The Whole Village Regards Me as a Mountain God, I'm Just a Little Fox

The mountain temple in Qingshan Village has been empty for twenty years. Until a palm-sized white fox was chased by a wild beast in a panic, plunged into the foot of the statue, and shrank into a ball of fur. Early the next morning, the villagers opened the temple door and saw a ball of snow curled up under the statue. Someone shouted with a trembling voice: "The mountain god appears!" So they all knelt down. I was offered up. There are hot porridge, fresh fruits, and newly sewn cotton mats on the table every day. Grandma Zhou's porridge was the most fragrant, Aunt Li's cloth cushions were the softest, and the little girls in the village would secretly stuff wild flowers under the altar table. I want to tell them: I am just a little fox who has just opened up my intelligence, not a mountain god. But Grandma Zhou's hand holding the porridge was too steady. I can't bear them Then a young man in black came. He knelt down and looked at me and said, "You are not a god." The villagers picked up their hoes and drove him out. I gave chase. Because when he stood up, his palms were facing up. That is the gesture that demons use to express "I won't hurt you" to their kind. He didn't realize it himself. Later I found out that he was not here to catch monsters. He is looking for me. I've been looking for it for a thousand years.