Mortals and Heavenly Gods 2

What's more, when the reputation of spirituality spread, more and more mortals rushed to pray, even if the god of heaven's divine power comes from the deep love accumulated for thousands of years, in the face of endless desires, it is difficult to continue. The god of heaven realized that this could no longer be the case, so he began to refuse the mortals irrelevant or greedy excessive requests, even to agree to, but also not as completely satisfied as before. This made later mortals feel angry. On what grounds? We love you as much as the first came. The later ones protested. And you, as a selfless god, are partial in heart. The mortal whose wish was not fulfilled went away disappointed and vowed to love him no more. The love offered to him is not returned. The disappointed make up new songs. We have all witnessed it. Infamy always spreads faster than reputation, and the number of mortals who refuse to offer their love any more is so great that the love that serves him diminishes so drastically that his divine power decays dramatically. Very often, even if he wanted to help an old man suffering from a malady, or save a woman with a miserable fate, he was unable to do so, and could only invoke his meager divine power to give them a little inconspicuous solace. This has sparked more controversy. He looked like a warm-hearted ordinary man. People whispered. And not perfect. In fact, the gods themselves are not perfect; they are changed from mortals, and even with divine power, it does not help them erase all their flaws. But when they are high up, occasionally appear, mortals who look up to them, they can not see those defects, mistakenly think that the gods are perfect. Then the mortals fell madly in love with this perfection, even if it only existed in their own illusion. And when the gods stay with them every day, even if he is more knowledgeable than the mortals, more capable, more beautiful, there will always be countless eyes to pick out countless problems. The faults that mortals would have become more or less shadowed by following him. The mortals who had begun to hesitate looked at the god in front of them, as if they could become like him with a little more effort, and then thought about the perfect gods that they could never touch, and the doubts in their hearts finally broke out. God is not supposed to be like this. Everyone says so, after all, the past experience of worshiping the gods makes them truly believe. The true God is far more mysterious, more perfect, and, moreover, does not touch mortals easily. If a heavenly god behaved like a mortal, how would he deserve to be called a god? Almost overnight, everyone decided that he was just an impostor, an ordinary man disguised as a celestial god to deceive the public. Rumors spread like a breaking tide among the conversations of mortals, paving the entire night with anger and resentment. This is a fraud! At dawn, the original believers furiously destroyed the temple built for him, pulled the god out of the temple and pushed him down, spitting at him. You cheated us out of our love just to make yourself a god! The god of heaven fell to the ground and looked up indifferently. Among those mortals who spat on him were also those who had been helped by him. Suddenly a heavy rain fell from the sky and the crowd scattered. The rain poured on the gods who had fallen into the mud puddle, evaporating all the eagerness, indifference and coldness, as if it was a mockery from the other gods. If you love them in a mortal way, they will no longer love you as they love the gods. It rained for many days, and the gods who had lost their temples could not find shelter, wandering around, in a terrible state, feeling the last trace of divine energy in his body was also rapidly running out. Now, even if he still has a simple love for mortals in his heart, no mortal is willing to respond to him. Precious love, of course, can only be dedicated to the noble God. Until one evening, the rain finally stopped. The fallen god did not know exactly where he was, and could only sit helplessly on the steps of the road, watching the mortals come and go before him, life as usual. In fact, the fall of any god does not have a real impact on mortals. There will always be new mortals who gain more love and then converge into divine power and become new sky gods, worshiped by mortals. The god of heaven, who has almost no divine power, looked up and saw the sky covered with a glorious purple haze, as full of love burning, so hot, so beautiful. It so happened that a little girl passed by holding a flower pot, tears hanging on her lovely face, and in the pot was a dead plant. The gods stood up to stop her and exerted their last bit of divine power to bring the withered plant back to life, with its branches and leaves spreading and its buds blooming. Ah, it actually came to life and bloomed. The little girl said joyfully, her smile full of happiness. Thank you so much! Are you the god who can hear the wishes of mortals? The god of heaven smiled and nodded his head. Then he disappeared in the wind reflected by the evening sun.