"Another example of God believing in heaven even if he doesn't believe in God." Mo Zhiyu couldn't help but complain, causing the Cloud Gate Fu cultivators next to him to look weird.

Yun Shi, who was lying on Mo Zhiyu's back, still didn't have the energy to speak, so he could only pinch Mo Zhiyu's shoulder, and Mo Zhiyu quickly shut up. After all, just because he, a godborn, doesn't take God seriously, doesn't mean that other godborns don't take God seriously.

Then Cheng Qixue said in front: "If this path is really Shinto, it means that the place we are looking for is the right one." According to the tradition of the Southern Continent, the tomb will not be built far away like the Eastern Continent, but will be in the center of the place where people live. This is a very old ancestor worship in which they believe that although the body is dead, the soul is still there and will bless them.

You see, when we were there in Wuxi before, didn't we see a lot of wooden towers in the center of the stockade? They are all tombstones of saints from all ages, except that the tombs of saints are in the backyard where saints live, and I have heard that there is a flower garden above the tombs of each saints. ”

"......" As a person who has gone deep into the backyard of the Holy Maiden's house, Mo Zhiyu felt that he didn't know what his mood was for a while, he had been rummaging through those flower beds every day before.

"If that valley is really a cemetery, then there must be a lot of information about the old Holy See, and it may be possible to speculate why this is the current situation." Yun Wenruo said very firmly, and even the pace of leading the way was a little faster.

Others are also affirming, and they are also seizing the pace of progress.

After all, it was a world without Yuan Li now, and it was impossible for everyone to hike too fast. The group walked along the leylines of the earth, and it was only after walking for nearly a day that they entered a valley.

The entrance to the valley was far narrower than the Shinto they speculated, and everyone didn't know what was going on inside, so they all stopped outside the canyon, and then took advantage of the last bit of light of the sunset to take the four warriors of the Cheng family in to investigate, and after confirming that there was nothing unusual inside, everyone entered the valley in turn.

As soon as you squeeze into the narrow entrance, your eyes suddenly open up. Everyone saw that this was a very wide canyon place, from the entrance here, all the way up along the cliffs on the left and right, there were countless stone thieves of the house, the afterglow of the setting sun from the top of the valley obliquely illuminated, making this place shining, like a magnificent heavenly palace.

Mo Zhiyu and Cheng Qixue were people who had been to the Imperial Mausoleum, but most of the buildings above the Imperial Mausoleum were made of wood, and they had basically collapsed and rotted when they saw them. And now, it is full of stone robbery houses, and the spectacular scene of the past is still well preserved, which can completely let people know how prosperous it was back then!

"Such a spectacular place, it doesn't feel like a sacrificial building built above the mausoleum, it feels like the emperor lived." Cheng Qixue said with emotion, "No, there is no emperor in Nanlu, you should be called a king." ”

"Actually, it should not be called a king, but a saint." Yun Wenruo stepped up the stone steps, "Before the emergence of the Mosuo Kingdom, the Southern Continent was also respected by the Holy See, and the leaders were the high priests and saints. However, then there was internal strife, the old papacy was expelled, the high priest of that time was killed, and the saints of that generation were still very young, so they were taken in and taken to the sea. The Nanlu people who remained on land then continued to fight among themselves, until a powerful general came to the fore and established the short-lived kingdom of Mosuo. ”

"There are saints on both sides, and there are no requirements for this saint?" Mo Zhiyu asked curiously.

"Of course there are requirements," Cheng Qixue said, "Is it drawn by lots?" No, it seems to be a lottery. ”

"Huh?" Mo Zhiyu's eyes widened in shock.

"It's like this, the way Nanlu chooses the Holy Maiden is very similar to the lottery." Yun Wenruo explained, "In the civilization of the Nanlu people, their world was founded by a goddess of creation, and the holy woman is the reincarnation of the goddess, which may be the legend left over from the theocratic era, which is very close to the reincarnation of Lei Yin Pavilion.

The reincarnation of these saints will be determined by the priests through some kind of sacrifice and divination, but there can not be only one reincarnated spirit child of each generation of saints, and it is more troublesome to choose a new saint from among these reincarnated spirit children to cultivate.

In addition to the long-term observation of these reincarnated spirit children, the priests also had to assess their practice of magic. In the end, after not being able to choose, they will hold the biggest festival in the sacrifice ceremony, and let the gods determine who is the real saint.

This last way is to engrave the birth dates of the candidate saints on the bamboo when the previous saints are dying, and throw them all in a copper furnace baked by the fire, and then the previous saints will choose one of the bamboos at will, which is the birth of the new saints. ”

"Sounds like a lottery." Mo Zhiyu sighed, and then asked, "What about the remaining reincarnated spirit children, won't they be unwilling?" ”

Yun Wenruo paused, turned around and continued to climb the stairs, and then said slowly: "Once the new Holy Maiden is chosen, those eliminated reincarnated spirit children will of course no longer be reincarnated spirit children, they need to sacrifice their souls to the new Holy Maiden to complete the unification of the heavenly gods' souls...... That is, to become the funeral object of the previous saint. ”

Mo Zhiyu was slightly stunned for a moment, and then said very puzzled: "These reincarnated spirit children have received a high-level education from the priests, even if they can't become saints, they should become very powerful priests, and those people in the Holy See are really willing to waste these people like this?" ”

"It's so cruel, in fact." Cheng Qixue shrugged and said, "But this truth is very simple, because the Holy Maiden is the formation cultivation that the Holy See needs, and the priests are actually just Fu Xiu, and it is enough to have one formation cultivation." Just like those sects in the Eastern Continent, they will cherish the formation cultivators in the sect, but there is only one formation cultivator who can really enjoy all the resources. For example, Mr. Murong of the Sword Heng Sect in the past dynasties, and Mr. Yunda who you are carrying now. ”

"Isn't it true that there are more big killing weapons like Array Cultivation, the better?" Mo Zhiyu was still very puzzled, "Military cultivation and physical cultivation like ours are the kind of people who can be cherished without being cherished and casually thrown out as cannon fodder, aren't they?" ”

"Hey, Mo Er! You said you could just do it yourself, why did you take me with you?! Cheng Qixue said dissatisfied.

Mo Zhiyu smiled apologetically at Cheng Qixue.

"Formation cultivation is indeed worth cherishing, but resources are not unlimited, so all resources only need to be used on the person who is most worthy of use. Besides......" Yun Wenruo said and looked at Yun Shi, as if he would not say the next words until Yun Shi nodded in agreement, "If there is no hierarchy between the formation cultivators, the more people there are, the more thoughts they will have." ”