The Old God Has Lost His Name, and I Am Writing and Returning to My Place

The day I was laid off, A hearse circled seven times in front of the Earth Temple in Old Street. Three rings in the coffin, Roll call on red paper: Find Lin Xu and write back the name on the temple door. Seven hours ago, I just refused to change "the land of return" to "the land of good luck", Got kicked out. They say the old gods have no flow. They say the return of the dead is worthless. They also say that reality that cannot be realized is no different from non-existence. Until that night, I saw the earth god who was about to disappear kneeling in the rain, Please write down his real name for me. Since then, I have opened the incomplete book "The Strategy of Conferring Gods in the World". When the dead return seven times, the land loses its name; If outsiders imitate mother's words, the doorkeeper is blind; A cold stove spontaneously ignites in the middle of the night, which means the stove king is blackened by the flames of resentment; Windfall brings chaos to the city, and the God of Wealth is exchanged for his life; Corpses sank in the old river because the city god forgot whose crime he should try. They are not trying to return to the altar. They just almost forgot why they should still exist. My name is Lin Xu. Don't cultivate immortality, don't catch ghosts, don't invite gods to your body. I only do one thing - Diagnose the old god and write the book. The old god has lost his name, and I am returning to my original post.