test and have both ability and political integrity to train them.
, you can become a god if you train and pass the exam. The most important thing is that this exam is absolutely fair and impartial. From high-ranking officials to ordinary people, even beggars on the street or slaves of the rich can sign up to participate. Everyone
No matter what your background is, there can be a fair competition. As long as you are good at it, you can win.
Many people think that one person may be bored, so they deliberately make up such absurd and absurd things to make people laugh and have fun. After all, who would believe this kind of thing? Recruiting immortals from heaven?
So is Xitian still recruiting Buddhas? Everyone has a skeptical attitude towards the existence of immortals, let alone that mortals can become immortals after passing a few exams.
Everyone quickly dispersed, leaving only the little boy alone. At this time, the announcement became particularly clear. The official seal of this announcement was completely different from the official seal of the imperial court that was usually seen. It was as if someone had made it fake, but
Shouldn't the forgery be mostly the same, with only a slight difference? But now this announcement is completely like a low-quality and perfunctory fake. It can't be said that it doesn't look like it. It can only be said that it has nothing to do with the truth.
When the little boy looked carefully, there was a man in the crowd behind him. He was dressed in plain clothes, with sharp edges on his face, and his eyes were clear and resolute. Although he was very thin, he did not give people a feeling of weakness.
At this moment, he looked at the wall with the announcement expressionlessly, and slowly his eyes became more puzzled. Seeing that there was only a little boy left looking at the announcement alone, he slowly walked towards the boy.
The little boy felt the person behind him, raised his head and leaned back to see the man's face. His face was expressionless but it made people feel that he was not far away. To be precise, there was no sense of distance.
The little boy turned around and raised his innocent face: "Brother, heaven is short of gods? Is it true that mortals can become gods?"
"What do you think?" The man smiled softly, and his fleeting smile quickly returned to expressionless.
"I think it's true." The little boy giggled.
The man was stunned for a moment, but remained expressionless. He squatted down and faced the boy: "Why?" His tone was obviously softer.
"Because my mother goes to the Nuwa Empress Temple every year to burn incense and ask for her blessing, but it never comes true. There must be few people, so Nuwa Empress is very busy and can't take care of our family." The boy said in a childish tone.
.
The man smiled immediately, with a bright smile. It was not easy for such a smile to appear on his face.
The man stopped laughing, reached out and touched the boy's head, and asked kindly: "Then can you tell my brother what your mother is praying for?"
"I'm asking Empress Nuwa to cure my sister's illness." The boy blinked his eyes.
"What is your sister's disease? If you are sick, you should see a doctor. How can you go to Nuwa to ask for help?" The man was puzzled.
The boy lowered his head, as if remembering something sad, and looked at the ground and spoke slowly: "My mother said that my sister's illness can only be cured in the capital. There is no cure in a place like ours, and no doctor will cure my sister."
I’m sick, and our family doesn’t have that much money to go to the capital.”
The man thought for a while and then told the boy seriously: "Don't worry, your sister will be fine. Go home quickly."
Seeing the little boy jumping away, the man murmured to himself: There is still so much suffering in the world.
Just as the man was about to turn around, he was tapped on the shoulder from behind.
"Shangxian Xuanyuan," the person who photographed him shouted excitedly.
"Shh!" Xuanyuan quickly covered his mouth, worried and angry: "What are you shouting? Are you afraid that others won't know who we are? Don't forget the instructions given to us by Tianzun Hunyuan."
The ones whose mouths were covered quickly looked around and found that no one was paying attention. They were relieved and muttered in a low voice: "I didn't forget. Didn't I just come to this world and didn't pay attention?" He grabbed Xuan Yuan's arm and shook it.
"Okay, brother Xuanyuan, I won't be like this again."
The person who spoke was a woman, also dressed in a simple and elegant manner. She obviously looked like a girl, but there was no girlish aura about her.
"Okay, junior sister, I just hope you can be more careful in the future and don't expose our identities." Xuanyuan's tone was softer.
The woman suddenly became happy when she heard this, "I know, brother Xuanyuan." She turned around and looked at the notice posted on the wall, as if she remembered something, "Brother Xuanyuan, why don't there seem to be no people on the notice we posted?
look?"
"People don't believe it." Xuanyuan sighed helplessly, "Junior Sister Ruoshui, Master has entrusted us with such an important task. We can't let him down. We must find a way to make people believe in us and actively sign up to participate.
Our exam.”
Ruoshui looked at the bustling crowd and was a little puzzled: "The world is so tiring and we have to go through life, old age, illness and death. How painful it is. Why don't they want to become immortals?"
"It's not that they don't want to, it's that they don't believe it! They don't believe it!" Xuanyuan was a little helpless.
"If you don't believe it, what should we do? We can't reveal our identity, and we have to make them believe our words and sign up to take our exam, and we have to..."
Xuanyuan interrupted her: "Actually, it's normal for them not to believe it, because many people have never seen gods in their lives. In their eyes, gods are just legends and do not exist at all, so how can it be possible with just a handwritten announcement?
Make people believe it?”
Ruoshui tilted his head: "Then what should we do?"
Xuanyuan lowered his head and thought for a while, then suddenly raised his head and looked at Ruoshui, his eyes lit up: "We can use money."
The two looked at each other and smiled. Ruoshui understood Xuan Yuan's meaning in an instant and nodded quickly.
Ruoshui went to get money, after all, there was no need for money in heaven, while Xuanyuan went to do his own things alone.