But even though the Fusang God was so generous, fewer and fewer people came to the two villages, and even the village chief's wife was thinking about taking people away.
The Fusang God had only one wish: he didn't want anyone to leave, even though everyone had left him there. Therefore, anyone who left the old or new village would die.
The villagers of the old village no longer come to worship, but it doesn’t matter. The Fusang God allows them to be a little bit capricious, just like a mother watching a naughty child with tolerance.
Then the ghosts and floods came, and the village returned to its former dire state. Unable to leave or escape, the village head's wife, under so much pressure, had no choice but to make her first wish to the Fusang God: "Fusang God, Fusang God, please, save this village."
Good, good, after all, it has always been protecting the village. Later, it also wants to protect more people. It needs nutrients, it needs to bear fruit, grow flesh, spread its blessings to more people, and let more people come to its "village".
So, come and make a wish to the Fuso God.
I... I am the Fuso God.
You haven't become a real Fusang God yet, so come and make a wish to me. Aren't we the same... most afraid of loneliness?
I... am not the Fuso God?
Fan Zhiyi's fingertips moved, and many black and white clips flashed through his mind like a passing show.
"Zhiyi, Mom is sorry..."
Why should he say sorry? He can't even remember what his mother looks like.
"Fan Zhiyi, I don't want to be friends with you anymore. It's too boring."
Oh, he might really be quite boring. After all, he is socially anxious and can hardly say a few words to people he doesn't know well.
"Zhiyi, now that you've graduated, remember to keep in touch."
It was a lie. After graduation, no matter what messages I sent, he always said he was busy. Gradually, we lost contact.
“Woof woof woof!”
His golden retriever was the best... a big golden retriever... Fan Zhiyi thought of his own Maomao who had died in a car accident. He had tried so hard to get him to the hospital, but it was all in vain. Maomao had been barking at him before dying, and the doctor had said that Maomao was trying to comfort and say goodbye to his owner. Let Maomao go more easily.
Like an old TV, several snowflake screens flashed through Fan Zhiyi's mind, and then a new picture appeared. He was holding an umbrella and looking at a dirty puppy in a cardboard box. He looked for a long time, then squatted down and held the umbrella over the puppy's head.
Is this his memory? Fan Zhiyi has no recollection of this scene at all.
The screen was covered in snow again. When it cleared up again, Fan Zhiyi saw two people kissing under the moonlight. They were Bing Nandong and... Cen Jun's brother. Then the scene changed to show Cen Jun's brother, his face covered in blood, hugging someone's legs. He was being kicked and beaten. The pain was like falling on Fan Zhiyi himself, and his whole body suddenly ached.
It hurts so much, it really hurts, I'm going to die, I don't want to die, why don't you let go... Because... Because of what...
"Make a wish and become a part of the true Fusang God. Those who left you will come back to you."
"Stop making noise, I'm thinking about something." Fan Zhiyi interrupted the other party impatiently and frowned. Why?
"Make a wish, make a wish, make a wish... My child, the Fusang God will never abandon you..."
"Okay, then I hope..." Fan Zhiyi paused. Should he really make a wish? For some reason, Fan Zhiyi felt a strong reluctance to wish. Besides, what should he wish for? Fan Zhiyi began to think again. He felt that he had forgotten something crucial.
By the way, Bingnandong!
Cen Jun's brother is trying to save Bing Nandong and can't be caught! Who is chasing Bing Nandong and Cen Jun's brother?
Then who is he, why does he have these memories, and why is he related to the Fusang God? Fan Zhiyi felt as if his head was about to split open. Who is he? He is not the Fusang God, and he does not want to be a part of the Fusang God.
Suddenly, as if a veil had been drawn back from his eyes, Fan Zhiyi opened his eyes. Yes, he was not the Fusang God, he was Fan Zhiyi. He remembered.
Then the darkness before him cracked open, shattering into fragments that fell to the ground. Fan Zhiyi, holding onto the ground with his hands to maintain his balance, raised his eyes and found himself sitting on a cushion in a meditative posture. It looked like he was about to become a wooden sculpture like the Fusang God.
But why did those memories, such as holding an umbrella for the stray dog and what happened to Brother Cen Jun, appear in his mind? Although he had never experienced it, Fan Zhiyi felt very familiar. A voice in his heart told him that these were all him, all things he had done.
He can’t be, is he really Cen Jun’s brother?
This is so abstract, so absurd, absolutely impossible. This must be a conspiracy by the Fusang God to disturb his Dao heart! This is his first time traveling through a book! Can you come out and explain it, dog system?
Fan Zhiyi clenched his fists, quickly calmed his mind, and put the matter behind him.
He stood up and looked up at the huge wooden statue in front of him. The statue of the Fusang God had only one side. He was sitting on a lotus cup, and his body was divided into two halves. One half was a smiling man, and the other half was a crying woman. He had five arms behind his back, and one arm in front of him holding a branch.
This world is always more cruel to women.
Fan Zhiyi thought that based on this image, he guessed that he must have fallen into another space. With a thought, the wooden statue began to break from the middle, turning into small pieces and destroyed in an instant.
"God of Fusang, from the moment you underestimated your desires, you could no longer become an immortal. You'll have another chance to understand this." Fan Zhiyi recalled everything he had seen and experienced since becoming the God of Fusang, and sighed. "It's difficult to be a human, but that's what makes us human."
Fan Zhiyi walked out of the hall, and outside the hall was an impenetrable darkness.
Suddenly, the ground shook, and the hall behind him began to twist. Fan Zhiyi was familiar with this strange movement. It must be connecting to another space again. He wondered which one it would lead to this time. How were Bing Nandong and the others?
Suddenly, a small piece of the sky shattered, like a tile being torn off, and then more and more fragments fell. A silent gust of wind blew, and Fan Zhiyi's sleeves rustled. He had a bad feeling in his heart, and he had to find the others as soon as possible.
Aiming at the fragment, Fan Zhiyi flew over, then waved his sleeves, and the crack became bigger and bigger, and the entire space was like peeling off a new skin.
Fan Zhiyi stepped on the sea. He really didn't have the time to waste waiting for the space to change. Because of his panic and the negative emotions he received from the Fusang God, Fan Zhiyi felt a little irritable.
The surrounding sea water began to surge and form huge waves, and then condensed into a sharp sword, splitting the space in half and allowing Fan Zhiyi to enter the next place.
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