Quarreling

Shen Muheng has been extremely busy lately.

Fortunately, on the surface, he only had a proper job. Moreover, he had asked Lord Spring God in advance and was told that he wasn't needed recently.

So, let's get started!

Although the current situation does seem somewhat like having one foot in two boats.

One is a job, and the other is a hobby.

Everyone should make sure they understand the difference and not insult him indiscriminately.

And he, Shen Muheng, as the mortal on whom the Sea God placed the greatest hopes, had made a solemn vow:

We must carry forward and promote the Sea God Church!

Although this was his first time experiencing this, he had at least seen it all before, even if he hadn't eaten pork. To this end, Shen Muheng secretly sneaked into the churches of other Gods to observe and learn.

After watching it more than ten times, Shen Muheng believed he had already figured it out.

The Sea God Church was established through a "backdoor" approach.

Bai Zhuyu opened it herself.

After all, he had previously invested so many Star Coins, and it was a mission personally entrusted by the Gods.

How could the other party possibly object?

When the Sea God Church was first established, thanks to his all-encompassing and thorough propaganda, it was incredibly popular.

A large, dark mass of people, but this group was all there for...

They're grabbing free eggs.

Once they got the eggs, they all pulled up their pants and denied everything, running away faster than the wind.

Shen Muheng had anticipated this.

He just couldn't understand why, in this day and age, so many people would travel from afar to frantically grab free eggs?

Is it because it's free?

Or do they simply enjoy getting things for free?

Although most of the people had fled, some remained behind.

These are the things that truly have value.

They are either loyal believers of the Sea God, or potential followers with some shallow faith.

In Shen Muheng's eyes, these people were far more valuable than those eggs. As for the previous egg event, he could just consider it a way to boost the Sea God's popularity among the masses.

It's worth it.

So every day, Shen Muheng would wear his "work clothes" and pretend to carry a copy of "Sea God Sutra" in his hand.

In fact, he was just a figurehead; the real person in charge of preaching was someone else.

Shen Muheng was very clear about his own position. He might have a little "talent" in making money, but that was something that professionals had to do. He was just a figurehead who was responsible for making a good impression, running errands, and, incidentally, maintaining the Sea God image.

But Shen Muheng never expected that he hadn't even started the next step yet.

One day, a large group of people suddenly appeared outside the Sea God Church.

Women make up the vast majority.

He asked them what they had come for, but they all stammered, their eyes darting around, and they couldn't give a coherent answer for a long time.

Shen Muheng raised an eyebrow.

Well, since we're already here, why leave? Let's all bow down before the statue of the Sea God.

Because of these factors, Shen Muheng's Sea God Church expanded rapidly, its membership increasing several times over.

Our Sea God, Wuma Xiu, was quite satisfied with this situation. "Not bad, not bad, the effect is acceptable. Once he selects another batch to respond, the effect will be even better."

However, he's a bit busy right now, so he'll come back later when he's done.

The Sea God Palace is now in complete chaos.

"This is my territory! The Sea God is my god! All of you, get out of here!"

The Water God, having reached his limit, finally erupted.

Ever since the Sea God found a "new love," he has never come to see him again, let alone feed him pastries.

He couldn't contain himself any longer and took the initiative to come over.

Upon entering, he saw that a god had taken his former reserved spot and was enjoying his exclusive services.

The Water God immediately exploded, rushed over and shoved the other person away.

The God of Poverty was nestled beside Wuma Xiu, enjoying being fed, when he was suddenly pushed and stumbled, instantly enraging him.

"Who do you think you are! What do you mean 'your territory'? This is the Sea God Palace! Your Water God Temple isn't here! If anyone's leaving, it's you who should leave!"

"So what? We're here with him now!"

The two gods argued back and forth, their words escalating into a fierce battle.

The God of Poverty was so angry that his face puffed up. He turned around and pulled the God of Misfortune over to cheer him on.

Not to be outdone, the Water God looked around and finally spotted a wad of blankets.

He strode over and pulled the blanket and the person to his side.

"Ugh, please help me!"

The god of God of Poverty stared hopefully at the God of Misfortune, his eyes shining with an astonishing light.

The Water God also ripped off the Stream God's protective shell and placed him forward. "Stream God, please help me!"

The Stream God was placed a step away from the battlefield.

He exchanged a single glance with the God of Misfortune before they looked away.

--This argument is absolutely impossible to start.

The God of Misfortune stated that he could only offer the God of Poverty his eye.

The Stream God silently pulled out many quilts and stacked them around the Water God to represent "number of people," then quietly shrank back into his own quilt.

That's all he can do to help.

A gust of wind blew by.

For some reason, both the God of Poverty and the Water God simultaneously felt a sense of "I have lost".

Wuma Xiu watched with utter boredom.

How boring! This argument is so childish; neither side seems to have much experience. They're just repeating the same few phrases over and over—neither exciting nor engaging.

It's okay, though.

Something even more interesting might happen in the next few days.

Thinking of this, Wuma Xiu couldn't help but smile slightly.

"Sea God, drive them away."

The Water God huddled close to Wuma Xiu, sobbing. His eyes and nose were red. Lately, he hadn't been able to eat anything, even pastries, and had lost a lot of weight.

Before, I was the one that the Sea God loved the most.

How did my spot get taken so quickly?

"Hai, I don't want to go."

Upon seeing this, the God of Poverty immediately followed suit.

He secretly observed the Water God's expression, then rubbed his eyes, and tears streamed down his face.

It's just crying, isn't it?

Who doesn't know how!

"You said this is our home forever. You can't send us away..."

He sobbed, becoming more and more aggrieved as he spoke.

Wuma Xiu's forehead throbbed with excitement.

It was so noisy, really noisy. He would get annoyed sometimes, after all, he was still a god with emotions. To be honest, he really couldn't understand these gods who cried at the drop of a hat.

What's the use of crying? Will it solve the problem?

Instead of wasting time on this, why not think about how to become stronger?

Wuma Xiu took a deep breath, suppressing his surging emotions little by little. Then, he leaned down slightly and embraced both gods, one on each side.

"Don't cry, I won't send you away. You're all my friends, and none of you need to leave..."

He spoke slowly, guiding the two gods to vent their emotions. Once the bitterness in their hearts subsided, they could huddle together and chat and laugh quietly.

They're all easy to coax after all.

Give them a little something sweet, offer them a way out, and then give them a hug, and all their temper will disappear.

Seeing this, Wuma Xiu's mood improved somewhat.

Hassle-free.

Although they sometimes cause trouble, they are much easier to deal with than those cunning gods who won't act until they see results.