"......"
What a bald man!
Cheng Shi put his hands behind his back and pinched his waist tightly to stop himself from laughing out loud, but within two seconds, another hand appeared on his waist, and this hand pinched much more painfully than his own!
"hiss--
This test... well, I haven't...
I haven’t made it clear to you yet, but His test can only be completed one per day, and today’s test has ended.
You can only receive the oracle tomorrow.
For five consecutive days, when all the tests are passed, I will convey His oracle to you.
Don’t rush it.”
After hearing this, the old patriarch leaned forward in fear and said, "I see. There's no hurry. Our tribe has waited for hundreds of years and we won't be in a hurry for even a moment. As long as He doesn't look away and as long as He is willing to forgive us, we will keep waiting even if we drink up the river of time!"
"Very good. I am aware of your piety. Now that today's test is over, old patriarch, please talk about yourselves in the following time. Regardless of history or the present, I need to know your truest feelings.
When I understand your suffering, I can speak well of you in His presence.”
As soon as these words were spoken, the mushroom-footed people in circles inside and outside the house crawled down again.
"Praise [Prosperity]! Praise Bald-sama!"
Hearing the thunderous praise, Cheng Shi was almost moved to tears.
But in fact:
Don't dare to move, don't dare to move! Sister, stop pinching me, my waist is going to break.
"......"
Cheng Shi didn't care about the mushroom-footed man's feelings. He only cared about two issues: one was what the Epsilon mentioned by the old patriarch was, and the other was why the fog gate could be opened on the altar of the mushroom-footed man.
He felt that these might be related to the current trial, so he asked a specious question.
After listening to this, the old chief began to slowly talk about the initial history of the tribe in order to prove the piety of the mushroom-footed people.
Historically, when this tribe of mushroom-footed people was exiled here, they did not have this sunny area where they could live in peace and stability from the beginning. When their ancestors first arrived at the Forest of Sighs, they had no one to rely on and could only struggle to survive in the fog.
To say that they are trying to survive is actually an exaggeration, because the Sighing Forest is full of dangers, especially after nightfall when countless monsters roam rampant. The fungus-footed people have no other fate except to become food for the monsters and objects of killing. So they are not trying to survive, but waiting to die without any ability to struggle.
But this situation suddenly changed one day. The first tribe leader who was elected was unwilling to become a plaything of [Decay]. So in order to prove his piety to his tribe members and to make [Prosperity] have mercy on the mushroom-footed people again, he chose to leave the tribe alone and go to the place where the power of [Decay] was the strongest to spread the name of [Prosperity].
It was his bold and pious act that moved Prosperity, so Prosperity showed mercy and granted the Fungus-Footed People a small piece of land, which is where they live now.
There was no fog here, nor was it affected by the Sighing Tide. Even at night, all the [Corrupted] monsters could not break through the barriers and rush in. The Fungus-Footed People had a safe home, and thus they settled down and entered a prosperous era for the tribe.
But they still faced a thorny problem, that is, there was not enough nutrients in this land that was overly eroded by [Decay]. The mushroom-footed people could no longer rely on the fungus roots to penetrate into the soil to obtain nutrients, so the first patriarch once again used "pious preaching and singing" to pray for mercy from their benefactor.
[Prosperity] responded again. He bestowed a prop, and this prop was both mercy and a test!
Yes, He had already given tests to the mushroom-footed people, so when Cheng Shi said that he had brought five tests, the mushroom-footed people believed it without hesitation.
This prop is the "never-disappearing wild lamp" in Zuoqiu's hand.
"Never disappear?" Zuo Qiu frowned and muttered, then took out the lamp again and placed it in front of everyone.
The old patriarch sighed and continued:
“It is this barren lamp. You should all know that this is a holy device bestowed by Him personally. It is a beggar’s lamp that belongs only to mushroom-footed people like us.
When the mushroom-footed people in the tribe activate it with the power of blood, it will generate a fog door in the tribe, which is the door you came from, Mr. Bald.
On the other side of the fog gate is a random location. The tribesmen only need to carry a lantern to safely pass through the fog gate and reach the other end of the Sighing Forest. Then they can search for and collect food in the endless forest and bring it back to share with the tribesmen.
This is how we survive. Now, except for taking root in the land when we sleep at night, we have long lost the qualification to kiss Mother Earth for nourishment..."
When Cheng Shi heard this, he became even more confused, but his current identity was the messenger of Prosperity, so it was inconvenient for him to ask many questions. So he could only smile and signal the old patriarch to continue.
"As for the test I mentioned, we are afraid that this is just our foolish guess about the benefactor's intentions and does not count. Please help us, bald master."
"......"
Cheng Shi froze. He never expected that the old patriarch would kick the ball back.
After hearing this, Hong Lin sneered softly behind him, his eyes full of amusement.
What a joke! If I can't explain it, everyone will suffer. What's the point of laughing at me?
Others also looked at Cheng Shi with interest, wanting to see how this fortune-teller who didn't tell the truth could "fix" his lies.
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