wear it lord god

Now I understand. The old man thought that if he died, he could give up the quota, so he committed suicide by drowning.

After hearing this, Deren's wife looked even more defeated, her lips trembling: "Uncle Chun, don't be like this, I don't want this child anymore, I, I'll go to the hospital now..."

After saying this, he covered his face and cried bitterly. Many women sympathized with him and went up to comfort him.

Naruhito's wife covered her face and sobbed: "It's the child's fault. He came at the wrong time, the wrong time..."

The village chief hardened his heart and stamped his feet: "I am the village chief here, I have the final say, I will go back and let my daughter marry to another village."

Generally speaking, both men and women marry in the same village or through exchange marriages, after all, marrying in means taking up one more person's quota. Being able to marry out proves how good a person is, so people would rather take up a quota and marry in.

The old man was even more unwilling to do it when he heard this, but he couldn't break free from the hands of others, so he shouted anxiously: "Let go, let go of everyone, I will always find a way to die, I will hang myself, cut my throat, let's see who can stop me!"

Deren's wife turned around and said in a voice as weak as a mosquito: "I'm going to the hospital now. You all stay with Uncle Chun and wait for my news."

Once the child is gone, there is no need to commit suicide.

Naruhito climbed up, walked silently to his wife, and supported her: "I'll take you there."

Naruhito's wife nodded, and the two of them supported each other and prepared to leave.

The old man was anxious: "Don't go, all of you let go, otherwise the child will be gone, and I won't have many years to live!"

Unable to break free, he burst into tears: "God, please be kind and take my life away. What have I lived for so long? I don't want to live anymore. Please take my life away!"

"Uncle Chun, don't be like this, otherwise Naruhito's family will lose their child in vain. Rules are rules, don't take them to heart. Gods have their own reasons." Everyone advised.

Many people sighed. No one at the scene was gloating or smiling, and they all felt sorry for the child.

Just as Naruhito and his wife were walking towards the hospital with deathly looks on their faces, supporting each other, a figure suddenly appeared in front of them.

Both of them were stunned, staring blankly at the figure not far in front of them. She was wearing a long dress with wide sleeves and a front opening, like the first generation god. Her body was pure and untainted by the mundane world, and her long black hair and dress fluttered slightly in the wind.

Everyone was stunned. The village chief suddenly shouted, "It's the goddess. Kneel down and kowtow!"

As if waking from a dream, everyone knelt down quickly and bent their bodies, just like they did every morning to worship.

After waiting for a long time without hearing the gods speak, they slowly raised their heads, only to find that the goddess had disappeared and could no longer be found.

The village chief stood up tremblingly and walked to the side of the still kneeling Naruhito and his wife. After they stood up, the village chief realized what was going on. He patted Naruhito on the shoulder and said with great joy, "Good boy, the baby in your wife's belly may be saved!"

The villagers also started talking: "Yes, you two wanted to go to the hospital, but the goddess blocked your way. What's the proof? It proves that the goddess didn't let you go."

“I also saw the goddess with a smile on her face.”

"Yes, it should be smiling. The goddess is so beautiful."

"Prettier than the village chief's daughter!"

"Get lost!" The village chief glared at her. "How can my daughter be compared to a goddess? If you keep talking nonsense, I will drag you to the monument and make you kneel down for three days and three nights to apologize."

The atmosphere seemed to be much more relaxed. Someone even said to the old man, "Uncle Chun, you don't have to die, the goddess is here."

The old man was confused at first, then he stood up and walked forward. Because he was not heading towards the pond this time, no one stopped him, but he still followed him worriedly: "Uncle Chun, where are you going?"

"Go and pray to the gods." The old man said firmly: "The goddess didn't say what to do. The rules are still the rules. I will kneel in front of the monument. If there is no news, I will kneel there and die."

In the past, people who made mistakes could kneel before the monument if they felt they were wronged. If the gods did not give them any information, it meant that they were indeed wrong and could only kneel before the monument until they died.

But the gods have always been clear about rewards and punishments. They have never wronged a good person, nor have they let a bad person go. So if someone kneels and dies in front of the monument, no one can stop him.

The villagers looked at each other in bewilderment: "Let's go too... let's go and beg together..."

So all the villagers went there, and the school was still okay at that time, with the sound of reading being heard from time to time.

The old man knelt in front of the stone tablet with the names of the gods written on it, and prayed in a firm and pious voice: "Thank you for your protection, gods. I am seventy-eight years old this year. My wife and children have passed away, and I am weak and sick. I beg the gods to let me die as soon as possible, so that another younger generation from the same village can be born, so as to add more incense to the gods and make them live forever."

Naruhito came with his wife, kneeling behind the old man, and he also prayed sincerely: "My name is Naruhito. My wife was in poor health and we thought she couldn't get pregnant. Unexpectedly, she got pregnant unexpectedly. It's my fault and it has nothing to do with Uncle Chun. Please ask the gods to dissuade Uncle Chun. We made a mistake and should be punished."

The villagers knelt down behind and waited.

The village chief stood in front and said, "The gods will not kill people, they will only save people. If there is no instruction after the sun sets, it means that Uncle Chun is not destined to die. Tomorrow, you two will..."

Naruhito nodded: "Let's go to the hospital."

However, Naruhito's wife shook her head and said, "Maybe it won't take that long, but this is its fate." If it kneels for too long, the child might not be saved.

The old man hardened his mind and said, "After one stick of incense, I will kowtow. It will be a blessing for me to die of old age while I kowtow to the gods."

Naruhito's wife immediately burst into tears, she knew what these words meant.

Naruhito was anxious: "Uncle Chun..."

Before he could finish his words, he was interrupted by the old man: "Don't say anything, kowtow to the gods, no one can stop me!"

The village chief also shook his head helplessly, proving that this was true. No one could stop others from bowing to the gods and praying to them. The gods were above everything else.

The old man was unusually calm, completely without the madness he had just shown when he was trying to commit suicide: "Village chief, please light some incense."

The village chief nodded and said, "Since it has been decided, I can't stop it. Life and death are determined by fate, and wealth and honor are determined by God. No one can have any objections. I will light the incense."

Everyone nodded, and the village chief went to the crack under the platform to get the incense hidden there.

  After taking out one, everyone's eyes widened. This incense stick was as thick as an arm and more than a person's height!

The old man’s eyeballs are bigger than lanterns, am I sure?

This is the leftover from the festivals and celebrations in the past. One stick of incense can burn for a whole day. It can be said that a stick of incense lasts for a long time, but I didn't expect that there is such a big stick of incense.

One villager couldn't help but ask quietly: "Why is there still one left?"

The village chief took out a fire stick and lit the incense, his face calm and righteous: "It's not easy to make the sky-high incense. The last one I made was the biggest and thickest in history. I really don't want to throw it away. I originally saved it for the next harvest memorial ceremony, but I didn't expect it to come in handy today... Can someone come and help, it's too heavy!"

Everyone felt dizzy.

Two young men helped the village chief to light the incense. The incense was very tall and thick, which was a spectacular sight.

Just as it was plugged in, a figure flew down from the sacred mountain and finally stood on the high platform. It was a male god, holding a roll of yellow silk cloth in his hand. (End of this chapter)