I heard you had a white moonlight who died young.

It looks like it will rain heavily tonight, and there might even be thunder and lightning.

Although the lightning hurt a lot, he could endure it as long as it fulfilled his wish.

But things didn't go as planned. Fan Zhiyi saw a group of people aggressively climbing the mountain. They tried every means to leave inexplicable axe wounds on his body, uprooted him, and carried him down the mountain.

It hurt, it hurt so much, but what was to come was even more painful. They used saws and all sorts of tools to grind him down, cutting his body into several pieces. In the end, Fan Zhiyi became a statue enshrined in a stone cave.

He could no longer transform into human form; his body was reduced to a small part, which had been turned into strange objects.

Fan Zhiyi felt uncomfortable, but these people would offer him delicious food and burn incense and worship him. Fan Zhiyi's emotions came and went quickly. He was curious about what these villagers were doing, and the villagers seemed to be obeying a man in black, treating him with exceptional politeness and respect, and serving Fan Zhiyi with three sticks of incense every day as instructed by him.

As Fan Zhiyi inhaled the incense, he felt a power slowly welling up within him. He gazed at the villagers kneeling before him, their expressions so devout, their eyes filled with tears. Looking at Fan Zhiyi, they seemed to have grasped their last hope. Every moment, they prayed: "God of Fusang, God of Fusang, please help us, please help us! Let this torrential rain stop, please don't flood our village anymore!"

The rain continued for several days.

Fan Zhiyi saw two old people arguing in front of him, a man and a woman. The woman argued that worshipping the statue was useless, and that instead of believing in it, the whole village should move away as soon as possible; the man disagreed, trembling with anger. Afterwards, the woman left, and the man burned three incense sticks for Fan Zhiyi, knelt before him, and begged him.

Fan Zhiyi had heard them nagging about this too many times. He found it annoying and thought that if he could help them, he wouldn't be a useless wooden statue. He decided it would be better to listen to that lady and move out as soon as possible.

But he might actually be able to help them. How could he do that?

Three days later, the rain stopped, and the village cheered. Fan Zhiyi was also happy about it.

By this time, the village had split into two factions. One faction believed that the rain stopping was due to the power of the Fusang God, while the other faction thought it was just a coincidence. But in any case, Fan Zhiyi received more offerings, and more and more villagers came to pray to him.

"Fusang God, this is the newly harvested rice. It's all because of you that the rain stopped and the crops weren't ruined."

"Fusang God, this is a freshly slaughtered pig. The village has decided to provide it for you."

Fan Zhiyi was equally pleased to see the villagers' smiling faces, and even forgot much of his resentment towards them for disrupting his cultivation. Having absorbed so much incense offerings recently, he felt his cultivation was recovering at a faster pace than before, and his desire to possess a human body seemed to have a chance of being fulfilled again.

But two or three days later, the one who had been leading the group, whom the villagers called the village chief, started to make a wish to himself with a worried look on his face again: "Fusang God, Fusang God, please, please stop the ghosts from attacking our village. This time the ghosts are more serious than before. Several families have already died. The immortals don't care about our poor and remote village. Please, Fusang God."

Afterwards, when they knelt in worship, the village chief and that group of villagers all said the same thing.

"Let's help them," Fan Zhiyi thought.

As a result, the ghostly disturbances in the village disappeared, and for nearly three months no ghosts or monsters entered the village. The villagers no longer had to guard their doors at night, afraid to fall asleep, and they no longer had to worry about being captured by evil spirits if they entered the forest during the day.

"This is all thanks to the power of the Fusang God. The Fusang God protects our village," the villagers said.

More and more villagers are coming to believe in the Fusang God, but Fan Zhiyi still doesn't see the old woman who argued with the village chief that day. Perhaps he hasn't tried hard enough to gain the faith of all the villagers.

Give me more incense and more faith, so that I can better fulfill your wishes.

Fan Zhiyi, no, Fusang God thought.

The village chief knelt and worshipped it again. Among the villagers, the village chief was the most diligent, serving the Fusang god without rest. With the wishes of the village chief and the villagers, the small village got better day by day. The villagers no longer went hungry or lived in fear, and it became a happy and peaceful little village.

Just then, the man in black returned. He spoke to the village chief outside the cave, saying, "The Fusang God has not yet fully protected the village. We have imprisoned the Fusang God's body, but the Fusang God's spirit still yearns for the outside world. You must pray that the Fusang God will stay and protect only your village. Communicate more with the Fusang God, after all, the Fusang God is very powerful, isn't he?"

"Yes Yes Yes."

So the villagers prayed to the Fusang God: "Fusang God, Fusang God, never leave us, never leave your faithful followers! If you leave us, who will take care of your statues, who will offer you treasures, and who will worship you as a deity!"

The gods... Fusang God has become accustomed to the villagers worshipping him as a god. If he leaves the village, can he no longer be a god?

The Fusang God looked at the kneeling woman, who was holding a wailing baby in her arms. She looked at the Fusang God and said, "Fusang God, thank you so much! If it weren't for you, how could I have given birth to this child so easily! Look how beautiful this child is! Look how well-behaved this child is! Can you abandon him and go elsewhere? Can you bear to abandon your new believer?"

So, at the villagers' request, the Fusang god decided to stay in the village forever. It loved the village that was getting better and better, loved watching the children grow up, and loved seeing more and more people come to kneel and worship it.

But one rainy night, a drunken man burst into the cave, his face filled with fear. He then knelt down before the Fusang God with a thud: "Fusang God, Fusang God, I killed someone! I killed someone! It was his fault! Who told him to keep pressing for the debt and always flirting with my wife! It was all his fault, all his fault! Please, Fusang God, help me! Please, Fusang God, make that corpse disappear! I have elderly parents to support, I can't be arrested!"

The next day, the man came with a grin, carrying a roast chicken and a jar of wine. He knelt before the Fusang God and said, "Fusang God, I really don't know how to thank you. The body is really gone. No one will know that I killed him!"

The man looked up and could only see the expression on the face of the Japanese god above, a half-smile.