No one knows where she got the courage, but Wang Po, leaning on her cane and carrying the half-bag of moldy malt and pig intestines, left the city in one breath and went deep into the mountains. When she came to her senses, she was already in the mountains.
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As the sun set, a thin cloud, like smoke and mist, drifted across the sky, resembling a raging fire. The mountains were filled with scattered rocks and miscellaneous trees, and suddenly a small stone temple appeared before Wang Po.
—It was a makeshift temple built of stones, with neither a shrine nor a name indicating its purpose. It was simply covered with a red cloth, beneath which was a stone sculpture shaped like a woman. If Wang Po could read, she would surely have been able to discern a line of small characters carved on it:
【Xu Milu Xu Niangzi Temple】
The temple is only one square meter in size, with just enough tiles to cover the stone statues. In front of the statues are several plates of dried offerings, with traces of incense ash still visible.
People are kept alive by a thread, and now, with the cold mountain wind blowing, Wang Po felt bitter and resentful, and couldn't help but beat her chest and waile:
"My life is so hard... my life is so hard, I have three sons who are all unfilial... my eldest son sells pork in the east market, while his mother's hands tremble with hunger; my second son sells cloth in the west market, while his mother is wrapped in hemp cloth; my third son is the most promising, but he can only exchange half a bowl of cold rice for my land..."
As Granny Wang was wailing, a gust of wind suddenly blew by, just in time to lift the red cloth covering the stone statue. A pair of clear, bright eyes blinked, and the next moment, a very beautiful young woman walked out from behind the statue.
The young woman was clever and pretty, with dark and shiny eyebrows, skin as white as snow, and a rosy glow like peach blossoms in spring. She wore an exquisite Taoist robe with lotus patterns embroidered on the hem, and her walk was like flowers blooming in the ground.
"Grandpa, what are you doing here so late? Did you put this stone statue up?"
Granny Wang was suddenly speechless. Looking at the young woman before her, she couldn't help but gasp, and then pounced on her:
"Oh, gods, if you are truly effective, please give me a bowl of rice to eat, so that I can die well and have the strength to teach my unfilial son a lesson!"
Xu Milu, who had just appeared, was a little confused, not understanding what was going on.
She had just flown to Qiantang and was about to visit Nezha when she heard someone calling her faintly. Following the sound, she saw Granny Wang with snot and tears streaming down her face.
Looking at the ugly statue with her name engraved on it, Xu Milu couldn't help but wonder if she had offended anyone.
She's not even dead yet, so how come someone's already building a temple for her?
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