aircannonsinc Chapter 165: The fate of the world is fading away
Chapter 165: The fate of the world is fading away
Several people with different identities set out on a journey again, but this time, there was no revival of the Demon God or annoying things like the Fatui.
To the west of Liyue Harbor is the foot of Tianheng Mountain. When a woman in black clothes and frosty hair passed by, they all smiled, because it was here that he picked up a disciple and she also gained a junior sister.
However, the man in black was thinking of much more than these. There was also the Rock God who built a mountain to block the four rivers, the Dust God who spoke three words to determine the Guili Gathering, the Fairy Deer who measured the sky and supported the giant mountain, and the Kitchen God who dispersed his power and hid here.
Since the establishment of Liyue Harbor, Tianheng Mountain has blocked countless disasters, big and small. The traces of the rock walls on the peaks have disappeared over the past thousand years, but at least some people still remember them.
There are also people who sigh loudly every time they recall this period of history, remembering the Thousand Rocks Group who resisted the devil with their mortal bodies, and admire their bravery and fearlessness. As the saying goes, an ant trying to shake a tree, it is admirable but not overestimating one's own abilities!
A few miles further west is the Yaksha Temple, which is always bustling with incense. Almost all the people of Liyue have come to the temple to burn incense, but not for any other reason than to express their respect for the Yaksha martyrs and to hope that the news that the world is now peaceful can be conveyed to them.
Yun Jin glanced at the temple where people were coming and going in an orderly manner, and thought: "Since I happen to be passing by, I might as well go in and burn some incense. The Yakshas are great warriors who suppress evil and eliminate evil, and their military exploits are somewhat related to the goddess in the story."
A trace of nostalgia flashed across Mo Ran's eyes. Everything from the past was still vivid in his mind, the laughter of the survivors in the Yaksha camp, the bloody battles on the battlefield, and the close and intimate feelings between the Yakshas like family. These seemed to have never gone away, but he was just standing there and they were carved on the wall.
Kong and his travel companions looked at each other with respect, because they had learned before that regarding matters concerning Yakshas, they should not laugh in front of the temple of these warriors who were defending their country, at least they should do so on the surface.
Mo Ran held his daughter's hand, the wide sleeves of his black clothes fluttering in the breeze. He said softly, "Let's go and burn a stick of incense for the Yakshas."
Shen He could sense his father's vague loneliness, and there was a flicker of worry in his beautiful eyes. After all, his father looked like this before he left last time.
In front of the three halls, there are several lush trees with flourishing branches and leaves, which shade the sunlight for the pilgrims. Birds are chirping on the branches, as if welcoming the visitors.
Paimeng glanced around, looked at a man in black, and asked, "Mo Ran, there are three halls here. There should be some taboo about which one should be there first, right?"
Mo Ran nodded slightly and said slowly: "The stone statue enshrined in the left hall is the general of the Flying Yaksha, and also the only general, Tongque."
"Later generations praised him for his extraordinary bravery and courage, his ability to conquer the heavens, and his ability to fight alone despite being outnumbered by the enemy."
"The right hall houses the familiar Five Yaksha Generals, who fought against the Whirlpool Demon God before. You two should have met them, Traveler and Paimon."
"The praises of later generations for these five are as numerous as the drizzle of an ox, and as endless as the torrents of rivers flowing into the sea. The ones that have been most deeply rooted in people's hearts are General Teng Snake, who shocked the world with a thunderbolt; General Xinyuan, who shook the earth with a rock; General Huoshu, who burned the sky with blazing fire; General Luojuan, who reflected the moon in the clear waves; and General Jinpeng, who was covered in blood with a gust of wind."
"The five generals guard the ancient country with extraordinary fighting power. They can pacify the world separately, but together, there will be no taboos in the universe. They are invincible and unstoppable!"
"There are no incense burners or candles in these two side halls. The reason is to let people pay more attention to the main hall, where only the Yakshas with different names are left."
"Because the achievements of the five generals were extraordinary, but they were not bad either. Each of them was a brave and courageous soldier like a tiger. They never showed cowardice and never turned their backs on the enemy. All the deaths and injuries were in front of them, without exception."
Mo Ran sighed deeply, and then said: "In the main hall, there are 1,564 Yakshas who were buried in the battlefield due to the war between demons and gods, and 932 Yakshas who returned to their hometowns due to the war between immortals and demons, a total of 2,496."
"You are a man of steel, fighting to the point of exhaustion. I will leave my name here for the people of Liyue to remember. I hope you will feel his spirit and respect him. Don't forget the martyrs, don't forget the martyrs!"
This long speech attracted most pilgrims to stop and watch, and they all showed some admiration in their eyes, because this young man not only spoke at length, but also spoke clearly and logically, with solid reasons, which is not easy to find nowadays.
Yun Jin walked into the main hall with respect and burned a stick of incense to these Yakshas. The blond boy and his companion followed closely behind, also with respectful expressions.
A man in black took his daughter's hand and stopped in the main hall. He took two incense sticks, lit them on the candlestick, and handed one to Shen He.
The father and daughter lit up the incense stick together. The already glittering name on the wall became even more dazzling, and there was an indescribable aura that came towards them.
Paimeng and the other two waited outside for a long time. Paimeng finally couldn't help but called out, "Mo Ran, it's time for us to go!"
Mo Ran responded with a "coming", turned around and took his daughter with him, striding out of the door with big strides, as if he had returned to the past. At this moment, he seemed to hear the deafening shout that drove back the mountains and seas, and the words, "I, your humble general, respectfully send you off, Commander!"
The man in black turned his head slightly and took another look at the many names on the wall. Then he took his daughter and went to the destination of this journey together.
Demon-suppressing mountain.
The mountain is steep and almost vertical. Although it is a mountain, it is only rock without any soil or green ground. From a distance, it looks like a giant pillar standing between heaven and earth, supporting the sky and the earth, exuding the residual power of the war between immortals and demons.
A group of five people came here, three of them had different feelings. One had once carved out a circle here and sealed himself off, and now he returned to the world; one had fought here, was watched by the gods, embarked on the path to immortality, and gained a new home.
One who came here when she was young still has a vivid memory of it, as if it was an age when there were no taboos and no worries. She said with some nostalgia, "When I was a child, I came to the Demon-Suppressing Mountain once with my father."
"I remember the mountain was so high, as if no matter how hard I climbed, it would never end. By the time I finally reached the top, I was so exhausted that I even forgot to look at the scenery. It was such a pity!"
"Today I am revisiting an old place. The mountains here are steep and precipitous. Halfway up the mountain there is a waterfall that rushes like a rainbow and the water gurgles. It actually feels a bit like a paradise. If you don't mention the name of the place, you probably won't be able to tell that this is the place where evil spirits are suppressed."
“No wonder the legend of ‘The Goddess Splitting the Temple’ happened here. With the vague relationship between mortals and immortals, this place really looks like a place where immortals often descend.”
Paimeng scratched his head, his curiosity overflowing once again, and asked, "Yun Jin said before that "The Goddess Splits the View" is a story about gods, monsters and fairies. I wonder what it is about specifically?"
Shen He was dignified, his thin lips slightly pursed, and he held the hand of the man in black clothes even tighter, but it was only for a moment, and it flashed by, like the wind passing by without leaving a trace.
Mo Ran stretched out his empty hand and tidied her temples that were messed up by the wind. This silent comfort was the tacit understanding they had had for more than ten years.
Yun Jin looked at the small floating white-haired object and replied, "It tells the story of a girl who becomes a hero."
Paimon was startled and said, "Hero! Paimon loves to hear stories about heroes the most!"
Yun Jin smiled back and continued, "This is the earliest legend that spread in the Demon-Suppressing Mountain. It is said that there was originally a prosperous village here, where people of all ages lived happily and contentedly."
"In the village, there lived a couple who loved each other dearly and were deeply in love. But perhaps because of God's jealousy of their marriage, a terrifyingly powerful monster suddenly came to the village!"
"The wife was out collecting herbs when she was captured by a monster. The husband was heartbroken and soon after, he also became crazy and wandered around the village all day."
"The monster arrogantly told the villagers: If you want to save the lives of all the villagers, you must sacrifice the children in the village to me!"
Paimeng stamped his feet in the air. This easily aroused little fellow was indignant and immediately said pointedly, "How could there be such a villain! Why wasn't the True Lord of Demon-Extermination and Removal of Obstacles here at the time? Otherwise, it would not be the turn of this monster to act tyrannically!"
Sora rolled his eyes, not bothering to correct his travel companion's word choice, even though it felt like she did it on purpose.
Shen He covered her mouth and smiled slightly. Even though she was in a heavy mood just now, she couldn't resist Paimeng's amusement.
Mo Ran's expression remained the same, with no discernible change. That was why little Paimeng stomped his feet again.
Yun Jin folded his arms across his chest and continued, "But the immortal didn't know everything. At that time, the immortal didn't mention coming. The villagers were afraid of the monster's power and still offered their young children to it."
"Just when they were discussing whose child to sacrifice to the monster in order to save the lives of the entire village, a little girl stood up resolutely."
"She had an exorcist sword on her body. She walked to the monster's lair with fear on the surface, and then she attacked boldly at lightning speed. Finally, after this desperate battle, she defeated the monster with great difficulty!"
"Later, word spread in the village that she was taken in by an immortal family because of her extraordinary talent. But unfortunately, immortals and mortals are different. After all, they are two different worlds. She never set foot in the mortal world again, but hid in the mountains and fields, not caring about worldly affairs."
"Just like the ending of "The Goddess Splits the Temple", the cause and effect of the mortal world is vague and disappears into thin air!"