This is a shrine dedicated to the goddess of plum blossoms.

All things have spirits. Some sacrifice to mountain gods and ghosts, and naturally there are also sacrifices to the Plum Blossom God. But other gods are different. The so-called Plum Blossom Goddess has never appeared as a saint, nor has she performed any miracles. At best, she is just the work of literati and poets after the endless plum blossoms in winter.

Just conjecture.

A hundred years have passed in a hurry, and almost no one remembers this dilapidated shrine. There is only one old village woman in her fifties with gray hair on her temples. And because she is old, she sometimes forgets to offer sacrifices.

The shrine also ceased to have incense.

However, at the moment when Chen Shaojun was writing the poem, an invisible force swept in from all directions and poured into this temple.

Countless plum blossom petals floated into this shrine as if being pulled by an invisible hand.

Buzz!

Without any warning, this dilapidated temple suddenly began to vibrate, especially the yellowed painting of a lady on the wall. Suddenly it seemed to have absorbed some kind of power, bursts of light bloomed, and the paper scrolled, faintly.

To fly into the air.

"This is... the goddess appears. The goddess appears!"

In the shrine, an old woman over fifty looked at the portrait and suddenly became extremely excited.
Chapter completed!