The Kitchen God left behind a warning, then vanished.
Tu Sanyi's face turned deathly pale.
In this world, if a deity declared someone irreverent, it was practically a death sentence. They would find it nearly impossible to take a single step anywhere.
But the white rice at home could at most last until the lean season!
If he continued making offerings as he had when his parents were alive, everything would be depleted within two months. There would not even be enough left for his own sweet potato meals.
Tu Sanyi was only an ordinary mortal youth. At the thought of this, his heart could not help trembling.
Outside, daylight rose in the east, and the sun had already revealed its outline.
"Not good!"
Tu Sanyi shuddered.
No matter how terrified or afraid he was, as the sun was about to rise, he instinctively began doing certain things. Many things his parents had taught him through word and deed since childhood returned to him at once, as natural as breathing.
Tu Sanyi went into his parents' room again and took out incense, candles, paper money, and white rice.
Here, he hesitated for a moment. Then he gritted his teeth and took out the same amount of white rice as he had offered the Kitchen God of Kaoshan Village. He went to the front gate, lit the candles, and kept kowtowing, bowing toward the two majestic portraits on either door panel.
"I pay respects to Lord Guangcheng Xuange and Lord Xieye Tiejian."
"...The courtyard stood solemn as divine light lingered; the doors and windows were tranquil as auspicious vapors remained... Iron armor drove demons away and kept the household safe; golden whips ushered blessings into the splendid hall... Day and night they patrolled, and wicked specters scattered; morning and evening they