At that moment, Lin's father couldn't stand it anymore and scolded, "Our son is injured like this, can't you wake up? Enough with the Mountain God, Mountain God—it's all nonsense! Does a Mountain God eat livestock? Does it kill people? The true Mountain God is benevolent; only devils are malevolent."
"How is the Mountain God not benevolent? Ever since its presence, our Qingshi Town has enjoyed good weather and bountiful harvests almost every year—no droughts, no famines. How can you say it's not benevolent?" Lin's mother questioned.
"You keep talking about good weather, but what about last year's flood? What about the droughts of the past few years? Don't let the Mountain God blind you. In the face of major disasters, it's powerless. It can only make a difference in minor calamities," Lin's father retorted.
"Even so, it has been helpful to us! Besides, it can also heal complex illnesses, even reviving those at death's door. How could such a helpful Immortal possibly be a devil?"
