It was night, Zhan Changfeng felt something in his heart, so he got up and walked up the street with his clothes on. Because of the Ghost Festival, there was no one on the street. The lonely moonlight was scattered, and the eyes were full of darkness. There was a wake-up call, like a call from the next day, but not real at all.
I don't know how many streets I passed, but I heard whispers from behind me. When I turned around, I was already in a turbulent sky.
Red lights were hung high under the eaves of each house, and men and women in rich costumes paraded and played. Next to her, there was a group of pink and jade dolls holding hands and humming unknown songs.
Suddenly a girl ran up to her, raised her head, and looked straight at her with empty eyes, "Little sister, little sister, do you want to eat me?"
Then he said aggrievedly, "Mom and dad don't want it, so they can exchange me for the little tiger cub to eat."
A large group of dolls gathered around and started making noises, "Duo Duo is too, her body is damaged". "The water is so hot, even the two girls are scalded red." It doesn’t hurt either.” “Will my parents still want me?”…
Zhan Changfeng lowered his eyes and gave them a plate of incense. The dolls smiled and went to play elsewhere.
The little ghosts are both the best and the worst, depending on what happened to them during their lifetimes, but from what they said, it is clear that they were the product of "changing children to eat" and "breaking bones to cook" in times of war and poverty.
She was afraid that she had entered Beicheng.
Turning his gaze elsewhere, he saw an incomparably beautiful woman standing under the tree, smiling infatuatedly, twisting her waist and taking off her clothes piece by piece, and then carrying her bloody flesh and body, she walked through the market and looked at everyone. Ask, "Hehe, do you want it?"
There were shouts of "Get out of the way" and "Quiet" from the horizon, and then in the blink of an eye, a group of people dressed as government officials appeared in front of them. Black sedans inlaid with gold were clustered in the middle, followed by various creatures, including people, cats and dogs. .Tiger and leopard, the shape is unsightly.
Souls continued to join the team, and finally the long stream of souls disappeared at the end of the street amid the excitement.
Zhan Changfeng couldn't leave this place, so he could only follow him.
Not long after, she raised her eyes and saw a city wall in the hazy smoke, which looked like it was standing at the end of the sky. However, the howling ghosts and howling winds all around made you realize that this was a tomb of the living and a tomb of the dead.
The city wall was dark and cold, and a ghost was struggling and howling inside, as if trying to break free.
Write a letter to "Happy City".
Entering the city, a majestic shout came from the sedan in front, "Stay with those who are angry, and follow me for the rest!"
As soon as he entered the city, Zhan Changfeng felt that his body was not in control, as if his body and soul were separated. No matter how difficult it was to control, he could only move along with the sedan chair in front of him.
Some souls stopped. They wanted to catch up with the team again, but they couldn't catch up. They could only watch the team go away.
After passing through a mist, someone in the sedan shouted again: "Stay with those who have resentment, and follow me for the rest!"
Passing through another mist, "Those who are obsessed stay, and the rest follow me!"
Passing through another mist, "Those who are greedy stay, the rest follow me!"
That majestic voice is like the spirit of speech, which can automatically leave the soul that should be kept and take away the soul that should be taken away.
Whether to stay or not is out of your control.
When Zhan Changfeng discovered this at first, he was a little irritable. After all, no one wants to be manipulated by others. But after he couldn't break free, he became calm and sighed at this great power.
As we walked on, the sky gradually became brighter, and there were many voices, laughter, and shouts, and it turned out to be a lively street scene just like any other.
The souls that come and go are no longer as miserable and terrifying as when they first died. They are all alive, talking and laughing as usual. If there were no shadows, they would still be thought to be alive.
But then again, death itself is another kind of life.
"The good will stay, and the rest will follow me."
Zhan Changfeng's feet followed the sedan uncontrollably.
The angry ones, the resentful ones, the greedy ones and the kind ones are all gone, what kind of souls are left? She sighed, this trip is dangerous.
After much calculation, the last option was to hold on until the rooster crows and wait for the ghost town to disappear. A ghost town cannot take away living people.
In front of Zhan Changfeng is a baby spirit, with the umbilical cord still attached to his belly.
Behind them was a spotted tiger, which had a man's neck in its mouth, and the man's knife was stuck in its head. It really killed each other alive, and it didn't let them go after death.
On the right is a thin man with an eye missing, his face pale, and his scarlet tongue dragging to his chest.
On the left was a short, thick man wearing a prison uniform, holding his own head in his hand. Perhaps sensing her gaze, he turned his head back and forth and smiled evilly at her, and the hair in his hand was twisted. Mahua.
In total, there are still over a hundred souls here. In this world, evil people are rampant.
Slowly entering a shabby street that was windy and rainy, countless unkind eyes stared at him.
"Those with deep evil roots should stay and leave after reforming!"
The sedan disappeared, and Zhan Changfeng finally regained control of his body.
"Kid, how many people have you killed?" The five short and thick man held his head and looked at Zhan Changfeng conspiratorially.
"Take care of yourself."
The five short and thick men bared their teeth. Their souls were so weak that they were about to drift away at any moment. They instinctively wanted to devour the same kind of food, but they were puzzled by Zhan Changfeng's intact figure and wavered unsteadily.
"Clang clang clang!"
"Newcomers, please go to Furu Hall to listen to the Dharma. Don't wait if you are late!"
At the north end of this street, the door of a small bluestone hall suddenly opened, with the words "Fu Ru Hall" engraved on it.
What is Furu Hall? All the souls were confused. At the right time, three more clanging sounds were heard, "Newcomers, please go to Furu Hall to listen to the Dharma. Don't wait if it's late!"
At the south end of the street, the door of a small bluestone hall suddenly opened, with the words "Fu Ru Hall" engraved on it.
A white-faced young man floated out from the north, pinching his waist and shouting angrily, "Ren Xing, you are shameless, this street is originally for us hungry ghosts, why are you making trouble when you are bald? If you have the ability, go to the incense street next door." !”
In the Fulu Hall on the south side, a bald baby with half its face poked out half of its face. It crawled across the calf-high threshold with hands and feet, clasped its hands together and said, "Amitabha, ghost benefactor, don't be anxious. You teach your way to hungry ghosts. I will Let’s not interfere with each other when it comes to my destiny.”
"How can I pass it on after you cross?" The white-faced young man with black hair danced wildly, his eyes were green and his lips were red. He turned out a golden gong and said, "Dang", thousands of ghosts cried and cursed, like a black wind sweeping towards the bald baby. .
Although the souls standing in the middle of the road were not the target of the attack, they were almost disintegrated by the sound. At this time, the milk doll took out a golden bell, "Cang", and the light that was several feet long cut across. Offset the black wind.
The white-faced young man shook his sleeves fiercely and said, "Ghosts behave in ghostly ways, as it is natural. If you want to live forever, come in!"
After saying that, he entered the palace with his hands behind his back.
"It's good, it's good," said the bald baby holding the golden bell. "Life is difficult, and it will never end after death. There are many yin and yang sufferings. Why not get rid of it? Those who want to go to the light, come in."
The bald baby also turned around and returned to the palace.
When the souls were shocked, the doors on both sides of the street suddenly opened together, and the ghostly atmosphere suddenly appeared.
The ghost cultivators smiled arrogantly, with a hint of eagerness to move.
Among the hundreds of new souls, a dozen ghosts suddenly ran out and rushed into Furu Hall in the south.
These "ghosts" are not ghosts, they are clearly people holding Yin beads.
Could it be that the North and South cities mentioned by the coachman refer to these two Furu Halls?
Zhan Changfeng also walked south.
Most of the people who crowded into the small hall were people, and one or two were wandering spirits.
There are a few of them who have met each other once, such as Sun Xingyi, He Yuntian, and Yanbei Feidao Gao Song. Others are monastic Taoist priests.
Zhan Changfeng thought that his understanding of Taoism was slightly biased. Her first understanding of Taoism was based on the long-bearded old Taoism, which is not dependent on external objects. It is not afraid of life and death. The spiritual platform is clear and open-minded. Now it seems that what she has seen is just a kind of person in Taoism.
Why do you say this? Because the souls who enter the ghost city are destined souls and have no sins in them. They condense their souls with strong obsessions to survive. Naturally, the people in the sedan chair cannot distinguish them based on their sins, but can only distinguish them based on their habits.
And those left here all have great viciousness or murderous thoughts.
Zhan Changfeng was not surprised that he was assigned here, nor was he surprised that the martial arts practitioners were very murderous, but he did not expect that half of these people were Taoists.
It can be seen that... the Tao is not pure cultivation.
