Thinking this way, Zheng Fa could somewhat understand why those cultivators with smaller domains looked at him with such envy.
As for controlling clouds and rains, manipulating Yin Yang, and promoting agriculture and sericulture.
Sorry, can't do it!
...
It was finally night time.
No more people came here to worship.
Only a girl stayed behind; she closed the temple's doors and cleaned the floor.
She then took out a dark, coarse cloth and wiped down the altar and the base of the deity's statue.
Zheng Fa watched the girl, unable to discern her age.
Her face looked about seventeen or eighteen.
Yet her figure seemed like that of a thirteen or fourteen-year-old—excessively thin.
Is this my temple priest?
Isn't she a bit too young?
After cleaning, the girl put away the cloth and bowed sincerely towards Zheng Fa, muttering to herself:
"Lord of Thunder God, I'm about to eat your offering! If you disagree, please show a sign!"
Zheng Fa was startled.
