Wei Zi pondered for a moment and quickly understood: "In the early history, such as Tianyin Long Poems, they were all passed down orally, with one specific person telling another specific person. Do you mean that the high priest Yao Guang was the one?
"
Feng Danyuan nodded: "Absolutely. Nanming once said that before the Jiuli priest passed away, he would keep his lifelong memories on the altar. The successor priest could extract the memories of past priests from the altar through some kind of witchcraft. Yao Guang can
Do it.”
"Then let's go." Wei Zi is an activist.
Three days later, the two of them were at the temple near the capital of Northern Xinjiang.
Looking at the altar similar to the one on the shore of the East China Sea, with the towering white bones of Kui, Wei Zi felt quite complicated.
When the aging high priest Yao Guang learned Wei Zi's identity, he excitedly performed the most noble ceremony as a priest.
"What...want to know?"
"I want to know the origin of Tianyu Mountain." Wei Zi said bluntly.
"good."
Yao Guang walked slowly to the middle of the altar, formed a seal with his hands, and closed his eyes. The memories of the past flew through his mind like a white horse passing by, or like a dog in the clouds.
After a long time, he slowly opened his eyes and said: "Northern Xinjiang was originally a deserted land with no mountains and large swamps. Later, due to miracles and changes in the sea, mountains rose from the ground. Moving on.
Later, the Jiuli and Yandi tribes moved north, and Master Tianyu set up a barrier here, so this place became known as 'Tianyu Mountain'."
"Because of the divine protection of Master Tianyu, this area has always been lush with vegetation, and people have gathered here one after another."
Wei Zi was stunned for a long time, and then respectfully said to Yao Guang: "Thank you, the high priest, for clearing up the doubts."
"You don't need to be polite. It's getting late, so you two can rest in the temple." Yao Guang replied.
Wei Zi knew that the temple had the most complete historical documents in Northern Xinjiang and wanted to take the opportunity to read it, so he happily agreed.
That night, Wei Zi came out of the temple library. The breeze blew past her face. When she looked up, she saw the vast night sky and the bright stars.
Under the starlight, a tall moon-white figure stood under the pine trees. When he saw her coming out, the cold color on his face suddenly melted like ice and snow, turning into a warm spring color.
Feng Danyuan walked towards her and asked softly: "Have you finished reading?"
Wei Zi said "hmm" and said, "I've read seven, seven or eight."
The two sat down at the stone table, and Feng Danyuan asked: "Looking at your expression, it seems that there is an answer to the Yi clan's matter, but it seems that there is not."
Wei Zi sighed softly and said: "That's true. I have been thinking about a problem before."
"The Yi men are born with burning fire in their bodies. As long as they get sick, they will have a burning attack. The whole body will feel like being burned. The pain is excruciating and extremely dangerous. If they cannot survive it, they will die. Therefore, it is difficult for Yi men to live long."
, most of them stop at the age of 20 or 30."
"If the Chishui people return to the human world, they will wither like trees, so they need to use witchcraft to replace them with human blood to save their lives."
"There is also the Jingwei clan. It is said that they have been cursed by witchcraft and will not live to be thirty. However, if they do not leave Tianyu Mountain, their life span can be extended."
Wei Zi looked at Feng Danyuan and frowned: "Don't you think these tribes from ancient times all had similar fates?"
Feng Danyuan replied: "That's true. I've thought about it before, but I can't find any clues to solve the mystery."
