Gods and Buddhas have not disappeared. They jumped down and blocked the cracks in the earth veins with their bodies.
Zhou Ye, a bottom-level operator of a Nancheng Internet company, was on his way home after working overtime at two in the morning.
Encountered a clay statue of a tugong with three broken fingers.
"No one has offered incense in seventy years," the statue said, "but you smell of 'faith'."
Two ancient coins, an ancient well, and a Tang Dynasty painter stepping out of the painting.
The painter said: "You smell like Xuanzang. He has been waiting for you for a thousand years."
The ancestral bronze medal identifies the owner, the back of the hand is covered with black "earthworms", and the three-day countdown begins.
Zhou Ye finally understood: the gods and Buddhas did not fly away, but sank.
Like stones, like raindrops, like moths flying into the fire, they jumped into the cracks in the earth's veins one by one.
And he is the "opener"——
It's not about saving people, it's about letting people below know that there are still people above who remember them.
"You haven't gotten off work yet." Zhou Ye clutched the bronze medal tightly, "I'll open the door."
