The rain was falling on the leaves, and the trees were filled with a cold white mist, and the branches of the trees with teeth and claws loomed in the white mist.

The monk wore a hat and held a bamboo pole in his hand, walking slowly in the mountains and forests, and the raindrops hit the hat "popping", splashing rain flowers, and wearing a white dress with a white halo.

The monk's white clothes and black shoes were as clean as ever, not stained with any mud. The red fox lay on the monk's shoulder, his two paws clinging to the monk's robe.

The red fox yawned, and his tail swept over the monk's face again.

"Is it cold?" The monk spoke, and a puff of white gas rose.

"It's not ......cold," the red fox shook his head, "I have hair!" Are you cold? That's what you wear......"

"Cold." Monk Dao.

"Then ......," Red Fox thought for a moment, "I can get hot......"

So the red fox worked hard to perform the demon spell, and the hair on his body seemed to become more red, and white smoke began to rise from the monk's shoulders.

"Shhh The monk took a deep breath.

"Is it still cold?" The red fox flicked its tail.

"Hot."

……

Under the old tree, a small niche was built with stones, in the niche was a small clay figure with a smile, there were only a few incense sticks and a white plate left in front of the shrine, presumably the plate originally contained tribute, the tribute was eaten by the birds and beasts of the mountains and forests, and only a few branches and leaves and a dish of rain were left at this time.

The monk came to the shrine and bowed respectfully.

"Aren't you monks worshipping Buddha? This is a mountain god, why do you worship him? Red Fox asked.

"They are all cultivators, and I have to thank him for being able to cross this mountain unscathed."

"But he can't even protect his own tribute......"

"For the whole mountain belongs to him, and the birds and beasts that eat his tribute are but a part of him."

Such a small niche is not only in the mountains and forests, sometimes in the streets of the world, but also in a deserted corner, and the monks will always tidy up their clothes and bow solemnly whenever they see them.

The sun was already shining ahead, and the monk took off his hat and hung it on the last tree beside him.

"Someone else gave you a hat, and you lost it like this?"

"No, it's just going to the next person who needs it."

"What if it rains again?"

"If you can hide, you can hide, if you can't, you will be drenched...... It's just a rain. ”

The monk bowed in front of a statue of the god again.

The red fox asked, "How did these immortals come about, were they born as soon as they were born?"

"Practice, when the realm is reached, you and I can become gods."

"Practice?"

"We keep walking like this, it's a kind of practice."

"Huh?" The red fox pressed the monk's head with his paws, "Then let's not go, I don't want to practice anymore." ”

"Oh?" The monk smiled, "Why is that?" ”

"I don't want to be a cold stone, and I don't want you to be like that."

"Hahahaha!" The monk smiled, "God is not like this, these are just the carriers of God's will, or rather, the sustenance and hope of the spirit of mortals." ”

"That'...... What about the real God? ”

"Western Elysium, live a happy life, and occasionally come to the world to see."

"Elysium? How happy is it? Are you happier than when you were with me? ”

"......" the monk looked at the west, "where is my end!" ”