Guarding the River of Time-Chapter 404 - 394: Sculptures in Mutei Temple, True Faith
The next day, a major piece of news, like a meteor falling into the calm waters of Changxun City, stirred up endless waves!
The previous City Lord of Changxun City, Liu Changxun, has returned from the Upper Realm!
Moreover, he is currently at the City Lord’s Mansion!
This news instantly ignited the atmosphere of the entire Changxun City. Countless young talents were overjoyed, as they had grown up hearing the legends of City Lord Changxun.
City Lord Changxun is the pride of all cultivators in Changxun City, as he is the only one in the city’s history to have passed the rigorous selection process of the Divine Alliance, been taken to the Upper Realm, and joined the Divine Alliance’s army. He ascended smoothly and left many legends in his wake!
Soon, an even more sensational piece of news came from the City Lord’s Mansion.
Lord Liu Changxun is preparing to hold a grand ceremony, inviting everyone in the city to worship at Mutei Temple!
With Lord Liu’s return and the hosting of this grand ceremony, it is the largest event in hundreds of years.
The last large-scale pilgrimage was five hundred years ago when City Lord Changxun passed the selection process. The entire city celebrated and went on a pilgrimage to Mutei Temple!
This time, with Lord Liu’s return and the hosting of another grand pilgrimage, it has a distinctive flavor of returning home in glory.
Countless young people in the city were exceptionally excited!
They have dreamed countless times, imagining that one day, they too could pass the Divine Alliance’s selection, ascend to the Upper Realm, become people above others, achieve success and fame, return home in glory, and lead their families and the entire city in worshiping at Mutei Temple!
No young cultivator can resist this kind of glorious return. Just thinking about it makes their blood boil with excitement.
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"Be nimble, everyone, and stay sharp!"
"Tomorrow is the biggest event in our Changxun City in hundreds of years. If anything goes wrong, I’ll gut you all!"
The chief steward of logistics at the City Lord’s Mansion shouted at the hundreds of household slaves in front of him.
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As the grand ceremony would be held the next day, preparations had to be completed today, including items for the pilgrimage, gifts, and so on.
Not only was the City Lord’s Mansion busy, but all the cultivators in Changxun City were also overwhelmed with activity, especially the city’s prominent families.
They were trying to gather treasures for the pilgrimage, pulling out one by one their most prized possessions from their coffers.
Tomorrow, when Lord Liu personally leads the pilgrimage, the largest event in hundreds of years, they, as the noble families of the city, cannot afford to lose face and must strive to showcase their heritage.
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"Old Mu, don’t slack off, or if Old Master catches you, you’ll surely suffer."
A robust middle-aged man patted Su Mu, who was taking a short rest under a large tree, and reminded him softly.
Because Su Mu had lost one hand, he was impaired and had to rest frequently while working.
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"Old Wu, what is Mutei Temple? Why do we worship there?"
Su Mu slowly raised his head and asked the middle-aged man carrying things, his expression serious, not at all like joking.
Upon hearing this, Wu Han’s face changed dramatically. He quickly set down the heavy box on his shoulder, covered Su Mu’s mouth, and hurriedly pulled him into a nearby empty warehouse, locking the door.
"Old Mu, are you looking for death!"
"How dare you make such a joke?"
"Do you know what the crime is for blaspheming Mutei Temple? It’s undoubtedly a death sentence!"
"If Old Master hears this, we’ll both be sunk into the river in the next second!"
Wu Han’s expression was very serious, not at all joking.
Seeing this, Su Mu rubbed his temples, recently feeling that his memory had issues, frequently forgetting important things.
However, regarding Mutei Temple, he apparently had no memory at all.
"Old Wu, maybe I drank too much recently, affecting my memory." Su Mu laughed.
"You need to be more careful."
"We are people who can’t cultivate; we’ve had divine luck to secure a job at the City Lord’s Mansion, which is not easy. Drinking is not for us; it’s something for those powerful, prestigious people to enjoy at leisure. Our work is just to survive."
"I’m not trying to discourage you, but you are also incomplete now, and it’s harder for you than for me, so... be careful with your words and actions."
Old Wu advised earnestly.
"Old Mu, I must remind you, regardless of your intentions, you can’t blaspheme Mutei Temple. For me, Wu Han, it’s the only faith, even as an ordinary person at the bottom. But I too have faith."
"This time, since you drank too much and got muddled, I’ll forgive you."
"If I ever hear you blaspheming Mutei Temple or the Lord again, don’t blame me for turning my back on you!"
Wu Han said seriously, word by word, to Su Mu.
From Wu Han’s words, it’s clear that no matter how ordinary someone is, Mutei Temple and the Lord are their only faith.
"Alright, sober up here first, and come out when you’re clear-headed."
"I’ll cover your work for now."
"Remember what I said."
With that, Wu Han turned and left the warehouse, gently closing the door behind him, leaving Su Mu alone, sitting dazed in the dusty warehouse.
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Su Mu looked up, staring out of the warehouse window at the sky, as his thoughts drifted toward it.
Mutei Temple, Mutei Temple....
Why does he have no memory of such an important thing?
At this moment, Su Mu started to harbor some doubt and confusion about his past for the first time.
And so, he remained in a daze until nightfall.
Crunch—
The warehouse door creaked open, and Wu Han walked in, exhausted, and plopped to the ground, panting heavily.
"I’m utterly worn out!"
"Old Mu, you owe me a drink. We won’t ask for good wine, since we can’t afford it."
"I finished your work today, so at least buy me a pound of Yellow Fen rough wine?"
"Old Mu, Old Mu? What are you zoning out for? Still not sober?"
Wu Han’s words finally pulled Su Mu back to reality.
Only then did he realize he’d been in a daze all day.
"Old Wu, I’m really sorry!"
"I don’t even know what happened to me today," Su Mu said with an awkward smile.
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"It’s no big deal, just a small thing, small thing."
Wu Han wiped his forehead sweat with a dirty cloth hanging from his neck, revealing a mouthful of yellow teeth as he laughed.
Su Mu could see that today’s Wu Han was different. Usually, after work, he’d grumble the whole night about the Old Master treating people like livestock.
But today, he not only finished his work but seemed very happy and satisfied?
This happiness wasn’t feigned but genuinely from the heart.
"Old Wu, you seem very happy?" Su Mu tentatively asked.
"Of course!"
"Tomorrow is the pilgrimage to Mutei Temple! The largest scale in hundreds of years."
"Tomorrow should be the most anticipated day of my life, Old Wu’s."
Wu Han laughed heartily, with genuine merriment.
"Old Mu, aren’t you happy? Aren’t you looking forward to it?"
Wu Han asked Su Mu curiously.
