Transmigrating to another world, starting as a mountain god

Turning into a wisp of green smoke, Li Yuan darted down the mountain in a flash.

The small village at the foot of Anshan Mountain is very poor, with only about ten households in total.

They struggled to survive in this arid and barren land, relying on the meager rainfall from heaven.

Li Yuan stood at the village entrance, his illusory body completely transparent.

His merits and offerings were almost nonexistent, and ordinary people could not even see them.

"I remember there was a mountain god temple at the foot of the mountain?"

Li Yuan looked at the villagers who were listlessly doing odd jobs in the village, then turned around and floated back to the foot of the mountain.

He needed to first establish the concept of the mountain god's existence among ordinary people before he could proceed with his next plan.

Upon arriving at the mountain god temple, Li Yuan fell silent once again.

This so-called mountain god temple is just a dilapidated mud house built at the foot of the mountain.

The house was old and dilapidated, covered with cobwebs, clearly indicating that no one had come here to worship the mountain god for a long time.

That's right. The mountain god has never been able to ensure good weather and abundant harvests in this area. The mortals here have suffered greatly and have long since lost their faith.

Li Yuan drifted into the dilapidated temple, politely asked the spider and reptile family to leave, and asked them to 'destroy their home'.

The insect family was naturally unwilling, but unfortunately, a higher-ranking official could crush a 'person,' and under Li Yuan's tyrannical power, they had no choice but to submit.

Inside the dilapidated temple is a clay sculpture of a mountain god, ten feet tall, whose features are obscured and whose clothes are not painted on.

Clearly, the mortals here no longer believe in the existence of gods.

After expending some spiritual energy to clean up the dust, Li Yuan looked at the indistinct clay statue of the mountain god in the dilapidated temple and sighed inwardly.

With a mere thought, he possessed the clay statue.

What followed was a long and tedious wait.

For more than ten days in a row, not a single person came to this dilapidated mountain god temple.

Even woodcutters who came up the mountain to chop firewood never stopped here for a moment.

Li Yuan had no choice but to wait silently.

While waiting, he condensed water vapor every day, day after day, until he finally produced half a bowl of water.

Fearing that the half-bowl of water would evaporate into thin air, Li Yuan even stuffed the bowl into his body and nourished it with his spiritual energy.

Fortunately, after another half month, a figure finally passed by the dilapidated mountain god temple and stopped.

They were a few playful little kids.

He was dressed in old, poorly made linen clothes, his lips were cracked, and his face was sallow.

At the age of seven or eight, he loved running all over the mountains.

Li Yuan, who was feeling drowsy, suddenly perked up: "We've got a job!"

He quickly used the spiritual energy he had absorbed that day to add a touch of dampness to the mountain god temple.

The little ones are born in extremely dry and barren areas, and with their pure hearts, they are especially sensitive to even a trace of dampness.

"Brother Tiger, there seems to be water over there."

A little girl, about five years old, tugged at her brother's sleeve.

Tiger Cub wiped his nose: "Little Sister, don't talk nonsense. The mountains are full of dry rocks, where would water come from!"

The little girl, nicknamed Niu Mei, immediately exclaimed, "Brother Hu, I'm not lying!"

Seeing that Niu Mei's eyes were about to redden and she was about to cry, Hu Wa quickly called out:

"Sister, don't cry! If you cry too much, your tears will need water. Our mother only has a sip of water left, and she still needs to eat dry biscuits tonight!"

Niu Mei was obedient and held back her tears: "But Brother Hu, I didn't lie!"

“There’s the smell of water there!” she pointed to the dilapidated mountain god temple.

Tiger Cub had no choice but to lead his friends into the mountain god temple.

"Little sister, I'll go see her. As long as you don't cry, I'll do whatever you want!"

Several dirty children walked into the mountain god temple.

Upon entering the temple, a child scratched his head and said, "I remember there used to be a lot of spider webs here..."

Niu Mei's eyes darted left and right, looking around.

Tiger Cub scurried into a corner as soon as he came in, and only came out after a long while, looking dejected.

"I left a big bowl here to cover rats, and someone took it away!"

Li Yuan, who was hiding in the clay sculpture of the mountain god, felt ashamed.

Niu Mei had never been here before, and seemed very interested in the mountain god temple, pointing at the clay sculpture of the mountain god: "Brother Hu, who is this!"

Li Yuan immediately straightened his back in the clay sculpture.

I am the Mountain God, the master of this land!

Tiger Cub glanced at it, completely unconcerned: "Just a big mud figure from some remote mountain village."

Li Yuan immediately deflated, glancing sideways at Huwa from within the clay sculpture, wanting to say:

You brat, you shattered my Dao heart with just one sentence!

Niu Mei protested, "Our mother told us about this, what kind of deity it is..."

A bored child chimed in, "Mountain God, the clay figures in the temple are the Mountain God."

Tiger Cub, the oldest among the children, immediately sneered: "What mountain god? If there really were a mountain god, would the heavens not send down a single drop of rain?"

"I've heard that beyond the desert, there are trees and water everywhere!"

"Here, it's all sand, rocks, and withered, dry trees!"

"Mountain gods and the like are utterly useless!"

Li Yuan felt as if his face was on fire. He recalled the years he had spent 'sitting in a daze and daydreaming' and felt extremely guilty.

Friend, are you going to kill me?

Li Yuan really wanted to say that.

Hidden within the clay sculpture, he wore a bitter smile, hating his own act of giving up.

He was leisurely idling away, while the ordinary people down the mountain were suffering!

Seeing that one of the children looked like he was about to argue with him, Huwa quickly said, "It's not that I disrespect the gods, but our great-grandfathers never even saw him!"

"If the mountain god really exists, then let me drink clear water, the kind without sand!"

Li Mo was still feeling guilty and blaming himself when suddenly his body trembled.

Goodness, the keyword has been triggered!

He quickly and quietly transferred the half-bowl of water, which he had treasured for a long time, to the stone platform in front of the clay sculpture of the mountain god.

The bowl was deep, and half a bowl of water was enough for several children to take turns drinking a big gulp.

Perhaps enough to cook a meal of white rice.

The children were still arguing about whether gods existed when suddenly Niu Mei seemed to sense something and looked towards the stone platform.

"Brother Tiger, the mountain god has brought water."

Niu Mei opened her big eyes, and her innocent face had a pure smile.

The children turned around and were immediately stunned.

They had never seen such a clear bowl of water, free of any sand or dust, in their entire lives.

"water!"

Someone shouted, and the children started jumping around excitedly.

"Mountain God! The Mountain God has appeared!"

Children's hearts are the purest, and they are also the most easily excited by anything.

The children gathered around the large bowl as if they had seen a priceless treasure.

They all stared wide-eyed, stretched out their dirty hands, then withdrew them, afraid of soiling the clean water.

The half-bowl of water was crystal clear, and a sliver of sunlight shone through from outside the temple, illuminating the bottom of the bowl.

One of the kids shouted, "Brother Tiger, I've never seen such clean water in my life!"

"Do we also have a mountain god to protect us?" A child, who was about half a year old, asked, his eyes reddening.

Tiger Cub was shocked. He looked at the clay sculpture of the mountain god, then at the half-full bowl of water in front of him, and no one knew what he was thinking.

Looking at their chapped lips, Li Yuan hoped that the children would quickly drink the half bowl of water and then take the message back to the village.

However, Huwa did something that shocked him.

Tiger Cub, who had never believed in gods, knelt down, his knees heavy.

"Mountain God!"

"I, Zhang Xiaohu, want to take this bowl of clean water back to my mother in the village!"

"Please, Mountain God, have mercy and don't take the water back! Little Tiger kowtows to you!"

Tiger Cub's eyes shone as he solemnly kowtowed three times.

The other kids swallowed hard; they really wanted to drink some of that clean water!

Without sand or mud, it must be very sweet, right?

However, thinking of the elders in the village, they all showed resolute eyes.

The children all knelt down.

"Mountain God, please let us take this half bowl of clean water with us!"

We kowtow to you!

Several little children, their faces serious, kowtowed deeply to the clay sculpture of the mountain god.

He kowtowed very heavily, as if afraid the mountain god wouldn't hear him.

Li Yuan's nose stung, his heart stopped for a moment, and he was overwhelmed with mixed feelings.

My children, you didn't just fall to the ground, you fell into my heart!

Li Yuan exerted all his strength to condense an extremely faint amount of spiritual energy.

The spiritual energy transformed into a wisp of white smoke, lingering around the large bowl for a long time.

This ensures that the water won't be dried up by the scorching sun on their way back.

The children stared at the barely perceptible wisp of white smoke, their hearts pounding as if struck by a drum.

"The Mountain God has appeared again!"

"Let's hurry back and give this bowl of clean water to our parents!"

The children were full of energy, but at this moment they held the half-bowl of water with the reverence and care of pilgrims.

They moved slowly, as if they were holding a miracle in their hands, not water.

At the village entrance, several children returned together carrying a bowl of water.

"Grandpa, Father, Mother! Uncle, Aunt!"

"The Mountain God has appeared!"

"The mountain god descended to earth and conjured water for us!"