"Excuse me, do you believe in gods?" A boy bent down and asked an old man sitting on the roadside for a break.
It was the beginning of summer, and the cool breeze blew through the rice fields, stirring up waves of green waves. There were layers of sweat on people's foreheads under the scorching sun.
"Children, you are so simple. How can there be any gods in this world? What people worship is just desire. Those who seek peace, happiness, marriage, wealth and power are all caused by desire."
In this small village with simple folk customs and long history, most of the myths about the gods are passed down from generation to generation by the elderly. They scold their descendants for disrespecting the gods, clasping their hands and muttering something, but the old man in front of them is very special.
"Grandpa, you are talking nonsense, someone has been protected by the gods!"
"Hahahaha, little boy." The old man took off his straw hat and put it on his hand to fan himself.
"If you believe it, you have it; if you don't believe it, you don't have it."
After saying that, the old man set off, took the braided rope and sat on his donkey. With a wave of the reins, the bell on the donkey's chest rang again and gradually disappeared.
Intention: Dedicated to the people in the world who are going through calamity. You will not always be bad. God does not allow everyone to be a fallen angel.