So this faith seems to have become a part of my strength.

It's very peculiar.

But what this power is, I can't say.

Watching the old man's figure disappear from my sight, I withdrew my gaze and continued to look at the dripping rain.

I have to admit that this Tenjin tea is indeed very powerful.

But I have some doubts.

So far, I don't see any chances, and I don't perceive any danger.

It's as if you're just experiencing what it's like to be a god once.

Before I knew it, I was sitting in the temple until night.

The rain finally stopped.

And as the rain stopped, the entire City God Temple fell 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, I have long been accustomed to it in Niang'er Village for more than ten years.

But at this moment it just feels lonely.

I tried to put myself to sleep, but I couldn't, I was always in good spirits.

And just like that, 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 felt less lonely, even if some of their prayers were no different from dreams in my eyes, but I was not angry, I just listened to their prayers, and then chose to help them fulfill their thoughts.

And just like that, a few days passed.

I've come to terms with who I am.

But I still didn't see any chances, and there was no danger.

I just don't know why.

After adjusting to who I am, I suddenly don't care about the chances and dangers, and I think every day about what the people who come to me to pray for will come and ask me to do, and whether I should 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 more days have passed.

I suddenly forgot why I was here, and I forgot what I was here for, I just remembered that I was a god, a city god who blessed the people.

It's the expectation of everyone here.

It's their faith.

I start to get sad to see them praying to me for life.

I will be happy to see them happy after I have fulfilled their wishes.

I can't help but enjoy their devotion when I see them kneeling in front of my idol and calling me Lord Chenghuang reverently.

A thought began to pop through my mind.

If only I could stay here and be the god here.

I began to get bored.

I'm tired of my past, even though I have forgotten who I used to be, I only remember that I am a god, a god here, but I still panic because I feel as if I am leaving here.

This feeling lasted for a few days.

On this day, it was very dark, and it seemed like it was going to rain heavily, and I shouldn't have worried about anything, because I was a god, a god here, and I could let the clouds go away if I wanted to.

But this time, I couldn't, I could only look at the dark and oppressive sky, and my mood became more and more irritable.

Until a familiar figure appeared in front of me.

I remember it was the young man I met for the first time since I came here, and he was holding a child in his arms, and the child was already blue and seemed to be suffocating.

He knelt in front of my idol and began to pray.

Listening to his prayers, I knew he was praying for me to save his children.

This time, however, I found that I couldn't do it.

It seemed that there was a force that wanted to take away the child's life, and I saw the child's soul slowly leave the body, and I felt the child's breath getting weaker and weaker, and I heard the young man's prayers slowly turn into despair.

Until the boy lost his breath completely.

The young man suddenly seemed to be crazy, and pointed at my idol and yelled.

"Why didn't you save my son?"

"Why?"

"Are you still the city god, you can't even save my son, what are you!"

Listening to his questioning, I suddenly felt a little sad.

I looked at him.

It seems to have forgotten that his son was born because he came here to pray.

Eventually, he smashed my idol with a stone and left with the body of his son.

I watched him go, and suddenly I was a little confused.

I want to save his child.

But I couldn't.

Am I still a god?

I asked myself in my mind.

It's just clear that I didn't get an answer.

And after he smashed my idol, fewer and fewer people began to come to me to pray, and from the beginning there was an endless stream of people coming every day, so that I could not feel lonely.

to the back of one or two a day.

Then a few days a.

Until half a month, no one came here.

I saw that cobwebs began to appear in my temple.

Weeds begin to grow.

I suddenly felt a little incomprehensible, just because I didn't fulfill their prayers once, and they forgot what I had done to them.

Also at this moment.

A voice appeared in my head.

Do you still want to be a god?

Do I still want to?

I asked myself.

I shook my head.

I don't want to.

But the voice came again, saying, "Then don't be a god, go and kill all these ungrateful people." ”

"Kill them, and you're not a god."

Kill them?

I was stunned at this moment.

I looked at my idol, at the broken place that no one had repaired, at the cobwebs in the temple, 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 had prayed for the first time, and the old couple did not seem to be there, but the young man was busy, and in the middle of the room sat a young woman with a pillow in her arms, laughing and reading.

"Kid, don't you sleep anymore, okay? Talk to your mom. ”

Looking at her, I was suddenly stunned.

I suddenly forgot what I was here for.

After a while, the young man walked to the house with a bowl of porridge, brought it to the young woman, looked at the young man's appearance, the young man's face was full of pain, but he still forced a smile: "Child, eat something first, the child will wake up in a while, but there will be no time to eat." ”

Hearing the young man's words, the young woman carefully put the pillow on the bed, and then took the porridge and drank it slowly.

Looking at this scene, I suddenly felt a little mixed.

I left the house.

It just so happened that the old man who prayed for me to rain returned.

He carried a basket of vegetables on his shoulder, and as soon as he entered the house, he said to the young man: "I will go to Lord Chenghuang to apologize in a while, we will pay for the repair of the statue of Lord Chenghuang, thanks to the rain of Lord Chenghuang, our rice will grow well this year, and the child's affairs ...... I can't blame Lord Chenghuang. ”

The young man was silent for a moment, but nodded.

"I see."