The next day, a small boat lantern was placed under the eaves of Yu Linlang's door.
In Qiantang City, boat lanterns are the symbol of the tide god.
Chao Shen is an important local deity. As the saying goes: "The tide welcomes thousands of gods, and the tide sends all ghosts away." This means that he is the messenger and guide of the gods. No matter what rituals are held in the local area, this Chao is indispensable. God is involved.
Yu Linlang places a lamp at the door, which means asking the tide god to guide the way, and the family wants to worship the god.
The news spread to ten people and hundreds of people. In just half a morning, the news that the Gan family was going to do the Huan Shen Ke had spread throughout most of Fuguifang.
Although I don’t know why it was so hasty and who is the god of ten coins, but according to custom, the young girls and young wives who were free nearby gathered to help, and the musicians, cooks, dealers, tailors, papermakers, etc. who were eating this meal were all around. Wait for Tongtong to arrive after hearing the news.
Time flies in the busyness.
at dusk.
The evening fog has not yet risen, and the sky is a red color, which makes the scene of hundreds of people gathering at the pier even more lively and prosperous.
The newly released "Ten Coin God Voucher Section" is being held.
In front of the altar.
The shamans in colorful clothes, feather crowns and Nuo masks sang and danced, directing the crowd to offer tributes.
Recite Qiuyuan Essay:
"Cross it all with a black pen, open the book's head and foot... No, end, I hope to recall the kindness I promised you in the past... The servants of the believer's family, etc., after repaying it, uh, this family will be prosperous, full of auspiciousness, both people and wealth, wealth and honor, Everyone is ten thousand feet tall, and the smoke reaches the sky..."
Behind, a group of men and women burned incense and bowed in obeisance. They could not help but murmur in their hearts while following the chant.
Where did this mage come from?
Why do I stutter even when pronouncing a word? Can I really impress ghosts and gods with my sincerity when I am so unfamiliar?
At this time, the sunset put away its last remaining rays.
Another cold wind suddenly came, stirring up dust and lowering the lights.
Day and night seemed to change in an instant.
Everything sinks into darkness.
Only the heads of short incense sticks in everyone's hands were bright red.
It seems that invisible things come with the night, silently eating the incense and candles.
The short incense burned quickly, and the smoke rose up, but was not blown away by the cold wind. Instead, it slowly gathered on the altar.
Everyone's hearts are tense at this moment.
God is coming!
"Listen not, speak not, see not."
The wizard shook the magic bell and spoke in a strange and deliberately drawn-out tone:
The musicians hurriedly turned their heads and played and sang as hard as they could; the believers hurriedly knelt on the ground and held three notes of short incense high above their heads.
A moment.
Something vague and indistinguishable appeared in the smoke.
It descended among the tributes.
It touches the fruits and melons, and the fruits immediately become shriveled; it submerges the rice, and the rice grains turn black and rotten like mud; it crawls over the sacrifices, and the flesh and blood lose their luster.
Finally it landed in front of a brocade box - Qiantang people worshiped the gods more honestly than elsewhere, they gave money, real money.
The "god" opened its tribute, but there was no gold, no silver, not even a copper in it. What was there was just a yellow paper talisman.
Outside the smoke:
"Hurry is like a law."...
ah! !
An inhuman scream suddenly began, almost piercing the eardrums.
Everyone in the venue was frightened and raised their heads following the sound.
But on top of the altar, all the misty smoke clouds turned into billowing black air, transforming into various strange shapes from time to time.
Where is God? It's obviously evil!
Before even greater panic could spread among the crowd, the black energy suddenly gathered and turned into a huge beast like a chariot and horse, rushing towards the wizard in the audience.
The wizard didn't evade at all, he just shook the magic bell in his hand.
Ding~
"rise!"
Several men who had ambushed early pulled the hemp rope with red faces and ears.
A large red net immediately rose.
The black energy was caught off guard and hit the Internet, suddenly
It makes a "squeaking" sound as if a hot iron is being applied to the flesh.
Flying back.
The black energy was obviously not a reckless thing. If it missed a hit, it would circle around and try to find an opportunity to escape.
But the wizard has been shaking the copper bells one after another, and several large nets have been raised one after another, forming a cage and sealing it inside.
It banged around hard, but it did nothing but howl and scream.
The wizard, or Li Chang'an, picked up a mahogany sword and drew the evil-killing talisman that had not been used for a long time on the sword.
"Heaven is in panic, earth is in danger..."
When the talisman is completed, hold the magic sword upside down and throw it to kill this ghost.
suddenly.
Dazzling white light burst out from the net.
Li Changan had to raise his hands to cover his eyes, and then heard several exclamations and random noises. After the strong light went out, there was nothing in the "cage", and a big hole was opened in the big net on the side.
The Taoist priest came forward to take a closer look.
The hole seemed to have been driven out simply by brute force, and there were no signs of burnt marks on the edges.
These nets are specially made with cinnabar, chicken blood, and talisman water. Logically speaking, when ordinary ghosts bump into them, the yin and yang conflict, so they should react.
unless……
Shopkeeper Gan came forward tremblingly:
"What should I do?!"
Li Changan took off his feather crown and mask, and put on his hat.
"If you calculate with your mind but not with care, it can't change the world."...
One of the signs of poverty is going to bed early.
It's just nightfall, and every house in Fuguifang has its doors closed.
In the dark night, in the light mist, the thatched houses look like clusters of tombs. Only when you get closer can you hear the suppressed voice of the owner venting his remaining energy through the cracks in the window.
It's like a mass grave of fake corpses.
A cloud of black energy rushed through it.
When it discovers that the doors and windows of a sloppy house are open, it wants to sneak in to escape.
There is always a voice behind me: "Ji."
The bird folded from yellow paper flew to the front from a certain corner, fluttered and stretched out, and the runes outlined in cinnabar emitted clear light, repelling it fiercely.
The flight inevitably slowed down, and more birds caught up.
The spells Li Changan used were not powerful spells. The former was to ward off evil spirits, and the latter was to restrain ghosts. Although it was a simple talisman, the ants killed the elephant, and there were more than a dozen ghost-binding talismans around it. The black energy fled at a lightning speed at first, but gradually turned into a staggering old man, struggling to walk.
Finally, it found a hidden corner. Without thinking, it jumped up, passed through the narrow gap in the wall, and fell into a small open space.
Grass clippings and mud dust were thrown up on the ground, alarming the "first comers" - a group of wild cats having a meeting, and their fur flew up.
It struggled to prop up its body, raised its head and looked around - the talisman tightly wrapped the black energy around it, and outlined the outline of a human figure hidden under the black energy - this was a small open space under the city wall, surrounded by houses, growing There was an old, half-dead tree, and a mud ditch crossed it.
here it is……
"It starts here, and it should end here."
Li Changan fell down, as light as a paper bird.
The ghost seemed to struggle, but the yellow talismans all over its body glowed and pinned it to the ground.
The Taoist priest picked up a branch. It could be seen that the branch had been carefully pruned. It should be a "sword" left behind by children after playing.
He recited the mantra silently and traced the formula on the "sword".
Approaching the evil ghost step by step.
If nothing unexpected happens, this is the burial place he chose for this evil ghost.
only.
"enough!"
There was a loud roar and a bright light exploded!
The Taoist priest lowered his bamboo hat, allowing the strong wind to blow away his robes and fly them high.
Gusts of wind shook the old trees and danced wildly, and broken yellow talisman paper scraps were flying everywhere.
Look at the open space, where is there still black smoke?
The ghost?
There is only one majestic general wearing colorful armor, holding a steel fork, with indigo eyes and white hair, a red face and fangs, and a streamer wrapped around his body!
The god general pointed the steel fork at Li Changan angrily.
"Bold and rebellious ghost."
The strong wind was carried by the divine power, whistling and crushing with paper scraps, dead leaves, and grass stems, and the roaring sound echoed in the wind.
"Now that I see God coming, I still don't bow down!"
Li Changan sneered in response, raised his hand and pointed his sword to make a false slash, the strange wind stopped and debris fell like snow one after another.
"I have long thought that in the land of Qiantang, there are sixty-four temples and temples above, and the ghost king of Cave City lives underground. Any ghost with some magic power will either be driven out to the Feilai Mountain outside the city to become a wild ghost, or else He was recruited as a Mao Shen in the city. To harm the little baby in the workshop? Hey, it is probably some incompetent and evil-hearted Mao Shen who is guarding and stealing."
He lifted his bamboo hat slightly and glanced up and down at the general.
"as expected."
The words and attitude were all sarcastic, but the god general was not irritated at all. Instead, he seemed to have been hit at a painful point. He looked panicked. When he spoke again, he lost his confidence.
"Ignorant brats, how dare you speak nonsense? Those brats are just dishonest in offering sacrifices to gods, but someone condescends to a spirit and insults me with dirty words! Why shouldn't I give you a little punishment for such a bold and arrogant behavior?!"
I see.
He does so many tricks just for this "why not".
Li Changan finally understood. The cold fog was getting heavier. He was too lazy to elaborate any more and went straight to the point.
"What do you think that is?"
Where the Taoist priest pointed, a simple god statue made of straw was "sitting" crookedly on the stone, with two pebbled eyes of different sizes staring straight ahead, which was quite funny.
The god will pretend to be calm: "This is a statue of a certain god."
"Would you like to take a closer look?"
The god general picked up the statue with a steel fork suspiciously. This time, he immediately noticed something fishy.
He hurriedly split the straw, and the bronze sword inside "dingdong" fell to the ground - it was filled with dirt, which meant that the statue had another owner, and it also meant that even if the children offended, it would not be his turn to punish them.
"This is my sword."
"The ten-cent god the children worship is not you, but me."
Li Changan made a talisman with his fingers in front of his lips, and talismans lit up one after another on the walls around the open space. This time, what was triggered was not the curse to bind ghosts, but the method to bind gods!
"What kind of crime should you be guilty of being hypocritical, falsely claiming your name, seeking wealth and killing people?!"
The green face of the God General turned pale with fright, his lips trembled, and he opened his mouth several times but was speechless. However, soon, his face became panicked and ferocious, and it was obvious that he had made a decision.
The god holds the steel fork tightly, and the Taoist priest recites the spiritual mantra, silently confronting each other.
"When you strip off your Dharma body, you will fall into the cave city forever."
A malicious voice suddenly broke into the scene.
Li Changan did not respond, because the moment the voice appeared, an indescribable coldness suddenly grabbed him.
This kind of coldness does not come from changes in the outside temperature, but from the instinctive trembling of the soul, as if countless snakes were born in the internal organs, silently, entangled every bone and every muscle, making people unable to move.
Li Changan has only encountered this kind of coldness in one place in his life.
Xianyi'an, Zhe.
The black mist as thick as oil poured into this small clearing at some point.
Mao Shen was lost in the fog.
The ferocious look on his face was still there, but his eyes clearly showed extreme fear.
soon.
The divine light around him was annihilated, the ribbon became dim, and the armor gradually turned a decaying gray.
A pair of huge skeletal arms stretched out from behind him.
Button your shoulders.
Like tearing apart a ball of cotton wool.
God Mao's body was torn in half, revealing his true body hidden inside.
It should be a man, but Li Changan didn't see his face clearly at all. A huge skeleton emerged from the fog and swallowed him up.
"Slay the demon!"
Green light cuts away evil spirits.
Li Changan threw the "sword" without thinking.
The "sword" entwined with mana immediately opened the black mist, but the black mist closed again in an instant, churning out bursts of strange laughter.
"You've done a great job exposing me, I'll spare your life."
Just like that night in Xianyi Temple, he quickly put it away, retreated into the sewage outlet under the city wall, and disappeared.
The cold mist blows heavier and heavier, and the moon in the sky becomes more and more hazy. Wild cats come and go, and pairs of green "stars" light up on the four walls, long and short, high and low, meowing, As if urging Li Changan, the farce is over, it's time for him to leave and return the night stage to the cats. …
What will be the outcome of the ghost who was captured in the Cave City?
Some said that they were eaten by the ghost king and his evil men.
Some say that the strange sounds wandering in the ditches of Qiantang City are their ceaseless wailing day and night.
Some people say that they have thrown themselves into the Qiantang River and rushed into the East China Sea, ending everything once and for all.
There are different opinions, and even Bai Xiaosheng, the ghost of Huangwei, can't figure it out, so he can only make it clear.
No one has ever seen it again.
In the follow-up, on the living side, there were too many ghosts and gods in Qiantang, and the people in Fuguifang were too poor, so it didn't cause much trouble.
It's the dead man's side.
Hua Weng, the spokesman for Li Changan's official club, the Brown Clothes Gang, and also the owner of Huangwei's Yishendi shop, came to visit.
"He was originally a brother of our Brown Clothes Gang. He was always generous and generous, and all the members of the gang would help him if they had difficulty in making a living. He was quite prestigious among the dead around him, and he was elected by the gang some time ago. We took a day trip to Fuguifang. Unfortunately, it didn’t last long before we got unlucky and received the “Ghost King Post”. He didn't have enough savings, and he couldn't open his mouth to others, so he lost his head in embarrassment... Hey, a good man can't be guilty of this! "
Li Changan didn't comment, he didn't care whether Hua Weng's words were true or false.
The attitude is also undisguised.
Hua Weng looked at him deeply and suddenly said: "I don't like you waiting."
Li Changan nodded: "I know."
"No! You don't know." Hua Weng said, "I was not happy before because you were associated with that bastard Huang Wei. Now I am not happy because I have seen the place where you practice and know that you are a knight-errant in the world. Those who lick blood with their swords will take human lives and bad ghost souls at every turn. The world outside is like this, there is nothing to say. But this is not Qian Tang’s rule!" Z.br>
His tone softened slightly.
"You have become a ghost now. You should know that people can still be ghosts after death, but ghosts will have nothing left after death."
Li Changan thought for a moment: "What about the rhinoceros?"
The question elicited a sneer from Hua Weng.
"I suppressed what happened before. You can think about what to do next."
Before leaving, he left a sum of money, which was not much, and was said to be the discount of Mao Shen's inheritance. How to deal with it? Let the Taoist decide for himself.
Li Changan gave the money intact to He Wumei, so He Wumei knew the whole story. …
Another next day.
It's dark.
He Wumei carried He Niliu and went from door to door to apologize.
The specific steps are as follows.
First, he apologized: "Bah, bang," I slapped He Niyi with a few bamboo sticks for fried meat. I didn't dare to hit him more. There were more than 20 people, so I was afraid it wouldn't be enough.
Then there’s the matter of paying back the money: He Nihao “crowdfunded” the money from his friends, on the grounds that he needed to buy the things he needed to worship the gods and to pay homage to the ten-cent master.
Finally, there was an apology: the little children were possessed by ghosts and went to the dock to fight against the baggage, causing some damage to their bodies. But if they don’t give money, the poor family won’t be willing to use it; if they don’t give them meat, the poor family won’t be willing to eat it. He was given medicine to strengthen his foundation and strengthen his vitality.
After completing the three steps in one go.
He Wumei went to the next house.
The host closed the door and started beating his own children.
For most of the day, Fuguifang was filled with the sounds of children crying one after another.
He Niluo received the most bamboo sticks, but He Wumei was soft-hearted and unwilling to put in any effort. The other friends were still "secretly sad"
, he had applied the medicine, jumped out of bed and quietly slipped into his secret base - the abandoned wing in the backyard of the Salesian Home.
The wing had long since collapsed, and all useful things such as wood and tiles had been taken away, leaving half-ruined walls surrounding the grass and flowers growing in Meng Yue.
He Niluo found a corner to hide himself, full of grievances.
He is not aggrieved, he knows that he deserves it.
In his opinion, if they don't play the "sacrifice to the gods" game, the evil spirits won't target them. Without so many strange steps in the game, evil spirits would have no excuse to attack.
He proposed the game in order to make money; he also came up with the steps in order to make more money. Although, he was a little uneasy, so he hid the dragon-slaying sword in the statue. After the incident, Li Changan was found in time to resolve the matter.
But what is wrong is wrong, and what is deserved is what is deserved.
What he felt wronged was money.
The medicine for Gubenpeiyuan is not cheap. Although there is compensation, He Wumei still put some in. He Niluo wants to give it back to He Wumei.
However, after paying back the money, there is no way to buy a comb. If you can't buy a comb, what should Wu Niang wear on her bun during the Tide Festival?
There is a tightly locked box in He Wumei's room. The box contains her piano and all her clothes. It will only be used when she goes out to play the piano and for some necessary occasions.
Since He Niluo can remember, the yard has become worse and worse every year, and the children have grown older every year, but his outfit has never changed. This year, combs are popular among women in the Qiantang Dynasty. Xiao Niyi wants to buy Wuniang a comb, a beautiful jade comb.
But now let alone jade combs, you can't even buy wooden combs.
The more he thought about it, the sadder he became, and his eyes couldn't hold back the tears even as he blinked.
Sobbing, he took out his hidden "savings."
I was surprised to find that my savings were gone and replaced by a brocade box.
He blinked, then wiped his hands clean on his clothes, took out the box, and opened it carefully.
On the pure white fine silk cloth lies a beautiful jade comb. He Niluo has seen it many times, but never once so close, so close that he can clearly distinguish every color of the fine colored stones on the comb reflected in the sunlight.
It's like breaking the rainbow into pieces and scattering them on top.
He stared blankly for a long time, and finally said "Yeah" and quickly raised his little head and looked around.
Today is clear with little fog, the sun is warm, and vegetation is growing freely among the collapsed houses.
"Thank you Uncle Ghost!"
he said loudly, then hesitated slightly.
"I will never call you a white cook again... Oops!"
My head felt a sharp shock.
He covered the pain with one hand and held the jade comb tightly to his heart with the other.
Laughing out of snot bubbles.
