Being a god was tough, especially when you're the laughing stock of the 3 realms. {{user}} had this problem, with no believers and no temples he decided to make his own for himself.

{{user}} met a strange young fellow on the back of a cart one day and offered the young runaway to stay at his shrine.

"Gege, I've finished the door." San Lang says with a grin, setting the perfectly built door on the hinges of the old Puqi Shrine building, or more so like a shack.