Chapter 355 — Young Fox Demon
The Herdsman of the Wasteland · Page 2 of 4
A place of running dogs, where those true gods keep their hounds," the Village Head said.
"That place lies in the Western Lands, and it is deeply mysterious.
But I have never been there, and I do not know precisely where it is. I only know that some people can climb the holy mountain of the Western Lands and burn incense that carries their prayers up to High Heaven. But I have no such incense; it must be a specially prepared kind. Had I such incense, I would long ago have charged up to High Heaven. " Shen Mu was caught between laughter and tears; the Village Head had likely spent a lifetime fighting the strong men of High Heaven, and held this holy place in no favor at all. "Have you heard of High Heaven, Palace Master?
" Shen Mu asked Xiong Xiyu. "High Heaven is indeed in our Western Lands.
The True Heaven Palace has seen its people before.
But this holy place is deeply mysterious — more so even than Little Jade Capital. " Xiong Xiyu's eyes flickered, and she said softly, "The incense the Village Head spoke of is called divine incense. The True Heaven Palace has three sticks.
If Sect Master Shen can help me win back the seat of Palace Master, I can gift them to you. " Shen Mu blinked and did not take up that thread, musing, "I wonder whether the Loulan Golden Palace has such divine incense. That Ban Gongcuo has lived so many lives; the treasures he has collected must be enormous — perhaps he has such a thing.
And the Imperial Teacher of Jingping still owes me a hundred treasures. . . Speaking of which, why has Grandpa Lame still not appeared? Little Jade Capital ought to have been picked clean by now. " Xiong Xiyu sighed.
When they came to the capital, Shen Mu led everyone to the Imperial Academy.
Few scholars remained there; many of the Academy's students had rushed to the front and gone to war. "So this is the Imperial Academy, the holy place of Jingping? " The others looked about with curiosity.
Apart from Shen Mu and the Dragon Qilin, everyone was here for the first time.
Compared with the other holy places, the Imperial Academy was still young: not so towering as Mount Sumeru of the Great Tingming Temple, not so serene as Mount Yuxu of Kunlun in the Daoist sect, not so mysterious as Mount Shenglin of the Youmo Cult. And of course, it could not compare with the deep foundations of Little Jade Capital. Judged by appearance alone, the Academy did not match the True Heaven Palace of the Western Lands either. Yet from a place like this had come an unending line of famous generals and ministers; the masters born here were beyond counting. Young though it was, the Imperial Academy already showed signs of surpassing — even outshining — the other holy places.
Shen Mu came to the Abode of Divine Powers and found his dwelling kept in perfect order; he was puzzled.
"Can Ling'er have arrived at the Academy? " Suddenly a voice came from outside: "Cowherd, so you have finally deigned to come back?
You do not know — Libationer Bashan took me and the Holy Maiden Si to follow my second brother north on campaign, fighting the Kingdom of Langjuxu until.
. .
" Shen Mu turned, and saw Ling Yuxiu come bursting in from outside in a whirlwind. Seeing so many people, she was startled, and did not dare make a racket; she hurriedly held her breath, even shortened her steps, and walked over quite the demure lady, perching like a little bird at Shen Mu's side, and asked in a whisper, "Cowherd, who are they? " "This is my Grandpa, the Village Head.