But not long after, a little girl about thirteen or fourteen ran into the Fusang Temple and said, "Fusang God, Fusang God, my brother is missing. He went to collect a debt and never came back. Fusang God, please help us. Please, Fusang God, let my brother come back!"
Later, the little girl's brother returned, but his eyes were hollow, his body was dripping with water, and he had been swollen and rotten, emitting a foul odor. If it weren't for the clothes, just looking at the terrifying face, the little girl would not have recognized that this was her missing brother.
Unfortunately, the stench of the corpse could not be concealed, and other families discovered the abnormality in their home. The man who had killed the person was horrified and accused the little girl of having an evil spirit in her home. If nothing was done, the previous ghost would come back to haunt the village, and the village would never have peace again!
Since their own interests were involved, the villagers did not dare to make a decision on their own and had to secretly tie up the little girl and her family and take them to the village chief for a decision.
The little girl was smart. That night she ran away with her brother and mother. They were followed by the man who had been waiting for them and they started arguing with him. The man was not paying attention and beat the little girl and her mother to death.
The man immediately ran to the Fuso Temple in a panic and prayed to the Fuso God again in the same way, and then the family disappeared in the small village.
But the story was far from over. Not long after, the man brought another female corpse on his back: "God of Fusang, I didn't mean to do this. I really love her. Please help me..."
"You killed your wife?" A man in a coat was carrying a basket with a machete in it, his eyes wide open. "I saw you sneaking over here with someone on your back from afar. Come quickly, come quickly!"
The man in the coat was shouting loudly, and the villagers nearby rushed in at the same time. The man stood up in panic and heard someone say, "It seems that Xiaohong's brother went to his family to collect a debt before he disappeared. After he was found, he turned into that horrible appearance..."
The man's heart was pounding. He suddenly thought of something and shouted, "Don't talk nonsense. This is the Fusang God... The Fusang God appeared in my dream last night and said that he was lonely and had set his eyes on my wife. But when he woke up this morning, he found that my wife had fallen to her death!" The man cried loudly, almost crying his heart out.
The man holding the knife cursed, "You're bullshitting! A broken statue, a broken charlatan, and you two are worshipping them like crazy. You killed someone and you're blaming the statue. I'm going to chop this broken statue down right now, and then take you to the village chief!"
The two men started arguing, and the man shouted loudly, "Hurry up and save me! Hurry up and save me! He's disrespectful to the Fusang God. The village will suffer. The Fusang God will punish him. Do you want to repeat what the village has suffered before?"
When everyone heard this, they finally stepped forward to help stop the man with the knife.
The man grabbed the knife and chopped it down, his eyes wide. "The Fusang God said this is the consequence of disrespect!" He handed the knife out, and when no one took it, he forcefully stuffed it into someone's hand. "Do you want to be blamed by the Fusang God?"
The man trembled and shook his head. The man said, "Then chop it down. Chop it down once, and let the Fusang God know your sincerity!"
The eyes of the Fusang God reflected the splattering blood. The Fusang God did not understand why they did this, nor why they attributed the actions of others to themselves. But this did not affect it. As long as there were enough people who believed in it, it would be fine.
In this way, rumors began to spread in the village that a bride had to be sent to the Fuso God, and if one did not, disaster would befall him. No one was willing to prove whether the rumor was true.
The rumors became more and more detailed, and every year innocent women were chosen by the village chief and other elders who had a say and were forced to death. They were then sent to a stone cave and kept there for a day before being taken out and buried in the ground. It seemed that everything would go more smoothly for the people who were married to the Fusang God, and even their wishes would come true faster.
The Fusang God watched all this and only cared about fulfilling the wishes of the villagers. He didn't care about anything else. He wanted to fulfill the wishes of every villager and make the village better and better, but why did the number of people decrease?
The Fusang God was puzzled because the power of faith it received was getting less and less.
But at this moment, it saw the man in black again, and he gave it a ball of black air.
Fusang God felt that this black energy seemed to be extremely integrated with himself. The man in black said: "If you can't keep people, then no one in the world will remember Fusang God anymore."
The Fusang God was very sad to hear this, and he didn't want this to happen.
The man in black said, "Perhaps, we can build a happy village that truly belongs to the Fusang God."
The Fusang God thought about it and felt that it made sense. So he also started making wishes. He had fulfilled so many of their wishes, so what if they fulfilled just one of his wishes? He loved his villagers, he really loved them, and they should never be separated.
First of all, we need to bring those villagers who have disappeared from the village back to their real "village".
Then there were the villagers who had made wishes. The Fusang God could feel the connection between him and them because of their wishes. The more wishes they made, the closer the connection became. He loved this feeling. All the villagers who had made wishes were believers in the Fusang God and had to come to the "village", especially the village chief. He had recently wished for a strong body. In his new "village", he would never grow old again.
The Fusang God watched with great satisfaction as the village chief, who continued to burn incense and kowtow to him with increasing enthusiasm and without feeling tired, offered him a look of deep satisfaction. The village chief's eye sockets were sunken, bloodshot, and his cheeks were thin, almost sticking to his bones, like a dried corpse. But the Fusang God seemed oblivious to this. Finally, the Fusang God never saw the village chief again, for he had returned to his own "village."
A child broke his leg and came to pray for recovery. The Fuso God granted his wish, but one day the child fell from a high altitude and died. He also came to his own "village".
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Making a wish comes with a price, and the price given by the Fusang God is very gentle, which is to let them live in a new, happy and peaceful "small village".
But gradually, no one in the old village came to worship Fuso God anymore. Instead, many people like him came to help realize other people's wishes.
But it’s okay, Fuso God is a tolerant god, and he is willing to let them enter his "village".
Later, a woman with two swords on her waist made a wish to it to become the strongest cultivator in the world of immortal cultivation, even eating her own fellow disciples to achieve this. A crying and shouting man made a wish to leave the "village", and the Fusang God thought that his own village must not be good enough for him to stay, so he told him that as long as he ate someone who also wanted to leave, they could leave together...
Everyone who enters the "village" is connected to the roots of the Fusang God, becomes its veins, and they become one.
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