The mountain god is me

On the familiar morning, the first thing I saw when I opened my eyes was not the familiar face of the attendant.

"Master Mountain God, good morning!" Ema smiled brightly at me.

The sun shines on the boy's body through the paper window, and every strand of hair seems to be full of beauty.

Ema was born for me, I created him.

Thinking of this, I patted the head of the boy in front of me, and Ema put her cheek on my hand meekly.

A great sense of satisfaction filled my heart.

"Good morning, Ema."

I introduced Ema to several attendants. Although the attendants were obviously confused about the origin of Ema, they still quickly regarded Ema as a companion.

"Ema! Can you take these to your lord?" the attendant said, pointing to a pile of wooden prayer signs.

"Ema! An urgent letter was handed over suddenly. It needs to be handled by an adult. Can you pass it on for me?"

"Ema!"

……

I sat cross-legged at the table, watching Ema bring in a pile of wooden signs.

"You really have a good temper." I put down the wooden sign in my hand and propped my chin and said.

Ema came over and put the wooden sign on the table, and gently pulled down the hand that was holding my chin, "Master, it will make my face look bad when I hold my chin."

"This kind of thing doesn't matter to me." I looked at the good-tempered boy, and suddenly felt guilty, "I always feel that they are ordering you, are you being bullied?"

Because the ema is my creation, and the ema itself is a wish card, it can already help me deal with some things after training.

While classifying the wooden signs, Ema replied: "How is it possible, it might as well be that they were frightened by the mountain god."

I pursed my lips, "I'm so pitiful, I'm called a bad person for helping others with their affairs."

Ema stuffed a wooden card into my hand, "How come, Mr. Mountain God is the best god I've ever seen, come on, there's still a lot to do today."

"You have only seen me as a god." I hummed, but I still dealt with the prayer seriously.

Because there are many prayer wooden signs every day, most of the time I sit quietly with Ema at a desk to process prayers like this.

The days seem to have changed, and it seems that they have not.

It's just that it's not just me who is familiar with every plant and tree, but also Ema.

In my spare time, Ema would always pull me to ask questions, and before I knew it, I also told him many things that I had never told anyone else.

"...Because I couldn't choose whether to plant maple trees or cherry trees, I just planted both."

"...we deliberately planted some seeds in the winter hoping to see them sprout in the spring, only to be scooped up by squirrels as food reserves."

……

"Actually, I still prefer soybean flour rice cakes. Just because I ate an extra piece of red bean rice cakes, all the desserts on the second day were replaced with red bean rice cakes. Those guys are really good!"

No matter what it is, as long as I say it, Ema always looks at me with a shallow smile and listens carefully to what I say.

It was all unintentional words at first, but I found that the maple and cherry trees that were originally mixed together and planted in a mess were separated and well-organized, and villagers came to see the scenery and have a picnic every day.

A new field has been specially opened behind the shrine, and the seeds planted in the field have germinated.

and also……

I picked up a piece of soybean flour rice cake and put it in my mouth, the faint fragrance spread deep into my mouth, sweet to my heart.

Ema came over and took away the plate.

"Hey - I still want to eat!" I protested.

If the waiter would have brought the plate over, no, the waiter would not dare to take my plate away!

But Ema will always control me, in every way.

"Why can't the gods realize the freedom of soybean flour rice cakes! I won't get sick, why can't I eat it!"

"Most gods who indulge their desires don't end well." Ema said irrefutably, "In order to become an excellent god, please exercise more restraint!"

I looked at Ema's serious work profile, and suddenly thought of the scenes of ordinary families getting along when they were in the village.

"Are emas my family?" I asked.

The hand holding the prayer card paused, Ema put down the prayer card, and turned her head to me: "Of course."

"I will always be with the adults."

The clear voice was like jade beads falling on the plate, but it was loud. I looked at Ema, and his face was as gentle as ever with a smile.

"What's wrong?" Ema looked at me in a daze.

"nothing……"

A strange feeling suddenly appeared, I seem to have heard this sentence somewhere...

[Record - September 2006 ** County ** Village

Super magic spirit **confirmed to be removed

Death toll at the scene: 78, Missing: 2

Confirmed missing persons: Gojo Satoru, ****]

Xia Youjie came out of the interrogation room with an unconcealable exhaustion on his face.

"Are you okay?" Jiarui Glass cast a reversal spell on him.

Xia Youjie gave her a grateful look. From the afternoon of the day before yesterday until now, he has been staying in the interrogation room, seeing different people answering their same questions.

"What happened then? Please be more specific."

"Is Gojo Satoru confirmed to have disappeared? Do you have any other plans?"

Xia Youjie rubbed his temples and frowned, and was forced to repeat it over and over again, but he couldn't figure it out himself.

"Specific? That's how it is. In an instant, nothing happened and then disappeared."

"We have no other plans, and Satoru won't make such jokes."

The scene was completely sealed off, so the news that Gojo Satoru would disappear in a short while has not been spread, but the high-level conjurers have already become chaotic.

When Xia Youjie's negative answer was heard, the desperate expression on his face was hard to ignore.

"Anyway, let's take a rest first."

In front of the dormitory, Jia Ruozi comforted: "It's not your fault, and the sky hasn't fallen yet, let's recover well before the end of the world comes!"

Xia Youjie lay on the bed and closed his eyes, but he kept repeating the scene of that day in his mind.

The red-eyed villagers, the crazy high-level...

"Om - hum -"

The phone vibrates when it receives the message.

Xia Youjie turned on the phone, "What!"

With his exhausted body, Xia Youjie found Ye Mozheng in front of him.

"Why did the high-level officials issue such a judgment?!"

The latest news of the verdict came from the phone:

[As for the matter of ** Village, according to the regulations of the spell, the magician Wujo Wu was removed from the spell session, and **** was determined to be a super-level spell spirit to appoint *** to be removed. ]

Underneath the news of the verdict was Xia Youjie's order to remove Amber Liuli from the top management.

"Why do you want to remove Ming Wu and give Hu Po an order to remove it?"

"The deaths of the villagers were not caused by them."

This group of villagers absorbed too much from the magic spirit, so they died on the spot after the magic power to maintain their vital signs was withdrawn.

Noctua was silent for a long time before saying: "This is already the maximum I can strive for."

"Feel sorry."

Xia Youjie stared blankly at Noctua Moth for a long time, then turned around and ran back to the dormitory, opened the door and saw Jiajin Nizi who was playing a game.

"Yo!" Nitro waved at him.

"...Do you know the judgment of the upper echelons on Satoru and Kohaku?"

"I know." Nitro put down the handle, "Actually, Xia You, you were going to be expelled, but the upper management gave up the sentence against you under the persuasion of Teacher Ye Moth."

"……why?"

"On the surface, it is to draw an end to the death incident, but in fact, it is because interests have been violated."

"Those villagers are the materials provided by some of the upper echelons to the magic spirit by default."

"Ha." Xia Youjie didn't know what expression he should have, "Is that so?"

Jia Ruozi lowered his head and squeezed the handle in his hand, "In the final analysis, it's because we are not strong enough."

"Well...but I believe that guy Satoru will definitely show up again!"

Xia Youjie clenched his fist unconsciously, and the veins on the back of his hand bulged.

——Absolutely, absolutely must become stronger!

The weirdness has continued since that day, and my mind often has some strange familiarity.

On this day, the dessert presented is called Xijiufu.

I looked at the soft and sticky Xi Jiufu but didn't open my mouth for a long time.

"Is it not to your taste? My lord." The attendant asked timidly beside him.

"No." I picked up Xikufu and bit down, "Where's Ema?"

"Master Ema went down to inspect today."

After a long time, the attendants also know that Ema is not an ordinary person, and he is especially valued by me, so he also respects him, but many things are still handled by Ema.

"Really." I ate the last bite, clapped my hands and picked up the rest of Kikufu, "I'll go find him."

On the street, Ema is collecting feedback information, because there are a lot of prayers every day, and there are people with the same name and the same sex, so there are also cases where two people's wishes come true in disorder.

Ema was dragged and asked repeatedly by the old lady, with a gentle smile on her face, without a hint of impatience.

I was by the side, but I always felt that something was wrong, and I unconsciously imagined a grumpy ema in my mind.

"My lord? What's the matter?" Ema noticed me and came over after finishing talking with the grandmother.

"It's okay." I handed Xi Jiufu to him, "You've worked hard, do you want to eat?"

Ema obediently ate the rest of Kikufu, and thanked me happily.

"How do you feel?" I asked, "Do you like to eat?"

"It's delicious, thank you sir." Ema smiled at me gently as always.

I accompanied Ema to collect feedback information, but on the way I was thinking about the whispers of the attendant.

——Master Ema doesn't seem to like desserts, and the ones that are delivered every day are basically untouched.

In fact, it is just a matter of personal preference, but I always think that Ema should like desserts, and they are deadly sweet.

I looked at the boy's gentle side face, but the feeling of weirdness in my heart became heavier and heavier.

"Wa hahaha!"

In the distance, children were playing with a ball, and a little girl in a kimono tossed the flower ball in her hand high.

"Dingling bell——" the crisp bell sound seemed to ring in my heart.

"What's wrong?" Ema next to me looked worriedly at me who suddenly froze, "Are you too tired?"

The sense of weirdness disappeared in an instant, and the little girl and her friends in sight laughed together, as if there was nothing special about it.

"Don't worry." I smiled comfortingly at Ema.

Maybe it's because I'm too tired...

The author has something to say:

I saw that someone didn't quite understand it, so I will explain it.

To put it simply, Ema uses spells to realize their various wishes, but not everyone can bear the spell power required by the spell, so the dead bird.

And because they have been in contact with the magic power for too long, the villagers who have endured it have become accustomed to the magic power of Ema, just like people walking with a cane. After Ema retracted the magic power, they fell down (but still because It's been too long, and it's been influenced from generation to generation, so the villagers burp directly)

The words now are influenced by Ema's spell, and both of them are in Ema's spell.

Therefore, the little angels who buy Ema stocks should be cautious (signal issued)

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