I've been washing my hands for many years

I have seen many stories during my travels with the medicine man.

There are Qiao Ji who turned into a ghost for her lover, and Xue Nu who finally killed her lover and left alone, but you can probably find these stories by checking historical books, so I won’t talk about them.

But there are also two of these stories that impress me, and today I will tell you the first one.

Have you ever seen a god turn into a ghost?I have seen it.

We stayed at a place called Katori.

The medicine seller often has a premonition that something is about to happen, and then he will wait in that place until the form, truth, and principle are ready to kill the evil ghosts, or the ghosts devour human beings.

When I stopped at this place, I asked him, is something going to happen?Here's what he answered me—

"It's raining these days, so it's not advisable to travel far."

I really believed him then!Because it started to rain the next day.

This village is different from the villages we have encountered before, maybe because the villagers here are too poor, or maybe because the people here are too indifferent.

I understand this. After all, I can’t even survive myself. How can I help foreigners who don’t know where they come from.From this point of view, the saying that troublesome people come out of poor mountains and rivers is really a summary of experienced people.

Anyway, as foreigners, the drug seller and I couldn't find a villager who could provide us with a place to live.

Finally, the local gods received us.

Although it is a reception, this god is a little too downcast.My own shrine is dilapidated, and it seems that no one has come to worship for a long time. The only thing that His Highness can provide us is a residence that will not leak.

I'm a thankful person for the most part, and it looks like the god needs help.Whether seen from his blind eye, or from the desolate temple.

Although I'm already a dead person in He Mao's house, how can it be possible that I don't even have any strength when I leave enough room for myself in everything.

But I didn't take the initiative to speak, the pride of the God of Tianjin does not allow human beings to sympathize with him.

It's raining tonight.

"Son of man, why do you say gods are born?" the one-eyed god asked me.

Although I don't know why the gods have such a question, I still answered him according to the records in the classics: "The gods are born because of belief, and they die because of...faith."

Soon the village will be submerged by the rising flood, and the desolate gods here will have no faith at all.Although it is impossible to die as a God of Tianjin, it is necessary to be in a coma for hundreds of years.

"Since I am a god, if I can't satisfy the wishes of believers, there is no need to exist." The god looked at the village under the shrine with melancholy eyes.

Those villagers are no longer believers of the gods, so they are not eligible to be saved.I should have told him so, but I didn't say anything.

In the following days, I would occasionally get up in the middle of the night to talk to the gods, but most of the time I still studied with the drug seller.

The pharmacist knows a lot of things, besides medical skills and swordsmanship beyond common knowledge, there are also many insights that can only be gained through experience, and he taught me all of these.

I'm an energy conservationist, and I usually don't get up early to practice swordsmanship. Why do I do such hard work?Anyway, for the same thing, I can rely on spells to replace it, and even I define myself as a weak mage.

But the pharmacist always has a way to get me up to train. In addition to interfering with my dreams, he will also let me eat some medicines that hinder sleep.

I can't play him well, so I have to practice his sword score day after day.

Until the night when I practiced half of the sword manual, something happened suddenly.

The rain was several times heavier than the previous few days, the river mouth had already burst its embankment, and the flood rushed into the village without any hindrance.

But we shouldn't worry, because the shrine is on the top of the mountain, and the road to the shrine is blocked, and the villagers can't even go up the mountain.

Of course, don’t get me wrong, it’s not me or the drug dealer who blocked the road. Which one of us likes to do such boring things?

We just didn't find a place to live at the bottom of the mountain, and when we were going to cross the mountain, we were invited by the god, and he took us directly to the shrine.

"How many people do you think will be left in the village below?" I asked the medicine seller, but unfortunately he just smiled and didn't speak.

In fact, I know what he means. How many people can live under the mountain depends on whether they are willing to give up their belongings at home.

Because life is so difficult, even a little bit of gold and silver must be held in his hands and not let go.They had a chance to escape a few days ago, but they couldn't give up the house and land.

"Wait a few more days and see."

"Maybe in a few days."

"I finally built a house, should I abandon it and become a refugee?"

In this way, I don't need to think about it to know it very clearly.

There is no way for these villagers to survive unless the gods help them.

But how could the gods help them?Some past events can be known clearly by spending some money.

In order to obtain the blessing of the gods, the villagers offered a beautiful girl. The gods did not accept this sacrifice, and they did not intend to give blessings to the villagers who wanted to take risks to obtain property.

The ridiculous thing is that gods can tell right from wrong, but human beings who set the standard of right and wrong cannot.After several villagers who robbed the nobles were killed, the villagers agreed that it was the sin of the gods.

The god who is considered to be an evil god has since been blocked from the shrine, and his name is gradually unknown.So why does such a god save such villagers.

"I will save them," said the god to me.

Ah, it seems that something unexpected happened.But--

"Your Highness saves people, why do you tell ordinary people like me?" If you want to be a god who saves people, why do you care about ordinary people's thoughts.

The god looked me straight in the eyes for the first time: "I thought you were going to want me to do this."

Have I prayed?I'm not even your believer, even if I say you have no proof.

Seeing that I didn't speak, the god who was so gentle to death didn't ask any more questions. When the next thunder came, he turned into a silver dragon and soared into the sky.

Have you ever seen a miracle?Reversing the world with the power of the gods is nothing more than this.

The mouth of the river that broke its embankment was rebuilt, and the flood that submerged the village rose up into the air against the current, and was sent to the sea by the gods.

It's just that after everything was over, the villagers who survived the catastrophe collected the remaining property.There is no joy of the rest of the life after the catastrophe, but because of fear, he is more determined to leave his hometown.

"That was the former mountain god, right?"

"We did that to him, and now he's coming back and he's going to kill us all."

"Or, we'd better leave. Anyway, the flood has destroyed this place."

"Have you heard that? This is the voice of your disciples." I said to the struggling god.

His godhead has been shattered. He was originally the god of nature, Tianjin God, and now even his body is somewhat transparent.

The god didn't speak, I think he should think so, it's going to dissipate anyway, why should he be run on by me.

What should I say?Let me be soft-hearted, or I want to do a business that will definitely be a loss for me in the short term.

When I was still in Heian-kyo, I knew another god. Unlike the current god who was betrayed by humans, he was betrayed by fellow gods.

I made a deal with him in exchange for a power. Although my human body is easy to be corroded because of my evil nature, I don’t like to suffer. Although I can’t use this power, if I give it to any monster , can make this monster have the strength of a big monster.

Now I want to use this power on the gods.

Let me tell you first, because there is no precedent, so I don't guarantee whether this power will cause the god to dissipate on the spot after being used.

But anyway, I gave my things to others unconditionally, no matter how I think about it, I am at a loss.

Most importantly, this god rejected me!

I am not afraid of losing money anymore, yet He still rejects me!

In order to maintain the final pride, even though his body gradually became transparent, he still stood upright and would not let himself fall down.

"I'm grateful for the sacrifice you're willing to make for me, but it's good that my life ends here."

Perhaps a hundred years later, someone discovers this shrine and finds out a trace of the truth from the ruins. He can still become a legend.

Let me think about it, the gods love everyone and sacrifice themselves to keep one side peaceful.What a great story isn't it?

But I don't like this story!I didn't stay here for so long to witness a legendary story!I even put up with the medicine seller giving me lessons every day!

You're leaving me with nothing now and I'm asking, is it possible?

It was impossible, so I rejected the god's refusal and stuffed the lotus seeds, which symbolized power, into His mouth.

The power of the evil god took effect instantly, and a thick red-purple fog filled the whole body of the god.At the beginning, the gods were still using their dying power to resist one or two.Then I grabbed His hand.

He gave up resistance.

"Isn't that good? Give it a try and you might still have a chance of surviving."

"So be it."

When the power of the evil god is fully exerted, the pure white god is dyed gray.

He died, and he lived again.

When divinity disappears, what is this that remains?

"It's a monster." I told him.

I thought he would be angry, because I didn't even give him the dignity to die.But turned into a monster, he showed a smile like a god: "Since this is the case, there is no way, I don't blame you."

No, this can actually be my fault.Although I don't know the result, but large and small experiments also let me guess some.

Of course, if he can think about it and not make unnecessary resistance, that would be great.

I took out a charm from my cuff and stuck it on his forehead. He didn't resist, like a parent watching a child play.

I didn't like this attitude, so I announced to him: "You are now Yimulian, the shikigami of my contract, and everything about you belongs to me."

As I said before, I can't use spiritual power, so I need other things to replace it. Isn't a monster transformed from a god a good choice?