When I foolishly believed that there was a Tathagata Buddha in this world, a "beggar" in fashionable clothes with messy hair came to me and told me that he was God and that as long as I believed in him, I could travel through time. What a silly joke. When I was three years old, I took the cross from the little flower next door and exchanged it for lollipops. When I was six years old, I could already pretend to be well-behaved and follow my grandmother to the church, and then play the piano in the church to trick young believers into buying beef jerky. Faced with someone who would make such a joke, all I have to do is call the Third People's Hospital...