A long time ago, there was a temple in which a little water god was enshrined. He was not famous and often gave oracles, but they were basically all nonsense. Gradually, the few believers disappeared. His temple was in a dilapidated state, the wooden pillars were full of cracks, and there was a writing brush placed on the small shrine.
"God, please send an oracle."
A believer knelt in front of the shrine. The brush on the shrine moved spontaneously and wrote a few words:
I said it's sunny today
The believer glanced at the "oracle", his face suddenly turned bad, and he cursed:
"Damn it! You're wasting my paper! You're the water god, not the weather forecaster!"
After saying that, he turned around and walked to the popular "Shike" Water Temple next to him.
The brush wilted visibly, and the little water god thought that this might be his last believer. After all, no one would believe that he would ascend and become a real water god.
In the evening
A child of about eight years old wearing evergreen gauze clothes walked into his temple. His green clothes did not fit him well, and the hem of the clothes was far behind. There was also a faint red rouge on his mouth, which looked very deliberate.
He silently took out a few candles that were about to burn out and placed them on the shrine.
The little water god was very interested in him, and the brush started to move on its own:
"The ruin has come, why are you here?"
The child answered:
"I love the light to the point of burning myself, and I love God to the point of dying. I came here because of the ruin. I have admired it for a long time, but finally I saw it, and I will never forget it."
Suddenly there was lightning and thunder in the sky, dark clouds were gathering, and there was a "rumbling" sound——
The new water god ascends
Purpose: justice