"How could a dignified mountain god have its home stolen?"
Bai Yujun looked at the Mountain God Temple foundation stone being used as a threshold, then at the tiny mountain god.
The little ball of fluff understood perfectly. It seemed furious about this, turning back toward the temple gates and waving its cane as it hopped about, even picking up pebbles and hurling them with all its strength.
"Wuwu, hmph hmph, ungh!"
The equivalent of warm, heartfelt human curses.
Still crouching, Bai Yujun lightly rubbed her fingers over the oil-paper umbrella, finding it amusing. Two entirely unrelated matters seemed to have collided by sheer coincidence.
The Mountain God Temple had been destroyed, and the strange idol erected at nearly the same time as the phoenix miracle.
There were countless coincidences in the world. One could not simply conclude that the two were connected.
The mountain god had talked too much just now and was exhausted enough to lean on its cane and pound its waist. It felt that the young girl before it was different from others, though it could not say exactly how. In any case, she was not someone to provoke. That faint, indescribable aura of an Orthodox God could not be false.
It would be best if she were some formidable True God, one who could bury those bastards who had destroyed the Mountain God Temple in the dirt.
An old-fashioned mountain god was rather frugal. Burying those it disliked in the soil could nourish the grass and trees. Throwing them into the river would work too; its neighbor, the River Earl, had recently taken a keen interest in raising fish and shrimp.
Bai Yujun pushed away the long face of the thirsty horse once again.
"What is being worshipped inside?"
This time, the mountain god shook