Chapter 123 Fireworks

"Could it be... I was originally from here?" Yuan Ming's heart trembled, and he couldn't help but guess.

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

About half an hour later.

The convoy came to an open area in the south of the city, where the City God Temple stood.

The square outside the temple had already been crowded with people, but because the temple door was closed, everyone was holding long incense and waiting outside. It was crowded, but it seemed quite quiet.

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

The temple keeper was a white-haired old Taoist. When he saw the general's wife coming, 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 got off the carriage, wearing a gorgeous robe trailing.

The guard leader came forward, holding an exquisite sandalwood box. After opening it, he took out three thick and long black incense sticks and presented them to the side.

The temple keeper then trotted to open the temple door.

The lady walked into the temple door holding three black incense sticks. The other people and merchants followed behind and began to enter the temple according to the amount of their incense money.

Yuan Ming and other people who accompanied him, except the guard leader, could only wait outside.

As the incense offering ceremony began, a sound of bells and chimes, mixed with the sound of chanting some kind of chanting, floated out from the City God Temple.

The people in the square outside, holding up the lit incense sticks in their hands, began to kneel and kowtow.

Yuan Ming leaned against the carriage and looked around.

The incense of this City God Temple is strong enough. It is very telling that it can attract the general's wife to burn incense. Looking at the crowds of people outside, each of them looks respectful and solemn, obviously admiring from the heart.

A solemn and solemn atmosphere spread all around.

Yuan Ming looked at the ancient City God Temple, watching the smoke rising from it, and for a moment he even had the urge to put his hands together and worship from afar.

He turned his eyes and looked at the other end of the long street. There were gongs and drums, firecrackers, various juggling and stilt-walking performances, and constant cheers. It was also very lively.

Until this moment, he was somewhat relieved. Although this possession did not bring him the practice method like last time, it brought a little comfort to his heart that had been wandering in southern Xinjiang for a long time.

The smell of fireworks in the world is the most soothing to the hearts of ordinary people.

At this moment, he was like the most ordinary member of this city, enjoying the long-lost fireworks for a short time.

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

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

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

"I always feel that you are absent-minded today, very wrong, are you sick?" The round-faced man asked with a little concern.

"It's okay, maybe you didn't rest well." Yuan Ming perfunctorily said.

"Why, are you still worried about the safety of the young master? I say you don't think so much, the lady came to burn incense today, it should be for the blessing of the young master." The round-faced man said.

"The young master... Alas!" Yuan Ming followed the man's words and sighed.

His sigh seemed to touch the emotions of the round-faced man, and he couldn't help but sigh and said: "Think about our young master, the only son of General Yuan, who has been lost outside for so long. Even if he is still alive, I don't know how much suffering he has suffered?"

General Yuan's only son, lost outside for more than a year?

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

He was thinking about the wording and how to find out more information, and then he heard the round-faced man continue to say:

"It is said that His Majesty has been sad for a long time because of this matter. When His Majesty was still a prince, the young master had been studying with him. He should have had a promising future, but now..."

Yuan Ming wanted to ask directly "What is the young master's name", but he couldn't ask like this, or he would be regarded as crazy.

"If the young master didn't go there, there would be no such thing..." Yuan Ming thought about it and said without comment.

"The king has ordered it, and it is so glorious to be an envoy to the southern border. How can I not go? Besides, the young master also needs this envoy to earn merits and accumulate qualifications." When the round-faced man said this, Yuan Ming's mind "buzzed" and he was a little absent-minded for a while.

The round-faced man saw that he was dazed and didn't speak for a long time. He shook his head and sighed, and didn't say anything anymore.

…

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

Yuan Ming followed her in the car, listening to the gossips of the people on the road with a heavy heart, and finally confirmed that the bustling city he was in was the capital of the Great Jin Kingdom.

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

The convoy returned to the general's mansion. After unloading the carriage, Yuan Ming led the three horses back to the stable.

According to the original owner's job, he should brush the horses first and then feed them with soybean meal and grass.

He planned to find a way to walk around the mansion after returning to find something related to the only son of General Yuan.

However, when he was about to return to the courtyard where the stable was located, Yuan Ming suddenly met two tall and peculiar middle-aged men who walked out of the courtyard on the other side.

These two people were wearing unique leather armor, as if they were each wearing a reddish-brown vest, which only protected the chest and abdomen, but not the arms.

On this vest-like leather armor, there are rune marks that are either pressed or engraved. It is obvious that it is a magic weapon worn by a cultivator.

As for the two people, the one on the left looks no different from the people in the Central Plains, but his skin is slightly darker, his facial features are tough and angular, and his shoulder-length black hair is loose and slightly messy.

The one on the right has a round face, a flat nose, a wide mouth and big ears. His head is shaved bald, leaving only a circle of short hair around it. There are two huge rings on his ears. His appearance and dress are very similar to those of the people in Southern Xinjiang.

The reason why Yuan Ming noticed them is more because of the latter.

He was a little puzzled. Why would there be people from Southern Xinjiang in the capital of the Great Jin Kingdom and the general's mansion?

Before he could see clearly, the two people had disappeared from his sight, and Yuan Ming had to lead the horse back to the stable.

At this moment, Yuan Ming felt a buzzing in his ears, his head sank, and he fell down with a dizzy feeling.

...

In a blink of an eye, Yuan Ming woke up in his room.

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

On the bed in front of him, a simple green pottery incense burner was placed in front of him, with a thin black incense stick inserted in it, and the other one had burned out, leaving only the last spark 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 headache, and after a short rest, he couldn't wait to urge a wisp of magic power to pass into his arm and took out the incense burner again.

Although this time's possession failed to descend on the little emperor again and failed to obtain the lower part of the "Nine Yuan Jue", the information obtained brought him a great shock.

"No, I have to try to possess 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 had dimmed again, and with a thought, the magic power flowed out from the palms of his hands and flowed into the incense burner again.

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

Yuan Ming exerted all his strength, pouring all his magic power into the incense burner without reservation, until all the magic power in his body was exhausted, and suddenly his eyes went black, and there was a sharp pain in his head, and then he fainted.

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

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

The building ship was carved with beams and painted with gold and silver, and was extremely luxurious. There were many armored soldiers around, holding halberds and swords, and looking majestic.

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

But before he could feel it for long, the scene in front of him suddenly changed. He jumped out of the building ship in a mess with injuries, and behind him was a short-haired boy wearing a short robe with a bow chasing him.

In a hurry, he had to jump off the building ship and fell into the rolling flood, floating away.

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

In the hazy vision, he could vaguely see that not far away, a group of people were stopping and looking over here, among whom was a slender woman in white, wearing a bamboo hat and a white veil covering her face.

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

In the cave, he was tied together with a group of southern Xinjiang savages with handcuffs and shackles.

As soon as he looked up, he saw Hu Zha, shirtless, carrying a big knife on his shoulder, and ordered: "Kill them, kill them all..."

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

He was sweating all over, his chest was heaving, he was breathing heavily, and his head was still a little swollen and painful.

The scene that possessed others just now did not become blurred because of his awakening, but was imprinted in his mind very clearly, just like his lost memory, awakened.

"That's what really happened..." Yuan Ming murmured.

At this moment, he was almost certain that he was the only son of General Yuan who was on a diplomatic mission to southern Xinjiang, but he didn't know why he was chased and fell into the water. After a lot of twists and turns, he ended up in Biluo Cave.