Madmen don't keep diaries

Chapter 366 365 The Power of the Colorful-Clad Granny

Without hesitation, Master Ma immediately gave work instructions.

He first had Fang Youliu turn the carriage back into a rickshaw—the two wheels couldn't be turned back, so he picked them up and threw them into the carriage bed along with the suitcase.

Then Shunzi transferred Zheng Ajuan onto Fang Youliu's back, and then Shunzi lifted the rickshaw and carried it on his head.

Fang Youliu complained, "We finished the work, so what are you going to do?"

Feng Xiuhu pulled a master of ceremonies out from the vines beside him and said confidently, "I am in charge of escorting the hostages."

He kicked the master of ceremonies in the butt: "If you want to live, lead the way."

The terrified master of ceremonies had no choice but to comply, and walked forward shakily.

The group stormed out of the city gate.

……

On the way, Feng Xiuhu inquired about the situation from Sili.

"So Jiangluo Creek is actually the territory of Caiyi Temple?"

Before the Master of Ceremonies could speak, Fang Youliu vehemently denied his point of view: "Of course not."

He glanced helplessly at Feng Xiuhu: "Second Master, you've been in Fancheng for too long, that's why you have this opinion."

“Fan City is the hometown of the Goddess of Wind and Rain, and the Fengyu Palace is also located there. To put it bluntly, other temples don’t extend their reach to Fan City out of respect for the Goddess. Therefore, Fan City only has the Fengyu Temple.”

"For most cities, there is more than one temple. People pray to the gods for a wish, and these wishes are diverse. Today they want children, so they pray to the Bodhisattva of Childbirth; tomorrow they want a good marriage, so they pray to the God of Marriage; the day after tomorrow they want good health, so they pray to the Barefoot King. There is no conflict between them."

Feng Xiuhu frowned: "How can there be no conflict? He worships this person today and that person tomorrow, so whose believer is he?"

Fang Youliu shook his head: "You haven't figured out one thing. Essentially, what gods need is not believers, but faith. When someone sincerely prays to a god, faith has already been established."

"Of course, it would be even better to have a loyal and steadfast group of believers, just like in Sail City, where countless generations have multiplied and the faith in the Goddess of Wind and Rain has been engraved in their bones. Even when they have special needs, they will pray to other gods, but no god can shake the position of the Goddess of Wind and Rain in their hearts."

Feng Xiuhu pondered for a moment, resting his chin on his hand: "But faith ultimately comes from believers. If this trend continues, sooner or later, different deities will break out into war over the competition for believers."

Fang Youliu smiled wryly: "You're right, but that era has passed. In the Fourth Era, this continent was divided into kingdoms, each with its own gods, regardless of size, so wars were constant."

"But at the end of the Fourth Era, Xi Jun was born. With her absolute strength, she brought all the gods to her side and laid the foundation for the complete Eastern pantheon you see now. At the same time, the first unified empire in the history of the Eastern Continent, Da Zhao, also appeared at that time."

"Therefore, as long as Xi Jun is alive, there will be no infighting among the Eastern gods over the competition for believers."

Feng Xiuhu's expression was somewhat unnatural. He mumbled something and changed the subject: "Why don't you continue talking about Jiangluoxi?"

Fang Youliu didn't notice the abnormality in his tone: "Jiangluoxi is the same. There is more than one temple here, so the statement that 'Jiangluoxi is the territory of Caiyi Temple' is completely unfounded. Perhaps it is because the miracle of the Caiyi Granny bestowing the Zhu Lin Jin has a great influence on Jiangluoxi that makes Caiyi Temple more important in the hearts of the people."

Fang Youliu glanced at the master of ceremonies leading the way and lowered his voice: "This is also why I don't want to cause trouble—do you think it's over once you've resolved the matter of the Caiyi Temple? All the temples in Jiangluo Creek are interconnected. If you offend one, you offend all of them—even the church has to be included."

Feng Xiuhu was taken aback, and subconsciously rubbed the emerald green thumb ring on his hand: "Are there the Wind and Rain Temple and the Mist Church?"

Fang Youliu replied, "Of course! This place is so close to Fancheng, we wouldn't miss either of them."

Feng Xiuhu nodded: "Then I'm relieved."

Before we knew it, we had arrived at our destination.

This is the outskirts of a forest not far from the county town. You can see a small river, like a jade ribbon, winding out from the edge of the forest and then flowing into the town.

It seems this is the river called "Jiangluo Creek".

Feng Xiuhu understood.

A bamboo grove blocked the way, and as the view followed the path, the outline of a temple could be vaguely seen.

The group continued along the path, and as they approached the entrance, the Master of Ceremonies spoke up, "This is it. The High Priest should be in his meditation chamber at this time." Feng Xiuhu shoved him, "Did I tell you to stop?"

The master of ceremonies said nothing more, lowered his head, and continued walking forward.

"Stop."

Suddenly, a reminder from Shi appeared in Feng Xiuhu's mind.

Without hesitation, he stopped Shunzi and Fang Youliu, and then pulled Sili back.

Fang Youliu turned around in confusion: "What's wrong?"

Feng Xiuhu's eyes darted around warily. He stammered and found an excuse: "Keep an eye on him. I'm going to make a phone call first."

Telephone?

Fang Youliu was stunned. Where did this phone call come from in the middle of nowhere?
Feng Xiuhu walked to the side alone, turned his back to them, raised one hand and made a "six" gesture, then put it to his ear: "Hey, I'm here, what are you saying?"

Everyone fell silent.

Fang Youliu Chaoshunzi cast a meaningful glance at him: "Has he had another relapse?"

Shunzi glared: "My brother isn't sick!"

Fang Youliu sighed, "They really know how to pick their timing..."

Ever since he angered Shi in Menglin, he hadn't spoken a word to Feng Xiuhu. Today was the first time he had spoken up—it seemed there really was something that forced him to speak.

But Shi didn't explicitly state the situation; he tried to let Feng Xiuhu understand it himself: "What do you think Granny Caiyi's authority is?"

Feng Xiuhu glanced back at Caiyi Temple: "I heard it's in charge of weaving, so it should be... textiles? Weaving?"

Shi did not answer, but after a moment of silence, asked again: "Then what do you think was the original god who first mastered this rule?"

Feng Xiuhu thought for a moment and guessed naturally, "A silkworm?"

"You answered both questions wrong."

Erosion chuckled mockingly: "It's a giant spider."

"...Her authority is 'hunting'."

Feng Xiuhu was stunned. He never imagined that a temple in charge of weaving could be associated with hunting.

He couldn't help but curse inwardly, "What's the connection between these two? How could things have gotten so tangled up like this?"

"It's not crooked."

Eclipse said, "Think about it carefully, what is the essence of hunting?"

"Uh……"

Feng Xiuhu conjured up an image in his mind of a group of savages wielding bows, arrows, and spears, chasing wild boars all over the mountains: "Want to have a good meal?"

Shi Po cursed, "It's a trap! You idiot! Hunting is inseparable from traps, and it's also the method that the monks of the Colorful Robe Temple are best at."

Feng Xiuhu was displeased by the scolding and retorted, "What does a trap have to do with weaving?"

Shi sighed, too lazy to argue with him: "The essence of the hunting authority is indeed related to 'cloth,' but this cloth is not that cloth, nor is it the kind of cloth you can see with your naked eye, but rather... the cloth of layout."

"Therefore, the essence of hunting is planning."

(End of this chapter)