Eight-cloud Ink didn't expect that Crow Tengu, Wenwen, would really publish the festival that Chuchun and the other girls suggested as a joke on the next day's newspaper.
And it was even on the front page.
"Shocking! The First Festival of Fantasy Village — Autumn Harvest Festival! "
Autumn Harvest Festival? Although it was autumn, and the humans in the village would hold a harvest festival, the monsters, who were the main residents of Fantasy Village, didn't farm. How could Wenwen come up with such a name?
However, as the Goddess of Harvest, Qiu Rongzi and Qiu Jingye would like this name, right?
However, Eight-cloud Ink didn't have the time to care about the name of this strange festival.
He had a headache.
Wenwen actually gave the title of the organizer to Yakumo's family.
"You have to have a bottom line when you make up news!"
Eight-cloud Ink looked at Wenwen angrily.
"Did Ji Haitangji use your moral integrity as firewood?!"
"I'm not making it up."
Wenwen held up her camera and said with a serious face.
"Don't you know those people who came from the other side of the Two World Mountain? Since they brought it up, isn't it common sense for you to hold the festival? And why Ji Haitangji? She can't take away my moral integrity. "
'What kind of world is this common sense?'
"Ah, isn't this interesting?"
A gap opened, and Yukari walked out elegantly with a parasol.
Yukari, who was sleepy in spring, sleepy in summer, sleepy in autumn, and hibernating in winter, woke up.
"Yukari?"
"I heard about it. The monsters are in an uproar because of the news spread by Crow Tengu."
Yukari opened her folding fan and looked at Eight-cloud Ink with crescent-shaped eyes.
"If I refuse now, I'll spoil everyone's fun …"
"Besides, with such a ceremony, it'll also allow those guys with excessive energy to vent their frustrations a little, lest they cause any more trouble."
"Look, even the Sage Monster said so. I'm indeed far-sighted, right?"
Wenwen stuck out her chest proudly.
Although she wasn't flat-chested, Wenwen's chest wasn't much better than Mikoto's. No matter how hard she tried, she didn't have much.
Ahem, now is not the time to pay attention to these details.
"You dare to say that you thought of this when you fabricated this news?! You're just doing this because you think it's fun! "
Eight-cloud Ink pointed at Wenwen and told her the truth without hesitation.
"As a man, isn't it fine as long as the result is good?"
Wenwen shook her hand that was holding the camera, as if saying, "I'm not the host anyway. It's none of my business."
"If that's the case, then it's settled. Mo'er, you have to work hard!"
After saying this, Purple once again disappeared into the crack.
"Brother Yakumo! I think highly of you! "
Wenwen raised her camera and snapped pictures at Eight-cloud Ink again, before she flew away with a gust of wind.
"You can't trick me like this, Onii-sama. Forget it, let's discuss this with someone."
After muttering to herself for a while, Eight-cloud Ink waved her hand and disappeared into the crack.
⑧
Although the humans in the Land of Mortals would hold a harvest festival every year, their festival was really for the gods — the Autumn Sisters, the Goddess of Harvest.
This kind of festival obviously wasn't suitable for the entire Land of Fantasy — if you let Kaminako Yasaka and the Autumn Sisters participate in a festival for another god, you'll immediately be punished by the gods.
Fortunately, the Autumn Sisters weren't very popular — Eight-cloud Ink couldn't understand why so few people liked the cute sisters — and the harvest festival was only held in the Land of Mortals, so the other gods in the Land of Fantasy didn't have much of a reaction to it.
However, Eight-cloud Ink had no idea what to do in a festival where most of the participants weren't humans.
However, after going to Academy City to ask Mikoto and the others — actually, it was mainly because of the crazy Tears — for a while, Yakumo really did come up with a plan.
First, there was the venue.
Without a doubt, it was the Bori Shrine. After the old shrine was destroyed by the Son of Heaven, the new shrine was much bigger than before. Although there were still not many people coming to worship it, Soul Dream had to clean more area every day.
Then, there was the problem of funding.
Don't count on Soul Dream for this, she almost didn't have enough food to eat …
Soul Dream reluctantly agreed to hold the festival at the Bori Shrine because Eight-cloud Ink said, "Holding the festival here can increase the popularity of the shrine, and there will be many people coming to worship it. Then, you can live a decadent life of eating the best Dahongpao every day."
Eight-cloud Ink was rich, but obviously, he wouldn't be responsible for all the funding.
However, there were people who were very interested in this and were willing to sponsor it.
Tycoon Remilia · Crouching Head · Scarlet.
Shouya Shrine's financial situation was much better than Bori Shrine's, so after consulting Kaminako and Suiyaeko, Zamiao also took out part of the shrine's income to sponsor it.
Kappa Heavy Industry was also very interested.
Ming Ren Temple, Shaolin Temple (Eight-cloud Ink: pfft), Tushita Palace (pfft) also participated, trying to use this opportunity to increase the influence of their own sects.
Is this another version of the battle between Buddhism and Taoism …
White Jade Tower's Meow King, ah pui, the owner of White Jade Tower, You Yuzi, didn't sponsor it, but he decided to send many ghosts to help, including Liu Maoxing.
Forever Pavilion's Yonglin Yongyi provided all kinds of medicine with unknown ingredients. At the same time, she smiled at Eight-cloud Ink and said, "Someone will need it."
Eight-cloud Ink suddenly felt a cold breeze pass through his body.
Earth Spirit Hall and the Ghost Race also joined in, although Spirit Wu Lukong, Flaming Pussy and those drunkards were only getting more and more troublesome. Flaming Pussy, who was in charge of transporting goods, had been involved in many car accidents recently. That guy asked the Kappas to design a transport vehicle that looked like an armored vehicle for her, and then asked Spirit Wu Lukong to change the engine to nuclear power …
Marisa was just adding to the chaos, so there was no need to mention her.
Finally, after hearing about this fun event, the Emperor happily sponsored all the fruits of the festival. Of course, they were all peaches. What else could you expect?
After the funding and other problems were solved, it was time to solve the last and most important problem.
What was this festival for?
"What? Isn't it for everyone to have fun together? "
Shokuhou Misaki covered her mouth and looked at Eight-cloud Ink in surprise.
"Don't tell me you're expecting them to hold a proper ceremony to worship the gods? There are many gods in the Utopia, and any one of them will cause controversy. "
"I'm such an idiot …"
Eight-cloud Ink slapped his forehead and understood that this festival was actually a carnival.
Since it was a carnival, he might as well let more people participate.
Eight-cloud Ink thought of the Forbidden World and the Elemental World.
Just like that, the day of the writing festival, which involved the entire Fantasy Land, arrived amidst everyone's anticipation and Yakumo's uneasiness.
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