Celestial being

"Could it be that... I am originally from here?" Yuan Ming was excited and couldn't help but guess.

That feeling seemed to come from the depths of the soul, not like the feeling of merging with the memory of the original owner.

About half an hour later.

The convoy arrived at an open area in the south of the city, where the City God's Temple stood.

Many people had already gathered in the square outside the temple, but because the temple door was closed, everyone was holding incense and waiting outside. It was crowded, but it seemed quite quiet.

When the general's wife's motorcade arrived, the crowd was immediately divided by soldiers, leaving a wide passage in the middle.

Miao Zhu was a gray-haired old Taoist. When he saw the general's wife arriving, he immediately came to greet her.

Yuan Ming also retreated to the side with the others and waited quietly.

At this time, the general's wife stepped out of the carriage, wearing a gorgeous robe.

The guard commander on the side stepped forward, holding an exquisite sandalwood box. After opening it, he took out three thick and long black incense sticks and presented them aside.

Miao Zhu then trotted to open the temple door.

The lady walked into the temple door with three sticks of black incense in her hand, and the rest of the people and merchants, divided into hierarchies according to the amount of money they spent on incense, followed behind and began to follow into the temple.

Yuan Ming and other people accompanying him, except for the guard commander, the rest could only wait outside.

As the incense ceremony began, a sound of bells rang and struck, mixed with the sound of reciting some kind of chant, floated out from the City God's Temple.

The people in the square outside held the lit incense in their hands and began to kneel down and worship.

Yuan Ming leaned against the carriage and looked around.

The incense in this City God's Temple is strong enough. It's enough to attract the general's wife to offer incense. Looking at the crowd of people outside, all of them look respectful and solemn, which is obviously their deepest admiration.

A solemn and solemn atmosphere spread all around.

Yuan Ming looked at the quaint City God's Temple and saw the smoke rising from it. For a moment, he had the urge to clasp his hands together and worship from a distance.

He turned his eyes and looked towards the other end of the long street, where gongs and drums were noisy, firecrackers were blasting, various juggling and stilt-walking performances were taking place, and there were constant cheers, which was also very lively.

It was only at this moment that he felt a little relieved. Although the possession this time did not bring him the skills to practice like the last time, it gave him a sense of comfort in his heart that had been wandering in southern Xinjiang for a long time.

The fireworks in the world are the most soothing to mortal hearts.

At this moment, he was like the most ordinary member of the city, briefly enjoying the long-lost smoke of fireworks.

At this time, the round-faced man came closer again.

"Wang Shun, what's wrong with you today?"

"What's wrong?" After hearing the question, Yuan Ming looked at the other party and said.

"I feel like you're absent-minded today, something's wrong. Are you sick?" the round-faced man asked with concern.

"It's okay, maybe it's because I didn't rest." Yuan Ming said perfunctorily.

"Why, are you still worried about the young master's safety? I told you not to think so much. Madam came to offer incense today, probably just to pray for the young master." The round-faced man said.

"Master, he... alas!" Yuan Ming followed the man's words and let out a long sigh.

His sigh seemed to have touched the round-faced man's emotions. He couldn't help but sigh and said: "Think about our young master, the only son of the dignified General Yuan. He has been missing for so long. Even if he is still alive, he doesn't know what happened to him. How many sins?”

General Yuan's only son has been missing for more than a year?

Yuan Ming's heart trembled suddenly, and he immediately grasped the key to his words.

He was just thinking about his words and how to find out more information, when he heard the round-faced man continue:

"It is said that His Majesty has also been sad about this matter for a long time. Young Master, he has been accompanying His Majesty when he was still a prince. He was supposed to have a bright future, but now..."

Yuan Ming heard this and wanted to ask directly, "What is the young master's name?" But he couldn't ask, for fear of being regarded as crazy.

"If the young master hadn't gone over there, nothing like this would have happened..." Yuan Ming considered it for a moment and said noncommittally.

"With the king's mission, it is so glorious to be sent to Southern Xinjiang. How could I not go? Besides, the young master also needs this mission to earn merits and accumulate qualifications." As soon as the round-faced man said these words, Yuan Ming's mind went "buzzing" As soon as the sound rang, I was a little distracted for a moment.

The round-faced man saw that he had a dull look on his face and didn't speak for a long time. He shook his head and sighed, and stopped talking.

…

Near noon, the general's wife returned to the mansion.

Yuan Ming drove back to follow him. He listened thoughtfully to the gossips of the people on the roadside, and finally confirmed that the bustling city he was in was the capital of the Jin Dynasty.

The best place in a country is naturally extremely rich and prosperous.

The motorcade returned to the General's Mansion. After unloading the carriage, Yuan Ming led the three horses back to the stables.

According to the original owner's work, the horses should be brushed first and then fed with soybean meal.

After he returned, he planned to find a way to walk around the house and look for things related to General Yuan's only son.

Just when he was about to return to the courtyard where the stables were located, Yuan Ming suddenly met two tall, strange-looking middle-aged men walking out of the courtyard on the other side.

Both of them were wearing unique leather armor, as if each was wearing a reddish-brown vest. Only the chest and abdomen were protected, while the arms were left uncovered.

On this vest-like leather armor, there is a rune mark that is either pressed or engraved. It looks like a magic weapon worn by a practitioner.

As for the two people, the one on the left looks the same as the people from the Central Plains, except that his skin is slightly darker, his facial features are strong and angular, and his shoulder-length black hair is loose and slightly messy.

The person on the right has a round face, a flat nose, a wide mouth and big ears, with a shaved head, leaving only a circle of short hair around it, and two huge rings hanging from his ears. His appearance and dress are very similar to those of southern Xinjiang people.

The reason why Yuan Ming noticed them was mainly because of the latter.

He was a little puzzled. Why were there people from Southern Xinjiang in the palace of the dignified general in the capital of the Jin Kingdom?

Before he could see clearly, the two people had disappeared from sight, and Yuan Ming had no choice but to lead the horse back to the stable.

At this moment, Yuan Ming felt a "buzzing" sound in his ears, his mind sank, and he turned over and fell down.

…

In the blink of an eye, Yuan Ming woke up leisurely in his house.

"I'm back..." Yuan Ming muttered to himself, feeling lost.

On the bed in front of him, a simple-looking green pottery incense burner was placed in front of him, with a thin black incense burner stuck on it, and the other burnt out, leaving only the last spark that was gradually extinguished.

As all the light was completely extinguished, the incense burner turned into a starlight again, flowed into Yuan Ming's arm, and disappeared.

Yuan Ming felt a little pain in his head. After taking a short rest, he couldn't wait to send a ray of mana into his arm and took out the incense burner again.

Although the possession this time failed to come to the little emperor again and failed to obtain the lower part of the "Nine Yuan Jue", the information obtained gave him a great impact.

"No, I have to try possession again to find out who I am?" Yuan Ming frowned deeply. He now deeply suspected that he was the young master of the General's Mansion who was lost in southern Xinjiang.

He looked at the Tai Chi pattern that turned dim again, and with a thought in his mind, mana flowed out of the palms of his hands and entered the incense burner again.

As the mana poured in, the Tai Chi pattern of the incense burner lit up with a hazy light, flickering like a firefly.

Yuan Ming used all his strength, pouring all the mana into the incense burner without reservation, until all the mana in his body was exhausted. Suddenly, his vision suddenly went black, and there was a sharp pain in his head, and then he fainted.

In a daze, he suddenly had a confusing and long dream.

In his dream, he saw himself wearing a gorgeous brocade dress, the shape of which was in the style of the Central Plains, standing on the deck of a gorgeous seven-story ship, leaning on the railing and looking into the distance.

The buildings and boats are decorated with carved beams and painted beams, painted with gold and silver, which are extremely luxurious. There are many soldiers around, holding halberds and sabers, which is majestic.

Even though he knew it was a dream, Yuan Ming felt his high spirits in the dream.

But before I could feel it for a long time, the scene in front of me suddenly changed. I jumped out of the boat in a state of injury and embarrassment. Behind me, there was a short-haired young man wearing a short robe holding a bow and chasing after me.

In desperation, he had no choice but to jump off the boat, fell into the rolling flood, and floated away.

After that, he saw himself again, lying on the muddy beach. A burly man with a tiger head tattoo on his chest was leaning over, roughly pinching his mouth, and stuffing something into his mouth.

In the hazy sight, you can still vaguely see a group of people not far away, who are stopping to look here. Among them is a slender woman in white, wearing a bamboo hat and a white gauze covering her face.

Yuan Ming tried his best to open his eyes, trying to see the person clearly. Unfortunately, before he could see clearly, the scene in front of him changed, and the figure had already appeared in the familiar dark cave.

In the cave, he was tied up with a group of southern Xinjiang savages, handcuffed and shackled one by one.

When he looked up, he saw Hu Za, who was bare-chested and carrying a big knife on his shoulder. He ordered: "Kill them all, kill them all for me..."

The next moment, Yuan Ming suddenly opened his eyes and woke up.

When he woke up, he was covered in cold sweat, his chest was heaving, he was breathing heavily, and his head was still a little swollen and painful.

Not only did the scene of possessing others not become blurry because of his awakening, but it was imprinted in his mind extremely clearly, just like his lost memory came to life.

"That's really happening..." Yuan Ming murmured.

At this moment, he was almost certain that he was the only son of General Yuan who was on an envoy to southern Xinjiang. However, he was chased and fell into the water for unknown reasons. After a lot of twists and turns, he ended up in Biluo Cave.