Unreasonably, an inexplicable sense of crisis suddenly enveloped the hearts of most creatures in the area near the World Tree.

With the instinct of creatures, they were restless and developed a year when they had to escape from this horrific area immediately.

And Wang He was not anxious.

He raised his head and saw the light in the sky that penetrated all the dark realms and illuminated everything.

"People may not believe in ghosts and gods, but they should be respectful of the unknown."

At this moment, Wang He suddenly remembered this sentence when he heard his elders say in the temple of the protector in his hometown when he was a child.

That year, he was seven years old. He had a fever and low fever due to wind and cold.

Because I happened to be having a holiday in my hometown, I went to the local hospital and used medicine, but the low fever never subsided.

Finally, under the leadership of the elderly at home, the family went to the temple to pray for blessings, hoping that his illness would improve as soon as possible and his health would recover as soon as possible. It would not affect his study in the next semester.

Although Wang He is young and has a pretty good physical condition, he is still sober even though he is in a fever state.

When he watched the adults kneel and pray for him, he felt an indescribable feeling in his heart.

He did his limited knowledge to think:

People come here and pray for what they think. This is their wish.

But my mother once told him that wishes may not be realized. Only by working hard can one realize their wishes, so he must keep learning.

And what these people, including his own mother, do here at this time is just to pray for something meaningless for nothing?

Why do people still pray and make wishes even though they know it is impossible?

Why do people do such meaningless stupid things?

So, he opened his mouth straightforwardly and said, "Dad, mom, stop doing these useless things, I will definitely get better. Let's go back!"

Because of fever and weak body, because of the bustling crowds during festivals, and because he was focusing on praying for blessings, no one of his parents and relatives heard his tiny words.

However, one person heard it.

That is a witch in the temple, who is the big man who presided over the temple sacrificial activities that day.

This old man with gray hair, who is nearly 70 years old, is a well-known local expert. He is famous in a small range for his miscellaneous techniques such as magic, exorcising evil spirits, avoiding disasters, and medical skills.

"Your name is Wang He?" The old man suddenly came to his side and asked.

Wang He was startled by his words and strange costumes and took a step back: "...how do you know?"

The old man pointed to the font written by his parents on the blessing book.

On it, Wang He's name was copied, and they also wrote their blessings for Wang He:

"Peaceful and healthy, academic success."

Wang He looked away for a long time, but finally chose to get close before he could see his name listed above.

He quickly turned around and said, "Grandpa, you have such a good eye! You can see clearly at such a distance!"

The old man smiled and nodded.

Wang He's parents and believers all discovered his arrival and saluted the elderly witch.

Especially those elderly believers, when they see the witch, they seem to be as intoxicated and pious as they see treasures, and while ceremonial, they put their heads very low.

Seeing this, Wang He was a little puzzled.

He trayed his thoughts and asked directly: "Grandpa, can you satisfy all of us? Can you cure my illness?"

The old man half-squatted down, looked straight with Wang He, and asked back: "Wang He, why did you ask like that?"

"Because my parents, uncles, aunts, grandparents and grandparents all respect you very much! They have put in a lot of feelings and time. If neither you nor the gods can do it, then they are very pitiful? Isn't it in vain?" Wang He asked.

In an instant, the vicinity became silent.

Wang He's mother quickly picked him up, covered his mouth, and explained while blaming him: "Wang He, be careful about the occasion when speaking! Lord Wu Zhu, sorry! This is just a child's heartless words."

The old man was not angry at all. He said calmly: "It's okay. His problem is very good. Instead, I want to thank him. Taking this opportunity, I want to tell you a story about myself."

Speaking of the story, Wang He suddenly became interested, and his mother was relieved after hearing this and let go of her hand.

The believers, who were originally awkward, expressed their gratitude with excitement when they heard the old man's words.

It seems like I have gotten an extremely cherished opportunity.

The old man did not get up and still looked at Wang He with straight eyes.

He said slowly, "When I was sixteen years old, I accidentally broke a statue of god at night because of my carelessness. That statue of god is the one in the hall in front of you."

"At that time, I was the only one present. I had hesitated whether to escape. Finally, because of the Master's consistent teachings, I chose to repent and pray, hoping that the great gods could save me and restore this statue that I could never restore as before."

The believers nearby were listening attentively.

They were very curious about the story that this senior Wu Zhu told for the first time.

Because breaking the statue of god is a taboo among the taboos.

But the statue in front of me is extremely solemn, flawless, and has no trace of being broken.

Therefore, believers are looking forward to a story of the obvious traces of God.

The old man said, "I cried and prayed until the next day during the day, the statue of God did not recover, but my master was waiting for it. I was very scared. But he only said to me: 'The god is watching you, clean it up quickly.'"

The old man continued, "Just just watched? When I heard his words, I felt that everything I gave that night was meaningless. I asked my master loudly: 'Why didn't it realize my wish?' Wang He, just like you now."

The believers were a little unbelievable. The person in front of him who was almost the most wise and respectful of gods in the local area actually suspected the gods themselves in the past?

The old man thought of something and smiled: "Guess what my master said? He said: 'Because this is the result of yourself, you must be responsible for it.' He also handed me a broom. I was very angry at that time and asked him: 'Nothing can be helped? Then what's the use of respecting God?'"

"My Master suddenly became kind for some reason. He replied, "God tells you the way, but the way is always you walk. God teaches you right and wrong, but right and wrong are chosen by you. God hears your wish, but the wish is finally fulfilled by you. You stay where you do nothing, and even God cannot help you."

"'Fortunately, you made a wish, and Master, I happen to have this ability. Our master and apprentice work together to cultivate him slowly.' This is the last sentence my master said that day."

As the sentence ended, Wang He suddenly felt the top of his head being stroked by a warm palm.

It was that witch.

This is a rare feeling in the low temperatures in spring.

The old man quickly withdrew his hand and continued, "In order to repair this statue, I spent all my time in my practice to raise funds, study, and repair it. In the end, it took three years, four months and fifteen days. Wang He, if you want to recover your health, how long do you think it will take?"

Wang He thought about it, because his mind became warmer and his thoughts became much clearer. He said happily: "Then let's go for three days!"

"Puchi!" Someone couldn't help laughing.

It sounds like a girl's voice.

The old man looked at Wang He and his parents kindly: "Okay, that's three days. I believe everyone present and the great gods have heard of your wish. But whether it can be realized depends on your own efforts. Remember to cooperate with your parents, exercise well, and take medicine on time."

Wang He's parents nodded quickly.

Fortunately, this elderly witch Zhu has a good temperament, otherwise Wang He would have caused them a lot of trouble.

If you offend the temple, you can hardly get through in your hometown and you will be scolded to death by your relatives and the elderly.

But they dared to be broken in an instant.

Wang He is not finished yet!

He said, "Grandpa, I still don't believe in the existence of gods. But if I can really recover from health in three days, I will become that great god!"

Wang He was instantly "attacked" and was forcibly pulled away amid his parents' apology.

The old man just smiled, didn't answer, and turned around and returned to the temple.

"People may not believe in ghosts and gods, but they should be respectful of the unknown."

I don’t know who said this sentence suddenly rang in Wang He’s ears and heart at the same time.

When he returned strangely, the abortion had already come alive from the silence and returned to the bustling bustling.

Three days later, his continued low fever was healed without any signs and he was inexplicably cured.
Chapter completed!