The cicadas were noisy on the trees, making the whole summer very quiet.
In the shabby temple, Yu Sheng sat cross-legged in a clean place, placing the vegetables and wine cups in the food box one by one.
Yu Sheng poured a glass of wine, clinked the glasses and asked him, "Are you a god?"
The old man shook his head and said, "I am not a god, I am a ghost."
"What's the difference?" Yu Sheng was puzzled.
Ghosts and gods are not gods, but ghosts. After death, the soul leaves the body and becomes a lonely ghost.
Many of them will choose reincarnation, but many will choose to stay in the world and become ghosts.
There are many reasons why ghosts stay in the world, such as obsession, agreement, or waiting.
In order to maintain their existence in the world, they will cultivate ghost power, but ghosts and gods do not.
Because they were loved during their lifetime and believed in and worshiped after their death, ghosts and gods will remain in the world with the power of faith.
"I have stayed in the temple for a long time, but I will leave soon." The old man drank the wine in the wine cup slowly and enjoyed it carefully.
He said to Yu Sheng, "It's been a long time since I drank linden wine."
For the rest of my life, few people came to visit the small temple to worship, and naturally there were fewer offerings.
The old man picked up a mouthful of food with trembling chopsticks and chewed it carefully, cherishing every drop and bite.
"Young man, your cooking skills are really good. I never thought the vegetables I grew back then were so delicious." The old man praised Yu Sheng.
After Yu Sheng smiled innocently, he asked him seriously, "Why did you leave? Are you angry with the townspeople, so you decided to leave?"
"Angry? No, no, no." The old man shook his head.
"The existence of ghosts and gods is due to the power of faith. Now people no longer believe in the gods of agriculture, so it is time to enter reincarnation."
"God of agriculture?" Yu Sheng said after a pause, "I can believe in you, and I don't know how to farm, so I just need some advice."
"Haha." The old man laughed, holding a glass of wine.
Yu Sheng said seriously: "It's true. The land left by the old man is now vacant. I will have to plant vegetables again in a few days."
"Do you believe in God?" the old man asked him with a smile.
He remained silent for the rest of his life. Although his soul traveled to a different world and was used to seeing monsters and monsters, he never believed in God for the rest of his life.
"Faith comes from the heart and cannot be forced," said the God of Agriculture.
Yu Sheng sighed softly and changed the subject, "How did you become the God of Agriculture?"
That was a long, long time ago. When the sword pouch was hung up on the archway, someone just settled in the town.
It is difficult to cultivate land in the wilderness. You need to understand the soil quality, master the farming time and even fight against weeds.
But with the help of the old man, the town residents quickly mastered the farming skills, farming time and crops suitable for growing on the land.
The residents of the town were very grateful to the old man, so after the old man died of illness, they built this temple in the town.
People believed in him and called him the God of Agriculture. They worshiped his statue in temples and prayed for good weather and a good harvest.
The power of their faith allowed the old man's soul to stay in the world and protect the farmland wherever they could.
But as time went by, people gradually forgot about the God of Agriculture.
Having lost the power of faith, the god of agriculture gradually aged and became what he is now.
The dishes were gone and the wine was dry. The old man stretched himself and said with a smile, "Okay, it's time for me to go back to the statue and rest."
"Yeah." Yu Sheng packed up the food box, turned around and walked outside.
When he stepped out of the threshold, he turned back and said, "I really don't know how to farm."
The old man smiled and said: "Then let me do my last little bit."
Yu Sheng stepped on the weeds and walked to the road. He saw Baozi and the others still playing on the road, so he waved them over.
"Brother, give birth~" They ran very fast and arrived in front of them very quickly.
Yu Sheng pointed to the weeds in front of the temple, "You guys pull up the weeds here, and my brother-in-law will let you eat well tonight."
"Okay." Baozi and the others agreed immediately without asking why, and rushed forward with great enthusiasm.
When Yu Sheng returned to the inn, the old monk and his disciples were still there. They came down from the mountain today to buy necessities for life in the town.
"Why are you coming back now?" Li Zheng asked him.
Yu Sheng put down the food box, poured a bowl of water, and "drank a few glasses with God."
Li Zheng thought he was talking nonsense again, so he just said: "Take out all the shabby bedding that is no longer needed in the inn, and let the master go back and make the bed."
"Yeah." Yu Sheng drank the water and nodded, then turned and went upstairs to pick up the next set.
At this time, Aunt Ma also brought some bedding and let the old monk and others use them for the time being.
The old monk put his hands together and thanked him, and then said: "The mountain is infested with rats. I wonder if there are any families with cats in the town?"
Yu Sheng said smoothly: "Hey, yes, there seems to be a rat in the inn."
Aunt Ma was overjoyed and said, "Just in time, my Big Peanut's litter of kittens can now be taken away."
Yu Sheng shook his head, "Who has a puppy?"
"Your sixth uncle also has a puppy at home." Li Zheng stopped and asked curiously: "Why are you looking for a dog when you are making trouble with rats?"
Yu Sheng said matter-of-factly: "If I raise a dog, wouldn't it mean that it can handle mice and guard the house?"
"What you say is totally out of tune." Li Zheng pushed him and drove him to Aunt Ma's house to pick up the cat.
There are five kittens in total, and two will remain for the rest of their lives.
A flowery one is named Black Cat, and a black one is named Sheriff.
The sun was setting in the west, and the old monk was staying at the inn, but he insisted on going back.
I stood on the steps for the rest of my life, watching them pass through the archway and onto the stone bridge.
The old monk carries a big bamboo basket on his back, and the young monk carries a small bamboo basket on his back.
The old monk hunched over and pulled the young monk, and the young monk jumped up and down the mountain towards the setting sun.
When we returned to the inn, Li Zheng and the others were no longer there, leaving Tianshi alone.
He said to Yu Sheng abruptly: "There is evil spirit."
"You just know?" Yu Sheng said proudly, "This name is creative enough, it's much brighter than Tongfu, Yuelai, etc."
"That's not what I'm talking about." Tianshi said.
"What is that?" Yu Sheng teased the two cats, "Black cat, come on, jump."
"Forget it, I'm not sure either." Tianshi shook his head, "The tabby cat is called the black cat. What name did you choose?"
Yu Sheng glanced at Tianshi and said disdainfully: "If the black cat is called Black Cat, then why not give it a name?"
The Heavenly Master was speechless.
"By the way, have you forgotten something?" Tianshi reminded him.
"What's the matter?" Yu Sheng looked at him and suddenly realized, "My table~" He turned around and ran outside.
Yu Sheng came back with Badou. He forgot about this incident, but Badou remembered that he went to help after swinging the sledgehammer in the afternoon.
It was late at night, so they went to bed early, leaving the rest of their lives alone to look after the store.
The two lanterns of "Gu" and "Inn" outside the door swayed in the wind. One moon was full and the other was waning, illuminating the street as bright as day.
Yu Sheng sat behind the counter, playing with Wu Zhu's oil-paper umbrella.
When I chatted with the God of Agriculture during the day, I felt like I had some enlightenment for the rest of my life.
The vast majority of lonely ghosts will choose reincarnation, and there is a reason for any ghost to stay in the world.
This umbrella is a magic weapon that traps ghosts. Countless ghosts are trapped inside, and most of them are lonely ghosts.
With Fat Witch Zhu's character, Yu Sheng will never think that all the ghosts he drives are willing and reject reincarnation.
If we can release them and let them enter reincarnation, I think they will definitely get a lot of merit points.
Just do it, Yu Sheng immediately put his hand into the oil paper umbrella.