In ancient times, he became a god in the mountains.

As soon as Gousheng's mother arrived at the village entrance, she saw Master Zhou San squatting under a pear tree.

She asked in surprise: "Third Grandpa, the sun is so strong, why are you squatting outside?"

The drought and heat are tormenting people like a vicious stepmother. In such circumstances, it is most comfortable to stay at home.

Hearing a familiar voice in his ears, Master Zhou squinted his eyes and looked over. He saw that the woman in the coarse cloth skirt in front of him was Zhou Dayu's younger sister, Zhou Yueniang, who married to Taohua Village.

"Yue Niang?"

His voice was dry from thirst.

"Third Grandpa, I came to see my mother and two nephews. I wonder how they are doing now." Gousheng's mother was sweating profusely after rushing all the way here. She wiped the sweat off her face with her sleeve while talking to Third Grandpa.

Master Zhou San hurriedly urged: "Yue Niang, you came just in time, go home and comfort your mother, Er Zhuzi has fainted, your mother is very worried right now!"

"Alas, I knew I couldn't keep the child. He died of thirst. God is blind. There has been a drought for three years. How can people survive?" As he spoke, Mr. Zhou San's eyes turned red.

Gou Sheng Niang was anxious when she heard this: "What? Something happened to Er Zhu Zi, I'll go home and check it out!"

She hurried to her parents' home.

The bag behind her was bulging. Master Zhou San felt that his eyes were blurry. He seemed to see that Zhou Yueniang's bag was wet.

"Mother!"

Gousheng's mother came into the house crying.

Old Mrs. Zhou was crying anxiously for her grandson, and was stunned when she heard the familiar voice.

Is this Yue Niang's voice? Is her daughter coming home?

She went out and saw that it was true.

"Hey, Moon Lady!"

"Mother!"

The mother and daughter hugged each other and cried bitterly.

It's been three years. They haven't seen each other for three years.

Times are tough, with natural and man-made disasters.

The men in the family were conscripted and the weak children needed care, so Gousheng's mother had not returned to her parents' home once in the past three years.

It’s not that she doesn’t care about her mother, but her young son and daughter need someone to take care of them.

The two hugged each other and cried for the suffering they had encountered.

It took a long time before they separated.

Gou Sheng's mother hurriedly asked, "Mom, I met Third Grandpa at the entrance of the village. He said something happened to our Erzhuzi. How is he now?"

Old Mrs. Zhou sobbed and glared with her walnut-sized eyes, saying, "How can I explain to your eldest brother? There is no water in the river. Erzhuzi fainted from thirst and is only breathing his last breath. God won't let us live!"

Gou Sheng's mother pushed her mother into the house and said, "Mom, come in first."

Go home and close the door.

She opened the bag she was carrying.

There are three earthen jars inside.

She quickly lifted the lid of a clay pot and said as if offering a treasure: "Mom, this is water! Hurry and give Erzhuzi a sip."

Old Mrs. Zhou was shocked.

"Where did you get the water? Could it be that the water in Taohua Village hasn't dried up?"

"Mother, this is the water bestowed by the Golden Saint Goddess of Qihuang Mountain."

Goushengniang told her mother everything about the shocking events that had recently happened in their Taohua Village, from beginning to end.

Old Mrs. Zhou was stunned when she heard this.

She touched Gou Shengniang's forehead and said, "My daughter, is there anything wrong with your brain? There are no gods in this world."

Gou Sheng's mother argued: "Mom! How could I lie to you about this? Otherwise, if all the rivers under Qihuang Mountain dried up, where would I get water?"

"That's true."

Is it possible that there really are gods in this world?

Old Mrs. Zhou has lived at the foot of Qihuang Mountain all her life, and she has never heard that there are immortals in Qihuang Mountain.

How do I explain the water my daughter brought?

Gousheng's mother pushed my mother and said, "Don't worry about anything else for now, just try to feed Erzhuzi some saliva."

"Good good."

Old Mrs. Zhou poured a bowl of water and fed it to her little grandson who was lying on the bed in the inner room, like a treasure.

Zhou Erzhu is five years old. He is skinny, with sunken cheeks and dark eye sockets.

His lips were chapped and his face was pale.

Grandma Zhou fed the water to her grandson. She didn't know if it was an illusion, but she felt that his body was not so hot anymore.

"Mom, where is Dazhu?" Gousheng's mother didn't see her eldest brother's eldest son.

"He went out to look for hay, and there's no food for today yet," replied Old Mrs. Zhou.

Gou Sheng's mother took out two handfuls of green wild vegetables: "I took some wild vegetables. You and Dazhu and Erzhu don't have to eat hay today."

"Let me tell you, this wild vegetable is not an ordinary wild vegetable. It is also a gift from the Golden Saint Goddess."

"Mom, our village chief Youhe said that we should ask Lihua Village and other villages to go to Qihuang Mountain to worship. We should all believe in the Golden Saint Goddess, so that we don't have to worry about having no water to drink in the future."

Old Mrs. Zhou was so shocked by the fresh wild vegetables her daughter brought out that her tongue was tied.

"This...is this a wild vegetable?" She had been looking at dead grass and rotten branches for three years, and today she actually saw a hint of green. It felt like a dream.

There are gods!

There really are gods!

An unprecedented hope suddenly arose in her barren heart.

"My goodness, the land is cracked in this drought and there is not a drop of water. How can wild vegetables grow?" Old Mrs. Zhou was in a daze.

"My daughter, are gods so powerful? They can even make wild vegetables grow in dry land!"

"The Golden Saint Goddess has great magical powers. With a wave of her hand, it will rain for three days!" Gou Shengniang's face was full of reverence and faith: "Not to mention wild vegetables, she said that after she solves the drought problem, we can also grow crops."

"Solve the drought problem? Does the Golden Saint Goddess have such ability?" Old Mrs. Zhou was surprised.

Gou Sheng Niang said solemnly: "Golden Saint Niangniang was originally a mountain spirit. Although she has just awakened, she is a deity with great power!"

"Cough cough!"

Suddenly, Zhou Erzhui on the bed woke up.

He opened his eyes.

Old Mrs. Zhou quickly leaned over to her grandson and asked him about his health: "Erzhuzi, how are you?"

Erzhuzi said: "Grandma, I feel much better."

He's not that hot anymore.

"Okay, okay!" Old Mrs. Zhou's eyes were filled with tears.

She knelt down with a thud: "Thank you, Lady Jin Sheng, for saving my grandson's life. From now on, my life will be yours."

She kowtowed in the direction of Qihuang Mountain.

Er Zhuzi was startled. He saw his grandmother talking in a weird voice and felt nervous: "Grandma, what are you doing?"

She stood up and said to her grandson with a warm face: "Erzhuzi, your aunt is here. She brought water and said that there are immortals on Mount Qihuang. We are saved."

Old Mrs. Zhou's voice was choked with sobs.

"God?" Erzhuzi was confused.

Gou Sheng's mother looked at her nephew's confused expression and explained, "Er Zhuzi, the mountain spirit of our Jinsheng Mountain Range has awakened. She now lives on Qihuang Mountain. I came here this time to first bring you some water to drink and second to tell you this good news. After you pay homage to Jinsheng Niangniang, Niangniang will bless you."

"See? This is the water and wild vegetables given by the Empress." Gousheng's mother said, pointing to a pile of vegetables on the table.

On the table, there were three clay jars of water and a pile of green wild vegetables.

Erzhuzi's lips were trembling. Was he dreaming?

Water! It's water!

Old Mrs. Zhou was thankful: "If your aunt hadn't arrived in time, you would have been in great danger."

"You must remember the kindness of your aunt, and even more so the kindness of the Golden Saint Lady."

Old Mrs. Zhou only knew about the existence of Golden Saint Goddess from her daughter, but she believed it without a doubt.

My lady, saved her precious grandson!