[BL, MTL] Lamb Trap (Unlimited Flow)

Chapter 50: Mud Buddha (2)

Lin Huaisheng had an intuition that this rain was very critical.

Not only because of the strange attitude of the believer under him, but the background introduction at the beginning of the dungeon also pointed directly at the rain. The old gods fell and the new gods took their place. The fundamental reason was that the mountain had been dry for a long time without rain. People couldn't live longer, and they began to pray for rain crazily.

The rain is the climax of this story and the beginning of this dungeon.

The rain outside the temple has turned from heavy to light, but the man still maintains his original posture leaning against the feet of the Bodhisattva statue. His young and healthy body was full of anger, and most of the ends of his hair were dry in a short while. Now that Lin Huaisheng has difficulty moving, he envies such a living body the most.

In the lonely Bodhisattva Temple and the only believer, there seems to be those cheers from a distance. The sound was far away, coming from the village, from the col to the mountain. With the gradual recovery of divine power, Lin Huaisheng could hear farther away, while the man ran in the opposite direction to these voices. Both of them understood that after today, people would be even more fanatical about the new God.

Lin Huaisheng looked at his seat. His current situation is delicate and ridiculous. Even if he is a god, his final life is tied to an ordinary person. If the other party left him, perhaps Lin Huaisheng would die in oblivion without even leaving this temple.

The man also recovered from his gaffe just now. He raised his head, his eyes were red, there were still some wet water marks on his face, and the roots of his hair that were not completely dried were still dripping, which were still his tears. He stood up, didn't care about his face, but wiped his hands clean, straightened the tribute plate, found the incense sticks stored in the corner, lit a small handful, inserted it into the incense burner, and then silently wiped the incense ash that he sprinkled just now .

There was no wind in the temple, and the green smoke should have risen straight, but it seemed to be blown away by someone's breath. The pious didn't notice it at all, but suddenly, he felt something caressing the corner of his swollen eye, and the pain subsided immediately. He was startled, but he was still hesitant, or he didn't dare to give hope in his heart.

"I really miss you so much..." The

man murmured to himself, he didn't have any expression when he said this, he was unmoving, it was the emptiness and numbness after venting his emotions.

Before the words were finished, there was a sound at his feet. He looked down, and there was an umbrella beside the futon.

This was not brought by him, and it has never been seen in the temple, not to mention its simple and simple style. It is an oiled paper umbrella, the smell of tung oil is still obvious, the color of the umbrella surface follows the base cloth on the table, it is dark yellow.

The man was completely stunned in place, with his back bent and his eyes fixed on this unbelievable umbrella. Then, his whole body trembled and trembled, with blue veins covering the corners of his forehead to the end of his eyebrows. Fearing that someone would snatch it from him, he grabbed the umbrella in his arms, and only after he was sure that it was his own and no one could snatch it away, he cautiously loosened his grip.

The man didn't even have a futon mat, and he kowtowed to the Bodhisattva statue on the ground.

"You responded to me, you responded to me-"

Lin Huaisheng wanted to treat his only believer better, and when he saw that his forehead was scratched, he cast another spell to stop the man from being harsh on himself.