The temple collapsed, the god awoke, and I became the only temple keeper in the modern world.
They said the incense had gone cold. I said online traffic was the new merit.
They said the gods were dead. I said livestreaming was the new altar.
A fifty-cent tip, and dead wood bursts into spring;
A prayer in the comments, and every evil spirit scatters;
A screen full of gifts, and the earth’s ley lines reconnect.
Then an excavator broke through a thousand-year-old seal, and a faceless fiend crawled out from beneath the mountain.
Then the Bureau of Paranormal Investigation showed me an official notice in red, ordering me to “cooperate with the research.”
Then a mysterious person tipped one hundred thousand and left a message consisting of just two words:
“Kill the god.”
I gripped the ancient Qin Banliang coin passed down through my family and looked at the millions of viewers in my livestream.
It was time to let the world know:
The old gods aren’t dead. They’ve simply found a new way to answer prayers.
And the first descent of a new god needs every one of you to hit Follow.
A Note from the Author
This is a story about an ancient deity forced to learn livestream selling.
It’s also a story about a modern young man who accidentally inherits a thousand-year-old mission.
You’ll see:
· A mountain god studying The Livestream Operations Handbook
· An ancient Qin Banliang coin that can connect to Wi-Fi
· Secrets blacked out in the Bureau of Paranormal Investigation’s files
· How comments can become sealing incantations
· And what kind of “god” will be created when online traffic becomes the new incense
Welcome to the world of Cyber Mountain God.
Here, every like accumulates merit.
Every share strengthens the seal.
And you, dear reader
Your reading itself is an offering of incense.
