Teaching Without Discrimination, God of the Mountain Folk (13)

Bathed in the afterglow of the setting sun, on a naturally growing mountain road.

The villagers of Mountain Hollow Village followed closely behind the Bronze Horse, step by step making their way home.

Only after confirming they had completely left the area of that forest did the Sanzi ask, looking puzzled.

"Uncle, why did you just give the Explosive Talisman to that mountain god?"

"Didn't you already realize that she's secretly learning our talismans?"

Uncle Lu smacked the back of Sanzi's head in annoyance, scolding him as he watched the other boy grimace.

"What are our talismans?"

"The Dao of Talismans was passed down by the prophets; it belongs to the entire Hundred Lands Mountain Range."

"Whether you are me or Mountain Folk, a spirit or a monster..."

"Anyone who is willing to learn can study the Dao of Talismans."

With a serious expression, Uncle Lu corrected the Sanzi ' misconceptions, a hint of nostalgia showing on his face.

"In the words of the prophet, this is called education for all!"

"A prophet never likes those who hoard knowledge; he imparts it equally to all who need it."

"Otherwise, do you think our current lifestyle just fell from the sky?"

"Without the prophet's compassion, we'd probably still be toiling in the fields, living hand to mouth!"

Although Uncle Lu hadn't known Li Boyang for very long, he considered himself to know the man quite well.

After all, Li Boyang used to appear at the old site of Mountain Hollow Village every day without fail.

They are attempting to continuously improve the farming environment of the entire village through long-term Summoning Clouds and Bringing Rain.

From that moment on, Uncle Lu knew that Li Boyang was a true saint.

Uncle Lu knew he didn't have Li Boyang's abilities, but he also didn't want to become a stumbling block for the other party in realizing his vision.

"But... is she really Ghost God of Yunmeng Marsh?"

Just then, the Sanzi finally asked the question that had always been the biggest question in his heart.

Although the Sanzi had never truly come into contact with the Ghost God of Yunmeng Marsh.

But through some of Lu Huaijin's words, he learned that the prophet would preach at Flying Peak every now and then, teaching those Ghost God while also imparting some basic cultivation methods to them.

According to Lu Huaijin, the Dao of Talismans is merely a minor path.

All the Ghost God who can leave Yunmengzhe, even the most ignorant and incompetent ones, know more or less about the Dao of Talismans.

It's not impossible for some intelligent Ghost God to comprehend some of the Maxims Talismans.

"As long as she truly wants to settle down in these Hundred Lands Mountain Range, what does it matter whether she was born in Yunmeng Marsh or not?"

As the saying goes, old people are cunning and old ghosts are slippery; Uncle Lu actually saw things more clearly than the Sanzi.

"Actually, before making this deal, I had already inquired with the shrine maiden Xiao'e -chan from Gao Village Town..."

"The Longtian Village the mountain god is temporarily residing, has enjoyed favorable weather and abundant harvests over the past year, resulting in even better rice growth than in previous years."

"This is all thanks to the mountain god, and it's what the prophet most wanted to see."

After a slight pause, Uncle Lu continued speaking with a strange expression.

"Furthermore, I've also learned that this mountain god's style of doing things is different from other deities."

"She didn't like living in seclusion, nor did she want to reside in the shrines and temples built for her by the Mountain Folk..."

"This mountain god... seems to think of himself as a true Mountain Folk?"

Longtian Village is located near the only mountain road leading to the outside world.

Lady Bagui carried several bags, walking on the muddy dirt road just like an ordinary person.

There are no cement roads, no brick roads, and certainly no naturally growing and repairing Xirang roads here.

After all, the village has a very small population and is located in a remote area, so the infrastructure project initiated by Li Boyang did not extend to this area at all.

Or to be more precise, if it weren't for Lady Bagui's arrival, this village might have had to wait decades for the road to be built.

"We absolutely have to build a decent road..."

Thinking of those wide avenues outside, and then looking at this muddy dirt road that's almost impossible to walk on.

Lady Bagui suddenly realized that he seemed to be getting more and more used to his current identity, and had even started to consider the issue of building a road for the village.

If it were a thousand years ago, who would have told Lady Bagui that she would become the god of the Mountain Folk in the future?

She would definitely slap him across the face without hesitation.

"The Mountain Goddess is back! The Mountain Goddess is back!"

As Lady Bagui drew closer to the village entrance, the village children also noticed this kind mountain goddess.

Then, jumping and skipping, groups of two or three children appeared around Lady Bagui and started circling around her.

Upon seeing this, Lady Bagui couldn't help but smile, and then quickened his pace toward the village.

"Be careful not to fall. I brought you some small gifts from my trip..."

"Hey, don't fight over it, everyone gets one!"

While calling to the children beside him, he smiled and greeted the Mountain Folk on the nearby terraced fields.

Lady Bagui seemed to be just a Mountain Folk, showing no trace of the majesty or demeanor of a deity.

Only the unwavering respect in the eyes of the Mountain Folk spoke of her divine status.

These Mountain Folk are not those children.

They wouldn't let Lady Bagui's amiable demeanor make them overlook his true identity.

"..."

When Lady Bagui finally managed to coax the children away and returned to his residence...

Lady Bagui had been all smiles, suddenly stopped, and the expression on her face subtly changed.

Because at the entrance of this ordinary mud-brick house.

A child who looked no more than seven or eight years old was standing quietly.

The child was wearing a long golden robe and had a huge golden gourd on his back.

Just by standing there quietly, Lady Bagui sensed a composure from the other person that far exceeded their outward appearance.

More importantly, the moment Lady Bagui saw that child, she felt a strange flutter in her heart.

"Who are you?"

Looking at the composed boy, Lady Bagui had a vague idea in her mind, asked in a low voice.

"In a sense, I should be considered your child."

With an unperturbed gaze fixed on Lady Bagui, the boy... or rather, Jinjiao, slowly spoke.

"I was reborn through your life essence, and fortunately, with the help of my master, I have come to be what I am today."

To be honest, I'm really surprised by how you look now.

"The Grandmother Mountain God once said that you utterly despise the Mountain Folk..."

"His favorite thing to do is to stir up storms and blow over the houses built by the Mountain Folk."

"But now you've not only transformed yourself into Mountain Folk, you've even built a house with your own hands."

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