[Doesn't look like it. Earth Gods usually look pretty plump, right? The one in the shrine looks thinner, like an immortal sage.]
[Ah... good thing I thought the mountain scenery was nice and haven't gone down yet. I'll go back and pray again right now, hehe.]
[Damn it, why are you only telling us something this important nowwwww?! I don't want to climb the mountain all over again!!!]
[Already prayed. Hope it works.]
#What god is really in Floating Mist Temple's little shrine?# shot toward the top of the trending searches, and plenty of occult enthusiasts soon emerged.
[Judging by the wishes being answered, its duties seem connected to the Underworld. But most of the Underworld's spirits and gods look imposing and terrifying, so it shouldn't look like this.]
[We can also eliminate the wrong answer, the Earth God.]
[Not Ox-Head or Horse-Face either (random interjection).]
[Actually, why don't we ask Qi Gu?]
[True, Qi Gu should know best what's in his own temple.]
[Calling Qi Gu!!!]
Qi Gu was taking an afternoon nap when the phone beside his bed kept chiming. Groggily, he grabbed it and looked, only to find everyone discussing his master.
After reading through the context, Qi Gu earnestly typed: [That isn't some spirit or god, just my master. I wanted to let the old man see more of Floating Mist Temple's incense offerings now, so I put him in the little shrine as our founding master. What you're talking about should just be a coincidence.]
How could that old master of his possibly be so powerful?
He was just an utterly ordinary old man who couldn't even grow a peach tree properly.
[Huh??? Your master???]
[If I remember right, Gugu's gourd and Iron Pellet both came from his master, right? Someone who could produce things