"Are you really not here to kill us?" the old man confirmed again in disbelief.

"That's not true!"

Yin Shiqi waved his hand and his eyes fell on the thatched house.

There are three statues of gods enshrined in the center of the lobby, but the statues are extremely crudely made and oddly shaped.

Even the paintings on it look extremely perfunctory and messy, like a child's graffiti.

It’s completely impossible to recognize which statues of gods they are.

Yin Shiqi could only barely tell that it was not the common Olympian gods in the world, but more like the Eastern gods.

"Old man, can you tell me which gods you worship?" he asked curiously.

The old man opened his mouth, but swallowed back the words and sighed: "Knowing too much will not do you any good, so don't ask anymore, young man!"

He knew very well that the gods enshrined in his hall were all strange gods that were not recognized by the world.

Once it is publicized, it will be of no benefit to anyone.

"There's no need to hide it, I know those are definitely not the gods of Olympus. I just want to know which statues of gods they are!" Yin Shiqi simply made the topic clear.

Hearing such straightforward words, the old man was so shocked that he was speechless.

After a long time, he finally said with a wry smile: "Those three are the Supreme, Original, and Tongtian Heavenly Lords!"

"ha?"

Yin Shiqi was also shocked from ear to ear.

If the old man hadn't admitted it himself, he would never have believed that those three nondescript objects were actually the statues of three saints.

However, he could not find any signs that fit the characteristics of the three saints from those three statues.

If it must be said that there is, then it can only be that the number of the three statues of the gods is just right.

"Old man, I'm not telling you, this statue of yours is too perfunctory, isn't it? Aren't you afraid of the gods punishing you?" he said, dumbfounded.

As if he knew that the three statues of gods were ugly, the old man smiled sheepishly and slowly explained: "This statue is made of loess according to the oral instructions of my teacher."

"We also know that it is definitely different from the real statue of God, but we really can't make a statue that looks more like it!"

As believers of the three gods, they can't even accurately shape the statue of the god they believe in. If they tell them, no one will believe them.

"Orally? They also cleaned up thoroughly!" Yin Shiqi was astonished after hearing this.

Even the statues of gods require oral description and imagination, so it’s no wonder that they are so nondescript.

"Then why did you think I was here to kill someone earlier?" he continued to ask.

"This..." The old man hesitated to speak.

"Don't worry!"

Yin Shiqihun waved his hand indifferently and added: "I am not a devout believer in the Olympus gods. On the contrary, I am very interested in the deeds of various gods."

"If you have anything to say, just say it without any worries!"

As he spoke, his eyes once again focused on the three statues in the thatched house.

"Oh well!"

The old man sighed and said helplessly: "Let's go inside and talk slowly!"

As he spoke, he patted the little boy next to him on the head.

The little boy then helped the old man to the lobby in a considerate manner.

Yin Shiqi did not refuse and followed the two of them slowly into the lobby.

After the little boy helped the old man to sit on a futon under the statue, he saw the old man holding a futon and timidly handed it to him.

"Give!"

"Thanks!"

Yin Shiqi took the futon and sat down cross-legged.

The old man slowly recalled: "According to word of mouth from my teacher's teacher, as early as a long, long time ago, for countless years, there were no Olympus gods on this land of ours."

"But there are only Eastern gods like the three gods I worship."

"But suddenly one day, I don't know what happened, all the Eastern gods disappeared, and only the so-called Olympus gods remained."

"Then they sent their subordinates, who seemed to be called fighters, to destroy all the temples, statues, and books related to the Eastern gods."

"They even went on a killing spree and massacred all the believers of the Eastern gods."

"It was an extremely dark and terrifying era, and only a small number of believers in Eastern gods managed to escape by hiding in the secular world."

"It is said that such killings continued for hundreds of years."

"It wasn't until everyone on this land almost forgot about the Eastern gods, and the killings gradually subsided, that the remaining believers of the Eastern gods were able to return to their hometowns."

"It's just that everything has changed!"

The old man paused, pointed at the ground with a finger, and said with a smile: "According to legend, the hill we are on now was actually an extremely towering mountain, and it was a holy place for worshiping gods."

"It's just that after going through that dark era, I don't know why it became like this."

It had been so long that even he himself had some doubts about whether the words passed down by his ancestors were true.

At this moment, Yin Shiqi nodded and said seriously: "I checked the situation underground before, and the small hill we are on now is actually just the top of a big mountain."

"In other words, the holy land you have been talking about through word of mouth should be buried underground."

Hearing this, the old man was stunned for a moment, then stood up suddenly, raised his head and laughed: "Teacher, did you hear that? The legend is true! Our persistence is not in vain!"

"The legends are all true! They are all true——"

Just smiling, two more crystal tears fell from the corners of the old man's eyes.

Seeing him looking a little crazy, Yin Shiqi didn't know how to comfort him, but he felt even more sad for no reason.

For a long time, until the little boy next to him couldn't bear it anymore and pulled the old man's trousers hard, the old man regained his composure and sat on the futon.

"I'm sorry, I'm a little out of sorts!" the old man said to Yin Shiqi very apologetically.

"It's okay! I can understand!" Yin Shiqi waved his hand.

Time can blur everything and turn reality into legend.

If one day suddenly, the legend that he thought was illusory became a reality, maybe he would become so gloomy.

The old man continued to recall: "The remaining believers of the Eastern gods returned to their hometowns, trying to once again establish their faith in the Eastern gods and contact their gods."

"Unfortunately, the champions of the Olympian gods soon arrived, and the massacre began again."

"The followers of the Eastern gods had to flee again."

"Time after time, there are fewer and fewer believers, and even their memory of the gods begins to become blurry."

"According to my teacher's dictation, the most recent time was more than two hundred years ago."

"We have once again gathered many people of the same faith on this holy land."

"Unfortunately, the disaster could not be avoided."
Chapter completed!