Madmen don't keep diaries

Chapter 197 Chapter 196 Name of God
What the Lady of Wind and Rain meant was that even if your spirit was strong and not afraid of the strong wind, your physical body would not be able to stand in the wind. If you don't want to fall again, it's best to give up this idea.

Feng Xiuhu looked at the sky for a while and felt that the Goddess of Wind and Rain was not joking.

So he swam ashore and sat down beside the Lady of Wind and Rain.

"I guess I'm lucky. I fell from such a high place and landed right in the water."

Feng Xiuhu smiled happily.

The Lady of Wind and Rain summoned a gentle breeze, rippling the water. She replied calmly, "Is your authority to act crazy and foolish? Of course, I saved you."

"But you're really lucky. I'm not always here."

After she finished speaking, she turned around and unexpectedly lost her composure, "What are you doing!?"

Feng Xiuhu had taken off all his clothes without anyone noticing, leaving only a pair of large shorts with two holes in them.

Feng Xiuhu twisted his trouser legs and replied confidently, "What if I don't wring my clothes out for a while and catch a cold?"

Lady Fengyu almost couldn't catch her breath. She waved her sleeves and...

A hurricane blew towards Feng Xiuhu. His facial features were distorted in the wind, his nose was crooked, his eyes were slanted, his lips were shaking wildly, and his whole face was twitching.

Fortunately, the hurricane came and went quickly.

After a while, the wind stopped.

The moisture in the clothes in Feng Xiuhu's hands was completely removed and they were completely dry.

It also came with a new hairstyle - his hair was stretched straight, with each strand straightened back, and at first glance it looked like a hammer was installed on his neck.

Feng Xiuhu looked at his reflection in the water, twisting his neck to examine it. He was quite satisfied. "How much does it cost to apply for a card?"

Lady Fengyu couldn't bear to look at him: "Put on your clothes quickly!"

Feng Xiuhu dressed neatly and flattered the queen: "As expected, your Majesty is kind-hearted. Not only did you save me, you also helped me dry and style my clothes. Just based on your kindness, whoever marries you in the future will be blessed."

Lady Fengyu looked over in disbelief.

She suddenly understood why Feng Xiuhu always gave her such a strange feeling - ever since she ascended to the altar, both humans and gods were either afraid of her or respected her, but no one had ever spoken to her like Feng Xiuhu did.

He never seemed to regard her as a god.

Lady Fengyu stared at Feng Xiuhu's profile and fell into deep thought.

Feng Xiuhu leaned over and scooped up water from the pool with her hands to wash her face.

He asked casually, "But then again, why did you save me?"

The Lady of Wind and Rain said calmly, "If a tile falls from the roof due to the wind, no one might pay attention; but if it is gold that falls, of course you have to catch it quickly."

Feng Xiuhu was very impressed. He gave Empress Fengyu a thumbs-up and said, "What good judgment! Your Majesty has a keen eye for talent. You saw the bright side of me so quickly."

Lady Fengyu's expression remained unchanged: "You're overthinking it. What I see is the rhythm of your body."

Feng Xiuhu's smile froze on his face. "Could it be possible that I saw it wrong?"

This rebuttal seemed a little weak, and Lady Fengyu ignored it and continued speaking.

"When we first met, I just thought you were born with a special spirit, but I never thought that you were hiding something deeper."

Feng Xiuhu glanced around: "Hide? What am I hiding? I'm a priest of the church. I'm an upright man and I do things in an upright manner. I've never hidden anything..."

"priest?"

Lady Fengyu smiled playfully and said, "Then cast a fog spell for me."

Feng Xiuhu was speechless, not knowing where to put his hands and feet - he could borrow the power of authority, but would he dare to do so in front of the Queen of Wind and Rain?

As if she had anticipated Feng Xiuhu's reaction, Fengyu Niang's beautiful eyes shot across her face. "I don't know how you've managed to hide in the Mist Church until today, but since you have this ability, you must be smart. If you like to hide, then continue to do so. But if I need you in the future, you must come to see me immediately."

Feng Xiuhu was stunned. This didn't sound right. How could he be so worthy of being personally courted by Lady Fengyu?

What does Lady Fengyu take him for?
It’s not the connotation, but the literal meaning—Goddess of Wind and Rain seemed to see through him, but not completely.

Feng Xiuhu asked tentatively, "Do you know what my authority is?"

"Ok?"

Lady Fengyu raised her eyelashes slightly: "Are you willing to tell me?"

she does not know.

Feng Xiuhu was relieved and quickly shook his head: "No."

Lady Fengyu was not annoyed, but nodded and said, "That's normal. Let's talk about something else."

"say what?"

Feng Xiuhu felt that Lady Fengyu seemed to have misunderstood something.

Then Lady Fengyu spoke: "This question is very important - how did you do it?"

Feng Xiuhu became more and more confused as he listened: "Do what?"

Lady Fengyu frowned slightly. She thought Feng Xiuhu was still beating around the bush with her, so she emphasized, "Seizing faith, consolidating the power of rules, and finally giving birth to authority and becoming a god—what exactly did you do?"

Feng Xiuhu opened his mouth, his eyes full of confusion: "Ah? I don't know..."

"How could you not know?"

Lady Fengyu was a little angry: "The rules and rhythms cannot be faked. Your spirit is powerful, but your body is weak. You are clearly a newborn god, just like the original truth!"

There was a hidden threat in her tone: "I have given you respect as a god and will not inquire into your authority, but I urge you not to be unwilling to listen to good words."

Feng Xiuhu slowly opened his eyes, he seemed to understand.

He nodded and said, "I understand."

To prevent Feng Xiuhu from evading the question again, Fengyu Niangniang decided to break down the questions one by one and ask, "When did you become a god?"

Feng Xiuhu thought for a moment and said, "About two months ago?"

Lady Fengyu looked Feng Xiuhu up and down and nodded silently - no wonder this body was so weak.

She then asked, “So where does your faith come from?”

This question did not require much thought, Feng Xiuhu immediately answered: "The bottom city."

Lady Fengyu couldn't help but frown. "How many people are there in a city to provide the faith that gives rise to power?"

She was a little skeptical, so she asked the next question: "What is the name of your god?"

Feng Xiuhu was confused: "What is the name of a god?"

Don’t even know this?
The Goddess of Wind and Rain was even more puzzled, but she patiently explained, "People's faith needs a clear anchor to provide direction. This anchor represents the image of the god they believe in in their hearts, just like Xijun, the Goddess of Wind and Rain, and the God of Mist. Only a name recognized by believers can bring together their faith."

"So what I'm asking is, what do your believers call you?"

Feng Xiuhu suddenly realized that this question was simple.

"Cough cough."

He cleared his throat, adjusted his tie, took off his hat, and spoke with his head held high.

"Formal introductions, Mr. Gray."

(End of this chapter)