God of Wealth... Grandpa

With just this one sentence, he achieved an effect that even God of Luck couldn't achieve.

The God of Wealth shifted his gaze from the rain outside and looked away.

He looked at the girl, and in the corner, he repeated it in a low voice:

"The God of Wealth... Grandpa?"

The moment he spoke, the girl froze, letting out a startled cry:

"Huh... who?"

She clearly hadn't noticed anyone else in the temple.

This dilapidated temple is remote and old, with half of its eaves collapsed. How could there possibly be any living people there?

Could it be that the Grandpa God of Wealth has appeared to us?

The girl immediately knelt down at the temple entrance, ignoring the water and moss covering the floor tiles, and kowtowed three times earnestly.

"Could it be the Grandpa God of Wealth appearing in my presence? Elena, greetings to the Grandpa God of Wealth."

The God of Wealth raised his hand, and a ray of golden light emanated from his fingertips, gently supporting the girl's arm and helping her up from the ground.

"Get up, stop kneeling. Also, why are you calling me the Grandpa God of Wealth?"

God of Wealth spoke, he looked down at his hands.

Those hands were fair and slender, showing no signs of old age.

He's clearly not old.

Elena was lifted up by the golden light and stood up straight. Her face showed obvious joy.

"Thank you, Grandpa God of Wealth."

She first thanked him sincerely before continuing.

"Because, going back to my ancestors, the Grandpa God of Wealth once helped my ancestors. My mother said that a drop of kindness should be repaid with a spring of gratitude. However, she searched for a long time but could not find a God of Wealth Shrine. Just a year ago, she passed away. Before she left, she told me that I must come and find you to thank you."

"As for why I call you Grandpa God of Wealth, it's because calling you Brother God of God of Wealth feels disrespectful. But calling you anything else feels like making you sound too old."

After speaking, Elena fell silent, her head bowed, her hands gripping the handle of the bamboo umbrella tightly. She stood at the temple entrance, unsure whether to go in or back, as awkward as a little bird unsure where to land.

Finally, she took a small step forward, then stopped, as if she had mustered up her courage for a long time before speaking:

"Grandpa God of Wealth, was I being presumptuous? I have never seen Gods before and am ignorant of etiquette, please forgive me."

"It's alright. Call me whatever you like."

The voice rang out again, this time clearer than before.

"It's raining heavily outside, please come in first."

This time, the God of Wealth finally stood up from the ground.

He had been sitting in the shadows, where the other person couldn't see him, but it still didn't feel quite right.

"Thank you, Grandpa God of Wealth."

Elena then officially entered the temple of the God of Wealth Shrine.

From the outside, the temple looked dilapidated and desolate, with collapsed eaves, peeling paint, and even half of the door missing.

But as soon as she stepped inside, she suddenly felt a warmth.

A gentle breeze blew in from inside the palace, drying her rain-soaked clothes inch by inch, even removing the moisture from her hair.

Elena paused for a moment, then bowed again, her voice filled with sincere gratitude:

"Thank you, Grandpa God of Wealth."

"You're welcome."

The God of Wealth replied with three words and then did not speak again.

He usually enjoys lively atmospheres.

Unfortunately, that's all in the past now.

Elena looked left and right as soon as she entered the temple.

She looked at the leaky eaves overhead, the weathered Deity Statue, and then around the relatively dry corners of the temple. Finally, she pointed to a spot covered with a pile of thatch and asked:

"Grandpa God of Wealth, may I sleep here tonight?"

"Can."

Elena walked over to the pile of thatch, squatted down, and pressed it down with her hand. The thatch was a bit prickly, but at least it was dry, much better than the muddy ground outside.

She sat down, glanced down at the tattered bamboo umbrella in her hand, hesitated for a moment, and then cautiously asked:

"Grandpa God of Wealth, may I place my bamboo umbrella next to this pillar?"

"Can."

Elena then stood up and gently placed the bamboo umbrella next to a pillar, arranging it neatly as if she were afraid of blocking anyone's way.

After doing all that, her gaze settled on the weathered Deity Statue.

"Grandpa God of Wealth, may I wipe your Deity Statue for you?"

The Deity Statue looked so dilapidated; the gold paint on its face had almost completely peeled off, and even its eyebrows and eyes were blurred. If it weren't for the plaque with the words "God of Wealth Shrine" hanging outside the door, she probably wouldn't have recognized who was enshrined there. These things were completely different from what her mother had told her before.

"Can..."

The God of Wealth instinctively spoke, but before he could finish, he suddenly realized that the other party had just said they wanted to clean his Deity Statue?

Wipe his Deity Statue?

"No..."

Unfortunately, before he could even utter the word "no," Elena had already started wiping the statue. She took out a fairly clean handkerchief, stood on tiptoe, reached for the Deity Statue's shoulder, and carefully began to wipe it.

Wow, that was fast!

The God of Wealth silently sighed in his heart.

"Grandpa God of Wealth, after the weather clears up, I'll help you clear the weeds outside."

Elena talked on and on as she wiped.

"Also, I'd like to help you repair this temple. The well looks clogged too, I can clean it up. And that door, it's missing half, I'll find some wood and nail it back together later..."

As she spoke, her hands never stopped, wiping with utmost care.

Since the other party had already started cleaning, the God of Wealth naturally couldn't stop them anymore. He stood there, watching the thin figure busy in front of the Deity Statue, muttering about repairing the temple, cleaning the well, and nailing the door shut, and suddenly felt a little unfamiliar with the figure.

His little temple hasn't been this lively in a long time.

The last time was over a hundred years ago, when God of Luck came knocking, wanting to take him away.

He didn't want to leave then; he felt it was fine to stay there.

But now, listening to the girl's chattering voice, he couldn't tell whether he had genuinely thought it was good or just out of habit when he said "it's good."

In the past, the God of Wealth always loved listening to mortals talk and chatter about their everyday lives. Unfortunately, he stopped listening to that later, and all he heard were things like, "God of God of Wealth, I wish to make a wish..."