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Chapter 310 The World of Shinto

After going deep into Yunjiang Road, Wang Ping finally saw what Shinto is!

There is almost no place where you can walk for several hours without seeing a human being. The land is filled with farms and villages, and there are countless pavilions and lofts built. At a glance, it seems that there are tall buildings everywhere.

There are always incense and golden lights dotted between these high-rise buildings, making people feel as if they are in a legendary fairyland. Those who enjoy these places are not dignitaries, but the most ordinary people, who can enjoy as they like. Good food, unlimited drinking.

Five-spice powder is even sold on the streets, and both men and women are addicted to it.

They don't have to worry about their health, because the Shinto Emperor guarantees that they can live to the age of sixty. Before the age of sixty, they can indulge as much as they want. Such a wonderful life only requires their own faith.

It's just that to maintain such a wonderful life, a huge number of slaves are needed. With the evolution of the prosperous age for more than two hundred years, all workers from all walks of life have become slaves, and the number of slaves has unknowingly exceeded that of ordinary people. The number of people.

Even among the slave class, a new social system has developed, with high and low distinctions. The original ordinary people have become aristocrats, and their numbers are extremely large.

Most of them have even forgotten how to cultivate the land, and have completely become a tool for the emperor to control the destiny of the country, but what is the use of such a tool?

The imperial court was not unaware of the contradictions in various parts of the country, so they introduced policies related to denaturalization, and from time to time, the topic of someone denationalizing was circulated among the lower-class slave groups.

However, this method can never cure the contradiction, but it is impossible to deregister all the slaves. This will require more slaves to feed these deregistered people. If this vicious cycle continues, there will be no end.

And the root of all this is Shinto!

"Is this the prosperous age that people call it?" Yulian hid in Wang Ping's sleeves. She didn't like the spirituality full of desire in the inspiration world at the moment.

Wang Ping allowed his emotions to merge into the desire-filled spirituality of the inspired world. Feeling the emotions he had been suppressing, he felt a different kind of pleasure, which made him involuntarily walk into a small temple dedicated to the emperor on the roadside.

It is said to be a small temple, but the temple is also very meticulously built. First of all, the entrance to the temple is carved with a very exquisite dragon-shaped relief, which is integrated with the temple, and there is also a layer of gold powder decoration on the surface.

The internal structure of the temple is a whole. The ceiling is connected by mortise and tenon joints and has been painted with large paint. The surrounding windows are very particular, bringing in sunlight and illuminating every corner.

Behind the incense burner are enshrined the previous emperors, and on both sides of the emperor's tablet are the true kings. This surprised Wang Ping, who knew the ritual process of Daozang Hall. Every true king was placed in a very unique position during the sacrifices in Daozang Hall. It is exquisite, not to mention placed on both sides like this, serving the emperor like a minister.

"Are these people crazy?"

Wang Ping separated his consciousness from desire.

The priest who was preaching to the people noticed Wang Ping entering the temple. He immediately ended his conversation with the people and came over. He asked politely: "Is the Taoist here to offer incense?"

Wang Ping replied: "No, I'm curious, come in and have a look!"

The priest smiled humbly when he heard this, "We only accept believers here, so..." His words were polite, but his actions were not polite, and he made a direct gesture to ask him to go out.

Wang Ping was not angry, he made a Taoist gesture and politely left the temple.

After walking out of the temple, Yu Lian communicated in the spiritual sea: "There is a strong consciousness in the temple, similar to the true spirit of the second realm, but it does not really exist." "That is the magic used by the emperor to monitor the world!"

After Wang Ping responded, he looked towards the end of the official road. He seemed to be climbing a mountain. There was a big city on this mountain. From a distance, he could see the terraced fields scattered among the mountains.

This should be Qingyang Fucheng on Yunjiang Road. An iron army of 60,000 people is stationed here, looking down at the south. However, this is only a record two hundred years ago. Now this iron army is probably corrupted by the extravagant life.

As expected, there were only a few ruffians in casual clothes gambling at the entrance of the iron army camp. There were less than two thousand people inside the camp, and they were all fast asleep in the camp. They had obviously gone out to play all night.

However, this city is not without combat effectiveness. There is an army of monsters outside the city, and there is a big monster stationed inside. In addition, there are several priests in the sacrificial hall in the city. They can easily kill some ordinary people with the help of divine magic. The second realm monk.

"Are those big demons just watching their own people being sacrificed alive like animals every day?" Yu Lian asked in confusion.

"Not only were demons sacrificed alive, there were also humans. Do you think they ever stopped?" Wang Ping asked rhetorically.

Yu Lian was silent for a long time. It wasn't until Wang Ping walked out of Qingyang City that she said, "Such a dynasty should be allowed to perish. When will it perish?"

Wang Ping turned around and looked at Qingyang City after hearing this, then walked to the edge of the official road and looked at the vast rivers and mountains at the foot of the mountain. He looked at the slaves busy in the terraces and responded: "Do you know what will happen if you destroy it?"

"No matter what happens, it's worth it. This kind of civilization is really disgusting." Yu Lian answered very decisively.

Wang Ping stopped talking.

Half a month later, he finally crossed the undulating Yunjiang Road and looked at the land of Gyeonggi Province in the distance when a puppet bird landed on his hand.

This puppet bird was used by Wang Ping to communicate with Xia Yao. He looked around and took out the information from his abdomen with slight doubts. Let’s get down to business later.

Xia Yao reminded him that as the pacifier of Nanlin Road, the situation is now turbulent and the relationship between the capital and the capital is messy. Some people welcome him and some do not. Those who do not welcome him may use some invisible means.

"Invisible means? Do they still dare to let the assassination party appease the envoy?"

Wang Ping said to himself.

He must know what he means as the pacifier of Nanlin Road in today's turbulent situation, so he walked in a low-key manner this time.

Yulian responded to Wang Ping's soliloquy and said: "You still have to be careful. Looking at the people here, their consciousness and emotions are obviously abnormal. I think they not only dare to assassinate you, but they may also attack you openly!"

At this time, Wang Ping looked to his left, and a stage horse slowly approached him. To be able to ride a stage horse on this road requires some status. On top of the stage horse was a young man wearing lavender clothes. The silk robe, the jade pendant around his waist, and the identity tag of a military official swayed together and made a soft sound.

"Taoist Master, you are such a smart bird, how can you sell it?" the young man asked with his fists clasped, his demeanor was polite, but his expression was arrogant and a bit like he was trying to force the purchase.

(End of this chapter)