It looks like it will rain heavily tonight, and there might even be thunder and lightning.
Although the thunder was painful, he could endure it as long as his wish could be fulfilled.
But things did not go as planned. Fan Zhiyi saw a group of people coming up the mountain in a menacing manner. They tried every possible means to leave countless axe wounds on his body and uprooted him and carried him down the mountain.
It hurt, it hurt so much, but the pain was even worse. They used saws and all kinds of tools to grind him and chop his body into several pieces. In the end, Fan Zhiyi became a statue enshrined in a stone cave.
He could no longer transform into a human form, and only a small part of his body remained, which was made into a strange thing.
Fan Zhiyi felt uncomfortable, but these people offered him delicious food and burned incense in front of him. Fan Zhiyi's emotions came and went quickly. He was curious about what these villagers were doing. The villagers seemed to be obeying the orders of a man in black, treating him with exceptional courtesy and respect, and serving Fan Zhiyi with three incense sticks every day according to his instructions.
Fan Zhiyi inhaled the incense and felt a surge of strength building up within him. He looked at the villagers kneeling before him. Their expressions were so pious, tears in their eyes. Looking at Fan Zhiyi, they seemed to have grasped their last hope. They prayed constantly, "Fusang God, oh Fusang God, please help us, please help us, please stop this torrential rain and don't flood our village anymore!"
The rain didn't stop for several days.
Fan Zhiyi saw two elderly people, a man and a woman, arguing in front of him. The woman argued that worshipping the statue was useless and that instead of trusting it, the entire village should move it. The man refused, shaking with anger. After the woman left, the man burned three more incense sticks for Fan Zhiyi, knelt before him, and begged him.
Fan Zhiyi had listened to them nagging too many times and felt it was noisy. He thought that if he could help them, he would not become a wooden statue that could do nothing. It would be better to listen to the lady and move out as soon as possible.
But maybe he could really help them. How could he help?
Three days later, the rain stopped and the villagers cheered. Fan Zhiyi was also happy about it.
At this time, the village had split into two factions. One faction believed that the cessation of rain was due to the work of the Fusang God, while the other faction believed that it was just a coincidence. But no matter what, Fan Zhiyi received more offerings, and more and more villagers came to pray to him.
"Fusang God, this is the newly harvested rice. It's all because of you that the rain has stopped and the crops haven't been damaged."
"Fusang God, this is a newly slaughtered pig. The whole village has decided to give it to you."
Fan Zhiyi was equally delighted by the villagers' smiles, even forgetting his previous complaints about them disrupting his cultivation. Lately, having absorbed so much incense, he felt his cultivation was recovering at a faster rate than ever before. His wish to possess a human body seemed to be finally becoming a possibility.
But after two or three days, the leader, whom the villagers called the village chief, began to make a wish to himself again with a sad face: "Fusang God, Fusang God, please stop the ghosts from invading our village. This time the ghosts are worse than before. Several families have died. The immortal cultivators don't care about our remote village. Please, Fusang God."
Afterwards, when they knelt down to worship, the village chief and the villagers in that group all said the same thing.
Help them, Fan Zhiyi thought, help them.
As a result, the ghosts in the village disappeared, and no ghosts entered the village for nearly three months. The villagers no longer had to guard their doors at night and were afraid to go to sleep, and they no longer had to worry about being captured by evil spirits when they entered the forest during the day.
"This is all the power of Fusang God. Fusang God protects our village." said the villagers.
More and more villagers believed in Fusang God, but Fan Zhiyi still did not see the old woman who had quarreled with the village chief that day among them. Perhaps he was not working hard enough, so he did not gain the belief of all villagers.
Please give me more incense and more faith, so that I can better fulfill your wishes.
Fan Zhiyi, no, Fusang God thought.
The village chief knelt and worshipped it again. He was the most diligent among the villagers, serving the Fusang God day and night. As the village chief and the villagers made wishes, the village became better and better. The villagers no longer suffered from hunger and fear, and the village became a happy and peaceful village.
At this time, the man in black came again. He said to the village chief outside the cave, "The Fusang God has not yet completely protected the village. We have imprisoned the Fusang God's body, but the Fusang God's spirit still yearns to be outside. You must pray to the Fusang God to stay and pray that he will only bless your village. Communicate with the Fusang God more often. After all, the Fusang God is very spiritual, isn't he?"
"Yes, yes, yes."
So the villagers prayed to the Fusang God: "Fusang God, Fusang God, never leave us, never leave your faithful believers! If you leave us, who will take care of your statue, who will give you treasures, who will worship you as a god!"
God... Fusang God has become accustomed to the villagers worshipping him as a god-like being. If he leaves the village, will he no longer be able to be a god?
The Fusang God looked at the kneeling woman, who held a crying baby in her arms. She looked at the Fusang God and said, "Fusang God, thank you so much, thank you so much! If it weren't for you, how could I have given birth to this child? Look at how cute this child is, look at how well-behaved this child is. Could you really abandon him and go somewhere else? Could you be willing to abandon your new believer?"
So at the villagers' prayers, Fusang God decided to stay in this village forever. He liked this small village that was getting better and better, liked watching the children grow up, and liked more and more people coming to kneel down and worship him.
But one rainy night, a drunken man broke into the cave, looking terrified. He then knelt down before the Fusang God with a plop: "Fusang God, Fusang God, I killed someone, I killed someone! He was wrong. Who told him to collect the debt so harshly and flirt with my wife all the time? It's his fault, it's all his fault. Please help me, Fusang God! Please make that body disappear! I have elderly parents at home to support, and I can't get caught!"
The next day, the man came with a roast chicken and a jar of wine, smiling. He knelt before the Fusang God and said, "Fusang God, I really don't know how to thank you. The body is really gone. No one will know I killed him!"
The man looked up and could only see the Fusang God with a half-smile on his face.
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