Shrunk by a Wooden Pavilion, I Become a Mountain God in Ancient Times

Lu Li, a soon-to-be graduate on the verge of homelessness, suddenly discovered the secret of his family's ancestral wooden pavilion.

He transmigrated to the Southern Song in search of a way to make his fortune, only to somehow become the mountain god worshipped for generations by the people of Siming Mountain.

Legend had it that a true god dwelled on Siming Mountain, a tale known throughout the surrounding villages. But no one had seen the mountain god manifest in hundreds of years, and the temple had gradually fallen into disrepair.

Several members of Lou Ziyi's family in Yin County had fallen gravely ill one after another, their lives hanging by a thread. With nowhere else to turn, he remembered the legend of the mountain god.

A gentleman should respect the spirits while keeping his distance, but for the first time in his life, Lou Ziyi hoped the mountain god was real.

He brought a generous offering of gold and jewels, knelt before the mountain, and prayed, “Mountain God, please save the lives of my family.”

The impoverished Lu Li popped a few rose myrtle berries into his mouth and looked down at him. “All right.”

Lou Ziyi looked up, saw the strangely dressed “Mountain God,” and froze.