Comprehensive network wizard, magic emperor.

Chapter 47: Chasing the Miracle's Face

On a new day, the men of Shita Town carried hoes and shovels, gathered together while the wind and rain subsided, and hurried to clean up the silt in the rivers and ditches, and temporarily widen and deepen the river mouth.

They went away singing boat songs and shouting slogans as they started working.

Using harpoons and hooks, dozens of people pulled the broken logs from the canal, each one a clap of their hands. Strong men stood knee-deep in water, shoveling away the silt one shovel at a time. Stones piled on the shore were packed into wicker baskets and carried away on the backs of strong sailors.

Every household mobilized all the laborers they could. Even the laziest idler was driven out of his home by his wife and parents and asked to help out at the river.

The mayor and officials patrolled everywhere with umbrellas, and a few young boys were used as errand runners by them to pass messages between the construction workers on the ditches and rivers. They would dispatch idle labor from various places to wherever there was a need for manpower or where there was danger.

The scarred sailor brought the most men to work at the estuary. The water flow of rivers and ditches was fighting against the sea water here. When the flow rate decreased, the mud and debris in the water would be deposited, which would continuously raise the riverbed and cause the water level upstream to rise continuously.

After clearing the estuary, the drainage speed may be able to keep up if we encounter heavy rain like last night.

The men took a break from their busy schedules to talk about the wonders of the previous night and the terrifying miracle worker. Not everyone had seen him in person; some residents whose homes had not been flooded had not seen the three-eyed skull floating past their windows.

Scarface was skeptical about this statement. He had repaired his house very solidly and it had not suffered any disaster. However, he missed the biggest topic of conversation today.

Every normal person will always be wary of strange things that suddenly appear in their home.

Of course, he also saw the repaired houses and walls, the molten iron seeping into the cracks in the walls, and the tightly fitted doors and windows. This craftsmanship was truly miraculous.

Because there is so much irrefutable evidence, no one can deny the existence of miracles. This raises even more serious questions: What is the identity and purpose of the miracle worker? Is he human or a ghost? Is he here to save the world, or does he have other agendas?
There were too many townspeople with such doubts. When the men spontaneously gathered together to clean the waterways, the women and the elderly went to the church to seek answers from the priests of the Five Gods.

In last night's sudden rain, the staff residences behind the church were also affected. Whether it was the collective dormitory for the servants or the priest's hut, the accumulated water was rushing endlessly.

The page boys, young and frail, hid in the top bunks of their bunk beds like a flock of shivering birds in their nest.

The latch of the old priest's hut was broken, so he had to block the door with tables and chairs, but the accumulated water kept lashing against it and rushed in. The cold rain made his wrinkled toes sting unbearably.

He recited the scriptures of the Five Gods, seeking the favor of fate from the Father, the continuation of life from the Good Mother, the endless energy from the warriors, and the cleverness of escape from the craftsmen.

But fate has left him, his life has come to an end, his energy has faded with the years, and his ingenuity has been buried in his mind.

In the most helpless moment, one can only beg the old man for help. He protects all marginalized people in the world, the neglected weak, those who become a burden in the family, and those who are lonely and helpless walking in darkness and danger.

That's when the Miracle Walker appeared. As the blue whale oil lamp outside the window approached, the dark, gloomy skull face gazed at the priest kneeling in the water and praying.

The accumulated water in the house rolled back, the broken wooden bolt flew up and pieced together to form a wooden lock, the wide gap in the door was blocked by the regrown wooden board, and the shaky iron hinges were fastened again.

As the lights faded, only a thin layer of dampness remained on the ground. The house, trembling in the wind and rain, fell silent again. Not far away, the screams and cries of the servants could be heard, quickly transforming into cries of joy at having escaped death.

The kneeling old priest pursed his lips and praised the old man again and again. He dipped his fingers in the yellow mud on the ground and drew a circle on his forehead to indicate the face of worshiping miracles.

Early in the morning, the old priest and the servants worked together to drain the water in the church, clean the floor, polish the tables and chairs, light the candles, and burn the incense.

Women and old people came together, seeking answers to their questions. They walked into the church, which seemed to have not suffered any disaster, and cried out in surprise at the embroidered tapestry of the Five Gods hanging deep in the church.

According to the rules, the portrait of the Holy Father is often placed in the center, the Good Mother is on the left, the Warrior is on the right, and the craftsmen and the old man stand on both sides.

Now, in the Stone Tower Church, the old man's tapestry is placed in the center, the most revered position, with the Holy Father on the left, the Good Mother on the right, and the Craftsman and the Warrior on either side.

The old priest hadn't slept all night. As soon as the rain subsided slightly before dawn, he hurriedly took his whale oil lamp and entered the church through a side door, changing the order of the tapestry paintings. When the pageboys asked him why, he said the tapestries had changed spontaneously, it was God's will.

But when the townspeople heard this, many of them expressed doubts.

The old priest insisted that this was God's will, irrefutable, and recounted the scene he had witnessed last night, which happened to be the miracle worker that every believer who came to the church was most concerned about. In a calm and serious tone, the priest declared that the one who performed the gift of salvation was the incarnation of the old man.

"Shita Town is a miraculous place protected by the old man. We are all people loved by God." The old priest's words moved the people.

The young woman asked doubtfully, "But what should we do if we don't believe in the elderly?"

"The Five Gods are one." The old priest nodded. "The old man is one of His aspects. Since the old man loves and cares for us, the other four gods do the same."

This was the answer they wanted. When they believed this, a strange and secretive atmosphere filled the air. Some people felt a shiver of electricity running through their spines. Everyone looked at each other and felt that they were more approachable than before.

The old priest asked everyone to recite the Five Gods' Scriptures and inquire about the disaster. He learned that many livestock had drowned the previous night, so he suggested that each family take out some food, pool it, and share it equally with everyone in the town.

The women agreed in unison. With their diligent hands and feet, they peeled and cleaned the drowned poultry and livestock, took out the stored vegetables, and sent them to the church along with firewood and hanging pots. Smoke rose from the open space as everyone worked together to cook a feast.

Bread, stew, roasted leeks, fried chicken breasts, etc. were spread out on the long table in the church hall. The old people took some of each dish, packed them into meals, and asked the children to run errands to deliver them to the construction site so that every working man could have a full meal.

"Take these to the lighthouse. Be careful on the road and don't fall." Grandma Wei Li handed a wicker basket to the two teenagers.

"To the Night's Watch?"

"Yes. Give it to him and tell him that we are all very grateful to him." The old woman smiled.

"It's hard work keeping a lighthouse." A boy nodded in agreement, "And he healed my mother's injury."

"Hurry up, hurry up!" They chased after her with a smile. Wei Li couldn't help but shout at them again, asking them to be careful on the road.

Headland Lighthouse.

It was daybreak and the night watchman woke up.

He moved his hands and feet to relieve the fatigue and soreness. The side effects of taking a large amount of whale oil medicine had not yet subsided. His stomach felt a little uncomfortable and his consciousness seemed to be floating in the clouds. His thoughts were so slow that he forgot his previous thoughts. He stood there for a long time before realizing that he should get some hot food to fill his stomach.

dong dong dong-

There was a knock on the door, and two breathless teenagers carried a wicker basket into the lighthouse, greeting with a smile: "Night watchman, night watchman! We're bringing you lunch!"

Lin Bo took a jar from the shelf, took out two dark blue pills and handed them to them. They had a slightly bitter taste in the mouth, but more of a sweet aftertaste, and a refreshing cool feeling from the throat to the stomach.

"good to eat!"

Lin Bo took the food out of the basket and asked them who sent it. The young men talked to each other and gave a detailed account of the big project in the town, in which every household was mobilized.

"Good news." The night watchman laughed. He was unable to widen the river last night. Now, hundreds of young and strong laborers were mobilized, which could resist the natural disaster better than the wizard's spell power.

The two children skipped away, carrying wicker baskets filled with herbal pills. Lin Bo sat at the table, slowly enjoying his sumptuous lunch.

(End of this chapter)