Qingyi Xiaodao was very surprised by the scene before him. He had seen records about ghost roads in many ancient books in Wudang Mountain.
But again, regarding these things, Qingyi Trail has always regarded them as a kind of religious culture, and has not explored too much whether they are true or false.
But everything he saw now seemed to be exactly the same as the ghost road environment mentioned in ancient books, which made him confused for a while.
The ghost road is different from the underworld that people are familiar with, and it is completely different from the underworld that people call it.
All things in the world are divided into yin and yang. The road that people walk is called yang, and the other side is naturally yin, which is this ghost road.
This is why since ancient times, there have been endless supernatural rumors about mirrors.
Because mirrors can often reflect another side that is difficult for ordinary people to see, the ancients also summed up some taboos about mirrors.
As long as these taboos are observed, future generations will not be troubled by these things. This is also the fundamental reason for the existence of taboos.
For example, the mirror cannot face the bed or the window, nor can two mirrors face each other.
Behind the yang house is the yin house, and behind the yang road is the ghost road. Through the mirror, it can easily become another terrifying existence.
Qingyi Trail looked around with confusion. The lush shade trees on both sides of the road stood tall, and in the vast white mist, they looked like figures with snarling teeth and claws.
Most descriptions of ghost roads in ancient books refer to shade trees opening the way.
Most of the ghosts walking on this road are lonely and resentful ghosts who are trapped in the world of the world and cannot normally enter the underworld for reincarnation.
Therefore, this road is winding and winding, and it is impossible to tell the direction. People who go deep into it have no way of knowing where they are currently.
A little surprise flashed through Qing Yi Xiaodao's eyes. The rumors in the book actually appeared in front of him at this moment.
This also made Qingyi Xiaodao couldn't help but guess.
Is it possible that the reason why Liuhuo Avenue has a rule that no one is allowed to enter after 12 o'clock is because if you are not careful, you may walk into the ghost road?
At the moment of doubt, the anchor who was trapped here accidentally discovered the figure in Qingyi Trail.
He has tried every direction on this road, but no matter how he goes, he will always come back here in the end.
These things were disintegrating the anchor's psychological defense bit by bit. Just when he was despairing, he accidentally saw the Qingyi trail gradually coming from the white mist.
It is estimated that he never thought that one day he would feel great peace of mind because of seeing a Taoist priest.
Without any hesitation, the man who was already on the verge of collapse quickly ran to Qingyi Xiaodao, and then said with excitement:
"Taoist Master, help me, there is a problem on this road, please help me!"
The moment Qingyi Xiaodao saw this person, he immediately understood.
No wonder I saw a person standing there on the Flowing Fire Avenue just now, spinning around in circles. It felt like his soul had already gone to the ghost road.
Qingyi Xiaodao suppressed the shock in his heart, looked at the man in front of him and said:
"Didn't you see the notice board at the door? Since it must be reasonable to set up such a rule, why do you have to put yourself at risk?"
The man's face was twisted together, as if he was about to cry in the next second.
After being stuck here for so long, the man already felt regretful.
"Taoist Priest, I know I was wrong. Take me out quickly. This place is too evil!"
But in fact, I don't know how to leave this ghost road on the Qingyi Trail.
He recalled that most of the ancient books he had read on Wudang Mountain only introduced the existence of ghost roads, but did not describe how to enter the ghost roads or how to leave from the ghost roads.
Otherwise, with the curiosity of the Tsing Yi Daoist, he would have tried it long ago, so why wait until today?
However, when Qingyi Xiaodao thought about it, he remembered that there seemed to be something clearly written on Liuhuo Avenue:
“Haven’t you tried the method written in the code?
Turn in place three times, then keep walking forward with your eyes closed. "
The man was stunned for a moment, then shook his head:
"I didn't pay attention to the rules at all. Fans in the live broadcast room did mention it, but it was quickly wiped out by other comments.
Not long after, my phone screen suddenly went black and I still can’t open it.
Does the method you mentioned really work? "
"It should work..."
Qingyi Xiaodao looked at the man, and soon realized that the man trapped on the ghost road in front of him had no idea that he was actually in a state of imminence.
His physical body is still spinning in circles on the Flowing Fire Avenue, but his soul is trapped on this ghost road. If he is trapped for too long and his physical body dies, his soul will never be able to return.
What's even more troublesome is that according to the theory stated in Taoist classics, his soul is trapped on this ghost road, but his life has not ended.
If nothing else happens, he will only become one of the lonely ghosts on this ghost road.
However, Qingyi Xiaodao did not say anything about this. He just urged the young man in front of him to do as he said.
The two closed their eyes together, then turned around three times, and then walked forward.
Every time they took a few steps, they heard the sound of a dog barking in their ears.
Qingyi Xiaodao opened his eyes with some confusion, only to find that he had returned to Liuhuo Avenue again, and not far away stood an old man holding a big black dog.
The man next to him also slowly opened his eyes. After looking around frantically and confirming that this was the familiar Flowing Fire Avenue, the man sat down on the ground with his whole body limp.
He gasped for breath, his eyes wide with fear.
What he had just experienced was enough to remain fresh in his mind for the rest of his life.
However, it was then that the man noticed that his mobile phone had always been live streaming.
Many viewers were speaking in the comment area, and these words sent chills down the man's back.
"What is the anchor doing? Why do you keep going around here?"
"What's going on? Everything was fine before. It's been going on for almost 10 minutes. Why haven't you said a word?"
"It's boring. Host, hurry up and check your brain. What's the point of this live broadcast?"
The man looked through these comments in shock. At this moment, there were only a few dozen people left in his live broadcast room.
Seeing that the man finally stopped spinning and had other reactions, the audience started asking questions again.
These comments also made the man realize that what the audience in the live broadcast room saw was that he had been spinning around on the avenue of fire.
But he had just appeared on another road and had traveled in every direction, but he couldn't leave that strange place no matter what.
The man couldn't figure out what was going on, but at this time Qingyi Xiaodao patted the man on the shoulder:
“Let’s go, don’t linger here.
After returning home, if possible, mash the jujube kernels and fry them into soup to drink, which has a soothing effect.
Then have a good sleep and forget about what happened tonight. This is not something you should have experienced. "
The man stood up dullly, then turned off the live broadcast and thanked Qingyi Xiaodao.
He left the Flowing Fire Avenue in a panic, and everything he experienced on that ghost road kept popping up in his mind.
If it were anyone who had experienced such a thing, I'm afraid it would be the same.
Seeing the man leaving in a hurry, Qingyi Xiaodao also sighed softly.
Looking back at the old man holding the black dog, Qingyi Xiaodao thought he was the administrator of Liuhuo Avenue, so he didn't say anything, turned around and walked towards the outside of Liuhuo Avenue.
The experience on the Flowing Fire Avenue made Qingyi Xiaodao suddenly realize that perhaps his views had been wrong all along.
The seemingly mysterious and mysterious things recorded in ancient Taoist books may not necessarily not exist.
This also made Qingyi Xiaodao feel in awe of the rules of the Flowing Fire Avenue. He planned to leave here first and come back another day to see what the clues were about the Flowing Fire Avenue.
Smoker was also a little confused about leaving Qingyi Trail.
A Taoist priest suddenly appeared on this road in the middle of the night, and he didn't seem to be from the polling bureau.
But the smoker didn't think too deeply. He quickly looked around, trying to find where the polling bureau was.
The entire Liuhuo Avenue was now completely dark, with only an open shop not far away still lighting up.
The smoker can only go to this store to have a look first, and prepare to ask the store owner, maybe he can know where the polling bureau is.
This shop with lights on was naturally the management office. Brother Pingtou, Zhao Hu, and the River God all gathered around Zhao Xue to report their accounts.
The time on the wall was now pointing to 12:10. After 10 minutes, Zhao Xue finally collected all the accounts and was able to relax.
"Okay, thank you for your cooperation, everyone can go back and rest.
Every store has made a lot of money today, which is something worth celebrating.
Now that Liuhuo Daodao is popular, there will only be more and more tourists in the future. You must ensure the quality of service and product quality.
Only in this way can a virtuous cycle be formed. "
Zhao Xue gave instructions to the three of them seriously and carefully, and they all nodded.
It was obvious that several people knew nothing about what was happening outside. Just when Brother Flathead pushed open the door of the shop, what came into view was a black dog's face.
"Oh my God!"
This startled Brother Flathead, and he even subconsciously took a few steps back.
"Woof woof woof..."
The black dog at the door kept barking at Brother Flathead and the others, which made the smoker holding the black dog look at the three people with a bit of surprise:
"My dog never barks at people. What happened today..."
However, when he said this, the smoker suddenly thought of something, and then frowned:
"You are not human beings?"
Looking at this strange old man in front of him, Brother Flathead was so angry that he almost jumped up:
"What are you doing? Didn't you see the sign at the door? It's forbidden to enter Liuhuo Avenue after 12 o'clock!"
The river god next to him also said somewhat unhappily:
"Go away quickly, go away quickly, and can you control your dog and stop it from barking?"
Zhao Xue also stood up in confusion at this moment and stared at the smoker at the door.
Until now, Zhao Xue only regarded it as a tourist entering the Flowing Fire Avenue at night, so she quickly said politely:
"This tourist, please leave Liuhuo Avenue as soon as possible. Visitors are not allowed to enter after 12 o'clock, otherwise we will have no way to ensure your safety."
The smoker was also a little confused about the situation in front of him.
This place obviously didn't look like a polling bureau, and he didn't know these people at all.
This made the smoker wonder. Is it possible that the polling bureau is not in the Fire Avenue at all?
Therefore, the smoker did not speak, but just greeted the big black dog that kept barking, and then left the shop, preparing to walk out of Liuhuo Avenue.
However, at this moment, the shop door that had just been closed behind him was suddenly pushed open, and then the fat man revealed a face full of doubts, and at the same time muttered to himself:
"It's true, Director. It's obviously a mistake. How could there be guests in the middle of the night?"
Hearing the familiar voice coming from behind, the smoker immediately turned his head and looked over. At this time, the fat man happened to catch the smoker's gaze.
"I'll go, there's really someone there. Hey, aren't you that weird old man?"
The smoker looked at the fat man, then looked up at the sign that said Management Office.
He clearly didn't see the fat man in the room just now, so how could this man suddenly walk out of this door.
The fat man looked at it curiously, and the smoker looked at the big black dog sitting next to him, and then said:
"You must be the guest the director mentioned, right? Are you here to see the polling bureau?"
The smoker nodded. Before he could ask a question, the fat man opened the door of the shop with his backhand:
"come in……"
The smoker looked at the door that the fat man opened in confusion. Everything inside the door was completely different from what he saw just now.
With doubts, Smoker led the big black dog into the door, and what he saw was a hall.
In the hall, Ma Linger was sitting on the sofa reading the folk diary written by Fatty, while Yan Qilin was holding dumbbells in the indoor training area next to him.
The smoker was even more confused now. He turned back and looked outside the door. Outside was still the familiar avenue of flowing fire.
But just when he walked into this door, what he saw was a front desk, Zhao Xue, and Brother Pingtou.
But when the fat man came in, not only did the environment change, but the people also changed.
"The director is really amazing. He said there was a guest, but as soon as I opened the door, I saw this strange old man."
The fat man's voice immediately attracted the attention of the two men. The moment they saw the smoker, they both recognized him.
"Isn't this the person from Fushou Village? Why did he suddenly come to our polling bureau?"
"this……"
The smoker looked at the fat man in astonishment and asked:
"Is this the polling bureau?"
The fat man nodded naturally:
"Of course. Are you here specifically for the polling bureau?"
While the two were talking, Feng Yun walked down the stairs unhurriedly.
Seeing the stunned smoker standing at the door, Su Yun smiled peacefully:
"meet again."
Obviously Feng Yun was not surprised by the appearance of the smoker, but the smoker was a little confused at the moment.
"I am Feng Yun, director of the polling bureau. Fushou Village was too hasty last time, but I have been waiting for you to come."
Smoker felt a little confused about Feng Yun's words:
"Director Feng, did you know I would come?"
"Not only did I know you were coming, I also knew something more."
As Feng Yun spoke, he reached out and pointed in the direction of the stairs:
"Let's go, let's talk in the office."
The smoker glanced at the big black dog next to him:
"sit!"
The black dog sat at the door very obediently, looking straight at the smoker, and followed Feng Yun towards the second floor.
The fat man and the others followed him curiously and entered the house together.
As soon as he sat down, Smoker couldn't wait to look at Feng Yun and asked:
"Director Feng, what do you mean when you say you know more about me?"
Feng Yun pointed to the old-fashioned satchel on the smoker's back, and then said slowly:
"Your portrait of the door god never leaves his mark, probably because the portrait is very special.
As far as I know, it takes a lot of luck to mobilize the gods and generals.
Sign a contract with the gods and ask them for help..."
Especially when he heard Feng Yun's last words, the door god's expression obviously changed greatly.
Because Feng Yun's words directly revealed his biggest secret.
The smoker has traveled all over his life and has been wandering with his parents for as long as he can remember.
The Smoker has been interested in folk customs since he was a child, and is very interested in mountain spirits, wild monsters, earthly treasures and heavenly spirits.
But no matter how interested he is, the smoker is just an ordinary person. What really changed him was when he got lost in the forest for hundreds of miles at night and accidentally entered a ruined temple.
There are two statues of gods enshrined in the temple, one is Shen Tu and the other is Yu Lei.
However, the temple was obviously in disrepair. There were big holes in the roof above the two statues, and it happened to rain heavily that night.
The Smoker always respected the gods, so he braved the rain, found some wooden boards, and repaired the house.
But it was precisely because of this heavy rain that the smoker contracted cold sickness. Ever since he slept in the ruined temple that night, he had been suffering from a high fever, and was even in danger of dying.
In the confusion, the two people Yan Gui saw in a trance walked into the temple. The two people turned out to be the same as the statue.
The two expressed their gratitude to the smoker, but at that time all the strength in the smoker's body had been exhausted, and only his last breath was still hanging.
The smoker only remembered that the two of them drew something on his wrist, and then pricked his fingertip and took out a drop of blood.
Accompanied by the smell of fireworks from burning paper, the smoker fell into a deep sleep. When he woke up again, he found that he was refreshed and his cold illness was cured overnight.
At the same time, two portraits suddenly appeared next to him, namely the statues of the two door gods Shen Tu and Yu Lei.
Since then, Smoker has had the ability to borrow the power of the door god, and can even talk to the god's statue.
But in fact, it is not the two door gods who live in the door god alley, but they have left some of their own power in these two door god paintings.
Relying on this power, the smoker also saw a brand new world.
The folklore knowledge mentioned in the folklore books he used to read is no longer just a culture, but also a solution that smokers can use when facing some problems.
Later, while traveling around the world, Smoker picked up a little black dog.
This black dog is very understanding of human nature. The smoker has never deliberately trained him, but this black dog can understand his every command.
And during long-term contact, the smoker discovered that this black dog never barked at people.
Whenever it barks, it is a bad sign...
(End of chapter)
