"Taodu Mountain?" Zu An was taken aback; he had never heard of it before.
Faced with his question, Xihe showed no impatience and explained softly, "There is a Ghost Gate on Taodu Mountain, a place where all ghosts come and go. Yuhe Lei usually guards that place, inspecting all the ghosts. All the ghosts that are good or harmful are bound with reed ropes and fed to the tigers on the mountain. Therefore, many people in the mortal world believe in them as door gods and draw their images to paste on their doors to ward off evil..."
Zu An's heart stirred. The door gods that people often see in later generations are Qin Shubao and Yuchi Gong. That's because Emperor Taizong of Tang, Li Shimin, was afraid of ghosts and monsters, so he painted portraits of his two fierce generals to ward off evil. Before that, the door gods were more often Yu Lei.
No wonder ghosts are so afraid of roosters crowing in various myths. It turns out that when the golden rooster of Peach Valley Mountain crows, the gates of ghosts close, and it will also peck at all kinds of evil ghosts.
Wait a minute, Xihe just used the word "mortal realm," could it be that she's already an immortal?
Then Xihe continued, "When the golden rooster of Peach Valley Mountain crows, the stone roosters of famous mountains and rivers all over the world also crow. When the stone rooster crows, all the roosters in the world crow together. The surging sea tide echoes the rooster's crow and roars loudly. A bright red sun emerges amidst the surging sea tide and the sky full of rosy clouds."
“I would drive my chariot carrying that golden crow across the entire sky, bringing light to the world. One crow would go out every day in order, and there would never be a mistake. But who knew that today… today such a thing would happen, this is going to be a disaster.”
Zu An's heart skipped a beat: "Madam, could it be that the Golden Crows just got bored and sneaked out?"
“Impossible. A terrible disaster happened before. They wouldn’t dare repeat the same mistake…” She suddenly froze, clutching her head in pain, and said, “Something big must have happened before, but I just can’t remember it!”
The group from Zuan exchanged glances, all recalling the legend of Hou Yi shooting down the suns. They had thought that all these things had happened in this world, so why were there still ten suns?
If it didn't happen, why does Xihe seem to remember something?
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