A group of people returned to the village, walking past the dilapidated temple.
Suddenly, a muscular man suggested, "Since the Foxtail Grass God is gone, why don't we sell his statue... It might fetch us some food."
The rest of the people stared at the broken statue, eyes gleaming.
"The statue of the Foxtail Grass God can probably be exchanged for hundreds of steamed buns, right?" The fat man's eyes sparkled.
Shentu suddenly spoke up in alarm, "The God has protected our Green Water Village for so long, how can we just smash the statue!"
If the statue was destroyed, his status as a priest would be nothing.
"The Foxtail Grass God blessed us in life, and in death, he surely wouldn't want us to starve. He'd be willing to sacrifice himself," the fat man reasoned.
The rest of the villagers looked at the statue, their eyes also gleaming.
After being born from the statue, the Foxtail Grass God didn't really protect Green Water Village either.
