Chapter 1425: The Flower Festival of the Three Rivers, the Beginning of the Teyvat Pokémon Era

"Greetings, Your Majesty." Xuehuhua stood up and bowed politely.

I really want to ask, can I be your carefree pendant again?

I don't want to work!

How about changing it to a bed warmer?

I just wanted to sleep in a tree or under its roots, just like the people of the flower spirit Silusha who passed by here before. After all, I am also half a "flower spirit".

As plants, being lazy is their nature.

"Thank you for your hard work." Jiang Yi looked at the lonely Blood Dendrobium, "As the Lord of the Other Shore, you can select some young girls with yin affinity as maids to assist you in your work."

He heard the voice of the blood calendula.

You can't just say you can slack off at work!

I have to remind you in a tactful way that you can delegate the task so that you can go to sleep or take a vacation. You just need to come back frequently to check whether the work has been completed.

"There are no dead souls that need to be extradited today. We will set up a prohibition and a sign at the entrance. You can also participate in the festival!"

"Once the destined people and the hundreds of ghosts have seen it, they can naturally follow the notice, pass the forbidden method of detecting their identities, pass through the monster barrier, and enter the festival."

Give some guidance to this "Lord of the Other Shore" who has just started his internship.

Jiang Yi looked at the surroundings and felt a little ashamed.

Compared to the warm and bright Liyue with its limestone, yellow pine, and floating clouds, this world is more in line with people's imagination of death, but it is indeed too monotonous.

Then send two incarnations to open up some pure lands with singing birds, fragrant flowers, green mountains and clear waters in the underworld, for the Yin officials and good souls to go there to play and rest.

When the city of the underworld is built, the lives of ghosts may become closer to those in the world of the living.

Show your humanistic care as the Lord of the Three Realms.

Ghosts can also be on the big screen, singing, dancing, playing Cuju, being jade slip engineers, and writing code.

"..." Do you have any misunderstanding about humanistic care? Working during life, but not being able to enjoy after death? Then wouldn't I have died in vain? If the ghost heard Jiang Yi's voice, he would definitely protest.

Sure! As long as you choose not to earn ghost money.

Working while alive shortens your lifespan, but working after death earns you contribution points, which can prolong your ghost's existence, allow you to become a ghost god, ghost official, ghost messenger, ghost soldier, and turn your contributions into magical power... As long as you play it down, you can rest. Anyway, you don't need to eat or drink, and you don't have the various needs that humans have to work for to survive.

This rule is for ambitious ghosts.

Also, it is not easy to live in the netherworld. If you don't live well, you can't live in the netherworld city. You can only sleep outside the city. Presumably, as a ghost, you probably don't care.

By the way, occupying a mountain and becoming the king of ghosts, gathering a crowd to roar, and harming ghosts...are violations of the laws of the underworld.

"I understand." Xuehuhua was delighted, and after taking office, she changed the way I referred to myself to a name that was more in line with my status.

"Two quarters of an hour ago, Miss Ying and Paimon entered the festival. Miss Xiao Gong also found this place and wanted me to give her a ghost lantern. She thought the lanterns in the sky were beautiful. I gave her one."

"The scattered soldiers... have found the souls of the Five Legends of Thunder and Lightning, as well as the residents of Tadingsha in the past... who are now..."

Little by little, Dendrobium reported everything that could attract Jiang Yi's attention.

The winding road paved with blood calamus flowers is the passage for ghosts to enter the festival, but not for humans, so not everyone who goes to the festival will enter the Sanzu River.

Ying, Paimeng, Xiaogong... were able to enter because Jiang Yi opened the door for them, allowing the three of them to experience this dream world.

As for humans, the path they enter is an upward mountain road in the world of the living. There are dense forests on both sides of the road, and torii gates with rope knots hanging on the mountain road serve as the gateway to the "festival".

Mortals can only see the mountain path, and only when they pass through the portal barrier by chance will they find themselves in another world.

This is the same legend that Kamisato Ayaka described.

Of course, at this moment that world has been named "Yokai Gensokyo" by Shin.

The monsters of Inazuma will live in this "big barrier", playing, practicing, holding celebrations... or going to work every day.

Working is as eternal as the name of the Eternal Kingdom. It is an efficiency that all living beings in the sea of ​​suffering cannot avoid.

Even gods have to work.

To develop civilization and maintain world order, there will always be living beings who need to devote all their energy and efforts to protect the world and save people.

……

This was the scene that the scattered soldiers saw when they met the Five Legends of Thunder and Lightning and the former residents of Taliangsha.

These descendants have been around for so many generations that the souls who were too lazy to go to the human world stayed in the underworld, a gathering place for knife makers, blacksmiths, and stonemasons.

Research on using the minerals of the netherworld to forge armor and swords for the underworld and to build cities.

As for holidays, after they have made a batch of swords, they can rest for a while.

With his arrival, the memories of the scattered soldiers began to recover one by one, and they also learned about the conspiracy of the four hundred years.

All eyes turned to the scattered soldiers.

Anger, hatred, sadness, pity, joy... come from different dead souls over the past five hundred years, enemies, old friends, friends... the love, hate, separation, resentment, anger and ignorance in the world.

Once again reflected in his "Divine Heart".

The clanging clanging sound of hammering iron stopped.

"Would you like a drink?" the blacksmith turned around.

Niwa, Katsuragi, Nagamasa...

The workers who tread on the sand are all rootless residents, washed under the "core" by the current of history. They are distinguished from each other by the tattoos on their bodies and the songs they sing while working, but they also strengthen the connection between them.

Scars caused by high temperatures and "evil spirits" are seen by the outside world as a sign of short life and illness, but here they are a symbol of belonging to the same family.

It is so in the world of the living and in the underworld.

The dead souls are witnesses of history, and five hundred years of dead souls are like five hundred years of historical torrent.

"Let's... fight first!" The soldier lowered his head. "Anyone who hates me can come forward. I won't fight back."

The sea of ​​flowers on the other side gave him the inspiration to come here.

It also gives the dead souls here their memories of their previous lives.

There are dead souls holding the forged "swords" and moving forward step by step.

"There are no more 'Thousand Hands' and 'Hundred Eyes' in the world..."

"Cut off the inheritance of hatred."

"…I can still repay you within a hundred years."

"Niwa...are you going to stop it?"

Someone asked Niwa.

"This has nothing to do with Niwa..." Sanbing said, "All the fault is mine, you can come at me..."

"Okay! As long as you endure this 'thousand cuts'..." The ghost said in a cold voice, "the cause and effect will be settled."

As a dead soul, the knife he forged is strong enough to cut the soul and consciousness. The pain of each cut is real, like the punishment of falling into the hell of swords.

There is no wind or rain in the underworld.

At this moment a heavy storm came.

A shrill, sharp cat cry came from afar. It was the sound of the whistle of the "Chariot of Fire". The flaming ghost wheel was made up of wheels. The ghost faces showed all kinds of expressions of joy, anger, sorrow and resentment. On the dark blue coffin-like carriages, the doors opened and hundreds of ghosts jumped out.

The scattered soldiers also came here on the underworld train.

At the front of the Fire Chariot, a terrifying cat demon wrapped in flames was cursing.

Finally, it’s the last batch, and we almost missed the festival.

"Meow!" Followed by the sound of a cat's cry.

Here the sound of the Yin Blade cutting the soul was heard.

With one blow after another, the scattered soldiers let out muffled groans.

The "Chariot of Fire" broke into pieces, and the wheels left the carriage and ran out. The cat demon in front also threw off the carriage and broke free from the reins.

They went to the party just like the guests they brought here.

As for if you get drunk and can't leave the next day, you can just find a way to solve it yourself.

……

The orange lights illuminate the entire street, and hundreds of ghosts and demons parade at night and set up stalls at the brightly lit festival.

A walking lantern with eyes; a cat with a tail; an old man with a black bump on his head and long white eyebrows; a group of furry balls, jumping and crackling, appearing...

Yougu Xiang, Xiaonv, Daibouzu, Crow Tengu, Gyoutori... Shiranui, Yuki Onna, Wu Ling, Giant Raccoon Demon, Fire Diamond, Origami Nue... Some are stall owners, some are tourists.

It was bustling with people, there were mountains of fine wines, there were seas of delicious food, and the whole street was filled with extremely strong aromas.

Calling Paimonda is drooling.

"I found out that what's being held here is the 'Sanchuan Flower Festival'. According to legend, five hundred years ago, only big monsters would hold this celebration. Everyone would gather together to drink, laugh, and improvise..." The social expert Xiao Gong has successfully learned the name and origin of this festival from the monsters.

The "festival" where ordinary monsters gather together is just a "festival". Only during the flower viewing period, when hundreds of foxes roam happily and raccoons play jokes, even the usually serious Tengu come to drink and chat with people. The festival held by the big monsters in autumn is the "Mikawa Flower Festival".

The "Mikawa Flower Festival", which has been absent for "five hundred years" and has been prepared for a whole year by the resurrected great monsters, is a super festival attended by humans, gods, ghosts and monsters.

The left entrance into the festival connects to the human world, while the right entrance, covered with blood lilies, connects to the underworld.

Outside the festival grounds is the "Fantasy Town" created by the gods, a beautiful place where monsters can live freely.

Order is maintained by the shrine maidens of Narukami Taisha Shrine and Himiki Village.

"The most important thing is that eating and drinking here is free!" Xiao Gong said the news which made Paimeng faint with happiness.

"I... I have long felt that there must be a big surprise prepared by Jiang Yi tonight." Paimeng clasped his hands together in a salute, "Praise to the Void Emperor God, the most holy, the most great, the most merciful and the most kind. I, Paimeng... you're welcome. I want to eat until... tomorrow morning."

"Oh! Now I'm not afraid of ghosts anymore." Ying smiled with her hands on her hips.

Everyone had a premonition long ago that there would be no danger with Jiang Yi around!

So... everyone is acting! Just cooperating with Jiang Yi's performance.

When they saw the blood dendrobium, they also got the answer to where Jiang Yi and Kamisato Ayaka were.

I’m going to help Kamisato Ayaka meet her “relatives”.

Ying had no relatives in Sanzu River, so she left the sea of ​​red spider lilies directly.

Xiao Gong unexpectedly met his "grandparents" and was about to go to the human world to eat the "offerings" prepared by his parents.

Calling friends, there is a huge group of ghosts, all of them are the "neighbors and elders" of Hanamizaka.

Can't be bothered, can't be bothered.

"Bang!" It seemed like the sound of a heavy object falling to the ground.

A familiar super super loud voice echoed throughout half the street.

"The unparalleled insect fighting showdown, 'Arataki Ultimate Insect Fighting Competition', has officially begun."

"Sincerely invite...Anin, is this a sincere invitation?"

"We sincerely invite all fighters to participate."

"I am the fighter - Huang Long, the best fighter in the world. I am here to fight against all the heroes in the world!"

Arataki Ichito ran his hands through his handsome hairstyle and glanced fiercely at the fighters around him.

Next to it, his "Red Horn Stone, Gold-Coated and Gold-Bitten Lion Pestle" was standing firmly on the ground, and the ground was covered with a network of cracks.

It is already very clear what the sound of the "heavy object" falling to the ground was.