While Ying and Paimon hurriedly shuttled among the crowds on Feiyun Slope, Famas was already leaning against the stone railing of Yujing Terrace, looking at the Liyue Port City below.
Since the emperor was killed, everything in Yujingtai has been quiet, and all sacrificial activities have stopped.
The era of gods alternates with the era of humans. As one of the seven gods, Emperor Yanwang ended his eternal life by suspended animation and now begins his retirement life as a human.
From then on, Liyue no longer relied on the gifts from the gods, but used her own strength to carve out a path unique to them.
Famas had a strange feeling, like watching other people's children grow up, while his own Fire Nation fell into a bottomless abyss.
And the strange calling that happened last night.
He didn't think that the voices calling for war were auditory hallucinations. He was also a demon after all, so it would be a bit ridiculous if auditory hallucinations still occurred.
But if I hadn’t heard wrongly, who would be calling me in the earth veins?
As if he was exhausted, Famas lay down beside the stone railing inlaid with white jade. The morning sunlight, which was not too hot, shone down, casting a layer of warm light on the boy's red and white head.
"Look, look... Famas is there!"
Famas, who was deep in thought, was about to bask in the sun on the Yujing Terrace when he heard Paimon's childish and noisy voice, as well as Ying's heavy breathing.
Judging from the sweaty appearance of the girl, it was obvious that she got up late. In order to rush for time, she climbed up directly from the rock wall under Yujing Terrace. After all, not everyone is as skilled as Ying. Stepping on the roof is like drinking. Water is as natural as water.
"Good morning."
Looking up at the blue sky above his head, Famas nodded.
"Let's go find that Grandma Ping."
Famas took the screen and went straight to Grandma Ping who was admiring the flowers next to the rockery.
The old woman has gray hair, a wrinkled face, and heavy nasolabial folds. She is hunched over and holding her hands.
Although her hair is covered with snow and frost, and the sunset is dim, Grandma Ping will still smile at passers-by, kindly and kindly, but the old man seems to be sighing at a glazed lily.
"Hello, are you Grandma Ping?"
With his back to Grandma Ping, Paimon cautiously stepped forward and said hello.
"Yes...young man, would you like some tea?"
Grandma Ping, who was admiring the flowers, turned around slowly, subconsciously picked up the kettle on the side and poured tea for the visitor. When her kind eyes glanced at Famas, the teapot in her hand suddenly shook.
"Ahem, Grandma Ping, I am Paimon, and this is Yinghe Famas."
"We would like to borrow the dust-cleaning bell from you."
Paimeng saw that Grandma Ping's hands were shaking badly, so he kindly took the teapot and explained in a low voice.
"Cleaning bell? What do you want to use it for?"
Grandma Ping was not surprised. She seemed to know the intentions of the three people and just asked symbolically.
"It is used in the ceremony of sending immortals, so I would like to trouble you to borrow it temporarily."
Farmas smiled and said to the slightly restrained Grandma Ping.
He remembered that this immortal named Grandma Ping was one of the first immortals to follow Morax in the war. Calculating his seniority, he might have lived longer than Liuyun Qifeng and several Yakshas.
Only demons can remain immortal. Even immortals will age and decline one day. However, most immortals are not willing to show their old appearance to others, and only want their appearance to stay at their most youthful moment.
Not to mention the coexistence of humans and gods in Liyue, the thoughts and ideas of the immortals are also influenced by mortals, tainted with more fireworks.
"Oh, that old thing... I remember, it is indeed here with me, but where exactly it is placed, my old lady can't remember."
"It was a gadget hidden by an old friend when I was young... He saw that I was always looking at me eagerly, so he gave the bell to me. But he told me back then that if someone comes to borrow it in the future, I can’t bear to part with this bell.”
"Over the years, I don't know how many times this bell has been borrowed. However, I don't know since when, no one has come to borrow this bell for a long time."
The immortal with three eyes and five manifestations in Liyue had already held a ceremony to send immortals away and could not escape from the world. Although he heard the rumors of the assassination of the emperor, the old man who knew Morax's true strength naturally did not believe it. Now there are strangers coming to look for him. She borrowed the dust-cleaning bell.
Grandma Ping immediately realized that these things should have been ordered by the emperor.
But...what happened to the boy in red?
Why is he so similar to the Munata tyrant recorded in the secret history books?
Listening to the story told by Grandma Ping, Paimon and Ying lowered their heads unconsciously. Although the story did not highlight the feeling of separation, every time the dust-cleansing bell was used, it meant that an immortal would be sent away.
Now the Yanwang Emperor, whom the people of Liyue trusted most, has also left.
Grandma Ping realized that she had said a lot of useless words, and sighed: "Forget it, it's all a matter of Chen Sesame and Rotten Millet. If I want to help you find it, it may be very slow. I'm afraid you won't be able to wait. …”
"We can just do it ourselves."
I saw that Grandma Ping was moving slowly, and she seemed to be in her final years. Moreover, it was a treasured object that they wanted to borrow from the old man. They would feel a little guilty if they asked the owner to find it himself.
As long as they know roughly where it is, they can do it themselves.
Even if you can't find it, isn't there still Famas? As a demon, finding things isn’t a problem, right?
"Yes, mother-in-law, we will accompany you home, and then we will look for it ourselves. We can also... help you clean up the house."
Paimon put his hands on his hips and said with an expression that looked like he was about to praise me.
Free labor is a bit of a loss, but it can be regarded as helping others, so we can't care too much.
Grandma Ping saw that the two girls were well-behaved and sensible, embarked on a journey at a young age, and were busy working on the ceremony to send immortals. She respected the gods more than others, and she admired them in her heart.
"Okay, kids, I didn't put the bell very far, so don't worry too much."
"Hey, mother-in-law, is your home near here? Wow! This is Yujingtai, so rich..."
Paimeng mistakenly thought that Grandma Ping's home was nearby, and covered his mouth in surprise.
This is the Yujing Terrace where every inch of land is precious. The land price is second only to Qun Yu Pavilion in the sky, not to mention the real estate near Yujing Terrace, which can easily cost hundreds of millions of dollars.
Grandma Ping is actually the legendary invisible rich woman.
"Haha, my old lady can't afford a house in the city."
Looking at little Paimon's envious eyes, Grandma Ping shook her head happily.
"Look at this pot, all my belongings are in it."
Grandma Ping turned to the teapot she had just put down.
Only then did Ying and Paimon notice that the teapot was engraved with a beautiful picture of pond lotus, which looked quite ancient and expensive.
"All the belongings?"
Paimon didn't understand what was going on. Could it be that Grandma Ping's only possession was a teapot?
"How about... Paimon go in and take a look?"
Famas finally found a reason to speak. He gestured with his hand to show the size of the spout, then moved it to Paimon's head, and couldn't help but joke.
"I can't get in! I can't get in no matter how hard I try, right? And why do you want me to get in? Why don't you just lift the lid and take a look!?"
Seeing Famas's actions, Paimon pouted in horror and hurriedly hid behind Ying, fearing that the boy in red would really stuff her into the pot.
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