Half a year later, Miao Xiang, Su Xin and Ono appeared in front of the snow-capped mountains at the source of Jinjia River. Su Xin was a little shocked when she saw the herds of cattle and sheep and the crowds surrounding Juhu.
"Master, there's nothing better than worship, right?"
Behind the dense crowd, there was a dilapidated yurt, which was unexpected yet harmonious. They saw the yard where Feng Ling was.
On the mountain about 300 meters behind, there are maple trees with gradient colors. A small forest can distinguish the four seasons of the year.
"Even a piece of stone has been worshiped as a god by them, right?" It was rare that there was no evil tone in his tone. Xiaoye felt a little uncomfortable when he saw so many people.
The water and grass around the lake are plentiful, and you can see fish and water birds. In addition to the natural predatory relationship, people mostly fetch water from the lake.
The monks in the Ghost City worship evil gods fanatically, but they are all too purposeful. They all want to become stronger, they all want to plunder the human world, and they all want to bring down the lofty fairy world.
Their worship carries too much evil. The evil god sits in the temple and can absorb their desires and grow stronger.
The people in front of me were pious in their hearts, and some of them wanted something, but it was just about life, old age, illness and death. The most common thing they wanted was to beg for a child. What they asked for were all natural needs for the survival of the human race.
More people are believers, they worship completely, do not ask for anything, and contribute pure will power.
There are new pilgrims with different expressions, and there are loyal believers with clear eyes. At a glance, she saw the temple that could not be covered by the mountains, and Miao Xiang subconsciously clasped her hands together.
She always behaved like this, and she was surprised. She saw a few feet away to the left of the temple, a spring with running water. After the worship, people would fetch water with water bags. Each person only took one bag, and some were below. Crossing the mountain stream on a simple wooden bridge, walking along the other side of the river from the mountain, they dispersed. There was no one to guide the people going up and down the mountain. They were silent and orderly. Only people kneeling and worshiping outside the temple could see them. The lips open and close, saying something.
As a practitioner, Su Xin could see clearly at a glance that from a few miles away, the source of living water flowed into the lake, growing very quickly.
"Master, this, this should be the snow mountain at the source of Jinjia River, right?"
They wanted to ask these worshiping herdsmen, but everyone looked pious, as if they were in the world of the series, and turned a blind eye to them.
Even when Ono was dissatisfied and wanted to ask questions several times, the words were too late to come out and he was too embarrassed to disturb others.
Fengling pushed the wooden cart out of the yard. Her movements were agile and interesting, and she had a light about her that made people feel happy at the sight of her.
"Mother-in-law, it might rain today. You won't be able to see the stars until half of the night!"
"What? What did you say?" Grandma Xue's hearing has seriously deteriorated, and age spots have appeared on the back of her hands. She looks very weak.
The sun was still warm, and the old man was covered with a thick woolen blanket. After closing the courtyard door, Feng Ling pushed her and walked while talking.
The three of them saw that she was completely different from the worshipers, and were about to go over to inquire, but found that the wind spirit was talking to the butterflies and insects next to her, as well as to the flowers.
Grass and trees cannot speak, but as soon as she walks onto the grass, colorful butterflies will circle around her, sometimes picking flowers, sometimes landing on her shoulders, as if they can really understand her greetings.
"Eh? Do you have anything to ask me? Feel free to ask, I know everything about this place!"
The term "Ten Miles and Eight Townships" seems to be a very short distance when placed in this snow-covered grassland.
"Wow, sister, you are so beautiful, Xiaoye likes you!"
"You are also very beautiful, and my sister likes you too."
Pushing Granny Xue closer, Wind Spirit picked out grass and flowers from the ground while talking to them.
"Oh, work hard to eat, work hard to grow, and I won't slap you next time!"
With such ingenuity that the three of them didn't quite understand it, Fengling wove a simple and beautiful garland in just a few strokes and put it on Xiao Ye's head.
"It's the first time we meet, sister can only give you flowers." She smiled so hard that her eyes narrowed, Xiao Ye nodded while raising his head, breathing in the fragrance of Feng Ling very much, and deliberately rubbing his arm with his little head.
"Wow, I want to make one for my sister too!"
Ono was happy and his voice returned to normal unconsciously. Miao Xiang and Su Xin looked at each other in shock.
"Hello, sister, my name is Miao Xiang and her name is Su Xin."
"Hello sisters, my name is Feng Ling, Feng'er's Feng, and Reiki's Ling. Is this your first time here?"
After saying that, Fengling pointed at the temple and stuck out her tongue a little fearfully, which was playful and cute.
"Yes, we were just trying to ask you, is that the source of the Jinjia River? By the way, are there any temple blessings in the temple?"
"Yes, there are no temple blessings in the temple, and there is no one to look after it. When I have nothing to do, I will go and take a look. I can hang flags and copy scriptures, etc., so as not to delay everyone's return after all the hard work."
She was talking about an everyday thing, and the curiosity of Miao Xiang and the two of them was completely aroused. As cultivators from the underworld, they know very well the ways of worship. Usually only the wind spirit takes care of the temple, so in return, the person being worshiped must give some benefits to the wind spirit.
For example, good health, no disease or disaster, or a long life. If the person being worshiped is born with spiritual wisdom and embarks on the road, the benefits that can be given are many and cannot be elaborated.
Seeing the wind spirit getting close to the living beings, they all felt that the people enshrined in the temple were not trivial.
"Ono has made it, sister, I'll give it to you!" The garland made by Ono is very sloppy. Some flowers are facing inward, some are outward, some are upward, and some are downward. As long as you wear it on your head, they will be squeezed. .
"Wow, it's so beautiful, thank you Xiaoye." Fengling knelt down and lowered her head to let Xiaoye put a garland on her. Just as she was about to stand up, Ono put his arms around her neck, his little face just touching her cheek, touching her intimately.
His eyes turned into crescent moons when he smiled. Xiaoye was very happy and ran to chase the butterfly.
Wei Ling was slightly surprised. Fengling seemed to like Ono's behavior. She touched her face and saw Miao Xiang and Su Xin looking stunned.
"This girl is getting wilder and wilder."
In fact, this is the time when Ono looks most like a normal child. In order to help her cover up her naughty nature, Miao Xiang had no choice but to say this.
"Are the two sisters also going to the mountain to worship?"
It takes some effort to find a good place in the mountains for Lin Feng to rest in peace.
As a person who was once canonized as a Holy Mother, Miao Xiang knew some truths about heaven and earth, and had no special feelings about worship. She just nodded first without saying anything.
Turning her head to look at the sun, Feng Ling took off the wreath on her head and gave it to Granny Xue, and pointed at Xiaoye who was running wildly chasing the butterfly.
Elderly people of this age are very fond of children, and Grandma Xue smiled very kindly.
"If I follow everyone into the mountain now, we may be able to come out as soon as it gets dark. The two sisters must come to my house as guests after they come out. I will prepare a meal for you, so be sure to come."
Fengling said that the two of them had to go without going to worship. She obviously did not ask for it, but they felt that they would be sorry for her if they came back without going to worship.
Confused, Miao Xiang said: "This girl..."
"Hehe, if she likes to play, let her play with me here. When it gets dark, we will pick you up at the river."
Fengling always made people happy but couldn't bear to refuse. The two of them just felt that the more they talked to her, the more they would like her.
If they were ordinary people, they wouldn't think too much about it. They are all practitioners, especially Miao Xiang, who has been to the True Immortal and is a Holy Mother. She understands very well the influence that some priests can have on others intentionally or unintentionally.
The shock that Feng Ling brought to her was no less than when she saw Elder Lei Yin make thousands of swords form an array and fill the sky with thunder with just one finger.
This is a feeling that can only be felt when one's own power is completely crushed by the power of others, but Fengling is a mortal woman, and no matter how she looks at it, Miao Xiang can't see anything unusual.
It turns out that there are really people who are like light in the world. No matter how miserable others are, she can illuminate others.
This is how Feng Ling gives Miao Xiang.
The two were about to greet Ono, who was as exaggerated as a kitten pouncing on food, and plunged into the grass, but the butterfly still flew away.
"I know, I'll be good!"
Just following the crowd around the lake, Miao Xiang looked at Su Xin, and Su Xin looked at Miao Xiang. In the quiet crowd, neither of them spoke.
Occasionally, low voices will be heard among the worshipers, someone is telling their inner prayers; if a worshiper from afar faints from hunger, the people nearby will immediately give him water and food, and after waking up, they will help him go in. Mountain.
On the faces of these believers, they could not see the war and disaster brought by the underworld at all, and the people's calmness was completely different from the people in Maple Leaf City.
The people here have peace of mind and can face birth and death calmly. They are not practitioners, but they have stronger and more stable hearts! The people of Maple Leaf City learned to grow and be calm in the subsequent war after experiencing the initial panic of the Netherworld invasion, and were no longer afraid.
Later, as they traveled westward, people had full confidence in the Qinghe Sect.
Miao Xiang didn't know if the entire Zhonghuang Continent was like this, but she hoped it was. Such a human world would definitely be stronger than the underworld.
It was not until evening that the two of them reached a position closer to the temple and finally saw clearly the entire set of movements and etiquette of the worshipers.
Also following the gaze of the worshipers, Miao Xiang accidentally saw that inside the temple, there was a shrine two and a half feet high and one and a half feet wide on the gable wall. The person being worshiped was a painted sculpture.
This sculpture cannot be said to be lifelike, perhaps because it was worshiped, but it exudes a lot of divinity and looks like a living person.
Miao Xiang felt familiar, but she didn't know where she had seen similar scenes.
When it was her turn, she also imitated the movements of the believers and knelt down to worship!
The same is true for Su Xin.
Everyone only knelt down and worshiped outside the temple, which made Miao Xiang's idea of checking inside come to nothing.
Follow the people to the spring and do as the Romans do. There was no water bag, so they symbolically scooped water from wooden ladles and took a sip.
It is sweet and refreshing, and drinking it makes your body clear and clear.
This is a kind of good water. What does it have to do with enemies becoming enlightened?
Puzzled, Miao Xiang suddenly heard a commotion at the temple.
The two people quickly turned back and found that a believer was dead with a smile on his face.
The people nearby were not sad and frightened. Instead, a few people came out to pray for the deceased. Their strange tones were low and majestic, as mysterious as the snow-capped mountains in the evening.
After the prayer, someone carried the deceased to the right side of the temple. Only then did Miao Xiang notice that there was a deep pool formed by trickles of mountain water.
People took off their loose robes to block their sight, and used water to clean the bodies of the deceased. The two of them were surprised when one of the believers glanced at them inadvertently, and they quickly looked away.
I feel in my heart that this action is a great offense to the deceased!
