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.