Cypress Boat Floating

The commotion caused by Wan Zhibo's worship helped Hu Liusi, who was behind and knew nothing about it. When it was her turn, she read out her fictitious wish to the goddess under the gaze of the observer and threw two copper coins into the merit box. The donation of incense ended like this. Those who wanted to stay and worship could continue to stay; those who wanted to leave could also leave on their own.

After Wan Zhibo and Hu Liusi discussed through secret codes, they decided that one of them would stay behind to continue observing, while the other would go back to change his clothes and then go to the outside of the house to see if there was anything suspicious.

The old man felt a little embarrassed because Wan Zhibo had misunderstood him. Seeing that Wan Zhibo chose to stay, he took the initiative to ask to go back to the courtyard with Wan Zhibo and worship with him.

Seeing him coming over, Wan Zhibo smiled at him and pretended to ask casually, "Uncle, how long have you been here?"

"Just a month." The old man smiled kindly and stretched out a finger.

"Is this goddess really so magical? Even her name has spread to our village." Wan Zhibo asked with a look of doubt on his face.

The old man was a little displeased when he saw this, and he quickly defended the goddess, saying, "The goddess is the most effective! The goddess is someone who can communicate with the heavens. Her eyes can see through our words and deeds, and her ears can listen to our prayers. As long as someone tells her their wishes, she will help pass them on to the heavens. As long as you are sincere enough, the heavens will help you solve your problems.

Do you know the owner of Kezhuang? He was a seriously ill man, but since the goddess came to the world, he came to the temple day and night to worship and beg the goddess to save his life. Within a few days, the owner of Kezhuang recovered miraculously and was able to get out of bed and walk. After he recovered, he specially made a golden statue for the goddess so that people could come to worship her.

Wan Zhibo certainly knew Ke Mu of Ke Village. A few years ago, a thief sneaked into Ke Village and tried to steal treasures, but was caught by Ke Mu on the spot. However, what was unexpected was that the thief actually used a hidden weapon, which was coated with poison. Ke Mu was unfortunately poisoned and injured. Over the years, he has been looking for famous doctors for treatment, and can only rely on drugs to barely maintain his life. It is estimated that one day he can't hold on any longer and may die.

But just over half a month ago, news of Ke Mu's recovery suddenly spread in the martial arts world. At that time, he just glanced at it while preparing to present the information to Lu Zhixing, and did not think too much about it. But he never expected that this matter was actually related to the Shinto house!

Wan Zhibo looked serious and looked around carefully. The guards in the courtyard did not leave, as if they would stay at their posts as long as someone stayed there.

"So, uncle, what is your wish?" Wan Zhibo turned his gaze back to the kind-faced and amiable old man in front of him.

"Me?" The old man sighed, "My child is a disappointment to me. He does nothing all day long and is idle. He ran away from home a few days ago and I don't know where he went. As a result, he suddenly fell ill. Even the doctors in the city are helpless with this disease. They say it is incurable and he can only wait to die at home. That's why I thought of coming to the goddess to ask for help, and beg the goddess to save my poor child." The old man's tone was full of sadness and helplessness.

"What if the goddess can't show her power? Are you just going to watch your child die?" Wan Zhibo lowered his voice and asked carefully. He didn't want to attract the attention of the guards, but he couldn't bear to see this old man so stubborn. Instead of pinning all his hopes on this illusory goddess, he might as well take the child out to find other doctors. After all, if the doctors in the capital can't cure the child, there might be skilled doctors in other places who can.

"How could the goddess not show up!" The old man's eyes suddenly widened, glaring at Wan Zhibo, his tone becoming extremely fierce: "I have personally seen the goddess show up, don't talk nonsense here. Tell me, where did you come from? You don't trust the goddess at all, why are you here!"

The old man became more and more excited as he spoke, and finally he stood up and pointed his finger at Wan Zhibo's nose with a trembling face, with a questioning look on his face. Wan Zhibo had never expected the old man to do this, and was a little confused for a moment. He could only stare at him blankly, and when he came to his senses and wanted to stop him, it was too late. The guards in the courtyard heard the noise and quickly came over, and surrounded Wan Zhibo and the old man in the blink of an eye.

"What happened?" one of the guards asked loudly.

Seeing this, the old man felt like he had found a savior. He immediately pointed at Wan Zhibo and complained to the guards: "He actually doesn't believe in the goddess! He is definitely not a supporter of the goddess!"

Wan Zhibo was really in a state of confusion at this moment - he had no words to express his pain and was full of helplessness. However, at this critical moment, he suddenly remembered the role he was playing, so his face darkened and quickly turned into an angry expression. He shouted to the guards: "Look at this old man, he is so tactless! I just asked a few questions casually and didn't say anything excessive. Besides, I also heard from others that there is a particularly effective goddess here, but I haven't even seen what the goddess looks like or whether she really appeared. Isn't it okay to doubt it?"

The leading guard recognized Wan Zhibo and this old man as the two people who had just caused the farce with the merit box. He knew what was going on, but his face remained calm. He signaled the other guards to disperse and not gather here to attract excessive attention from others. The other leading guard smiled at Wan Zhibo and said, "It's a good thing that you want to come to worship the goddess! It's your first time here, so it's natural that you don't know much about the goddess. And this old man worships the goddess to the extreme and won't tolerate others being disrespectful to her. This is also understandable. The goddess has always advocated harmony. Since everyone is here to worship the goddess, then everyone should follow the goddess's will. Don't you agree?"

When Wan Zhibo heard this, he immediately felt that it made a lot of sense, and his voice became louder: "This big brother is absolutely right! Although I am a country boy, I heard from the villagers that the goddess here is particularly effective, so I ran all the way here to take a look. I don't understand anything, isn't this normal? What does this uncle mean by being so aggressive? Does he look down on us country people?" He became more and more excited as he spoke, and his voice became louder and louder, attracting the attention of the pilgrims around him.

The old man was also very angry with Wan Zhibo. Wan Zhibo's voice was loud, and his voice was even louder: "You, young man, can't talk nonsense! When did I look down on you? I taught you how to worship with good intentions, but you turned around and framed me like this. You are simply... heartless!"

"Alright, alright, stop arguing!" The leading guard had a headache. Seeing the two people arguing endlessly, his face became increasingly gloomy, and his tone towards them became a little harsher.

"I didn't mean to argue with you in the first place." Wan Zhibo seemed to be frightened by the guards. He muttered softly and took a few steps back involuntarily.

"I didn't mean to make a noise." Seeing this, the old man silently took a step back under the sharp gaze of the guards.

The two finally stopped fighting, and the guards saw that they were at peace, so they turned around and left, returning to their posts. As soon as the guards left, Wan Zhibo walked towards another group of people angrily, obviously not intending to stand with this old man anymore.

There were also many people here, and everyone was concentrating on worshipping. They bowed their heads and knelt on the ground devoutly, as if they were completely unaware of the hot weather. Despite the scorching heat, they seemed to feel no heat at all. Their backs were soaked with sweat, but they were still reluctant to leave this place. Under the scorching sun, they would rather kneel on the scorching ground and endure the rolling heat waves from the earth. Just standing here, one could feel the scorching heat gushing out of the earth, but they seemed to be unaware of it when they knelt on the ground to pray.