The following remarks do not involve any religious ambiguity, but are just some personal thoughts.

It wasn't long before it happened, and I've always wanted to write this story, and that's why I've done so today.

Originally, this novel was called "Unkind God" at the beginning, but because of the contract, the editor said that the name was too awkward, so it became the current "Fengshen Demon Dao", and it has no other meaning, and I like the current name very much.

It's just that I have something to say about the unkind God, so that's where today's story comes in.

Not long ago, the turmoil of the epidemic gradually calmed down, but the north where I live has ushered in the biggest gale in history.

It is said that this gale was 10 magnitudes, and I have never seen such a strong wind since I was a child.

I saw the big trees in front of my house blown off their branches, and I saw the nests of the birds in those trees swept away by the wind, and the birds were homeless and lingering in front of the trees.

I even saw with my own eyes that my solar water heater flew off the roof and smashed the glass of my balcony.

The wind blew away our equipment, and on the night of the power outage, I fell asleep in the wind howling outside the window, which was the first time I had rested so early since the holidays.

I was impressed that all this happened two days before the third day of the third lunar month.

The day after the gale, I got up early to sort out the glass shards with my uncle, and the small pieces of the balcony roof were scattered everywhere, and it was very troublesome to tidy up.

I took care of it all morning, but I felt that it was all right, but in the meantime, my uncle's words caused me to think deeply.

At that time, we were on the roof, sorting out only a stainless steel frame of solar energy, my uncle looked at the wonder in the distance and said seriously, "It's about to be March 3, and the temple fair will not be allowed during the epidemic, it should be the old mother and grandmother who are angry!"

When I heard this, the first thing I noticed was that I was surprised, why did I say that?

Then I thought that my parents had always worshiped our gods devoutly, burning incense and worshipping on festivals and the fifteenth day of the new year, and even inviting people to see many decorations in the house.

However, all this is done so seriously, but the things at home are indifferent, my parents have been outside, there are only me and my grandmother at home, but I have not had any condolences with the living conditions of the elderly.

There are all kinds of things, and it is inconvenient to say more, but have they received the so-called favor of God?

When I heard my uncle's words, I thought, is this kind of thinking already ingrained?

If there is a god in the world, why are such devout people not being favored?

If there is a god in the world, why did there not appear such so-called miracles during the epidemic?

Isn't it the fearless retrograde ones who save the world?

Maybe I'm thinking too much, and I've never said I'm an atheist.