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This sleep was not as long as Huang Xian imagined. She opened her eyes amidst the aroma of food, and was shocked by the sight in front of her.

The small shed that used to be used as a supplement has disappeared, and it has become a mountain temple with red bricks and green tiles. There are still couplets praising the mountain gods on the vermilion pillars as soon as you enter the door.

Huang Xian read it twice, and then blushed.This pair of couplets praised her like something, which made her feel embarrassed.

Further forward is the Buddhist altar incense case candlestick, and the altar table is full of melon and fruit tributes.Huang Xian walked over and picked up an apple, put it under his nose and smelled it. Is this all for me?

When the small clay sculpture was placed in the middle of the altar, Huang Xian held it in the palm of his hand. The color on it is still the same, and it can be seen that someone has carefully maintained it.In addition, Huang Xian also saw the full and even overflowing divine power from above.

She touched the clay sculpture with some distress. The clay sculpture was too small to hold so much divine power, and the divine power that could not be found in the container could only be wasted like this.Her fingers lightly slid across the clay sculpture, and the clay sculpture, which was originally only five inches in size, was immediately doubled in size.

"Who are you? Why did the idol suddenly become bigger?"

Huang Xian was looking at the clay sculpture that could hold more divine power with satisfaction, when he heard someone behind him exclaim.She looked back at the person who came and thought for a while and said, "You are Xiaohu? You have grown up! How is your grandfather?"

Xiaohu is the grandson of the old village head. The child who was playing in the mud with bare buttocks has become a middle-aged man.Huang Xian was very happy to see Xiaohu. She thought that when she woke up, all the people she knew were gone, but she didn't expect to meet one.

In fact, she has only slept for decades, and the current mountain temple proves that the old village chief is still running around telling her that there is a particularly effective mountain temple here after she fell asleep, so that everyone Remember her all the time, and this is the reason for the excitement now.

Thinking of this, Huang Xian said with a sense of enlightenment: "I'm sorry, your grandpa should be gone, right?"

The middle-aged man nodded, looked at the young woman in front of him and said: "You suddenly appeared in the mountain temple and can make the statue bigger. You also know my grandpa and my name. Grandpa once told me when he was dying. , the voice of the mountain god is the voice of a young woman. Could it be that you are..."

Huang Xian looked at her hands. Thanks to the belief of the villagers, her strength has also been greatly improved. She has also mastered the semi-transformation technique that was once half-baked, and she can't see the appearance of a weasel at all. No wonder Xiaohu doesn't know her anymore.

As soon as Huang Xian turned around, a huge weasel appeared in front of the middle-aged man, filling the not-so-large mountain temple to the brim.

The middle-aged man saw the prototype of Huang Xian and said happily: "Grandpa has always told us that you will come back to the mountain god. He has been waiting for you. After his death, the mountain temple maintained by my father is also waiting for you. Now I was waiting for you, and you finally appeared."

"Wait for me?" After Huang Xian became a prototype, his voice became a little ethereal.

"Yes, we want to thank you for your life-saving grace." The middle-aged man knelt down after speaking. He also experienced the famine and disease when he was a child, and also experienced the fear and helplessness. At that time, Huang Xian They came out to save their village.

Huang Xian flicked his tail and said, "It's nothing, your grandfather, you have helped me. But why are you still kneeling?"

The middle-aged man seemed a bit embarrassed to speak, he hesitated for a long time before he said: "I have an unfeeling message here, I hope you can listen to it. After my grandfather died, my father became the village head, and now I am. This summer has already There has been no rain for three months in a row, the land in the fields is dry and cracked, and even the rivers in the mountains have become shallow. If this continues, our village may have no harvest this year."

Huang Xian stood up and said flatly, "I understand."

The middle-aged man was still wondering what Huang Xian meant by this. Everyone said that Huang Daxian was moody. He had the courage to make this request because of the friendship between his ancestors and Huang Xian. Daxian must not be angry now.

At this time, the middle-aged man smelled a damp smell, and then there was the sound of rain outside.He ran out and saw that it was raining cats and dogs.

He happily ran back to the temple, but found that the big weasel in the temple had disappeared, and the woman who appeared out of nowhere was still inside.

The woman looked sleepy, and yawned, with a tear hanging from the corner of her eye: "You enshrine to me, and I should give you shelter. But now I'm going to sleep again, but this time I won't sleep for too long , I will show up again next year."

"By the way, if your offerings continue, the Buddha statue will continue to grow, so don't panic." After speaking, the woman disappeared, leaving the middle-aged man standing still thinking about the woman's appearance just now.

Huang Xian's appearance is very handsome, and all the facial features are growing into the small, making her look even smaller, she looks a few years younger than the daughter of a middle-aged man, but who would have thought that she is actually in charge of a mountain the mountain god.

The former Huang Xian couldn't do the technique of raining, but now she has a temple and the belief of the whole mountain. She can be regarded as the mountain god here, and she can do some bigger things.However, after all, she has just woken up, and there is not much divine power stored in the small clay sculpture. This time Shi Yu once again overdrawn her divine power, but it is easy to recover, and a year's sleep will be enough.

She is willing to rain because she is happy. The mountain god who was originally a temporary one wakes up and becomes more and more stable.Huang Xian, who closed her eyes, was still thinking that it would be good to live her life like this. She would do her best to be the mountain god, protect the creatures born on this mountain for generations, and live up to the worship of the villagers.

But now there is only a small Buddha statue left, no one enshrines her, and no one still remembers her, so her mountain god is completely finished.

Huang Xian wiped the tears from his face, found a red string and tied the Buddha statue around his neck.It doesn't matter, before she fell asleep last time, she thought that such a day would always come.Nowadays, people hate the theory of ghosts and gods more and more, and they no longer need the power of ghosts and gods. If they want to rain, they can rain, and if they want to destroy the rain, they can destroy the rain. She can do whatever she wants. She's lucky now.

She took a last look at the small mountain village where she had lived for hundreds of years. The village was no longer what it used to be. There were fewer and fewer animals and fewer trees. Even more and more houses had become A ruin.

There is really nothing left to miss, let's go.Huang Xian turned his head and left the place.

When walking, Huang Xian was very ambitious, and when she was walking on the road, she couldn't help but start to mutter in her heart.Humans are so fickle, they can come up with new things every time they wake up, even the words can change several times, causing her to have to relearn every time.

She had hardly seen the styles of clothes of those people just now, and she couldn't even understand the odds and ends on their bodies.

What to do, it seems to have returned to the way it was when it just came down the mountain.

Forget it, the mountain god can't do it anymore, there must be something she can do, and she can get a job again after being laid off.

After walking a few steps, Huang Xian stopped again. She took out her own Buddha statue from her collar. In fact, the fact that the Buddha statue did not disappear completely proved that someone must still remember her.That's right, even if all the villagers forget her, there will definitely be one person who will remember her.This time she went down the mountain to find that person and complete the agreement between them.

After thinking everything through, Huang Xian walked towards the city.

Huang Xian was thinking well, but the reality slapped her resoundingly.

"Did you graduate from 985211?"

"no……"

"next."

"Where was your undergraduate school?"

"Is it okay if you didn't go to college?"

"next."

"Don't ask, I'll just tell you, I haven't been to college."

"It doesn't matter if you haven't gone to college. You can also know other technologies. Do you know any foreign languages?"

"...Can I speak animal language?"

"go out!"

……

At night, Huang Xian sat on a bench in the park, staring blankly at the sky.What's so good about the city? If you can't find a job, forget it. You can't even see the stars. I didn't expect it to be so difficult to find a job.No wonder those who lost their iron rice bowls were so sad back then, but what she lost was the golden rice bowl of a mountain god!

The author has something to say: Can I say that Huang Xian, who has become a prototype, is more majestic?