"I see."
Zhang Heng laughed out loud, not forgetting to flatter her: "Senior Sister, you really know a lot."
"You call this knowing a lot? It's obvious that you haven't read enough books in the sect. Sister Sheng has read far more books than you."
Tang Yin was joking, but suddenly she felt that Xiang Sheng was too quiet, and couldn't help but ask with concern: "Sister Sheng, why are you so depressed?"
Xiang Sheng came back to his senses and immediately smiled, "No, I'm just wondering why the incense is so popular in this city."
Upon hearing this, Zhang Heng immediately stood up and said, "Junior Sister, you don't understand this, do you? The origin of Shengcheng is not found in the book.
The first temple to worship the Goddess of Mercy was built here. For ordinary people, this city is a place of pilgrimage, so naturally, it is very popular.
"Shengcheng?"
Xiang Sheng raised his head and focused his sight above the city gate. Sure enough, he saw the words "Shengcheng" and his eyelids couldn't help but twitch.
Upon waking up in her reincarnation, she discovered that she had become a bodhisattva in a temple, which was already absurd enough, without even a so-called pilgrimage site. But now that she was there in person, watching herself being worshipped by millions of people, she felt incredibly strange.
After a moment's silence, Xiang Sheng finally asked, "Sister Tang, there's something I don't understand. There are so many great masters who have fallen in the world of cultivation. Any one of them would be enough to build a temple and offer incense. Why did you choose... a casual cultivator who died young?"
After she said this, the person who answered her was not Tang Yin, but Tang Yecheng, who had been silent the whole time.
"It's true that countless powerful people have fallen in the world of cultivation, but how many of them have dedicated themselves to the East Continent?"
Tang Yecheng shook his head and sighed, "Back then, incense was scarce. After the Incense Hall was established, in order to determine the candidate for deification, the five major sects each nominated their own ancestor, all in the hope of gaining a little bit of the secular world's mysterious luck, and thus they argued endlessly.
Seeing that time was passing by without a conclusion, Jiang Tianjiao suggested that both sides take a step back and choose from the fallen cultivators so that no one would suffer.
Then, when it comes to the contribution to the blockaded underworld, there are only two candidates, one is the leader of the Puppet Sect in ancient times, and the other is Senior Xiang Sheng.
The destruction of the Gui Sect was an ancient secret, involving far-reaching consequences. All other sects were wary of it, and naturally, they didn't dare list it as a candidate for deification. Thus, Sheng Ji was born."
Zhang Heng suddenly realized something. "So there are so many complications involved. This is the first time I've heard of this."
Tang Yin's face turned pale as she listened. This was the first time she had heard the twists and turns of the story. Her master had sacrificed his life for justice, leaving no trace of his remains. And yet, even after his death, he was being exploited. It was simply too much!
Xiang Sheng nodded calmly, "Thank you, Senior Brother Tang, for clearing up my confusion."
She didn't feel anything at all. At most, she would just remember it to Jiang Yiji and ask him to repay the favor in the future.
The four chatted for a while before they blended into the pilgrims and successfully entered the city. Replacing the statues at the Niangniang Temple was not a big deal, but it was not a small one either.
If I enter the city as an immortal, I will inevitably attract attention, which will only add obstacles to the replacement of the statue. It is better to keep a low profile.
As soon as you enter the city, the noise of the city comes from all directions.
"Steamed buns, freshly baked steamed buns!"
"Selling candied haws, selling candied haws, if it's not sweet, no money..."
"The best quality incense, one ounce of silver per bundle..."
"Could you please take a closer look? This is a treasure from the Shengji Temple. I'll only sell it to you for two taels of silver..."
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The streets were lined with stalls and the sounds of hawking were constant. The passers-by were all wearing clean new clothes, and their faces were full of piety and joy.
Zhang Heng was dazzled and exclaimed repeatedly, "Why does this city feel even more lively than the capital?"
Tang Yin also sighed: "Today happens to be the anniversary of Senior Xiang Sheng's death, which is also Sheng Ji's birthday, so the city is naturally bustling."
"Junior Sister Tang even remembers this?"
Tang Yecheng was slightly surprised, then smiled and said, "In that case, this is a rare opportunity. Why don't you three take a good look around? I'll find you guys again after I've replaced the statue."
Zhang Heng and Tang Yin's eyes lit up when they heard this.
Although they have lived for more than a hundred years, they have spent most of their time practicing. This is the first time they have strolled around the streets like today.
Tang Yecheng looked at the two of them, shook his head and laughed, then turned his gaze to Xiang Sheng, only to find that he was much calmer than Tang Yin and the others, with only a faint smile on his face.
This little girl has a calm temperament.
Slightly surprised, Tang Yecheng did not stay long. He turned around and disappeared into the crowd.
After Tang Yecheng left, Tang Yin and Xiang Sheng immediately took them out for a tour, and they had a great time.
While Xiang Sheng was dealing with the two of them, his eyes kept looking towards the tall temple in the city, and his brows gradually furrowed.
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