This story is entirely fictitious and any similarity is purely coincidental.
I live in a small village in the north of a second- and fifth-tier city. But some weird and weird things often happen around us. I don't know when my mother started to become a goddess-like figure without me even realizing it.
However, my mother is very different from those goddesses in my impression. On weekdays, she only burns incense and prays to Buddha to keep her family and home safe, but if someone is destined to meet her, she will help them resolve a disaster and create a good relationship.
Therefore, I want to record some of the strange people and things I have met and known, hoping to inspire and comfort people who are confused or superstitious.
The tentative title of the book is "Restoring Disasters", and the first volume is about forming good relationships. Because memories are fragmented, stories are also fragmented. I strive to make each story independent and not affect everyone's reading. Please also read it as a short story in your free time, without taking it seriously. As the saying goes, "If you believe it, you have it; if you don't believe it, you don't have it." That's probably the truth.
Intention: Doing good deeds and accumulating good deeds, endless merits, cycle of cause and effect, unsatisfactory retribution