"Why, why?" Lin Wenxuan felt a sore throat.
He didn't understand why Lin Hu did this. In this hell on earth, parents and children could exchange food for food, let alone a nephew from the same clan as him.
Lin Hu looked at the sky shrouded in black clouds and laughed self-deprecatingly, "It's probably the last bit of humanity left. When I want to attack you, I think of you delivering food to us. In a desperate situation, everyone cares about whether they have enough. You are the only one who is as kind as ever and can’t do anything.”
Lin Wenxuan pursed his lips, and his cold and numb heart was once again filled with huge sourness. He wanted to say that he was not that kind. He knew that he could not keep food alone, so he took the initiative to give it to them, so that he could avoid being robbed, and also You can gain some kindness.
But facing the dying Lin Hu, he couldn't say anything. At that moment, he felt that he was extremely dark and dirty, filthier than the murderous villagers.
Lin Hu knew that he didn't have much time, so he seized the moment and said: "We are all evil ghosts with bloody hands. If the mountain god sees it, I'm afraid he won't agree to our prayers. Wenxuan, you didn't kill anyone, you are still clean, go and pray The mountain god protects our village, protects the people all over the world, and makes the rain stop."
"I..." Lin Wenxuan opened his mouth, and the warm fluid flowed into his mouth. He nodded, nodding vigorously, "I will definitely go to the top of the mountain and pray to the mountain god!"
Lin Hu was relieved and slowly closed his eyes.
Lin Wenxuan burst into tears.
He didn't cry when his friendly elders broke into his house and robbed him of the few grains he had. He didn't cry when people started killing people in the village and he was so scared that he couldn't sleep at night. He didn't cry when eating human flesh made him sick to the point of vomiting for the first time. He was selected as food by the villagers and was sent to the wooden boat without crying...
At this moment, he could no longer hold back and cried loudly in the rain, as if he wanted to cry out all his fear, sadness, and despair.
When he hit the road again, his eyes were full of determination and fearlessness.
When he reached the top of the mountain, the thought of entering the mountain temple was stronger than ever before. The numbness and fatigue of many days had all disappeared. Now, he only had one thought, either go to the top of the mountain or die on the way!
He took a step steadily, knelt down, bowed down, stood up, took another step, knelt down again...
As time passed, so did the heat and physical strength brought by the food. Slowly, he became unable to do what he wanted again and his movements became slower.
However, this time, he did not let himself be confused, but gritted his teeth and moved forward slowly and firmly.
Somehow, there seemed to be an unparalleled force supporting him. Although the speed was slow, it would never stop.
Finally, when he kowtowed and stood up again, no raindrops hit him, and the soft rays of sunlight swayed in front of his eyes, illuminating the surroundings.
Lin Wenxuan was refreshed and looked around. Unknowingly, he had reached the top of the mountain. Outside, the heavy rain was still falling, but on the top of the mountain, it was sunny.
About ten feet in front of him, the mountain temple stood quietly in the glow.
Lin Wenxuan was filled with sadness and joy. He limped into the mountain temple with his legs numb from pain. He saw a golden lacquered statue holding a jade Ruyi, his eyes slightly closed, with a compassionate expression.
Lin Wenxuan knelt down in front of the statue and prayed devoutly.
At this time, he suddenly heard the sound of fighting, and vaguely, it seemed that someone was talking. He was startled. He was the only one in the mountain temple. Who was talking?
He opened his eyes, listened carefully, followed the sound and walked behind the statue. He saw a brass-colored mirror floating in the air, glowing, and the sound came from inside.
Lin Wenxuan couldn't help but take a closer look. The mirror burst out with strong light, which stung him so much that he raised his hand to block it. When the light disappeared and he put his hand down, he was no longer surrounded by a mountain temple.
There were thick dark clouds under his feet, endless and endless. In front of him, two people were fighting. They were both dressed in brocade clothes, gold and jade ribbons, and looked elegant.
One person kneads the seal and the light shines brightly, and the other person holds the jade Ruyi. During the movement, there are lightning, thunder, and wind and rain.
The one holding the jade Ruyi looks exactly like the statue in the mountain temple.
Lin Wenxuan was shocked and confused, "Mountain God?"
Hearing his voice, the two of them stopped and turned to look over. The man with the appearance of a mountain god said softly, "Hey" and whispered in surprise: "Why did a mortal break in?"
"Hmph, of course it was your thunderstorm technique that flooded the world. This mortal is here to find you."
The mountain god gently flicked his sleeves, and the thick dark clouds below quickly subsided, revealing a huge open space. Looking down, he saw that the ground was flooded, and all the cities and villages were submerged. There were floating corpses everywhere, and the smell of corpses was thousands of miles away.
Lin Wenxuan's heart trembled. He had expected such a scene. Seeing it so intuitively, he couldn't help but feel sad.
He knelt down, kowtowed, and quickly prayed, "Greetings to the mountain god, I am from Banyan Tree Village..."
"Drinking makes things worse, drinking makes things worse! Why did I get into a fight with you? Oops, the Emperor of Heaven has to talk to me later, and my ears are getting calluses again."
Before he finished speaking, a slightly annoyed voice sounded, with a light tone, as if to say, Oops, why did you spill the tea.
"Hahaha..." Another immortal laughed loudly, flicked his robe sleeves, and flew towards the higher sky, "Let's go. The winner or lose is undecided. Let's fight again next time!"
With a bang, Lin Wenxuan's mind went blank, and his blood boiled, then solidified in an instant, and then quickly declined.
He pinched his palms hard, and the pain convinced him that he was not dreaming and everything was real.
He climbed up the mountain, entered the mountain temple, and saw the mountain god himself. However, the so-called flood was caused by a drunken fight between the mountain god and another immortal!
Mortals struggled hard in the floods. In order to survive, they did not hesitate to eat human flesh and kill relatives and friends. But the culprit of all this turned out to be the gods they worshiped devoutly!
They went through many difficulties and dangers, came out of the village, and kowtowed step by step up to the top of the mountain to pray for the blessings of the gods. But everything they suffered was because the gods made mistakes after drinking!
God, who is so high above us, in front of Him, the lives of these mortals are no different than ants.
After learning about the incident, he was worried that the Emperor of Heaven would tell him that he didn't feel any guilt for the death of thousands of living beings. He didn't even stop the heavy rain first.
Is this the god they worship devoutly?
Lin Wenxuan closed his eyes, and the faces of the villagers appeared in front of him one by one. They were so pious when talking about the mountain gods. Even if they didn't have enough to eat, they would tighten their belts and set aside incense money to worship the mountain gods; the unconscious words of children Anyone who offended would be reprimanded by them, and He would not tolerate being offended by anyone.
He felt absurd, extremely absurd.
Lin Wenxuan sat on his knees on the dark clouds and laughed so hard that he laughed so much that tears flew down his face, "Is this the mountain god? Is this the god? The god we worship? Hahaha..."
(End of chapter)
