Muramasa looked at Fang Jian in surprise, thinking that this noble young man was really naive. The real countryside was not as beautiful as described in the poems of literati. However, since Fang Jian had already said so, Muramasa did not force it. He just said, "In that case, I will not force you. However, if you are not used to living outside the land temple, you can stay at my house for a while."
Fang Jian smiled and nodded, "Okay."
Afterwards, Muramasa took Fang Jian to the land temple behind Daliushan Village. Looking at the land temple in front of him, which was only half a person's height and built purely with mud, Fang Jian smiled.
The land god of Daliushan was much more miserable than himself. The land god temple on Qingping Mountain where he lived was at least as tall as a person and was built of bricks and stones.
In this way, Fang Jian built a hut of wood and grass next to the land temple in Daliushuang and officially settled down there.
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It is said that man is subject to misfortunes at any time, and the weather is unpredictable.
On the night that Fang Jian settled down in the land temple in Daliushan, heavy rain began to fall from the sky with lightning and thunder.
Fang Jian was lying in the thatched hut, with green thatch covering his body. He closed his eyes and listened quietly to the sound of rain hitting the thatched roof and the sound of rain flowing.
Suddenly, Fang Jian felt a chill on his face, as if rain had flowed into the thatched cottage.
Fang Jian was suddenly surprised. He knew the thatched hut he had built well. He had laid five layers of thatch on the roof, so not only could rainwater but also hail could not get in.
He opened his eyes immediately, and then he saw a wet horse face appear above his head.
And the rain was flowing down from this horse's face. "Third Prince?" Fang Jian called out.
The Third Prince snorted in dissatisfaction, then shook the rain off his head, his eyes full of dissatisfaction.
You may be feeling comfortable in your thatched cottage, but I'm still outside getting wet in the rain!
"..." Fang Jian sat up and turned his head to look inside his thatched cottage. It seemed that there was still some space.
So he said to the Third Prince, "Alright, alright, stop being so surly. Come in and squeeze in. When the weather clears up, I'll build you a thatched hut."
After saying that, Fang Jian let the Third Prince squeeze into his thatched cottage. As soon as the Third Prince's strong and sturdy body came in, he immediately filled up the entire cottage, leaving Fang Jian with only enough space for him to lie on his side.
"..." Fang Jian was speechless. Suddenly, he remembered that he seemed to have a neighbor.
"Oh, by the way, I'll go and squeeze in with the Earth God. His abode should be spacious enough."
After saying this, Fang Jian walked out of the thatched cottage, went to the outside of the land temple, knocked on the mud platform of the land temple and asked, "Land God, are you home?"
The land god of Daliushan was sleeping soundly in his monastery when he suddenly heard someone knocking on the door. The sound was so loud that it even reached his monastery.
But the land god didn't want to pay any attention. Heavy rain is the best weather for sleeping, and it was late at night and the rain was pouring down. Anyone who came to worship at the temple at this time must not be a serious person, so why bother with him? So the land god turned over and continued to sleep soundly.
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