Dai Nulan, a passionate researcher of folk religious history.
To study a goddess mural no one had ever heard of, she sold her home and car and blew through all her savings.
Unexpectedly, the eyes in the mural suddenly moved. The world spun around her, and when she woke up, she found herself trapped in a little mountain temple, turned into a clay statue of a god.
She couldn't leave or move, and all she could do was watch little animals come and go every day.
She felt like she'd transmigrated into a fake world.
Well, since she was here, she might as well do some good.
Injured animals? She'd save them.
Injured people? She'd save them too.
Something wasn't right. Why did each rescue give her more freedom? Her range expanded from inside the temple to the foot of the mountain, then to the villages and towns.
Everyone within a hundred li called her the Mountain Goddess Shanlan.
She was quite content with her daily life as a little mountain god.
Until one day, an old Daoist nun came to the mountain, stared at her statue for a long while, then fell to her knees with a thud.
Dai Nulan: ???
I'm just a wild god. Can I really go rebel against the Heavenly Court?!
