Who exactly is this little Immortal child?
Where did he come from?
Mo Hua has no impression of him at all.
"When did this happen?"
Old Yu said, "Over a year ago, after Little Shunzi and Little Shuizi were rescued, the villagers opened a Shrine at the back of the village, erected a statue, and even offered incense."
Mo Huaâs gaze flickered, "Can you take me to see it?"
"Of course, but..." Old Yu hesitated, "Benefactor, are you not in a hurry?"
"Iâll just take a look, and leave after I see it."
"Alright then."
Old Yu nodded, instructed his grandsons Little Shunzi and Little Shuizi to look after the house, and then led the way at the front, taking Mo Hua to the back of the village.
The back of the village was still the same as before, with few residents.
The well leading to the Blood-colored Fishing Village was still there; of course, the Formation to open the entrance had already been wiped away by Mo Hua.
And not far from the well, a small Shrine was carved into the cliff.
In front of the Shrine, there was a small offering table with some fruit offerings, and in the center, a small clay figure was worshipped.
Mo Hua looked at this clay figure and fell into contemplation.
This clay figure is a "little Immortal child", rather roughly made, clearly crafted by this group of Fish Cultivators themselves, but it looked nice enough, holding a Golden Sword, sitting majestically in the Shrine, appearing quite dignified.
The key point is, the appearance and eyebrows of this clay figure felt very familiar to Mo Hua...
Mo Huaâs expression was subtle, and he asked Old Yu:
"Why erect the clay figure of this Immortal child?"
Old Yuâs face turned solemn, and he began to explain slowly, "Honestly, benefactor, previously, the cultivators in our village all had the same nightmare..."
"In the nightmare, there was a giant fish monster; its head was as large as a temple, whiskers as thick as trees, fangs glaringly white, its body blood-soaked, looking extremely terrifying as it went everywhere devouring people."
"Just when this fish monster was wreaking havoc, a little Immortal descended from the heavens."
"This little Immortal, shimmering with golden light all over, floated in from the sky, holding a Golden Sword, radiant as the sun. With a wave of his hand, he subdued the monstrous fish, then with a flash of golden light, he swung his Sword down and chopped off the creatureâs head, quelling this disaster, letting our fishing village escape a great calamity..."
Speaking here, Old Yu looked relieved, then sighed and continued:
"But this little Immortal only revealed his form in the dream, came without a trace, and vanished completely after killing the fish monster."
"Grateful for the little Immortalâs kindness, we built this Shrine for him here, erected a Divine Statue, placing offerings during festivals."
"When the year doesnât go well, when storms are too fierce, or when strange things happen, we also come here to burn 30 minutes of incense, praying to this little Immortal with the Golden Sword to maintain the peace, ensuring safety in the region..."
Mo Hua was stunned.
The things Old Yu mentioned, werenât those all things Mo Hua had done...
So in the end...
The Immortal child turned out to be myself?
Mo Huaâs feelings were somewhat complicated.
Feeling curious, he secretly asked Old Yu, "When you pray to me... do you really find praying to this little Immortal effective?"
Old Yu nodded repeatedly, "Itâs effective, itâs effective!"
"Really?"
"Naturally," Old Yu said with a face full of reverence, "If itâs a cloudy rainy spell, praying to this little Immortal child will bring sunshine shortly; if there are no fish to catch, praying will turn luck around; the second Yu one time went into the river and had a leg bitten by a Water Demon, almost dragged into the river, but luckily survived, he said it was fortunate that he prayed to the little Immortal before entering the water, otherwise he might have lost his life..."
"Old Zhaoâs wife at the village head had difficulty giving birth, and it was only after praying to this little Immortal child that both mother and child were saved..."
Mo Hua: "..."
He did not realize he was so powerful, able to protect both mother and child...
"Has there never been a time when it wasnât effective?" Mo Hua asked again.
Old Yu thought for a while, "Occasionally there is, but surely itâs because weâre not sincere enough, or too greedy, asking for too much, so the little Immortal didnât bother with us..."
"Surely, the little Immortal must be very busy, itâs impossible to take care of us all the time, helping us is kind, not helping is justified, we shouldnât hold any grudges."
"A greedy heart will swallow an elephant, if one is too greedy, they will face retribution."
Old Yu said with a serious face, feeling deeply about it.
Mo Hua nodded.
It must be said, Old Yuâs reasoning was quite meticulous.
Mo Hua once again stared at the Shrine, observing the "little Immortal" with the Golden Sword, imposing there, receiving the incense offerings, and a question suddenly surfaced in his mind:
"Can I really consume the incense offerings?" .
He remembered Lord Yellow Mountain said that only deities can consume incense.
How could he, a living person, consume incense?
Moreover, throughout the days he was worshiped as the "little Immortal child" by the villagers of the small fishing village, he felt no special sensations.
If he cannot consume incense, then where have all these incense offerings gone?
Some kind of cause and effect in the unseen?
Mo Hua couldnât figure it out, stared at his clay figure again, suddenly his Divine Thought moved, eyes showing surprise, but he said nothing, instead he addressed Old Yu:
"Iâve seen enough, itâs getting late, Uncle Yu, I should head back."
"Take care, benefactor," Old Yu said, "Let me escort you."
Old Yu personally took Mo Hua to the edge of the village, watched Mo Hua leave from afar, then went back home and instructed his two grandsons:
"Keep the things benefactor gave you safe."
The two kids cherished and carefully tied the Water-Repelling Jade gifted by Mo Hua around their necks. .
Old Yu nodded and said, "Donât underestimate the benefactorâs age, he is a Sect Disciple from a Great Sect, with Superior inheritance, foresight, knowledge, and skills that are first-class."