Chapter 207 What kind of god is that?
A horse-drawn carriage moved slowly along the winding country road.
The car curtain opened, and the warm wind entered the room, ruffling Lin Qingyue's hair, and her black hair fluttered in the wind.
"Haven't we arrived yet? I remember the map marked it, and the county seat should be nearby."
Dongfangqi pointed to a row of houses ahead, reflected in the setting sun, and said, "After crossing this field, we will reach Long County."
When he heard the word "Long County", the oil-paper fan beside him shook.
Lin Qingyue knew that "Long County" was where Lao Gui had served as county magistrate for over a decade. Returning to his old place now, she was inevitably filled with emotion.
"Wait another half hour, after the sun sets, you can come out."
The soul hidden in the umbrella fell silent, and only an old voice could be heard: "I don't know what has become of Long County now. Are the villagers all right?"
A quarter of an hour later, the carriage stopped in front of an inn in the county town.
Dongfangqi lifted the car curtain and reached out: "We're here."
Lin Qingyue looked down at his hands. Dongfang Qi said calmly, "Just treat me as an ordinary driver."
An ordinary driver?
Lin Qingyue snorted arrogantly and jumped off the carriage.
Dongfang Qi didn't get upset when his plan failed. He followed with a smile: "Are you hungry after such a long car ride? I just asked Lao Gui, and he said that this place is rich in mushrooms, and the three-fresh mushroom soup is the best. How about..."
Lin Qingyue found an empty seat and sat down. Seeing Dongfang Qi also sitting there, she asked, "Didn't you just call yourself a coachman? What coachman can eat at the same table with the host?"
Dongfang Qi: "...wasn't that just... a joke? Then, should I change tables?"
Lin Qingyue said, "I was just kidding. Who told you to like being a rickshaw driver?"
Dongfang Qi then sat down again: "It seems that we both like to joke around, not bad..."
It really is a perfect match!
The two ordered a three-fresh mushroom soup, some grilled meat skewers and a steamed fish.
There weren't many guests here, only three tables in total including Lin Qingyue and Dongfang Qi.
However, the serving speed in the restaurant was extremely slow. Almost an hour had passed after I ordered the dishes, and not a single dish was served.
Even someone as good-tempered as Dongfang Qi was getting impatient waiting.
"Hey, is your chef asleep? Why hasn't the food been served in such a long time?"
"Don't worry, sir. I'll go and help you."
It took a while before two Hu pancakes were served.
Lin Qingyue said, "It seems that your chef is not only asleep, but also can't be woken up. If the dishes are not served within a quarter of an hour, we won't serve them."
The waiter said, "Sir, please don't be angry. From your accent, I can tell you don't sound like a local. You might not understand our customs. We believe in the God of Returning Origin here, and the common people shouldn't have the thought of killing."
"If you have bloody or murderous thoughts, you must pray sincerely to the gods, asking them to forgive your sins. The dishes you ordered just happen to be meat."
"So our chef must pray before the statue before cooking and ask for the god's forgiveness before cooking for you."
"Sir, please wait a moment. The gods will soon forgive the chef, and your dish will be ready soon."
Lin Qingyue was speechless for a moment after hearing this. After a moment of silence, she said to Dongfang Qi, "I'll go take a look."
When I arrived at the kitchen, I saw a burly man holding a freshly slaughtered fish, kneeling in front of a shrine, crying bitterly:
"Oh God... I'm deeply sinful! Wuwuwu... I don't want to harm an innocent life. But I'm a cook, responsible for my family's livelihood, and I have to cook for greedy diners..."
Greedy eater Lin Qingyue couldn't stand it any longer and said, "Since you're so upset, I won't eat this fish."
The man immediately became anxious when he heard this: "How can this be possible? We can't retreat after we've already killed the fish!"
Lin Qingyue said, "Then stop talking nonsense. If you don't all show up within a quarter of an hour, I'll cook you all in the pot!"
The threat was effective, and all her dishes were served within a quarter of an hour.
The chef put down the plate and stepped away, still muttering, "Oh God, oh merciful God! Please remove the tyranny from that female guest! People in this world are full of sins. If they cannot receive God's forgiveness in this life, they will sink into the sea of suffering in the next life..."
His voice was not loud, but Lin Qingyue had excellent hearing and heard all the rustling sounds.
The diners at other tables were not in a hurry to eat the food when it was served. They crossed their hands in front of their chests and muttered to themselves:
"Thank God for the gift. We can have a good meal today. God, your kindness is greater than the sky..."
At this time, a little boy in ragged clothes, with a pale face and skinny body came in from outside the store, holding a broken bowl, and staggered in to beg.
Dongfang Qi casually gave the little boy a Hu Bing as alms, but the little boy didn't even say thank you. He took the Hu Bing and ran to the corner of the wall outside, squatted there, and began to mutter:
"Thank you, God, for the food you gave me. This Hu pancake is all I have. I am willing to dedicate it to God. Please eat it first!"
As he said this, he put down the bread and bowed towards the sky.
Dongfang Qi leaned out of the window and asked the boy, "I was the one who gave you the bread. It would be fine if you didn't thank me, but why are you going to thank some god?"
The little boy said confidently, "Although you gave me the cake, it must have been given by the gods through you. Of course I have to thank my gods."
Dongfang Qi saw that his face looked extremely bad and he spoke weakly, so he didn't bother to argue with him any more. He just said, "You'd better save some energy and eat the cake quickly."
The boy said, "I want to give the bread to the gods first, so that the gods can see my sincere offering. I... I..."
Before he could finish his words, the little boy rolled his eyes and fell to the ground motionless.
The old turtle's spirit suddenly shot out of the umbrella and floated to the boy's side. He was immediately filled with grief and indignation: "He's dead! He starved to death!"
"Stupid." Lin Qingyue snorted coldly, picked up the skewers and ate them with relish, not caring about the boy's death at all.
However, those who always said that killing should not be done and who would repent for a long time even if a fish died, turned a blind eye after the boy died.
Dongfang Qi found it absurd: "What kind of god is that? On the one hand, he teaches people to be kind, but on the other hand, he treats human life as worthless? Isn't that contradictory?"
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