The night was deep, and the fishing lights drifted away.
Behind Ziyang County, the forest was lush.
There was a small path in the mountains, but since this area was close to the Tuojiang waterway, not many took the land route. The mountain path had collapsed due to autumn rains, and no one bothered to clear it.
In a valley behind the mountain stood a small Mountain God Temple.
The incense was sparse, and the temple was almost abandoned, directly facing a quarry, half of the mountain nearly hollowed out. Someone had carved a stone Buddha inside, but only the mold was made before construction halted.
A damaged Mountain God, a damaged stone Buddha.
They looked at each other, inexplicably giving off a comedic feeling.
In the main hall of the Mountain God Temple, the candlelight flickered eerily.
The paint-chipped Divine Statue had fallen to the ground, with clear footprints on it showing that it had been kicked off the platform.