Metaphysics Live Room: The host is the contract husband

They walked over one by one, knelt down, put their hands together and made a wish. When they opened their eyes again, there was a small wooden sculpture in front of them. The woman's face was filled with surprise.

"Look, this is amazing! This temple is really different from other places. It can even make things appear out of thin air. I'll worship it when I get home."

Su Chen looked at the wood carving in her hand, a hint of coldness flashed across his eyes.

Soon it was their turn. Li Fumei looked at the clay sculptures in the temple and felt a little uncomfortable for some reason. She covered her chest and said uncomfortably, "Master, is it okay if I don't want to kneel?"

"Well, if you don't want to kneel, then don't kneel. Let's go sit over there and rest for a while."

"Okay master."

The two of them turned around and left. Seeing this, the people in the queue complained, "What are you two young people doing? Why don't you kneel down when you come to see the Lord of Clay? This is blasphemy."

Su Chen looked at the old woman who was speaking and said calmly, "Take a rest if you are tired. It won't be too late to worship later."

The old woman insisted, "How can this be? When it's your turn, you should make a wish sincerely, so that the clay god will bless you and make your wish come true."

"Grandma, I want to become a billionaire. What if Lord Mud God can't do it?"

"...What? You are such a young girl, how can you speak like that? Making money is the job of the God of Wealth. What's the point of asking the Lord of Clay for help?"

Li Fumei said, "Then I don't have anything to wish for. You guys go first. I need to think about what I want."

The old woman stared blankly, cursing, but suddenly she couldn't speak anymore. She covered her throat and screamed. Everyone looked at her in confusion, wondering what was going on.

"Well, grandma, maybe you used bad words and upset the Clay God. You should apologize sincerely later. It would be pitiful if you can't speak for a long time."

"Mmm, Mmm~~~"

Several groups of people came and went in front of the temple. Su Chen watched them taking the wood carvings back. He took a picture with his mobile phone and sent it to Sun Chengan, asking him to bring people to stop them at the foot of the mountain.

There's something wrong with this clay sculpture. Let's deal with it while we're here.

The lady I met before three o'clock in the afternoon stumbled over, knelt on the ground with her hands clasped together and made a wish. I waited for a long time but the wooden sculpture did not appear.

Her face looked a little broken: "What's going on, sister-in-law?"

Mrs. Qian shrugged, looking nonchalant. "How would I know? Perhaps you're not sincere enough, or perhaps your son can't wake up, so the clay god is unwilling to make a promise."

As soon as these words were spoken, Qian Guiying broke down emotionally, covering her face and crying. She didn't cry even though her knees were bleeding, but she couldn't control herself when she knew her son might never wake up again.

The people in the queue looked at her crying and felt some sympathy at first, but gradually lost their patience and urged her: "If you don't want to worship, please move aside. We are in a hurry to get down the mountain."

Mrs. Qian had a look of disgust on her face: "Yes, since the Mud God doesn't pay attention to you, then you should get out of the way and let others come. It's not good to waste time like this."

Qian Guiying seemed to have lost her soul. She staggered to her feet, but she lost her balance and almost fell to the ground. The laughter from others was very harsh.

She felt a force on her arm. Qian Guiying turned her head and looked over. When she met the clear eyes of the little girl, her heart ached and she couldn't control her tears.

He choked out a sob and said, "Thank you, little girl."

Li Fumei said softly, "It's okay, Auntie. I'll help you sit over there and rest for a while. If you can talk about what's bothering you, you won't feel so bad."

Qian Guiying smiled bitterly, her face becoming more haggard, and her pants at the knees were soaked in blood, which looked somewhat shocking.

"Okay, thank you, little girl."

"It's okay. It's my duty to do more good deeds when I'm out."

The three of them sat on the rocks. Li Fumei opened her bag and took out gauze, disinfectant, powder, etc. She squatted down and said softly, "Auntie, your knee is injured and needs to be treated."

Qian Guiying was a little embarrassed: "Little girl, how can I trouble you with this? I can do it myself."