I Will Refill the Fragrance of God in the Human World

Cheng Qiling is unemployed and in debt, and just wants to sell the dilapidated temple left by his grandfather to escape. But the day he pushed away the Qinghe Temple, he discovered that the name of the temple had been changed long ago. The land god had lost his name, and only a trace of his soul was left. He couldn't even remember which road he was guarding or which people he was protecting. The old man walked into the construction site by the old way, the incense account was sold as waste paper by the pound, the bluestone in front of the temple was packaged as a check-in attraction, and the name of the old god was changed to "Blessed Lord of Mountains and Seas" by cultural tourism projects. Everyone says it's just old stuff, old names, old trouble. Only Cheng Qiling slowly saw: What has been forgotten is not only the name of God, but also the lives that ordinary people have seriously entrusted to them. He has no magical powers, no backing, and no desire to be a savior. He was just forced to the scene again and again, and stood there for a while longer for those steps that God could not protect. Starting from the land of Qinghe, the Kitchen God, Door God, Yuelao, City God, Wenchang, Medicine King, God of Wealth... One by one, the old gods who lost their names have returned to their places in the world's wishes. Incense is not traffic. Gods are not wish-making machines. In this world, there must always be someone who carefully lights a stick of incense.