Chapter 948 The Devil is Immortal, Jiang Yi's Real Plan

"Ganyu is gone..." Paimeng looked at Ganyu's back, "Master Liuyun has left a huge psychological shadow on her."

Keqing did not give any comment.

"Fortunately it's not an urgent matter!" She was just worried whether she had done something wrong recently.

"Hehe, Keqing and Ganyu were chatting just now, just like sisters. 'Everyone, I still have work to deal with, so I'll leave first. Please take care of Keqing.'" Paimon's words made Keqing feel embarrassed and annoyed.

“Don’t listen to her…” Keqing covered her face.

Although Ganyu is indeed the older "sister" and I have been watched over by her since I was little, but don't treat me like a child when you are this old!

Jiang Yi stroked his chin. Hate Liu Yun, understand Liu Yun, become Liu Yun? Could it be that Keqing is the victim of today's child?

"But Keqing is not curious at all about the things that Ganyu cares about. So amazing." Ying praised. Being able to suppress her curiosity is really not to be underestimated.

“Of course. I’m not curious, and I won’t ask.” Keqing put her hands on her hips. “Ganyu has secrets that she doesn’t want others to know, so others shouldn’t ask about it. It’s a matter of courtesy, isn’t it?”

These righteous words made Paimeng feel ashamed.

The level of awareness was completely crushed.

"By the way! Do you think the Kitchen God is also a fairy?" Xiangling hadn't spoken for a long time. When she spoke at this moment, she attracted many pairs of eyes.

"Why... why are you looking at me like that? I only thought of this after seeing that True Lord just now." Xiangling wondered if she had said something stupid.

"Stare!" Everyone's gaze suddenly shifted to Jiang Yi.

"Didn't Master Liuyun Jiefeng say that on the day Jiang Yi became his disciple, she invited all the immortals she could to watch the ceremony? Is the Kitchen God an immortal? You should ask him!" Paimeng spread his hands.

"No one in Jueyun has more connections than him..." Ying put her hands on her hips.

Jiang Yi wanted to imitate Wendy and say "Hey hey", but he couldn't make that expression: "I have indeed seen many immortals, but I am a junior, and I have never seen an immortal who calls himself the Kitchen God!"

"Compared to being an immortal, it is more likely that the other party is a demon god!"

Ying stared into Jiang Yi's eyes. She always felt that this guy knew everything but just wouldn't say it.

"Really?" Keqing believed Jiang Yi's judgment.

"Then let's go find the master! As an immortal, the master is considered an elder and may know more than... than Jiang Yi." Xiang Ling looked at Jiang Yi. Lately, it seemed that the only thing in his mind was recipes.

She almost forgot that she was Jiang Yi's senior sister.

However, as a senior sister, the immortals she knows are far inferior to those of Jiang Yi.

Walk to Yujingtai.

"So Grandma Ping is Xiangling's master?" Keqing was surprised. She knew Xiangling and also knew the identity of Grandma Ping, but she had never connected the two together.

All I can say is that Xiangling never mentions her identity as an immortal's disciple.

Say hello to Grandma Ping.

"Master, we want to ask you something. Do you know the Kitchen God?" Xiangling asked.

Grandma Ping smiled and said, "Kitchen God, of course I know."

Keqing's eyes lit up: "Could it be... that you know the Kitchen God..."

Jiang Yi looked at the rice crust that followed him.

"Grandma Ping, it's like this..." Paimeng stepped forward and explained to Grandma Ping why he was asking about the Kitchen God.

"I see..." said Grandma Ping, "The boulder appeared, so you started an investigation."

"Haha..." She recalled slowly, looking at everyone kindly: "You all guessed correctly, I do know the 'Kitchen God' you mentioned. But it was a long, long time ago."

At Grandma Ping's signal, everyone sat in a circle.

"Do you know the origin of Zhuyue?" she asked.

"I know, I know! Xiangling said that you told her that 'Chasing the Moon' was originally a ritual of the immortals. The people of Liyue don't practice immortal things, but they also imitated this ritual and evolved several festivals in the name of 'Chasing the Moon'." Paimon showed off his memory.

"Yes!" Grandma Ping nodded.

"On a beautiful moonlit day, everyone gathers together, drinks good wine and tea, tastes delicious food, and celebrates the joy of reunion."

"Later... Emperor Yan Wang integrated these various festivals into one word, 'Zhu Yue', to commemorate a friend. He used the sky to observe the earth, took the moon as an oath, recalled the past and thought about the present, and reunited with joy. This is the 'Zhu Yue Festival'."

Paimon Colon: "So it was Prince Yan who unified them?"

Keqing thought of the Emperor and sighed.

"Hehe... The Kitchen God has made great contributions to Liyue. The Emperor has always valued righteousness. It is also a kind of friendship to remember the old friend during this festival." Granny Ping looked at Guoba who was looking around. "I guess those festivals may include the 'Kitchen God Festival' that once existed..."

Kitchen God, Jiang Yi remembered that in his previous life, this festival to commemorate the Kitchen God seemed to be in December.

As long as there is a stove in the family, they will basically worship the Kitchen God on the stove.

“The Emperor has always attached great importance to traditions... Unfortunately, from now on, the task of passing on traditions can only be accomplished by us, the descendants.” Keqing can feel the weight on her shoulders. She is a reformer in the eyes of the people of Liyue, but she has never ignored the traditions of Liyue.

Ying looked at Keqing, who was feeling mixed emotions as she once again recalled the Emperor's departure.

Even Qixing couldn't know Zhongli's identity.

“Keqing, you must not underestimate yourself. If the Emperor knew that there are thoughtful people among the future generations who care about these traditional rituals, he would be very pleased.” Granny Ping encouraged, and Keqing thanked her.

At this time, Qianyan Army came looking.

"Lady Keqing, Lady Ningguang, please move aside and have a chat."

Keqing frowned and could only apologize to everyone.

"...Everyone, I'll be leaving for a while." She told everyone that they could come to Ningguang to find her, and left in a hurry. After listening to Qianyan Jun's detailed report, her expression gradually became serious.

"The friend that the Emperor is commemorating must be the Kitchen God!" Jiang Yi looked at Guoba who was holding him and wanted to perform another magic trick secretly.

"Yes! There aren't that many coincidences in the world..." Grandma Ping looked into the distance, "...the lost festivals and the friends from the past are of course all one thing."

Jiang Yi apologized to Guoba, now is really not the right time.

The rice crust will stop making trouble.

Grandma Ping smiled slightly as she watched the two of them talking quietly: "The Kitchen God is also my good friend. It's a pity that for some reason, the Kitchen God is no longer here. At the same time, he has also disappeared from people's memory."

Xiangling felt a little sad: "Why is this happening..."

"It's a pity for everyone." Grandma Ping shook her head, closed her eyes for a while and then opened them again, as if she had escaped from the memories of the past, and narrated the ancient secret in a calm tone.

"However, the demon god is immortal."

"We once agreed that when the land recovers, the Kitchen God might return to the world in some way." She said with emotion and a smile.

Jiang Yi also had a smile on his face.

I also believe that the devil is immortal.

The death of the demon god is just a transformation into another form, with the possibility of revival, such as a ghost god that gathers hatred, such as the residue of power.

So, Heulia, is your consciousness still in your body, or has it returned to the earth?

What was your appearance like when you appeared briefly on the battlefield?

With the power of my salt god, I call upon you!

Come again!

I grant you a status outside the order of heaven, a status in another world.

Let the life and death of Teyvat not come upon you!

A gentle God deserves the world's gentle treatment.

The cruel times and world are over. If you can open your eyes in the earth's veins, then... please descend upon me.

I want you to look at a time of peace.

Jiang Yi injected all the fireworks energy he obtained as the Salt God into his power. In his mind, he recalled the appearance of the Salt God and used the method of sleepwalking through various realms - summoning spirits.

Not calling with Deva Yaksha, but calling with the power of salt.

All the salt grains emitted a faint light, and then dimmed.

Some of the sacrificial words on the ancient book brought back from the Salt of the Earth seemed to have been detached from it and were grabbed by Jiang Yi with the power of God.

"Really? That's good..." Xiangling said happily, "Master, you must miss the Kitchen God too, right? I feel like the way you talk about the Kitchen God is like talking about a very good friend."

Grandma Ping thought of the delicious food and the Kitchen God: "Yes, I really miss the past."

Then she talked about Keqing.

"It turns out that Keqing is investigating this matter. That girl is very persistent and will do her best for what she believes in. It makes people feel energetic. I really want to lend her a helping hand." Grandma Ping smiled happily.

"It's a pity that I can't tell her the answer directly, because this process is very important to her." She knew that Jiang Yi also knew the truth a long time ago, but he kept it to himself.

Now, I am secretly thinking of doing something big.

Jiang Yi closed his eyes and sensed the countless grains of salt being sprinkled into the pot and mixed with various dishes, creating scenes.

Salt is flavor.

The soul of cooking.

So, he borrowed a little fireworks from the "Kitchen God".

Fireworks of salt.

"Keqing's grandfather also studied the Kitchen God. After all, Keqing is his granddaughter... Let Keqing, who has inherited the mystery, explore these stories herself." Grandma Ping laughed.

Paimon was surprised.

"Master, do you know Keqing's grandfather?" Xiangling also asked curiously.

Ying listened carefully and paid attention to Jiang Yi who seemed to have fallen asleep.

"Of course, everyone in Liyue is my old friend." Grandma Ping stretched out her hand and described, "At that time, her grandfather was about her age... He was still a young man."

"They are really cut from the same cloth. They are serious about everything and have the courage to put it into practice."

She put her hands behind her back and looked at the potted plant with glass lilies on her stone table.

Smilingly, he said, "Liyue is like my most precious bonsai. I have watched it grow more and more beautiful and prosperous. In the blink of an eye, another generation has grown up... It's wonderful."

"Only when there are new flowers on the branches can the tree remain green and evergreen."

Although she was standing on Yujing Terrace, her gaze was always looking at the entire Liyue.

The laughter and the sorrow all flowed into her ears.

This is the tune of civilization.

Then, she confirmed that the direction of everyone's investigation using the stone as a clue was correct: "That huge stone is the lost statue of the Kitchen God. All the secrets about the Kitchen God are hidden in it."

"Statue of the Kitchen God!" Ying and Paimon heard the key information.

But I found that Grandma Ping stood up and said, "I want to see the stone too. Please take me over to have a look."

She stared into the distance mysteriously: "Who knows, maybe the truth will come out as we watch."

With a smile.

Ying, Paimeng, Xiangling and Guoba followed.

Jiang Yi's consciousness followed the fireworks and turned into a dream butterfly, landing on the salt bag in Liyue Harbor, and then flew towards the salt in the earth.

There is also a dream butterfly that landed on the Salt God’s Tomb in the outer cave.

"Heulia!"

"Heulia!"

He called out with sacrificial words, and each dream butterfly finally broke apart, turning into a sound that shook the soul, carrying the dreams of the earth's strata and the call of the earth's memories, going deep into the ground.