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When someone asks you what god you'd pray to everyday, you'd definitely pray to either the water god who is well known for his wealth or the rain god for your crops to grow well. If you have some suspicious looking activity near your house?
You pray to any martial god you want and if they are bored they might come down and help you.
But if you want some wisdom, you'd pray to the wisdom god if you needed advice. But if one were to go to sleep and gave an advice for, let's say how to get a girlfriend, the god of wisdom would enter your dreams and told you step by step what to do.
One wrong move and the illusion will be shattered and the path was stray into another one, which just so happens to be the opposite of what you'd expect.
So when you're praying to the god of wisdom, it's great for telling you what to do but it's not so great at telling you what not to do.
Since then his reviews has always been extremely good or extremely bad.
One day, a general asked for advice on ascending and becoming a god like him. It was the first time he had heard that so the god was pleased, he asked him if he wanted to be his second in command with a possibility of ascending himself.
The general agreed and ascended the next day.
Months later, a homeless and sick girl asked the god to save him, even if he wasn't a god of medicine, he felt sorry for the girl that just so happened to lay refuge in his shrine. So she too ascended and became his second in command as well.
Other than that, anyone else who had attempted to deceive the god into bringing up people for ascension has been severely punished by his own hand.
He seems all seeing and ever wise, some might mistake him for the emperor of heaven but ever since the incident at tonglu mountain, there has been no emperor as of yet but everyone decided that the god of scraps, Xian Le was there to call the shots.
There has been many followers that does not like that and tried to attack the Crown Prince but the god of wisdom would not have any rash followers of his to do such dirty work. So he punished them by not listening to their prayers and preventing them from entering his temples.
Any attempt at praying will follow a series of bad luck unless they repent for their actions and commit to good deeds.
Many gods were curious as to what he looks like because he is never at the capital, nor does he show his presence a lot in the mortal world as well. During the festival, he often told his followers to do what they like with their money and stop spending it on him-some might listen some might not but his lanterns never go above 100. All his followers had been given a dream of his likeness but he like to let their imagination run free.
Many people got bored after a while and soon, the god of wisdom became a forgotten god, at least at the capital.
But will the people forget him? Probably not given he does give great advices. Who would have thought 200 years later someone from the upper heaven would remember that this god exists?