The moment the blue-black golden figure at the bottom of the well opened its eyes, the entire Rain Temple fell silent.

The rain stopped in mid-air.

Thunder stopped in the clouds.

Even the green and white umbrella in Jiang Zhaoxue's hand seemed to be held down by some invisible force, and the umbrella ribs made a subtle trembling sound.

Xu Huanshan squatted at the mouth of the well, with 372 bloody handprints on his chest split open at the same time. The pain was so painful that he could hardly hear the sounds outside.But the more it hurts, the more awake he becomes.

Because the pain means the account is still there.

As long as the account is still there, people haven’t lost yet.

The old man at the bottom of the well looked up at him, his skinny face full of fear.

"Don't let it come out..."

Xu Huanshan looked at the small golden statue on the old man's chest.

The thing was not big, only about the size of a fist, like a shrunken rain god statue.But as soon as it opened its eyes, the huge green-black monster in the temple stopped.

Xu Huanshan suddenly understood.

The monster in the front hall is not the Rain God himself.

It is a debt shell.

It is a shell sewn together by incense, corpse debt, temple bricks, black water, and blood over the years.

The real rain god has always been hidden in the body of Miao Zhu at the bottom of the well.

"Are you the temple blessing?" Xu Huanshan asked.

The old man nodded with difficulty.

"Blessings from Huaishui Temple, Zhou Wenli."

Xu Huanshan's eyebrows moved.

"Who is hanging behind the statue?"

The old man's lips trembled.

"My shadow."

Jiang Zhaoxue stood by the well with a cold expression.

"Incense substitute technique."

Xu Huanshan looked at her.

Jiang Zhaoxue said: "The temple wishes to serve the gods all year round, and the gods' incense will be on their bodies. If the gods take a ray of their shadow and reshape it with incense mud, they can create a substitute corpse."

"So the body outside is not human?"

"It's a fake death made by the gods."

Xu Huanshan laughed.

"The living people make the fingerprints of the dead, and the dead are fake dead. The accounts in this temple are really getting dirtier every time."

In the direction of the front hall, the rain god's debt shell finally let out a hoarse roar.

"Zhou Wenli!"

The old man at the bottom of the well trembled suddenly.

The rain god's debt shell crawled towards the backyard step by step, dragging its huge body across the temple bricks, and the black water snaked behind it.

"I spared your life and asked you to make the box of the divine body. But you dare to leak the secret?"

The old man looked down at the golden body on his chest and said painfully: "I have served you for thirty years, guarding the temple for you, repairing your statues, and lighting incense for you. I thought you could really protect the land and water."

His voice became lower and lower.

"But ten years ago...you asked me to lay fingerprints on dead people."

Xu Huanshan's eyes darkened.

"Go on."

The old man closed his eyes.

"Ten years ago, there was a severe drought in Huaishui Village. The Linghe River in the well was originally willing to borrow water to save the village, but the Linghe River was a demon vein, and the Heavenly Debt Institute did not recognize the demon clan's gods. So the Green Umbrella Man came."

"The Green Umbrella Man asked you to record the rainfall in the Linghe River to the Rain God's account?"

The old man nodded.

"He said that demons cannot testify, and demons cannot enjoy incense. Since the rain has fallen, it should be under the name of the righteous god."

Jiang Zhaoxue said coldly: "Who gave him the power?"

The old man smiled miserably.

"Tianyiyuan."

Xu Huanshan asked: "What about the dead man's fingerprints?"

Muddy tears flowed from the old man's eyes.

"I refused to press the button. The Green Umbrella Man said that if the lease is not replenished, the rain will become an ownerless spiritual rain. The ownerless spiritual rain will lead to mountain and river debt penalties, and Huaishui Village will still die."

"He lied to you." Jiang Zhaoxue said.

The old man looked at her blankly.

Jiang Zhaoxue said: "The ownerless Lingyu only needs to replenish the land and rivers, and will not punish the village."

The old man's body was shaking violently.

Chains rattled at the bottom of the well.