"Qian Tang's Yin Qi is gloomy, and ordinary people are possessed by the five poisons of greed, anger, ignorance, pride, and suspicion, and are haunted by evil spirits. When an old person dies, he must ask the evil spirits to remove evil spirits from the corpse. Otherwise, he will definitely be haunted by evil spirits, evil spirits, or evil spirits. Zombies invade strangers, making homes unsafe and animals restless."
The ghosts and gods with red hair and round eyes are sitting on the high platform, holding iron forks and ropes. Under the high platform, dead people lay on their pillows.
"The person who is in charge of the Yangsha Division according to the decree of the Dharma is the Baisha envoy under the throne of the Dharma King."
"The fate of parents and children is predestined by Heaven. Anyone who maliciously performs an abortion, forces a woman to have a miscarriage, drowns, strangles, starves, freezes or gnaws her baby to death is a violation of Heaven. The Department of Pregnancy will send out all the birth ghosts to The wandering girl and the ghost bird were taken into the cave city and a large iron ball burned red with charcoal fire was stuffed into their bellies."
The woman with a bit of ink on her forehead opened her arms and turned into wings. Under the wings, the sinners with distended abdomens struggled in pain, and charcoal fire came out of their wailing mouths.
"According to the decree of the law, the Pregnancy Department is reported to be the envoy of the hook star under the throne of the law."
"However, there are alchemists, wizards, goblins, ghosts, and wild gods who use their magical powers in vain, violate ethics, and exceed the laws of the world. They will be expelled by the exorcists who will send the demons into the cave city, strip off the Dharma body, cut off their lives, destroy their souls, and suffer all kinds of consequences. If you share your food, you will never be reincarnated."
The huge skeleton sat cross-legged, holding down the mage and shaman wearing a colorful crown with one hand, and holding the wild god with bright armor in the other hand. It opened its mouth to eat, and the white bones were dripping with blood and minced meat. All around, countless ghosts, mist-like and water-like ghosts were surrounding each other.
"The person who controls the driving force according to the decree of the Dharma is the skeleton messenger under the throne of the Dharma King."
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As the boat moved forward, one mural after another slid past in front of the boat.
How sacred are they? In charge of what? Why are sinners punished? And what punishment? The guide ghost narrated each one quietly.
Fan Liang heard his teeth chattering, so harshly that it almost drowned out the guide ghost's words.
The boat startled the ladybugs flying away, and the ladybugs moved around again with a tragic light. The eyes, ears, mouths and noses of the ghosts and gods on the wall carvings changed their expressions in the deflection of light and shadow.
Fan Liang always suspected that they were not just dead objects—no! This is Cave City! How can we treat this with common sense? ! Most of them are alive and real! I looked at them and they looked at me. Get into my mind, dig out all my past, and examine them one by one. As long as they find a little fault, they will laugh and jump down, drag me into the wall, and become one of the sentient beings who endure torture all day long.
Especially when talking about the skeleton messenger, the guide ghost looked into the boat with a strange and playful look, like a cat looking at a mouse that has fallen into a trap.
Did it reveal my purpose? Is the news false? Will birthday gifts be favored by the Ghost King?
Fan Liang's teeth trembled even more. He didn't dare to raise his head and look around, his eyes darting around in panic.
However, he was surprised to find that the man who was traveling with him was clasping his hands and looking at the relief of the Cave City Messenger with great interest. His calm and calm appearance was completely different from his panic and fear.
Isn't he afraid? How could he not be afraid? !
No.
Fan Liang made all malicious speculations.
He probably doesn't understand his situation.
Seeing that this man's clothes were shabby, his feet were actually a pair of rotten straw sandals. The locals in Qiantang all know the word "respect", and whenever they come to visit, they will at least borrow a pair of boots to wear. Being so ignorant of etiquette, he must be a country bumpkin from outside who got a gift of gold for no apparent reason and doesn't know how powerful the Cave City is.
It's really pitiful. It's new to see now. Later, when the Ghost King is evil at the banquet, I'm afraid he won't have to experience all these tortures!
His eyes fell on the wooden box.
With a bit of pleasant guess.
"Are there a few coppers in it? Or a few rotten salted fish?"
Unexpectedly, the other party's ears are very pointed.
"Are you talking to someone outside the office?"
"No, no, it's not." Fan Liang was taken aback and denied it repeatedly, but after a moment, he said quietly, "I just admire him for being an upright person."
The man smiled freely.
"It's not true to be honest, but it's true to be frivolous." He also wondered, "Why did the member say that?"
Fan Liang secretly glanced at the bow of the ship. The guide ghost was indifferent and said with cupped hands: "Looking at the many wall carvings along the way, I still have the same energy and no fear at all. I think I have no regrets in my life, so I feel calm."
The man laughed more and more wildly when he heard this and asked:
"Have you never paid homage to Buddha?"
Fan Liang glared angrily.
Even if the other party helped him keep the gift box, he couldn't insult him like this. In Qiantang, you can say that a person is so bad that he has sores on his head, pus on the soles of his feet, and gives birth to a son without a butthole, but you cannot say that he does not worship ghosts and gods, worship Buddha, or uphold the Tao, because he is a refugee who fills ravines and a scumbag who is the most evil. Things that can only be done.
But without waiting for his reply, the man continued: "If you worship the Buddha, have you never seen the "Hell Transformation"?"
Fan Liang was stunned.
"Transformation in Hell" is one of the murals with Buddhist religious themes. It depicts various horrific scenes in hell to guide people to be good. The temples in Qiantang City are more luxurious than the last, so there is no shortage of this picture. Among them, "Hell in Disguise" painted by the famous artist Wu Daozhi in Zhaoti Temple is the most famous.
Fan Liang once had the opportunity to see it. He was sweating on the spot and had heart palpitations three days after returning.
Afterwards, I spent several hundred taels of silver to ask a monk to pray for me and eliminate my karma.
He murmured: "How can this be the same? How can it be the same?"
Having said that, his expression was obviously much more relaxed.
The boat continued forward, passing through one "Cave City Transformation" after another, and arrived at the hall of the Ghost King.
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This is a flooded palace.
Countless huge beams and columns stand, tilt, and rely on each other, supporting this magnificent space underground in Qiantang.
When Fan Liang first saw it, he was frightened and inexplicable, but when he looked closer, he saw many cracks and decay on the beams and columns. Although they are as tall as before, their interiors have been damaged by time and cannot be used.
He breathed a sigh of relief.
"Wow!" The water waves were chaotic, and the dim and empty underground space lit up one after another. One after another, ordinary-looking guide ghosts were seen, supporting one after another small boats filled with guests, coming from all directions. They gathered together and parked in the hall one after another.
Fan Liang looked around and saw that the passengers on the boat were either wealthy businessmen, heroes, wizards, officials, or monks, all of whom were well-dressed. There were only two passengers on the boat, and one of them was a vulgar country bumpkin.
He cursed a few times and noticed that all the bows of the ships were facing the same direction. Then he looked around and saw that the turbid light of the ghosts on the bows of the ships gathered together and reflected a statue of a god deep in the palace.
The statue has a handsome figure, with hair in a bun, and a beard that is longer than the abdomen. It has a fat head, big ears, kind eyebrows and kind eyes. It holds a round of precious mirrors. It sits on the altar with one foot propped up on the platform and one leg hanging down. In the water, I feel at ease.
Although the image is completely different from the legend, who else can be the god who can sit here?
"He who worships the underground master of Qiantang is a man with ten thousand years of life and a mighty and virtuous Dharma King of the ten directions."
The guide ghosts all suddenly bowed down in unison, and their chants echoed in the ground. Fan Liang opened his mouth and then covered it suddenly. Just now he had the urge to join in.
At this time.
Phew~
During the worship, the huge pustules on the heads of the guide ghosts burst open one after another.
Suddenly, their "flesh and blood" turned into streams of light, spurting out from their bodies. The dense clouds of air gathered together and blended into bright colors, painting the surrounding dark water, towering beams and columns, as well as the walls and domes hidden in the shadows. New, showing its original appearance.
It turns out that the palace wall behind the statue of the Ghost King is not empty, but painted with a magnificent palace that looks like a heavenly palace. Spreading out with Gongjue as the center is a huge city, with houses as dense as fish scales, cars and horses flowing on the streets, and pedestrians weaving in and out.
The murals spread all over the walls and dome of the palace, wrapping everyone in, or in other words, immersing themselves in it.
If you look closely, the brushstrokes in the painting are even more superb than the wall carvings in the waterway.
Fan Liang stared at the past, and the characters in the painting appeared vividly before his eyes. He pulled himself in and started laughing and chatting face to face.
The whole city celebrates the festival, and there is no place that is not lively.
There are juggling illusions performed along the street. The performers spit out flames and heat hits their faces - scary! Ask him to scream and dodge with the surrounding pedestrians.
A chef from the Western Regions set up an iron fork, smeared whole pigs, whole cows, and whole lambs with spices and roasted them carefully. The aroma was so fragrant that it made his throat roll.
A woman dressed as a nun was singing loudly, and a yellow-faced man beside her was playing the piano to accompany her. The singing was clear and clear, and the sound of the piano was gurgling, as if the moonlight was bursting like a spring flood.
There was a pretty lady walking among the crowd, holding a wine flask as she walked around. When she met someone to persuade her to drink, she smiled sweetly at him and blinked her bright eyes.
There are also singing and dancing groups roaming the long streets, the dancers' waists are flying, and the flowing clouds and wide sleeves are like clouds spreading out, blowing by...
Huh?
He touched his face blankly.
The touch of the feather sleeve brushing against the cheek is so real, and the fragrance even lingers on the tip of the nose.
Look up again.
His eyes were full of excitement, his nose was full of strange fragrance, his ears were full of drum music, and even the burning heat came to his face.
It turns out it’s not an illusion, it turns out it’s all real.
Unknowingly, he was in a mural, or in other words, in a cave city.
"Mr. Lang."
A sweet voice called from behind.
Fan Liang turned around blankly, but it was the beauty who made secret glances at him.
"Please come with me."
The beauty led him, smiling sweetly all the way, as she walked around the singing and dancing, opera, grill, and wine pools, and sat down at a row of seats piled high with wine, delicacies, melons, and snacks.
Next to him, the man on the same boat was drinking alone in his seat with half-empty eyes.
…………
The beauty is in her arms and is soliciting wine.
The entertainments of the ears and eyes before my eyes are endless, and nothing is repeated.
Suddenly, an illusionist blew out colorful smoke and transformed into various vivid birds and beasts.
For a moment, two beautiful women were wrestling on the stage. Their movements were nimble and agile. When the fall was fierce, their clothes were loose and looming, which was most eye-catching.
At one moment, there was a dancer dancing alone, with a cold appearance and beautiful posture. When she danced, her thin clothes fluttered like clouds, making her look like a goddess dancing in the sky.
Fan Liang vaguely recognized that this girl should be a famous court lady a few years ago. Before she left the court, she attracted the city's dignitaries to spend a lot of money to get her, but she suddenly disappeared one day. It turned out that I fell into the cave city. Fortunately, I fell into the cave city. Otherwise, how could a mere merchant see the beauty of the immortal? How can I have a chance to kiss Fangze?
Afterwards, he was dazzled by all kinds of songs, dances, illusions, juggling, and all kinds of operas, some he recognized, some he didn't recognize, some he remembered, some he didn't.
There was also the fine wine in the cup, the beautiful woman in his arms, everything dazzled him, and he felt that if he hadn't taken this trip today, his life would have been in vain.
However.
Suddenly a low trumpet sounded above the tall palace.
The dancing music in front of me and the beauties around me all left.
Fan Liang felt disappointed, but quickly cheered up.
he knows.
The Ghost King’s Banquet has begun.
