Villager of Destiny

Chapter 335 I Became a God

So this belief seems to have turned into part of my strength.

Very peculiar.

But what this power is, I can't say.

Seeing the figure of the old man disappear from my sight, I retracted my gaze, and then continued to look at the pattering rain.

I have to admit that this Tianshen tea is really powerful.

But I have some doubts.

So far, I haven't found any opportunity, nor have I noticed any danger.

It's like just experiencing the feeling of being a god once.

Before I knew it, I sat in the Temple of the City God until the evening.

The rain finally stopped.

And as the rain stopped, the entire Town God's Temple became completely silent.

I can't help but feel a little lonely.

I don't know why I feel this way.

Because I have long been used to loneliness, I have long been used to it in Niang'er Village for more than ten years.

But at this moment, I just feel lonely.

I tried to put myself to sleep, but I couldn't do it, I was always refreshed.

In this way, this feeling of loneliness lasted until dawn.

People began to come here to burn incense and worship.

Listening to their prayers, I gradually feel less lonely, even if some of their prayers are no different from dreams in my eyes, but I am not angry, just listen to their prayers, and then choose to help them complete What is in my heart.

In this way, several days passed.

I gradually adapted to my identity.

But I still didn't find any opportunity, and there was no danger.

Just don't know why.

After getting used to my identity, I suddenly didn't care about the chances and dangers. What I thought about every day was that those people who came to pray piously would ask me to do something, and whether I would help them do it.

I fell in love with the identity of this city god.

I fell in love with the feeling of being regarded as gods by them.

I don't know how many days passed.

I suddenly forgot why I appeared here, and also forgot what the purpose of my appearance was. I only remembered that I was a god, a city god who protected the people of one side.

It is the expectation of everyone here.

is their belief.

Seeing them begging me to live made me sad at first.

Seeing them happy after I fulfilled their wish makes me happy along with it.

Seeing them kneeling in front of my statue and calling me Lord City God devoutly, I can't help but enjoy their piety.

A thought started to pop up in my mind too.

If only I could stay here forever and be the god here.

I'm starting to get bored.

Tired of my past, even though I have forgotten who I used to be, I only remember that I am a god and the city god here, but I still panic because I feel like I am leaving here.

This feeling lasted for a few days.

On this day, the sky was very dark, and it seemed that it would rain heavily at any time. I shouldn't worry about anything, because I am a god, the city god here, and as long as I want, I can let the dark clouds disperse.

But this time, I couldn't do it. I could only look at the dark sky, and I became more and more irritable.

Until a familiar figure appeared in front of me.

I remember it was the young man I met for the first time after I came here. He held a child in his arms. The child's face was ashen, as if he was suffocated.

He knelt before my idol and began to pray.

Listening to his prayer, I knew he was asking me to save his child.

However, this time I found that I can't seem to do it.

It seemed that there was a force that wanted to take the child's life away. I saw the child's soul slowly leave the body, felt that the child's breath was getting weaker and weaker, and heard the young man's prayer and began to slowly die. become hopeless.

Until the child completely lost his breath.

The young man suddenly seemed to be crazy, pointing at my idol and yelling.

"Why didn't you save my son?"

"Why?"

"Are you still the City God, you can't even save my son, what are you!"

Listening to his questioning, I suddenly felt a little sad.

I look at him.

It seems that he has forgotten that his son was able to be born smoothly because he came here to pray.

Finally, he smashed my idol with a stone and left with his son's body.

I watched him leave, suddenly a little confused.

I want to save his child.

But I can't do it.

Am I still a god?

I asked myself in my heart.

It's just obvious that I don't have an answer.

And after he smashed my idol, the number of people who came to me to pray began to decrease. From the beginning, people came every day in an endless stream, which made me feel less lonely.

A day or two to the back.

Then one for a few days.

Until half a month, no one came here.

I see cobwebs starting to appear in my temple.

Weeds started to grow.

I suddenly felt a little incomprehensible, just because I didn't fulfill their prayer once, did they forget everything I did to them before?

Also at this moment.

There was a voice in my head.

Do you still want to be a god?

Do I still want to?

I asked myself.

I shook my head.

I don't want to.

But the voice appeared again, and it said: "Then you don't want to be a god, you go and kill these ungrateful people."

"Kill them, and you will no longer be a god."

kill them?
At this moment I was stunned.

I looked at my statue, at the broken place that no one repaired, at the cobwebs in the temple, at the weeds that had grown into the temple, and I walked out slowly.

I came to the first family.

It was the family that prayed for me for the first time. The old couple didn’t seem to be there, and the young people were busy. There was a young woman sitting in the house, holding a pillow in her arms, smiling and reciting.

"Son, don't you go to sleep again? Talk to mom."

Looking at her, I suddenly froze.

I suddenly forgot what I came here for.

Not long after, the young man came into the house with a bowl of porridge and brought it to the young woman. Looking at the young man, the young man's face was full of pain, but he still forced a smile: "Damn it, Eat something first, the child will wake up later, but there will be no time to eat."

Hearing the young man's words, the young woman carefully put the pillow on the bed, then took the porridge and drank it slowly.

Watching this scene, I suddenly felt a little mixed.

I leave the house.

It happened that the old man who begged me for rain came back.

He carried a basket of vegetables on his shoulders, and as soon as he entered the house, he said to the young man: "I will go to the Lord Chenghuang to apologize to me in a while, and we will pay for the repair of the statue of the Lord Chenghuang. The rice in our family is growing very well, and what happened to the child... can't be blamed on Lord Chenghuang."

The young man was silent for a while, then nodded.

"I see."

(End of this chapter)