The old things I repaired have become fine

Chapter 470 Shen Le: I should be under the car, I shouldn’t be forced to be fed dog food
Shen Le didn't pay attention when the little girl first came in.

He was still walking around in the temple, looking at the statue in the center:
He had never seen that statue before, and it was not among the clay sculptures used for weddings.

Moreover, the size, style, and ornateness of the decoration of the statue were completely different from those small clay sculptures he had restored:
In terms of volume and the amount of soil used, the difference is probably dozens or even hundreds of times;

In terms of the complexity of the decorations, the necklaces, sashes, jade belts and belt hooks around the waist, ribbon rings, and so on, all kinds of decorations are dozens of times more complicated.

It is clear at a glance that the deity is the object of the sculptor and the people's full respect and sincere love...

"So who are you?"

Shen Le frowned, looked up at the statue, and tried hard to remember every detail in his mind - maybe he would have to take a test on it in the future, no, he would have to practice it himself.

The deity has a handsome appearance and a face like a jade, which is a very orthodox and common image of a military general, and moreover, a very positive image of a military general.

There is no vertical eye between his eyebrows, his weapon is not a three-pointed double-edged sword, and there is no dog squatting at his feet, so he should not be Erlang Shen;

He is not wearing a green robe, nor has a red face. He is not holding a Green Dragon Crescent Blade or a scroll. He is not Guan Gong.

The weapon he used was not a gun, and there was no silver-armored, white-robed, twin-hammer general beside him. Perhaps, perhaps, he was not Yue Wang either...

Not to mention, our people sometimes let themselves go when it comes to making statues of gods.

Not only can a god have seven or eight different appearances, but they also often create unheard-of local gods and inexplicable gods:
The famous Du Fu Du Shiyi was miswritten as "Du Shiyi", which means he was divided into ten women and matched with five bearded men. Can you believe it?
By the way, the real identity of these five handsome bearded men is Wu Zixu, who was falsely called "Five Bearded Men" and then portrayed as five men with long beards...

With all these messy interference items piled up, Shen Le, with his limited knowledge of statues, really couldn't guess who it was.

Fortunately, after he turned around twice, the entire palace suddenly changed, attracting all of Shen Le's attention.

The sounds of noisy footsteps, chattering, and the faint popping of candles suddenly disappeared, as if they had been cleared away with a single click.

Shen Le turned his head in surprise and found that the entire palace suddenly became dark and deep, the area expanded dozens of times, and the palace rose dozens of times.

The huge statue of a military general in the center of the temple and the smaller statues on both sides all seemed to come alive, lowering their heads and staring at the center.

In the two wings of the temple and even in the back hall, countless statues of gods also gathered there.

Cow heads, sheep heads, dog heads, snake heads, even the rooster head flying in the sky, and the turtle head hiding in the corner, all crowded together, stretching their heads to look inside:
"This……"

"This is……"

"This girl is..."

The little girl who came to burn incense didn't know that she was being watched by so many people. She didn't even know that she had left the temple in the secular sense and entered a place similar to the realm of gods.

She just tried to stand on tiptoe, put three of the cheapest incense sticks into the incense burner, and tried to adjust the position so that it would burn steadily in the incense burner.

This job is really difficult for a little girl of seven or eight years old.

She was almost hanging on the incense table, and her tattered skirt left a thick layer of dust on the incense table, and even made a crackling sound, leaving a tear on it.

If she hadn't been born in a warm and loving family, she would probably have been beaten when she returned home just for the dirt and the cracks.

However, the girl did not notice the damage to her clothes. She stepped back a few steps, knelt on the prayer mat, put her hands together, and bowed once, and then again:
"God bless me... May my mother get better... May my father come home... May I not be hungry tonight and tomorrow..."

She kept mumbling to herself, whispering prayers. Her hands, clasped together in front of her chest, were red and swollen, with at least four or five chilblains on them, and cracks of varying sizes crisscrossing each other.

She chanted quietly for a long time before she bowed again, turned around and walked out.

All the ghosts and gods in the hall held their breath and stared at her without blinking. A dog head that crawled under the feet of the statue seemed to be eager to sniff her skirt and lick her fingers.

The little girl walked out step by step, and the entire divine domain extended like a tide, enveloping her. It stretched all the way outside the temple, and suddenly the tide receded, leaving her alone under the bright sun.

Shen Le tilted his head, feeling as if he heard something:
Who is sighing?
Who is reluctant to leave?

So, who is this little girl that deserves the attention of so many gods and ghosts?

The temple was completely silent. All the statues stood quietly in their positions, literally like clay sculptures or wooden sculptures, without any movement at all.

Those cow heads, sheep heads, dog heads, and snake heads that were just huddled together and looking around had returned to their original positions without anyone noticing, as if nothing had happened...

Shen Le turned around in confusion, but could not find the key. Alas, these statues ignored him. Perhaps he could only look for clues on the little girl?
He quickened his pace and hurried out. After passing through one palace after another, he suddenly saw the little girl sitting in a secluded place outside the mountain gate, holding half a pancake and biting it carefully.

The biscuit was extremely dry and hard, yellow with a black tint, and had some suspicious hard objects in it. God knows how much rice bran, wheat bran, etc. were mixed in it.

The little girl had a very difficult time eating. After taking a bite, she had to moisten the food with saliva for a long time before she could swallow it with her neck straight.

Shen Le was really distressed watching from the side. He turned around and around, and he just hated himself for being a memory and unable to help:

If I could really go back in time to history, instead of handing over a bottle of hot water - or a bottle of mineral water, at least I could use the water-repelling technique to summon a ball of water, right?
After all, if the talisman can repel water, it can also control water...

The little girl finally finished the cake, then reached into her pocket and took out a fruit with great care. It was not big, only enough to cover the palm, and the surface was half red and half yellow.

She took a careful bite and grimaced at the sour taste, tears welling up in her eyes. But at this moment, a little boy came over and tugged at her collar:

“Sister…” The little boy was dressed in brocade clothes, but they obviously didn’t fit him well. The cuffs of his shirt revealed his wrist joints, and his trouser legs were long and dragged on the ground, splashed with mud and water.

His cheeks were plump, chubby and cute, probably from a good family - at least a family that had enough food to eat every day. However, his face was covered with chapped red patches and his lips were chapped. It was unknown how long he had been left out.

At this moment, he timidly grabbed the little girl and whispered:

"Sister, I'm hungry..."

The little girl hesitated visibly. She stared at the boy for a moment and began to search her pockets:
One or two, three or four, five or six fruits were arranged in a row on her open palm.

The large fruits can be circled between the thumb and index finger, while the small ones are only as big as a knuckle or even smaller.

Some are red, some are yellow, and some are even a little green. I guess they don’t taste good.

She looked at the wild fruits with longing, gritted her teeth, and stretched out her hand to the little boy:

"Come on, eat!"

The little boy hesitated for a moment, picked up the largest and reddest fruit from the strange girl's hand, and put it into his mouth.

As soon as he took a bite, his eyes were filled with tears because of the sour taste. He spat out the fruit with a sound of "Puh". Just as he was about to cry, the little girl had already bent down to pick up the fruit and held it in her hands with great care:
“This is edible!”

"You can eat this? It's so sour!!!"

“It’s really edible!”

The little girl looked at the saliva-soaked red fruit with regret on her face and wanted to put it into her mouth, but after thinking about it, she felt too embarrassed to do it.

After hesitating for a moment, she picked out another slightly larger fruit, broke it into two halves, handed one half to the boy, and put the other half into her mouth:
"eat!"

She gritted her teeth, trying not to let her face turn pale from the sourness, and finally swallowed half of the fruit.

Across from him, the little boy hesitated and carefully bit a corner of the fruit, still hissing from the sour taste:
“Is this really edible?”

"You're such a eater! If you don't eat it, I will!"

Perhaps he couldn't resist the rumbling of his stomach, the empty and aching stomach, so the little boy gritted his teeth and stuffed the fruit into his mouth.

Then, we shared these sour fruits, one for each of us, and managed to appease our stomachs.

After finishing the last fruit, the little boy held his stomach and wanted to ask for more food. Suddenly, a woman's voice came from afar:

"Ajie! Ajie——"

The little boy suddenly turned around and ran far away in the direction where the woman was shouting.

The little girl sat alone on the rock, watching him run, watching him throw himself into the woman's arms, watching the woman go limp and hug him tightly:

"Ajie! Master Jie! Where have you been? I finally found you..."

No matter whether that little boy was lost or not, there were always adults to take care of him, to protect him, and to shelter him from the wind and rain.

The little girl lowered her head, touched her still rumbling stomach, and shrank her small body again:
But she was left with only herself and her seriously ill mother.

Can my mother’s illness be cured?

As she lowered her head and pondered, a fox suddenly jumped out and landed beside her. It rubbed her knees, licked her palms with its wet tongue, and then swept her calves with its big tail:

Don't be sad, don't be sad!
you and us!
And us too!
"is her!"

“I can smell this smell!”

Behind Shen Le, a group of fox demons, dog demons, yellow foxes, and bird demons standing on the trees were looking around and chattering:

"I can smell it too! It's the old master's scent! That's right, it's definitely the old master's bloodline!"

"Yes, Miss! It's our Miss!"

"Oh oh oh oh!"

"We found the lady! Make her something delicious! Bring her some money back! Take care of her! Take good care of her!"

Shen Le: So this is the lady who is getting married?

You brought me here to force-feed me dog food?

　I added one more update today because it is recommended...

　　I will try my best to update 10,000 words today, hmm.

(End of this chapter)