It Didn't Seem to Be His Doing

"Village chief, why hasn't the spirit medium responded yet? Usually..."

In front of the temple, a villager knelt on the ground for a long time, but still received no response from the temple's deity. Seeing this, he couldn't help but ask.

Upon hearing this, Muramasa turned around and glared at the villager who had spoken, signaling him to remain silent.

If the immortal heard this and took it as disrespect, that would be disastrous.

But then I realized that what the villagers said earlier wasn't wrong.

Normally, during their worship, the deity would respond in some way.

This way, they'll know that the immortal is aware of their request, and then they can go back on their own.

But now, most of the day has already passed.

With this thought in mind, Muramasa felt a little uneasy.

After thinking for a moment, he said, "Alright, I suppose the immortal already knows why we've come. We can head back now."

The other villagers nearby frowned slightly upon hearing this.

I had some doubts in my mind.

The reason they trusted this fortune teller so much was that, initially, he frequently helped them solve minor problems.

Furthermore, after they helped the other party build a small temple, they were able to get a response from the other party for almost any small matter they asked for help with.

For example, a child from one family gets lost, or a cow from one's own family gets lost.

Basically, the fortune teller would respond to almost anything one asked for.

This indicates that the deity has heard the people's requests.

This time, however, the master did not give the slightest response even at this point.

This made the villagers vaguely sense that something was wrong.

However, given their current situation, they dared not say anything more and, after a brief response, all got up and left.

As I left, I glanced at the offerings in front of the temple, hesitated for a moment, but ultimately decided not to put them away and went back.

After the crowd had gone some distance, some villagers began to worry.

"This must be our fifth sacrifice, right? It's the same as before; the deity still hasn't reacted at all. It seems like he's not going to help us."

A Great Han with a worried expression asked a question.

The other villagers nodded in agreement, "That's right. In the past, when we performed sacrifices, the deity would at least give some response. Today, we've done it five times already, and the deity hasn't reacted at all."

Muramasa, hearing the discontented words of the crowd, also showed a worried expression.

How could he not understand something that others had doubts about?

This is a matter of life and death for our village.

If this drought continues, every household will fall far short of their tax obligations this year.

Thinking of this, Muramasa glanced at everyone and said, "I know about this, but right now we can only beg the sage for mercy. If the sage is unwilling to help, we can't just smash up the sage's temple, can we?"

"If they really have such thoughts, our entire village will be wiped out."

Their opponent was a demon with Law Technique; how could they, ordinary people, possibly fight against such a being?

Upon hearing Muramasa's words, a look of fear flashed in the eyes of the others.

Muramasa is right. If they really had such intentions, they would have taken action.

Then we might face utter destruction.

"Let's go home first and see if we can find a well and get some water."

Muramasa glanced back at the small temple halfway up the mountain, a lingering sense of hope in his heart.

Hopefully, this sage can once again lend a helping hand to them through this difficult time.

If they can't overcome this hurdle, their village will be in real trouble.

After the villagers gradually returned to the village, he suddenly paused, his expression slightly surprised.

Looking up, one could see many glistening lights shimmering in the distant rice paddies.

"This is."

Some villagers saw the glistening light in the sunlight and immediately realized something, but they couldn't believe it.

"It looks like water?"

In the past, if the rice stalks had some dew or rainwater on them, they would look like this.

What they saw here was already extremely familiar to them.

But at this moment, they were somewhat incredulous.

The main issue is that we didn't feel any rain while we were performing the sacrifice up there, so what's with the water droplets on the rice stalks?

With expressions of disbelief, the villagers hesitated for a moment before gritting their teeth and running towards the rice paddies.

No matter what, this is my own rice paddy, so I have to go and see it.

As the crowd drew closer, their hopes grew ever stronger.

The closer they got to the rice paddies, the more they could sense that there really was water in them!

Some people can already see the shimmering water in the rice paddies!

"It's true, there's water in the rice paddies!"

When the villagers at the front ran up, scooped some water out of the paddy field, and held it in their hands, they couldn't help but burst into laughter.

The others behind him gasped for breath at the sight, then rushed forward like madmen.

After carefully inspecting the area and confirming that there was water in their own rice paddies, they were overjoyed.

There's water!

The crops are saved!

Seeing this scene, countless people were overjoyed and wept tears of joy.

After worrying about this for so many days, I can finally relax now.

"The deity is truly amazing! We just finished the ritual, and the rice paddies are already flooded!"

A villager muttered to himself.

They had just performed a sacrifice at the altar, and now their own crops were flooded.

This immediately made them think that it was done by a powerful spirit, a thought that came to mind instinctively.

After all, we hadn't felt any rain just now; the rainwater in the rice paddies seemed to have appeared out of nowhere.

In this situation, they would feel it was perfectly reasonable for a shaman to have done it.

The other villagers nodded in agreement upon hearing this.

Everyone believed that this was due to a powerful deity casting Law Technique, which was why there was water in the rice paddies.

No wonder the deity didn't respond at all when they were worshipping just now.

Judging from this, it seems a powerful deity used Law Technique to help them pray for rain.

That's why I didn't respond to them.

Thinking about this, they couldn't help but feel somewhat ashamed.

Just a moment ago, they were actually doubting the fortune teller.

I thought they might not be willing to help us anymore, but now that I think about it, I'm glad the fortune teller didn't hold it against them!

Everyone was overjoyed, but Muramasa, standing to the side, looked at the scene before him with a puzzled expression.

We have been worshipping the deity for a long time.

But looking at the water in the rice paddies, he felt that this didn't seem to be the work of a celestial being.