Chapter 352 The Mountain God or the Mountain Ghost?
So what’s the reason? If Huang Weijian has plenty of time, he will definitely teach Lin Luodong about the general knowledge of personal ability. Gods and monsters are basically from the same family. Many ancient mountain gods are local monsters deifying themselves, who can never shed their monster nature without being authorized by heaven. Thus, it’s natural that the bald pen shows the same reaction as it meets a monster.
Hearing Huang Juan’s crying, while Huang Weijian is still hesitating, Lin Luodong has already been overwhelmed and he climbs over the low wall of the Grand Shrine.
Huang Weijian is wordless. From this perspective, the brat Lin Luodong is really like his sister. They are all compassionate persons. If they were not, the Lin family might not have taken Huang Weijian in. Sister Lin is capable of being such a person, but what about Lin Luodong? Having a friend like him, Huang Weijian has no choice but follow him to climb over the wall with grief and indignation.
The two teenagers follow the crying, with their figures soon swallowed by the dark night.
Tonight there are no lights in the Hongu Sengen Taisha Shrine. At ordinary times, it would be disrespectful towards the goddess guarding the mountain. But this is a specific detail that they can’t know simply by Google.
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Deep in the dense forest of Mount Fuji, there comes a strange sound of a night owl.
Lin Luoran and other people land on where the incident happened one by one. The two cars blocking the middle of the road have caused much trouble for the other drivers. Some drivers saw the dead bodies and called the police, so this place will soon be locked tight.
Different personal ability naturally means different visions. Lin Luoran in the Bearing Essence period can see strange things that the two teenagers couldn’t find out. From the dead bodies of the drivers who died strangely, she can easily find the faint sense of the left evil power.
Lin Luoran feels familiar yet unfamiliar with this power at the same time.
Is it the power of faith different from hers but originating from one body? The Fly Apsaras painted sculpture in Lin Luoran’s ocean of consciousness is very gorgeous, where some of the flickering connection points of faith have extinguished quietly, but a few of them are even brighter than ever before. Does that mean as time goes by, some people have totally forgotten her as the “Mortal Heart Fairy”, while a few people become more devoted?
She can feel the small Stamp of the Dragon King is running hot. Lin Luoran is a bit frustrated. If she had known what happens now, she would have taken the seemingly insignificant “apotheosizing herself” seriously.
“The power of faith with darkness attribute. Linny, this time you are in trouble.”
In the space, fire phoenix says lazily. Since Lin Luoran called it “reddie”, the vindictive fire phoenix immediately came up with a nickname for her called “Linny”.
“What is the power of faith with darkness attribute?” Now it is not the time to care about the nickname so Lin Luoran just ignores it. When Li Xi’er and others are checking the places around, she takes the time to ask the fire phoenix.
Fire phoenix cackles with laughter, “There are good people and bad people. The gods are the same. There is also another possibility that the power of faith is all from some evil people. In this way, the godhead will also be contaminated with darkness attribute.”
Lin Luoran has a headache and says, “Hasn’t an unreliable reddie once said that I am the last god in the world?”
Fire phoenix sneers, “Besides you, even the Buddhist cultivators of Huaxia are still generating the power of faith. It is not surprising that someone uses the power of faith for personal gain.”
Lin Luoran feels a bit relieved. And Yuan Ye has already stridden back.
“Grandmaster, a corpse is found in the nine-o’clock direction. He died as those two drivers did. Judging from his equipment, he may be a Huaxia Special Forces guy dispatched here.”
Lin Luoran’s heart freezes. She knows the corpse Yuan Ye is talking about must be the soldier who sent the video but sacrificed.
She tramps to the dead soldier. What Lin Luoran can do now is to help him close his eyes slowly.
“Tell Lin Qingxue. By the way, find out what gods are worshipped in Mount Fuji.”
Yuan Ye nods. His information is from the restricted data of the Tribe for Cultivators rather than the superficial material on Google.
When waiting for the information to be generated, Yuan Ye gets in touch with Lin Qingxue.
Coincidentally, Lin Qingxue also has news to tell them. She doesn’t mention she is on the way here but focuses on the latest finding.
“The monitor on the way to ascend the mountain has recorded the passengers. According to the investigation, all of the ten missing persons are all young people under the age of 20, and they are students of the University of the Sacred Heart and the Aoyama Gakuin University. The coincidence is that these two universities are all in Shibuya. I have checked the information of all the missing people. They are all young people under twenty. It is kind of strange.”
Yuan Ye murmurs, “What happens to Shibuya? These missing young people are under 20 years old. But it is only one of their common points. They are all last seen in Shibuya or local people of Shibuya…”
Lin Luoran clenches her fists. Both Lin Luodong and Huang Weijian are under 20. It seems that they happen to be in the age range of the missing young people.
What’s worse, if they had happened to be in Shibuya, they would almost 100 percent be in danger now.
“What have you got?”
Mr. Lin, Li Xi’er, and Wen Guanjing find nothing. They soon gather round here.
“In the early ninth century, the Mount Fuji volcano eruption made the mountain and fields barren. To appease angry mountain gods, local people built a shrine here to worship the goddess “Konohananosakuyahime”. Nihonese named the shrine Hongu Sengen Taisha Shrine. Compared with the Yasukuni Shrine which is repellent in Huaxia, it is more like a top religious authority in Nihon. Every year, all the big families would send their best children to serve in the shrine. If someone becomes the Grand Priest in the future, his whole family will undoubtedly have a skyrocketing rise.”
Lin Luoran walks back and forth and says, “Saito Asada said he is the guardian of the shrine. Did he mean the Hongu Sengen Taisha Shrine?”
Yuan Ye freezes, with his fingers searching in the database quickly.
“Grandmaster, you are right! Saito Asada is not only the Security officer of the Hongu Sengen Taisha Shrine but also a popular candidate for the next Grand Priest. Does he have something to do with this incident?”
Lin Luoran is still frowning. She asks, “Next? So who is the incumbent?”
Yuan Ye’s fingers holding the phone tighten unconsciously, and he says, “Now the position of the Grand Priest is still open. It has been five years since they had the last Grand Priest… Saito Asada seemingly acts as the top spokesman of the Hongu Sengen Taisha Shrine at this moment.”
Even though Yuan Ye is thoughtful, he can’t perceive the remaining power of faith here like Lin Luoran. Therefore, he can’t infer some key points for a moment.
However, Lin Luoran perceives everything so distinctly. She is gradually clear about something.
Based on the series of events, it seems that someone wants to deify himself, which is different from Lin’s accidentally apotheosizing herself.
No, this inference still cannot explain many key points. Lin Luoran is so puzzled.
Yuan Ye can’t help but say, “Grandmaster, aren’t we going to save Luodong and Weijian?”
Time is passing by. Why doesn’t the grandmaster feel anxious about it?
Goldie flies here from the depths of the woods and throws a sparrow in front of everyone.
The poor little sparrow has fainted long ago, but Goldie just expects it to be a piece of physical evidence rather than a witness. After communicating with Goldie by the spiritual mind, Lin Luoran feels some riddles in her heart have been solved.
“You mean, it saw a flashing bright-colored skirt hem when the soldier died?”
Goldie nods. This little sparrow definitely dare not lie to it who is the king of birds.
Does the goddess have a body? Lin Luoran feels at least her true body won’t be seen through by a little sparrow. But the eyes of birds boast somewhat magic power. It is not surprising for them to detect something that ordinary people or even cultivators cannot see. But does the skirt hem represent the god worshipped in Mount Fuji or the ghost in this deep mountain?
