The mood of returning to the residence was extremely heavy, and even Bai Ya, who had always been as weak as water about his children's affection, did not say a word.

What should be said, the mother of the country has explained everything, including the king's heart disease. When she first said what was going on, several people were incredulous, because it sounded inexplicable. And she explained very sincerely, and there was not a trace of a lie in it, and they had to believe it. Unless she and the forces behind her are masters of lying, making up stories to deceive and use outsiders like them. But what do they get in this way? The four of them didn't question it.

Wherever the king spent the night, he had nine candles with his cronies. The candles were slightly different in color, not the same in height, short, fat and thin, but eventually burned out almost at the same time. These subtle differences are important markers that distinguish them. Before he falls asleep, it is up to him to light it in a certain order. A quarter of an hour later, he closed his eyes and headed out for the world of his dreams. If he is woken up, he has to do it again. Now he came by himself, and in the past there was a special attendant to do it. But one day, a sloppy ghost got the order wrong, and when the king woke up, he was so angry that he dragged him out and beheaded him.

The mother of the country said that he could be regarded as a wise man, at least he never careless of human life. It's just that people were scared that time, and she also talked about him. The monarch angrily yelled at her, "You know what a fart," and walked away. But no matter how he said it, he still listened to the words of the mother of the country, and he didn't let anyone else come after that. There must have been a special secret about candles, but he never told anyone. In addition to its appearance, people only know that it is scented. Maybe the order in which the aroma is emitted affects the proportions, and thus his sleep or dreams? Everyone has no way of knowing, only that the candle was given to him by the incense god. When you run out, you should respectfully bow three times and bow nine times and go to the door to pick up the gifts.

It is only when the monarch falls asleep that he feels that he has returned to the real world. In that world, there are his hard-working parents, kind grandparents, and his loving older brothers and sisters and his loving younger brothers and sisters. And he is still the "idle" young man. The Mother of the Nation has heard his countless descriptions of "dreams" and what she has experienced in the so-called reality. For him, becoming the king of the Xiangji Sect and knowing the leader of the Xiangyin Sect are all dreams, including his favorite mother of the country, all of them are fake. In this illusory dream, he reviewed official documents, cared for the people, and looked down on all living beings from a high place above ten thousand people. It's rare that he is conscientious in his dreams, and after this addiction, he will return to the ordinary, boring but "real" "reality".

The monarch said that the mother of the country was very much like his youngest sister, but more beautiful than his sister. How can such a young beauty like a poor boy in reality? It must have been a dream, and I didn't run away. Sometimes because he thought it was a dream, he didn't want to deal with those complicated official documents. At this time, the mother of the country coaxed him softly and let him keep this small country running. Although in the sovereign territory of the Xiangyin Sect, all this is just a formality. He doesn't really have a voice, but he doesn't care.

"It's really evil."

"Isn't it?"

After going back, Bai Ya said this. Qi Huan probably knew what he was talking about, so he agreed. It's better to say that no matter what happens, it's strange from beginning to end.

However, the rest of the men never spoke again. Except for the two girls who muttered twice over other trivial matters. To say that Matsukawa Yang gave the wine medicine is really fierce, they all lay down before they heard the sound of the courtyard guards moving. It wasn't much of a conversation, at least, they already knew what to do the next day.

Go and meet the leader of the Xiangyin Sect, the incense god Qianminpo.

The mother of the country had already told them, but she told a few people, but don't tell the sect leader that it was the mother of the country who leaked it to them. Although this method is almost a well-known secret in the country of Xiangji, it does a good job of keeping it secret from heretics and non-believers, and this alone is enough to see something unusual. She said that she could not tell the god of incense that someone else had told them. Who that person is, if they can't tell one, two, three, they and many believers who are not pleasing to the eye will be unlucky.

So, as long as Liu Shenghan said that he figured it out by himself. As for how to convince the sect leader that she has this ability, Liu Shenghan is very confident.

They slept until noon. It wasn't until someone brought food that they woke up in a daze. After the meal, a few people made a simple plan, and then they went out leisurely.

Xiangji country is very interested in incense burning. In some city-states, if the lord was a believer, he would order the streets and alleys to be filled with shrines. It doesn't need to be delicate and luxurious, even if it's a meaning. In the country of incense, although there is no shrine, an incense burner can be seen in a position where people can't go far. Of course, this incense burner is much larger than the hand burner of the faithful, and is usually made of bamboo or wood, and the porous structure makes it easier to absorb the aroma. When they come to the country of incense, they can occasionally smell the fragrance. The flavors are not the same, most of them are bland, maybe they are too far away. The country of incense is vast and sparsely populated, and unless it is a particularly lively area, the fragrance will become lighter.

But after all this time, they all felt that not only their clothes, but also their hair was permeated with a strange fragrance.

There is a specific time to see the god of incense, and only believers of a certain status can see the sect leader himself. But the days are not the key to "not opening the door". If you insist on going in, you can get in as much as you want, but there is a time limit for the followers. It's okay, there are too many people to save now, and I can't speak.

The incense burners, which resemble shrines, are the "doors" to the temple of the incense gods. It is known as Xiangyuan. The door is opened only on the first and fifteenth day of each month, and between the first hour and the second hour of the day. It is said that it was the moment when the epiphany bloomed, which is a bit of a flash in the pan. The spices given to them by the mother of the nation also have epiphany.

It was already dark, and they deliberately found a remote shrine. The spice is very special, and many of the ingredients are native to the country of incense. The spices are burned in the shrine and a set of mantras are recited. If several people visit together, they must have a kind of herb woven rope tied to their hands, otherwise something bad will happen. In the midst of the aroma, people will be drowsy. At that time, you will enter the incense garden like a pavilion in the sky with your body.

When he finally checked the vanilla on his wrist, Qi Huan kept a calm face. Liu Shenghan noticed it and asked him what was going on. He shook his head and only said that he didn't want to mention it, it was a troublesome thing by the sea. Bai Ya and Jun Aoyan looked away as if they couldn't hear it.

The incantation was stinky and long. They couldn't write it down with a note, so they vaguely memorized it. Fortunately, Qihuan has a good memory and keeps repeating it to them patiently. Bai Ya seriously suspected that the parts that involved praise were false, and only those obscure parts that they couldn't understand just by listening to the sound were real and valid. In fact, many syllables do not have these words in their cognition.

The aroma permeated from the small furnace of the shrine, and the faint smoke made the dark scene in front of him even more hazy. The four of them sat in a circle around the shrine, and no one showed any signs of sleepiness. It's quiet around, with the occasional bug or two.

Does this really work? Bai Ya pondered secretly. The Mother of the Nation shouldn't have a reason to lie to them, but she helped them so much and didn't ask for anything in return. After all, a few of them could not confront the monarch head-on, and it was even less likely that they would fight with Qianfu as soon as they came up. Although he has a straight temperament, he is not impulsive to that part. In the end, you still have to outwit it, but it's really troublesome. But even if the status of the Xiangyin Sect in the country is damaged, how can the monarch be restored and let him believe in the facts? It's not that he doesn't help, it's that the relationship is too complicated. If you can't do it, you will waste the favor of the mother of the country. Bai Ya doesn't like to owe favors.

Thinking about it, he appeared in front of a courtyard with his friends. The delicate hollow wooden door is entwined with colorful flowers, all glowing and fragrant. The flowers stretch to the long fence on both sides, and the glowing flowers make the night no longer monotonous. The direction of the fence is straight, with no end in sight, extending into the pervasive milky mist. The mist was the same as the one under their feet, cold around their ankles, so cold that it didn't chill. Standing here is like standing on top of a vast sea of clouds.

The wooden door suddenly opened to them, revealing another wonderful world. The moment they stepped into the courtyard, the sound of melodious music flowed into their ears, adding to the magnificence of all this magnificence. The timbre of strings, winds, and percussion instruments work together to create a smooth and natural soundtrack as if they have been rehearsed thousands of times. There are many people who play musical instruments, and they are not ordinary people. Most of the humanoids are women, and the country is fragrant, as if they have stepped down from the murals. The rest have the body of a cow, a horse, a bird and other animals, but they all have human heads. They performed their duties, their bodies were light and fluttering, and they moved in front of them as if they were riding the wind. Some people occasionally pass by them, touching their faces, scratching their hair, and teasing them a little. Bai Ya was a little irritable.

None of them is surprised by this. In the courtyard there was a palace-like building, and behind the building was a huge treasure mountain, adorned with all kinds of precious stones, gold and silver, which glowed in the dark night and blinded the eyes. After walking a few steps, they came to the front of the building. The building has no doors, and there are smooth masonry on the ground that extend inward.

Although speaking at this time seemed to be a bit destructive, Qi Huan couldn't help but say:

“…… Well, who of you still remember, how we got here? ”

"It looks like it's just here out of nowhere." Jun Aoyan said, "But ...... I don't think there's anything wrong with that. ”

Liu Shenghan summed it up as "like a dream". In fact, that's exactly what it means.

As soon as they stepped inside, the music suddenly changed completely, without any excess, and the sound from the outside completely disappeared. Compared with the previous feeling of momentum, it is now slightly cleaner and more melodious, mainly with the sound of the flute.

The people here are more like people, still handsome and beautiful, but they are much more than the rules outside the palace. They line up on both sides, with lowered eyes and low eyebrows. Here carved beams and painted buildings, gold bricks and jade tiles, magnificent, even the palace of Xiangji country can not compare with half of the scenery.

A handsome man sat on a jeweled throne, wearing a dark and shiny octagonal crown, and his eyes were slightly open, but he turned a blind eye to them.

He was playing a slender jade flute.

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