Dressed as an abandoned daughter of a wealthy family, she relies on metaphysics to become a god

The bus drove slowly to Xincheng, which was originally seven or eight small villages and was later merged into a county. However, the economic development has not been very good and it looks a bit desolate.

After the two got off the car, Zhiyan did not take off again, but lay quietly in Ji Qingyu's hand.

"It's so motionless?" Ji Qingyu lifted the paper swallow's wings and shook them, "Then where should we go now?"

"Look at the roads around here, don't they feel familiar?" Chu Yao asked with a smile.

Ji Qingyu said dumbly: "I've never been here, how could I... Huh?"

She looked at the nearby scenery, and suddenly some vague pictures flashed through her mind. She couldn't help but walk along the path. The uneven stone roads, sparse cottages, and every tree on the roadside made her... It feels extremely familiar.

It was as if she had lived here for many years.

At the end of the road is a ruined temple.

"This is..." Ji Qingyu opened her eyes wide. When she writes novels, she always imagines the scene in the story. This ruined temple is exactly the same as the one in her mind.

She almost ran over and pushed open the door of the ruined temple, but there was no towering fir tree inside, leaving only a large empty hole on the ground.

Why is she so familiar with this place?

Why do I feel a sense of loss when I see that big pit?

At the same time, several whispers sounded in her ears, one with a childish voice, the other with a deep voice.

"This temple used to be inhabited by people. Are you...a monk? Why do you have hair?"

"I am not a monk, little girl, and the statues in this temple are not Buddha statues."

"Okay, can you play with me?"

"playing what?"

"Oh, I don't seem to have brought anything, so tell me a story."

"it is good."

Ji Qingyu walked in in a daze. Although the outside of the temple was a bit old, it could be seen that someone had been cleaning it inside. There was no dust on the altar, and there were some pastries and fruits on it.

There are no statues of gods or Buddhas enshrined in the temple, so it looks a bit empty.

Hearing the footsteps of Ji Qingyu and Chu Yao, an old man walked over from the backyard with a rag in his hand.

He asked unexpectedly: "Little girls, why did you come here?"

Chu Yao said: "We were passing by and saw a temple here, so we wanted to come in and pay homage. I wonder which god is enshrined in the temple?"

"Oh, actually I don't know the name of this Immortal Lord." The uncle wiped the altar with a rag, "This temple has been built for a long time, and I also heard from my elders that there used to be plague here. , hundreds of people died, thanks to a doctor with superb medical skills who invented the treatment. This temple was built in his memory."

"Then why not set up a statue?" Chu Yao asked again.

"Well... Rumor has it that he was too famous and was enshrined while he was still alive. This caused dissatisfaction with the king of the dynasty, so he smashed all the statues and no longer built statues for him, nor was his name mentioned." The uncle replied, "But we locals always remember his kindness, so we come to offer incense from time to time."

He stuffed the rag into his pocket, pointed to the cabinet, and said, "I'm leaving first. The incense is in the cabinet over there. If you want to burn incense, just get it yourself."

At this time, the sound of conversation echoed in Ji Qingyu's ears again.

"Hey, that story you told me last time was not good."

"What's wrong?"

"That queen is a bad person. You helped her, but she threatened you with people's lives and has not been punished. This is unfair!"

"What should I do?"

"If this story were told by me, it should be changed to say that the emperor and the queen suffered divine punishment and lost their thrones. How about that?"

"But they have also done a lot of good things for the people, reducing taxes and developing mulberry farming."

"What you said seems to make sense... Then change it to: after you helped her, she was very moved and then promised you your life?"

"That's not who she is."

"This won't work, that won't work either. Alas, I just want to hear a story with a perfect ending."

Unconsciously, Ji Qingyu burst into tears. She was never the strategizing heroine in the novel, but a person who listened to the story.

The Feng Ge she wrote was not entirely based on that queen, but perhaps also incorporated some of her own emotions, such as her love for Chang Lin.

In reincarnation, one should not remember the events of the previous life, but she died early due to illness in her previous life, leaving her obsession with the story, which made her have some vague memories in this life.

Although Changlin was a tree demon, he saved many seriously ill people at the cost of consuming his own spiritual power because he upheld the doctor's heart of hanging a pot to help the world.

After being worshiped by the people of the world, he has the qualifications to become the patron saint of this village.

However, because the statue was smashed and the name was lost, the villagers' offerings could not be conveyed to him, resulting in him still being in a state of spiritual overdraft and unable to transform.

It wasn't until Ji Qingyu wrote "Feng Ge Jiuzhou" that every time readers read his name, it was equivalent to adding a bit of faith, and he woke up from his long sleep.

Ji Qingyu wiped the tears on her face with the back of her hand and looked back, but she didn't see the green figure again.

After she came out of Chu Yao's house, it didn't seem to rain anymore.

"Where are the others?" Ji Qingyu asked anxiously.

Chu Yao did not answer her question, but took out a dark green branch and said, "You should recognize this, right?"

Ji Qingyu clearly remembered that Chu Yao didn't bring anything with him when he went out. Where did he get this branch?

She stared at the branch in Chu Yao's hand and blurted out an incredible answer: "Penglai branch?"

"If you don't want him to follow you anymore, use this branch to make an umbrella and put it on the windowsill inside your home. When you go out in the future, it will be sunny." Chu Yao said slowly, "If you want to see him again If so, insert the branches into the bottle, fill the bottle with two-thirds of the water, and change it every day.”

"I...I know." Ji Qingyu took the branch cherishingly.

After returning home, she found an exquisite vase, carefully placed the branches in it, and poured two bottles of mineral water into it.

Recalling what Chu Yao once said, someone had already paid the reward, Ji Qingyu felt even more sad.

Chu Yao didn't say when they would meet again, but as long as there was hope, she was willing to wait.

……

In the early hours of the morning, Chu Yao heard a knock at the door.

Knock, knock, knock, knock——

No more, no less, just right.

It is said that "three people and four ghosts", when people knock on the door, they usually only knock three times. If there is a fourth knock on the door, it means that the person who comes is not a living person.