Some of my chores-the spirit of mountain gods

In my freshman year, my class organized "cuihuashan" (not Huashan, which is a mountain near Xi'an and belongs to the remainder of Qinling Mountains ). Although the mountain is not very dangerous, the first half of the time is basically a mountain road. Fortunately, when I was young, I could climb on a mountain full of stones. The weather is sultry and sweaty. There was a large flat area on the mountainside, and several mountain residents lived. When I first got there, I began to rest.
The scum of mountain houses -- all the stones and mud are combined -- only one eye-catching. Strictly speaking, it is not a house. It is a hut fully made of stones. In one place. There was also a dilapidated plaque at the door-the temple of mountains. If you only look at the shadows of the lights inside, the strange smoke is like a hidden statue. It will certainly be used as the altar of a mysterious religion in the mountains. But it is indeed a mountain temple, and according to the dry old man at the door, it's already 200!
Out of curiosity about the 2 m² Stone Temple, no, out of respect for a 200-Year-Old Mountain, I am looking for a dry old man to ask for three incense, in a stone room that can only accommodate me and the gods (how is it a bit like a confession room)-a three-minute devout spiritual exchange with God-begging him A breeze. Then I, the temple, the old man, his granddaughter, and the dog are recorded on a film forever.
From this film, we can see that the sultry and concealed days, I am very devout, a lustful dog, simple silly Hill girl, and the old man with a strange smile (he always feels like a precognition or a dark messenger ). Of course, the most important thing to note is that I have raised a little bit of clothing.
The breeze in the mountains suddenly blew away when I had a loose scent of the gods. The students started to cheer. I am also excited to feel the third kind of contact between myself and the gods-I really feel the existence of God, and it is here, just beside me! This is a golden opportunity! But just as I wanted to make some money and a wish for a woman, a thunder broke all of this-the rain fell from the sky!
We can only go down the hill, it is easy to go down the hill difficult, the rain along the rock with sediment to send us, the storm and heavy rain Married ugly girlKiss every inch of my body dry place, thunder and lightning from time to hold the terror atmosphere-as if we are all sinners. I don't know whether it's because I am still immersed in the shrine or scared. When I went down the hill, I was very unstable. I had to throw every few steps and almost rolled down the hill several times. It's full of mud and scars. I was ridiculed by my classmates for being shocked.
Maybe the tired, poor, and wounded clay turtle below is a special kind of care for me, but I still don't understand whether I have been shocked by God or have God satisfied my requirements? But one thing is for sure. I have encountered a small probability event-the mountain god is shining.