Versatile Mage: I have no intention of dimensional throne

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. 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.

"Judging from your looks, you probably didn't find 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 Yumian 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 generally speaking, the folk customs of Tianmen City mainly revolve around a god called Ming Wang."

"There is a legend that this Ming King is the god who brings light. Its existence makes the Tianmen area abundant with light, so it is suitable for the growth of some economic crops, giving this small town its own characteristics."

"There are also many other rumors about King Ming, such as praying for blessings, giving birth to children, etc. But generally speaking, there are more rumors about the former one."

"Those who promote the interests of the gods, those who promote the majesty of the gods, etc. Basically, what is found in other places is also found here."

Lingling picked up the milk tea and took a sip. She didn't feel anything about it. There were many legends about local gods like this in Kyushu, both 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 didn't respect him as much as they showed."

Ding Yumian then opened his mouth and added, "This kind of disrespect is not disdain or contempt for this kind of superstitious behavior. On the contrary, it is a kind of deep disgust and hatred."

She groaned, seeming to be considering her words, "It's like, they met King Ming and were dissatisfied with his original appearance."

"Sister Yumian is right. We have also seen the statue of King Ming at home. Most of them are similar, but a few of them can be seen to be 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 Prince Ming, let's continue investigating?"

Lingling nodded and pointed outside, "Of course, continue to check. Just in time, I heard from the locals that starting tonight, Tianmen City's monthly Mingwang Festival will be held. We may be able to see something at the festival."

"Mingwang Festival?" Jiang Shaoxu smiled softly, "In such a small town, there is also a Divine Festival, which has a sense of ritual."

"Well, it is said that it is a tradition here. It has been for many years, in order to thank King Ming for his protection and kindness.

During the Mingwang Festival, many people place wish-making lanterns by the river, and there should be other activities. We just happened to participate in them, and 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 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 in an instant, wisps of notes merged into the void, and then, countless voices merged into his mind.

Quickly finding what he wanted, Bai Mo released 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 you."

"I got it, Mom."

"Don't go out and wander around. We can't participate in the festival at night without lights."

"I know!"

"And you must collect the divine leaves. With that, the crops in the fields will be better!"

"Oh, I got it."

A few simple conversations, but 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 can it be made to look like the real thing?"

Jiang Shaoxu frowned, with a bit of confusion on his face, "This is quite pious."

"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 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 know more about the legend of King Ming, we should probably go there and ask."

Ding Yumian reminded, "There are also those who disapprove of King Ming in their hearts. We need to distinguish carefully and verify the words of both parties."

"Then let's go together. We happen to be participating in the Mingwang Festival and we seem to need some kind of floating lantern to express our wishes." Bai Mo said.

So the four of them set off to Myoji 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? What do you do?"

The young man patted a waitress who was kneeling on the ground wiping 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."

Having said this, the strong man glanced at the disheveled waitress and emphasized expressionlessly.

"It's better looking than what you have here, Master."

"Oh? They're not from here. 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!"

Myoji 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 leading to the temple. They were men, women, old and young, mostly locals from Tianmen City.

The four of them, Bai Mo and Bai Mo, were clothed in brocade, rich peasants, and officials Bai Ding.

There are many mages here.

This made them even more curious about this King Ming. The legend of this King Ming seemed 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.

There is no need for anyone to guide them when entering the temple. They follow the flow of people and know where to get the so-called floating lanterns for wishes.

After queuing up to enter the side hall, I saw someone in front of me asking for a wishing floating lantern.

He said he was asking for something, but Bai Mo thought this was 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 mind,

"Most of these people do it voluntarily, and a small number of them don't understand why they do it."

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 traditional. It's just the way it has always been.

Maybe for the people here, this wishing floating lantern is also like this?
Soon it was their turn, and just as he was about to pay, he saw the temple god attendant in plain clothes with a stern face saying,
"How many of you are tourists visiting Tianmen City?"

"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 mountains and seas to come to an unknown small town.

"The four faces don't look like the local people." The stern-faced godly servant glanced at them, chuckled lightly, and didn't look much, but looked at Bai Mo and said:
"Since you are here to play, we can be considered the 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. "

Lingling couldn't help but wrinkle her nose when she heard this, "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 have much reaction. He just glanced at Lingling with a smile, as if he was a child who didn't understand anything.

"Lamps are symbols, but symbols also have different levels. Everyone wanted to be favored by King Ming, so they voluntarily gave some of King Ming's incense."

"When we take care of the Mingwang Temple, we are always afraid that people will just give incense. King Ming is not always watching, so we spontaneously made this floating lantern to express our wishes. Even if King Ming does not bless us, we still have sustenance in our hearts."

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 people behind me who agreed.

Bai Mo thanked him and didn't leave in a hurry. Instead, he said he was curious about the legend of King Ming.

I asked the temple if anyone knew about this and wanted to know more. They also mentioned that they were students at Qingzhou University and were planning to do a graduation project on folklore survey.

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.

So before the godly servant could speak, the few melon-eating people around him immediately turned into enthusiastic and good people.

"This divine 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, "It used to be 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 that right? The road in the center of the city was paved with money from the Yuwen family."

"Hi, Lao Huangli, they also built the bridge over the Tianmen River."

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The topic quickly shifted from the encore of the King of Mythical Stories for Bai Mo and others 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 is not very good-looking, but at first glance he looks like a magician.

Hearing that several people wanted to know about Prince Ming, he calmed himself down and asked with a smile:
"O Prince Ming, no one knows more about it than me. Tell me, what do you want to know?"

"Grandpa, please tell me again 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 Temple of King Ming also existed at that time."

The old man told the story of King Ming's birth, how it blessed this land, how it was magical, how it was worthy of worship, and so on.

Bai Mo and the others looked at each other, and it turned out that the situation was similar to what Lingling and Ding Yumian had found out, but in more detail.

There are no clues about Fang Ritu Chengguan.

"That's pretty much it. Do you have anything else 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'll just tell you something that everyone in the city knows!"

Upon hearing this, several people's eyes immediately lit up, and they all felt that Fang Ritu's clues were coming.

"Well, that was fifty or sixty years ago."

The old man stroked his beard, lost in memories, looked ahead, 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, the decrease in faith caused King Ming to unleash his divine wrath. The sky was full of light in one day, and the light was beneficial to the growth of crops.
But the strong light began to burn the crops, and large areas of crop fields were set ablaze, and the flames surrounded the entire Tianmen from all directions! "

"Everyone is at a loss. Even asking for a high-level water mage to come here only treats the symptoms but not the root cause. Everyone doesn't know what is going on. However, only Tianmen is in this situation!"

The old man said this and sighed heavily, as if recalling the panic and pain of the scorched earth.

Then I heard him continue, "Only our ancestors, who were devout believers in King Ming at that time, understood that it was King Ming who was dissatisfied and lowered his divine power."

"So the ancestors renovated the Mingwang Temple and worshiped every day. At the same time, it also infected everyone. The Tianmen worked together. It was Mingwang who felt his followers again, and then he put away his divine power and showed his divine grace."

"Since then, Tianmen has become a blessed land with abundant sunlight, which is conducive to crops."

Hearing this, several people looked at each other and Jiang Shaoxu said, "So, the Mingwang Festival also started at that time?"

"Naturally, but the Mingwang Festival has actually been circulated for a long time. When Mingwang appeared, it also came into being. It has been passed down from the Tang Dynasty to the present, and it was born together with 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, then he realized and smiled sheepishly,

"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."

"it is good!"

Bai Mo smiled and nodded, 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 from 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 told were all legends after all. It's just that he might not 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 Mingwang Temple. This is true. Tianmen has plenty of sunlight. This is true."

Hearing this, Lingling and Bai Mo also felt that this was a possibility. According to the principle of who has the greatest benefit, they speculated that the Yuwen family was indeed worthy of suspicion, and Fang Ritu's token happened to require light magic energy.

"Maybe it was something left by Fang Ritu, or 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?"

"Let's go, why? I'm attracted to someone else."

"No, the young master sent someone to say that someone is in the city inquiring about Prince Ming, and asked him to find out who it is and what his identity is."

"A few students don't feel the magic aura. Also, do whatever you have to do!"

"Really a student?"

"Don't worry, go check it out yourself, old man, I'm just a beginner!"

Bai Mo finished the sound detection and looked at the three of them. Jiang Shaoxu said, "What are they hiding? Otherwise, why would they pay attention to our whereabouts?!"

"Ha! What else could it be? The 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's probably because they got it from the Fang Ritu ruins."

"Then, what method did they use to make everyone in Tianmen City pay tribute to Prince Ming?" Jiang Shaoxu asked.

When they came up before, they met many people from all walks of life.

"Sacred leaves." Ding Yumian suddenly said, "In Bai Mo's voice before, he mentioned that if you buy a lamp, you will be given divine leaves. Divine leaves are good for crops."

Hearing this, Bai Mo also thought of 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 sent down his divine power and burned the crops. Later, the divine power turned into a blessing and turned into enough sunshine to bless the crops."

Agriculture is the foundation 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 in their mouths 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, what are the consequences of not having the divine leaves."

"The other thing is the legend from fifty or sixty years ago. Since tonight is Mingwang Festival, we can also see the people's reaction to the floating lanterns with wishes."

"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 at. You guys go first."

After saying that, his figure disappeared into the space and disappeared.

The tokens were all obtained from others, and he was somewhat mentally prepared for the possibility that the totems would end up in the hands of nearby people.

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 area at the back.

In some ordinary gardens, a few people who seemed to be from the Yuwen family were walking, and their words were not nutritious, so they were not worthy of attention.

Suddenly, a figure walked past Bai Mo at a very fast pace.

This is also a divine attendant of Myoji Temple, but his clothes look more gorgeous and exquisite.

At the same time, his temperament was more stable and serious. From the names he was called by the people he met, Bai Mo knew that this was the current sacrifice of Mingwang Temple.

He moved his steps and followed up easily, and saw that this man was 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 and entered a stone cave.

Bai Mo also followed him into it, and there was indeed an unexpected surprise.

But he saw a woman with a fiery figure, wearing formal clothes, and a pretty face sitting in it.

"Hey, hey, Mrs. Xu, what's the matter? You need to notify me so urgently?"

A chrysanthemum bloomed on the face of the old priest. He walked up to the woman with a smile and supported her plump jade shoulders with his hands.

"Don't touch me. The city lord asked me to inform you that an outsider is coming. Please be careful these days!"

"I already know that he is not an expert."

As the priest spoke, his hands had already untied the buttons that bound a pair of towering and dangerous openings. (End of chapter)