News that agricultural genius Misha had become the "Wisdom Saintess" of Hinduism instantly swept across the entire Fei Nation.
Even Misha's father, who remained in their home village, saw the news on television.
By then, the tiny village had been completely transformed. Famine no longer existed, and there was even running water and electricity. Many villagers had televisions installed in their homes.
Someone immediately knocked on Misha's wooden door. "Old Muda, ever since your daughter Misha used science to help everyone, you completely changed your temperament. You started hating all theology and even burned the gods your family worshipped. Now your daughter has suddenly become a saintess. How do you explain that?"
The old man looked at his daughter's photograph on the television and proudly puffed out his chest. "What the hell do you people know? Everything my daughter does is right!"
"And I, Muda, have decided that starting today, I will worship a new god!"
As he spoke, he pulled out a red cloth bundle from the cabinet. After unwrapping layer after layer, he revealed a wooden statue. The figure was a young man dressed in modern clothes, with what appeared to be a white shirt on his upper body.
Three Chinese characters were carved beneath the statue—Xian Liu Sheng.
That was right, Xian Liu Sheng.
Because Misha's father not only could not read Chinese, he could not even read the language of the Indo-African country. He had traveled a great distance before finally asking someone to write those three characters for him.
Whether the order had been reversed was something this old farmer might never know for the rest of his life.
He placed the statue on the table and respectfully lit three sticks of incense.
"Misha called and told me that becoming the saintess was all arranged