Water elemental became a god, ultimately becoming the master of heaven, earth, mountains, and rivers

Chapter 56 Translation of the State Letter
In a humble room.

Scholar Ma dipped his brush in ink, drew an 'X' on the paper, and carefully moved the scrap paper aside, intending to use it for practicing calligraphy and writing.

The government allocated this ribbed paper; it was pure white, soft, and supple, as smooth as water—a top-quality paper.

Although Ma Xiucai disliked the practice of selling official positions and was unwilling to spend money to buy a post, he was still a scholar.

But since this is a freebie that's practically handed to me, and I can get reimbursed anyway, why wouldn't I take advantage of it?

Scholar Ma rubbed his temples and said,

"The head of the Translation Bureau was illiterate and a boorish man. He entrusted the task of translating the national documents to Inspector Feng."

Feng Jicha suddenly fell seriously ill and stayed at home. Helpless, he handed the official letter to the interpreter.

The interpreter was preparing to translate when he suddenly broke his leg on his way to his shift...

Ultimately, Instructor Shen took on the task, but he knew nothing about the script of the Qianning Kingdom, which is why he had no choice but to turn to me.

Seeing that the white candle wick had forked, Madam Ma put down her clothes, got up, and twisted the wick together to avoid waste before speaking.

"Old man, didn't you say that those foreigners have all sorts of beliefs and gods? Why don't you believe in one too, pray more, and hope that you'll pass the exam soon, so you won't have to suffer these terrible things anymore!"

Upon hearing this, Scholar Ma shook his head and smiled, not wanting to say more. He then took out another piece of ribbed paper and racked his brains to translate the official document.

God?

There are no gods in this world.

If such a thing existed, why would people suffer so much?

I, Ma, need not do that.

...

What Ma Xiucai didn't know was...

At this very moment, a pair of indifferent eyes were silently watching him.

They even knew exactly what he was thinking, his complaints about the world, and his prayers to the gods.

Chen Shunan had a feeling that as long as he had a thought, he could respond to Ma Xiucai's call.

He manifested divine power and performed miracles.

only……

It requires the consumption of divine power, which is incense offerings.

Chen Shunan immediately abandoned the idea.

poor.

The income is not proportional to the effort.

Strictly speaking, Ma Xiucai is no longer considered a follower of Chen Shunan.

Based on their level of piety, devotees can be categorized as follows:

Visitors: I come to burn incense when I remember, I come to pray when I have a wish, I don't care if it works or not, if it doesn't work I'll just move on to the next one, I can only offer murky and thin prayer power.
Superficial faith: Having witnessed miracles and believing in deities, but without undergoing ordination rites, offering a considerable amount of pure and sincere desire.

Devout believers: Those with sincere faith who make offerings day and night, who have undergone the ordination and transmission of precepts, and who may even serve as walking disciples, spreading the word for the deities, and who can provide genuine incense offerings.

True faith: A fanatical devotion, willing to sacrifice oneself for God, even at the cost of personal sacrifice. Furthermore, it requires a certain level of spiritual cultivation and the ability to provide pure incense offerings…

Including Ma Xiucai, all those who receive welfare are currently considered to be just wanderers.

However, scholars like Ma Xiucai and Xiao Kongzi were among the wanderers who were somewhat close to the divine countenance, making it easier for them to become shallow believers or even devout believers in the future.

Shifting his gaze from Ma Xiucai, Chen Shunan looked at Xiao Kongzi, Li Shicheng, and the others...

After a while.

Chen Shunan stepped down from the throne, left the divine palace, and his consciousness leaped back to reality.

The bright moon shines, the night is high, and its radiant light envelops the earth like water.

He pushed open the window and looked out at the distant sky.

A cold wind brushed my face, and my nostrils twitched.

The willows are sprouting new green leaves, the riverbank is embroidered with green grass, and the air is filled with the fresh scent of the quiet night.

Even from such a distance, Chen Shunan, who was in Chaodou Hutong, could hear it clearly.

This allowed him to experience the joy of being human again.

Sitting high on the altar, receiving incense offerings, possessing only divinity, and looking down upon the devout believers with a strange and detached feeling, made Chen Shunan feel slightly uncomfortable.

However, Chen Shunan also vaguely felt that that divine state would be of immense benefit to him, and perhaps even have other wondrous uses. "Extracting the essence of immortal destiny, transforming from an immortal to a god, achieving the trinity, constructing a divine palace..."

Chen Shunan murmured to himself, his eyes showing a thoughtful expression.

The path of immortals became the source of sustenance for the path of gods.
"Then what kind of essence does Li Tanqi possess?"

However, Chen Shunan soon had no time to think about it anymore.

He looked at the large pearwood chests piled up in the bedroom, the yard, and even the kitchen, leaving no room even on the bed, and his lips twitched.

The Qinggang matches lost the [Xu Fire Tomb] and became ordinary objects, but the hibiscus oil lamps inside naturally returned to their original size.

The key issue is that these hibiscus oils are a hot potato!

It's hard to throw away, hard to sell, and definitely not to burn!

"Don't let me find out who invented the Hibiscus Oil, otherwise I will imprison them in the dungeon, burn their oil, and send them to heaven!"

Helpless, Chen Shunan could only wave his hand.

An invisible aura enveloped the elm boxes in the courtyard, and with a 'whoosh,' the boxes all vanished and reappeared in the divine palace.

The already cramped and small shrine, which occupies only one acre of land, appears even more crowded.

Layer upon layer, piled high.

Even Chen Shunan's place to stay is almost gone.

Upon seeing this, Chen Shunan's face turned as black as coal.

Since things have come to this, let's practice martial arts!

……

Early the next morning.

Sacrificing one's appearance.

[Wish +4]

Heading to the gravel well for shift work.

Chen Shunan discovered another wonderful use for the shrine.

Practicing martial arts is inherently a process of tormenting muscles and bones and testing one's willpower. Too much of a good thing can be bad, as it can not only lead to physical exhaustion and pain, but also place a great burden on one's mental and physical well-being.

Therefore, even those with extraordinary voices, various strange phenomena, and direct descendants of the Martial Arts Academy, have a certain limit to their daily martial arts training time.

Relieving physical fatigue is easy to say.

Massage, medicinal baths, acupuncture, or at the very least, a good night's sleep.

However, there are very few ways to restore one's mental and physical strength.

Wealthy families could develop hobbies like listening to music, walking birds, appreciating jade, and visiting prostitutes, but poor families could only endure hardship and continue sleeping.

Now, Chen Shunan finds himself able to wipe the dust from his spiritual altar and immerse himself in an absolutely rational and indifferent divinity simply by squatting down on the throne of the divine palace.

Once it returns to the human body, it will be full of energy again!

"Does God not need to sleep? Or is my method merely a trial run, a waste of potential..."

Chen Shunan pondered for a moment before walking into the alley.

"Master Chen!"

"Master Chen is here?! Thank you for your trouble, the water cart is ready for you..."

Unlike the previous simple greetings, this time, as soon as Chen Shunan arrived, the water boy by the well and even the water-drawing shop assistant all came over to him.

Those with thick skin rushed forward, addressing him respectfully as "Uncle Chen" and "Brother Chen," helping to support the cart and scoop water into buckets.

Those who were shy stood still, smiling broadly at Chen Shunan. When Chen Shunan looked at them in return, they quickly greeted him with a smile before returning to their own business.

The wardrobe under the awning is clean and bright.

The waterwheel was also fully loaded.

Chen Shunan gripped the handlebars, exclaiming in surprise, only to find the bicycle body solid and stable, with all the creaking and groaning problems of the past gone.

A small figure emerged from the side, speaking with a mixture of awe and ingratiation.
"Uncle Chen, I noticed your waterwheel is quite old, and since I happen to know a little carpentry, I took the liberty of fixing it for you..."

"Mr. Chen, I'm not like that heartless Ahua. Please forgive me, I'm a magnanimous man."

(End of this chapter)