The steep cliffs, ravines, and dangerous points are all where ancient city gates were built.
Before the security technology matured, Kyushu relied on this city gate and the use of earth elements left by the ancient king to resist demons.
Unfortunately, with the improvement of the security world, these have been abandoned.
There are not many demons in Tianmen Mountain, and it is close to the Ya'an boundary. It is not difficult to move in it. There are four places like this in the mountain, but unfortunately they did not find a place where Lingfang Ritu Token reacts.
The two then went down the mountain and returned to Tianmen City to meet Lingling and Ding Yumian.
Tianmen City is a typical small agricultural city. It is surrounded by various farmers' crops and there are not many hotels in the city.
Everyone randomly chose a house to stay.
"From the looks of you, you probably haven't discovered anything." Lingling said after seeing the expressions of the two of them.
"Yes, we found those four places, but Fang Ling didn't respond."
Bai Mo nodded slightly, and then asked, "What did you find out when you inquired about the folk customs here?"
"Yes, there is indeed a legend here that may be related to Fang Ritu." Lingling said.
Before Bai Mo asked, she started to tell the story carefully.
“Sister Yu Mian and I investigated all the way from the countryside outside the city to the city, and listened to all kinds of legends and gossip!”
“But in general, the folk customs of Tianmen City It mainly revolves around a god called Mingwang. "
"There is a legend that Mingwang is the god who brings light. Its existence makes the Tianmen area full of light, so it is suitable for the growth of some economic crops. This small town has its own characteristics.”
"There are also many other rumors about King Ming, such as praying for blessings, sending children, etc. But generally speaking, there are more rumors about the former one."
"Those that promote the interests of the gods, those that promote the majesty of the gods. , etc. Basically, they are available in other places, and they are also available here.”
Lingling took a sip of milk tea, but she didn’t feel much about these. There are many local gods and legends like this in Kyushu. , true and false.
It just so happens that many legendary gods have overlapping functions.
It can only be said that no matter where people are born, their needs are very different.
"Lingling said almost the same thing, but I also found that when some people mentioned King Ming, they were not as respectful as they showed."
Ding Yumian then added, "This kind of disrespect Respect is not disdain or contempt for such superstitious behavior, but a deep disgust and hatred."
She groaned, seeming to consider her words, "It's like, they have met Prince Ming. , and then dissatisfied with his original appearance."
"Sister Yu Mian is right, we have also seen their statues of King Ming at home and found that most of them are similar, but some of them can be seen as a rabbit."
Lingling continued, "Those who hate Prince Ming in their hearts also have very old statues of Prince Ming in their homes."
Hearing this, Bai Mo also felt that there was something fishy. Perhaps to find the location of the Chengguan ruins corresponding to Fang Ritu, one needs to really understand the local legend of King Ming?
"Since there is something fishy about this legend of King Ming, shall we continue to investigate?"
Lingling nodded and pointed outside, "Of course we will continue to investigate, just in time. I heard from the locals that tonight Starting from now on, Tianmen City’s monthly Mingwang Festival will be held. We may be able to see something at the festival.” There is a sense of ritual in the God Festival.”
“Well, it is said to be a tradition here for many years, in order to thank King Ming for his protection and kindness.
During the Mingwang Festival, many people will place floating lanterns with wishes by the river. There should be other activities. We just happened to participate in them, maybe we will gain something. "Lingling said.
Bai Mo couldn't deny it, but he felt that this Mingwang Festival was held once a month, and it sounded like everyone in the city participated. Wouldn't it be a waste?
"Then what are you waiting for? I didn't expect such a small place to have new things. I haven't participated in the God's Festival yet, how can I participate? "
Jiang Shaoxu became interested and said enthusiastically.
"We haven't asked about this yet. We should be able to participate directly, but we can go down and inquire about it. ”
"I'll do it." Bai Mo said.
He clicked lightly, and instantly the notes merged into the void, and then countless voices came into his mind.
Quickly find what you want and Bai Mo releases it.
"Tonight is the Mingwang Festival, and there are no floating lanterns for wishes. Xiao Ming, go to Mingwang Temple and ask for two. Don't lose the sacred leaves they gave."
"I got it. , Mom.”
"Don't go out and wander around. We can't participate in the festival at night without lights."
"I know!"
"There are also divine leaves that must be harvested. With that, the crops in the fields will be better. !”
“Oh, I got it.”
A few simple conversations, surprisingly, there is a lot of information.
"The more I listen, the more I feel that there is something wrong with this Mingwang Festival. Is this Tianmen really blessed by gods? How come it is so real?"
Jiang Shaoxu frowned, with a bit of doubt on his face. , "This shows quite piety."
"Is there a temple here?" Bai Mo grasped the key point.
"Well, it's on a hill to the north, that's what I was just about to say."
Lingling's cute little head shook up and down a few times,
"There is a temple here. I have heard about it for a long time. I think if we want to understand the legend of this Ming King in detail, maybe we should go there and ask."
Ding Yumian reminded, "There are also those We need to carefully identify those who are dissatisfied with King Ming. The words of both parties need to be confirmed. "
"Then let's go together. We are participating in the King Ming Festival and we seem to need some kind of wishing lantern." Bai Mo. road.
Then the four of them set off to the Mingwang Temple in the north.
“Master, someone is asking about Prince Ming!”
A dark-skinned man dressed as a farmer walked into the yard vigorously and said directly to the young man who was arranging his clothes.
"Who is he? What does he do?"
The young man patted a waitress who was kneeling on the ground and wiped her mouth, asked her to get down, and asked lightly.
"I don't know, but it doesn't look simple. A big girl and a little girl, both of them are very good-looking."
At this point, the strong man rolled his eyes. The disheveled waitress stressed expressionlessly.
"They are more beautiful than the ones you have here, Master."
"Oh? They are not local. Go test them and find out their origins before disturbing me again." The young man made himself a cup of tea and said slowly.
“Yes!”
Mingwangji Temple is not a Buddhist temple, but a temple.
It occupies a hill, at the top of it. There are steps leading directly to the foot of the mountain. As you go up step by step, you can see the top of the temple reflecting the golden light.
Rather, it has the style of a temple, with solemn treasures and sacred features.
There were not many people on the steps to the temple, men, women and children, mostly locals from Tianmen City.
Common people wearing brocade, rich farmers, and officials Bai Ding, Bai Mo and the four of them saw them all along the way.
There are many mages here.
This made them even more curious about this Ming King. The legend of this Ming King seems to be very trusted or loved by the locals?
Naturally, they have attracted much attention. After all, everyone has a love for beauty.
This is something we have become accustomed to.
When entering the temple gate, they don’t need anyone to guide them. They follow the flow of people and know where to get the so-called floating lanterns for wishes.
Queuing up to enter the side hall, I saw someone in front of me asking for a wishing floating lantern.
It is said that it is a request, but Bai Mo thinks that this is a temple management project.
I watched it three times and it was all in exchange for money. The price of a lamp is about one hundred.
Bai Mo has never seen anyone buy just one. The most common one is two.
He frowned, but did not jump to a conclusion. He first wanted to see if the wishing lantern was worth a hundred dollars.
Thinking of this, he glanced at Ding Yumian again. Yumian immediately understood and said in his heart,
"Most of these people are willing in their hearts, and a few people don't understand. Why do this?”
Hearing this, Bai Mo understood clearly. Just like the moon cakes and rice dumplings on the Mid-Autumn Festival and Dragon Boat Festival.
To be honest, it’s not that delicious. It’s just tradition. It’s just the way it’s always been, that’s all.
Perhaps this wishing floating lantern is also like this for people here?
Soon it was their turn, and just as he was about to pay, he saw the temple god in plain clothes with a serious face saying,
“These are travelers who came to Tianmen City to visit ?”
"Yes, how do you know?"
Bai Mo nodded, and at the same time used phonetic magic to give his voice a Qingzhou accent to gain trust.
Otherwise, no normal person would cross the mountains and seas to come to an unknown small town.
"The four faces do not look like the local people." The stern-faced godly servant glanced at them, chuckled lightly, and did not look much, but looked at Bai Mo and said:
"Since you are here to play, we can be regarded as hosts. To express your welcome, I will give you this token of participation in the Mingwang Festival.
Those who participate in the Mingwang Festival are all believers of Mingwang. The lanterns only express their faith to Mingwang. Please don't refuse. "
Hearing this, Lingling couldn't help but wrinkled her nose, "Since the lamp is just a symbol, why don't they make it themselves and come here to buy it? "
The Divine Attendant didn't react much. He just glanced at Lingling with a smile, as if a child didn't understand anything.
"Lamps are symbols, but symbols also have levels. , everyone wanted to be favored by King Ming, so they voluntarily gave some incense from King Ming. "
"When we take care of the Mingwang Temple, we are always afraid that everyone will give incense. King Ming does not always watch, so we spontaneously made this wishing floating lantern. Even if King Ming does not bless us, he still has sustenance in his heart. . ”
What he said was extremely mysterious, but he could justify it anyway, Lingling curled her lips.
It just so happened that there were a few melon-eaters behind me who agreed.
Bai Mo thanked him and was not in a hurry to leave. Instead, he said he was curious about the legend of King Ming.
I asked the temple if anyone knew about this and wanted to find out more. They also mentioned that they were students at Qingzhou University and were planning to do a folklore survey as their graduation project.
Many listeners still trust these words and are willing to help. After all, students + homework, once this combination comes out, most people will choose to do it with a little effort.
Before the godly servant could speak, several people around him immediately turned into enthusiastic and good people.
"This godly servant understands. Just ask him. We are not in a hurry."
"No, he is a descendant of the Yuwen family. Young man, you go find the gatekeeper at the gate."
An old man waved his fan and said, "In the past, it was a sacrifice, so don't worry about him ignoring you. The Yuwen family, the divine sacrifice family, is like this outside Tianmen!!"
The old man said and gave a thumbs up.
"Isn't it? The road in the center of the city was paved with money from the Yuwen family."
"Hey, Lao Huangli, they also built the bridge over the Tianmen River."
“.”
The topic quickly shifted from giving an encore to Bai Mo and others about the King of Mythical Stories to what the Yuwen family had done.
Bai Mo and the others looked at each other, followed the old man's advice, and found the old man who opened the door at the temple door.
This old man has an unattractive appearance. At first glance, he looks very handsome.
Hearing that several people wanted to know about King Ming, he calmed down and asked with a smile:
"King Ming, no one knows more about it than me. Tell me, what do you want to know?"
"Grandpa, please tell me first, we don't understand anything," Lingling said sweetly, like an old man.
The old man immediately started talking cheerfully, "The affairs of King Ming were first recorded in the Qin Dynasty, and the Ming King Temple was also established at that time."
The old man told the birth of King Ming and how it protected this I have talked about how magical and worthy of worship the square land is.
Bai Mo and the others looked at each other and found that the situation was similar to what Lingling and Ding Yumian had heard, but in more detail.
There are no clues about Fang Ritu Chengguan.
“That’s about it, what else do you want to ask?”
"Grandpa, are Prince Ming's deeds true?" Lingling said.
"Of course it's true." The old man suddenly blew his beard and glared, "I won't say anything else, I will just tell you something that everyone in the city knows!"
Wen After saying this, several people's eyes immediately lit up, and they all felt that Fang Ritu's clue was coming.
"Well, that was fifty or sixty years ago."
The old man stroked his beard, fell into memories, looked forward, and said in a leisurely tone,
"At that time, Tianmen was still a larger town, and the Yuwen family was not so wealthy. Life was difficult. In order to seek development, people rarely believed in the deeds of King Ming anymore."
"Finally, faith waned. , King Ming rained down the divine wrath. The sky was full of light in one day, and the light was originally beneficial to the growth of crops.
But the strong light began to burn and scorch the crops, and large areas of the crop fields were covered. It ignited, and the flames surrounded the entire Tianmen from all directions! "
"Everyone was at a loss. Even asking for a high-level water mage to come, it was just a temporary solution but not the root cause. No one knew what was going on, but only Tianmen came out! Such a situation! "
The old man said this, sighing heavily, as if recalling the panic and pain of the scorched earth.
Then I heard him continue to say, "Only our ancestors, who were devout believers in King Ming at that time, understood that it was King Ming who was dissatisfied and lowered the power of the gods."
"So our ancestors renovated the Mingwang Temple and held sacrifices every day. Worshiping, it also infected everyone, and Tianmen worked together. It was King Ming who felt his followers again, and then he put away his divine power and sent divine grace."
"Since then, Tianmen has become a place with abundant sunlight and a A blessed land for crops."
Hearing this, several people looked at each other and said, "So, the Mingwang Festival also started at that time?"
"Of course, However, the Mingwang Festival has actually been circulated for a long time. When the Mingwang appeared, it also came into being. From the Tang Dynasty to the present, it was born together with the Mingwang.”
The old man said with a smile, but then Lingling said, "Grandpa, didn't you just say that King Ming only appeared in the Qin Dynasty?"
"Huh?...Ah~~" The old man was stunned for a moment, and then responded He came over and said with an embarrassed smile,
"I'm old, I'm old, my memory is bad."
"Thank you, old man, your words have been of great help to us." Bai Mo said.
"It doesn't matter. The old people in the city have seen Prince Ming's deeds with their own eyes. If you still want to know, you can ask them."
"Okay!"
Bai Mo nodded with a smile, then said goodbye to Ding Yumian and the others.
"I feel that Fang Ritu's things were probably taken away by the Yuwen family, or the Yuwen family discovered Fang Ritu's ruins and obtained something on it." Ding Yumian said.
After Bai Mo and the others heard this, they stopped thinking and looked at her. Jiang Shaoxu said,
"Although the old man didn't tell a few truths, what he said were all legends after all. It's just possible. He doesn’t believe these legends himself. Does this have anything to do with the Fang Ritu Ruins?”
"Those historical legends about King Ming are all made up by him, but it is true that Tianmen was prosperous at that time."
After a pause, Ding Yumian continued, "The ancestors of the Yuwen family rebuilt the Temple of King Ming. This is also true, there is plenty of daylight in Tianmen, this is still true."
Hearing this, Lingling and Bai Mo also felt that this was possible. Based on the principle of who has the greatest benefit, they speculated that the Yuwen family was indeed the most suspicious. It's doubtful, and Fang Ritu's token happens to require light magic energy.
"Maybe it was something left by Fang Ritu, or the energy leakage caused this, and the Yuwen family happened to get it." Lingling said.
Facts have proved that in front of a psychic master, it is best not to speak.
And when there is a phonology mage around, don’t keep your mouth shut behind your back.
Bai Mo stretched out his hand in the air, and saw a few air strings condensed into sound strings, and the sound began to be broadcast live around them.
"Uncle, how many people are gone?"
"They are gone, why, they are attracted to them."
"No, the young master sent someone to say that there is someone Ask about Prince Ming in the city and ask him to find out who he is and what his identity is.”
"A few students don't feel the magic aura. Also, do what you have to do!"
"Really students?"
"Don't worry, go check it out yourself, old man, I'm just a beginner!" "
Bai Mo finished the sound system detection and looked at the three of them, Jiang Shaoxu said, "What are they hiding? Why else would they be paying attention to our whereabouts?"
" Oh! What is it? This Yuwen family is not a good person, but they have a great reputation.”
Lingling sneered and put down the lantern in her hand, "Obviously, the so-called Mingwang Festival is just a trick for this family to make money. These floating lanterns have no function, they are just ordinary paper lanterns!"
"As for why they can make so many people believe in the existence of King Ming, it is probably because they got it from the Fang Ritu ruins."
"So, what method did they use to make Tianmen King Ming is worshiped all over the city?" Jiang Shaoxu asked.
When they came up before, they met many people from all walks of life.
“The divine leaves.” Ding Yumian suddenly said, “In the voice Bai Mo released before, it was mentioned that if you buy a lamp, you will be given divine leaves. The divine leaves are good for crops.”
Hearing this, Bai Mo also thought about it, but the gifts they got were not free gifts.
“Also, what would happen if there were no divine leaves?” Lingling said,
“The old man said that King Ming brought down his divine power and burned the crops, but later the divine power turned into a favor. Turning into enough sunshine for crops in Fuze.”
Agriculture is the basis of everything, and Tianmen is originally a town gathered with farmland.
And if the Yuwen family controls the method of affecting the harvest of agricultural products in Tianmen, it is not impossible to achieve what it is now under the guise of the legend of the so-called King Ming.
Once successful, the entire Tianmen City will become the wallet of the Yuwen family.
In this way, Ding Yumian found that some people respected King Ming but hated him in their hearts, which was easy to explain.
"It's very possible, a reasonable guess, but we need to confirm the guess before we can attack the Yuwen family."
Bai Mo said, "It's better to find out first. For example, if there is no divine leaf, what will happen? What consequences."
"The other thing is, since tonight is the Mingwang Festival, we can also see the reaction of the people when they put out wishing lanterns."
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"For so many years, even though I have been influenced by legends and stories, there are always people who understand something."
The three of them nodded, and Bai Mo said again, "I'm going to get some divine leaves to take a look, you guys go first."< br>
After saying that, his figure disappeared into the space and disappeared.
The tokens were all obtained from others. The totems might end up in the hands of nearby people, so he was somewhat mentally prepared.
If the abnormality of the Yuwen family is determined, what he wants to find is what the Yuwen family got and where it was obtained.
Sneaking into the side hall of Mingwang Temple along the inner space, Bai Mo went straight to the divine attendant and took away a few divine leaves without anyone noticing.
After that, he was not in a hurry to go back, but began to explore around to see if there were any unexpected gains.
The entire temple is quite large. In addition to the square where pilgrims offer incense and visit daily, there is also an open space at the back.
In some ordinary gardens, a few people who seemed to be from the Yuwen family were walking. Their words were not nutritious and not worthy of attention.
Suddenly, a figure walked past Bai Mo very quickly.
This is also a divine attendant of Myoji Temple, but his clothes look more gorgeous and exquisite.
At the same time, his temperament is more stable and serious. From the names he is called by the people he meets, Bai Mo knows that this is the current sacrifice of Mingwang Temple.
He moved his steps and followed up easily. He saw this man walking through the corridor and pavilion, and even further away from the temple. He took a path through the mountains, looped around, and then went straight through a water curtain waterfall. , entering a stone cave.
Bai Mo also followed him into it, and there was indeed an unexpected surprise in the secret passage.
But I saw a woman with a fiery figure, a formal dress, and a pretty face sitting in it.
"Hehehehe, Mrs. Xu, I wonder what's going on, why are you notifying me so urgently?"
A chrysanthemum bloomed on the old priest's face. He walked up to the woman with a smile, and supported her plump fat body with both hands. Jade soft shoulders.
"Don't touch me. The city lord asked me to tell you that there are strangers coming. Please be careful these days!"
"I already know that I am not an expert."< br>
As the priest spoke, a pair of hands had already untied the buttons that bound a pair of towering and dangerous passes. (End of chapter)