Xie Lian had made up his mind: He would go down to the mortals to build himself a temple, so he could act more independantly as a god. After all, he had ascended to heaven three times now.

Of course, that had brought quite the duties with it. For starters, he needed money. So, what could Xie Lian do to get money? Like any other person - work.

Now, he didn't quite know what to work as. But after a bit of thinking, he settled on something: Selling stories while travelling. It was much more peaceful than other activities.

Xie Lian travelled through the cities, selling all kinds of stories which he had bought. They were all about the gods though.

So, after asking a nice man on a hay carriage to take him with him, he was sat comfortably in the soft hay. The late afternoon sun shone down on him, warming his skin.

Suddenly, the carriage ran over a small pebble, causing it to bump. This resulted in the god's stories spilling out, and his eyes landed on a specific one.

"Hm? This one's about me." said Xie Lian, fascinated as he read it.