He and It

People looked at him with fascination, and after a long time, someone boldly asked: "What can we get?"

"Perhaps, I can bring you inner peace." The man said, "Keep your property, life and time. I want you to not have to use the hard work and suffering in this world to exchange for the elusive happiness and tranquility in the next life."

People looked at him, because they did not know the rules of this immortal, and they saluted him in chaotic ways such as kneeling, bowing, joining hands, closing eyes, etc. The man did not raise any objections. He accepted it with a smile, using the warmth of the pearl. The light shines upon them.

People come to the mountains with confusion and fear, and then return home with the joy of being loved and redeemed. They are in a happy mood and are not shocked.

Gradually, legends about the simple altar, the luxuriant golden ginkgo tree, and the immortal in white sitting under the tree began to spread like ripples dripping into the water.

At first it was a drop of water, then it was a drop of water sprinkled by a swallow when it swept its wings, and then it stretched into a misty spring rain with continuous rain, which was widely spread among the believers of Baixiang God.

An endless stream of believers changed their worship routes and set off to the foot of Jiajiang Mountain. Some do it to satisfy their own curiosity, some do it for their inner desires, some carry the anger of eradicating paganism, and some are like mosquitoes sucking blood and eating carrion, just want to get close to all the profitable things in the world.

The man does not reject anyone who comes, no matter what purpose the other person has. He sat under the tree, smiled kindly at everyone, and listened patiently to each other's difficulties and desires. His words contained unparalleled magic, rolling down from his lips like pure stars. He encourages good deeds within his ability, encourages people to support each other and unite together. He hopes that his followers can value commitment, understanding and the weight of love. When someone questioned him and said that his idea was of no benefit and it was better to return to the embrace of the Baixiang God, he was not angry and just nodded approvingly.

"People should have the freedom to choose." He said, "Whether it's me or the God of Hundreds of Appearances, you have to choose the one you truly love. This is not a wrong thing."

The crowds became more and more intense. Even if he did not want the worship of believers, the people who loved him sincerely still filled every corner of Jiajiang Mountain with their most precious treasures.

Garnets are as red as roses, and pearl whites are as round and crystal clear as moonlight. The craftsmen use rubies and corals to make his lips, and ivory to trace his skin. Black crystals burn with starlight as his beautiful long hair. However, the immortal did not value these treasures very much. He gave them to many poor farmers and beggars who could not afford food or clothing.

He ordered the trees and thorns to grow into tall and majestic houses, and filled them with gold and silver. People who were seriously ill or in pain could go there to get money and relieve their pain.

Ghosts of unknown origin rise from the mountains. They are as black as shadow fragments and as black as ripe and rotten cherries.

They are the messengers sent by Baixiang God to test, because more and more believers are turning to the small altar in Jiajiang Mountain. They no longer kneel down step by step and walk straight, which is still a new and comfortable thing; they no longer believe in the Lord of the Hundred Appearances, but instead turn their attention to themselves, to the friends and family around them; they Saving money, buying suitable clothes, palatable food, and being tolerant of oneself is tantamount to a kind of indulgence, and this kind of indulgence makes them no longer able to serve the gods with all their energy.

The God of Hundreds of Appearances felt the growing anger slowly tormenting his body and mind. The demons also came out of His trembling shadow and flew around the altar of Mount Kajang.

"This is contempt!" they shouted in unison, fanning the flames of cholera. "Why do the immortals you serve treat your tributes with such contempt? On the other hand, the God of Hundreds of Forms uses the lingering fragrance mist as a supporting temple. The clouds; carving gold, melting silver, affixing luxurious jewelry, carefully making their own golden bodies; the milk and honey held up by believers' hands also flowed into a sweet river in paradise. Aren't these more sincere than your immortals? , can it better demonstrate the love of God?”

Facing the noisy malice, the immortal's expression was unusually calm. He picked up a blood-red gemstone, which was like a drop of delicate dew on his fingertips.

"Would you be happier holding this gem in your own hands, or would you be happier if you gave it to me?" he asked the believers in front of him.

The young believer was timid, her eyes attracted by the splendor of the gemstone. She suddenly remembered her mother. In order to raise her up, her mother joined the ranks of the Weaver Mother. She was a temple of Baixiang, spinning carpets that took three hundred people three hundred days and nights to complete day and night, until her eyes. It was hazy, and I could no longer see a single thread close at hand. With this gem, she no longer has to worry about her mother's old age.

Her throat was dry and she could not speak. The immortal placed the gem in her palm and whispered, "Just hold it in your own hand, and then smile happily."

The flying demons screamed like tearing silk, and dispersed like tearing silk.

The god of all forms was furious.

He sent the warriors from the temple and the believers who were loyal to him to form a huge army, an army born for conquest.

The longing and reverence for immortals is like a prairie fire, igniting the dry and unkempt weeds. He had no name, and Jiajiangshan became his code name. The Baixiang God strictly prohibited anyone from saying the three words Jiajiangshan. He erased the existence of Jiajiangshan from texts, books, murals, and even language. However, in addition to Jiajiang Mountain, there are also altars, ginkgo trees, immortals, white clothes, pearls, suns, alien gods... all kinds of names that are as numerous as stars, replacing each other's existence.

The Baixiang God forbids everything and restricts everything, but in the end, with just a simple word "him" and a tacit look in his eyes, the faith of the Jiajiang Mountain Immortal spread rapidly.

He must destroy this opponent. On the way to becoming a god, there is only a life-and-death fight.

The mighty army set off at the dawn of dawn, crossing ninety-nine roaring rivers and ninety-nine towering peaks along the way, vowing to destroy the pagan gods and believers. They came with such force that all living beings who believed in immortals cried. They had briefly gained the freedom of love, and now they had to defend it by taking up arms and engaging in a war with no surrender and no deserters.

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