"Come, take a look."
He walked to the window, opened a slit, and waved to everyone, so the guests also gathered around him with a strange feeling, leaning against each other.
Squeeze to make room.
Since ancient times, it has been human nature to love watching the excitement.
But this time it was different.
Some people who were close by were quite curious at first. They tilted their heads, rolled their eyes, purred, and looked out through the gap in the open window.
Then, the curiosity in their eyes disappeared, and what was left was all fear.
They saw the astonishing scenery, their faces instantly turned pale, and their whole bodies couldn't stop trembling violently!
At this time, on June 18th, the twenty-fifth year of Wanli, it was two o'clock in the morning.
The world has been completely immersed in darkness.
The "people" who passed the bell walked from Chang'an Right Gate in the inner city to Zhengyang Gate, and at this time, they came out.
The ringtone is getting closer and closer.
And those bell-holders were also seen by these mortals who were observing in secret.
Those who hold the bells are mostly dressed in black or white. They hold lanterns, bells, chains, and simple knives, with solemn expressions without any expression.
There was a man in green clothes holding a book, leading a big brown and red horse, with disheveled hair, and black boots that almost reached his knees.
In addition to these "people" passing the bells, there are also giant men with blue faces and fangs, and tigers with colorful bodies.
Such a strange and terrifying combination, on the deserted dark street, with lanterns and bells ringing, surrounded by empty space, and when these people walked, there was still a faint blue firelight on their bodies.
"Then, what are those?"
The guests kept their voices very low and tried to keep their sentences complete. Some even stepped back, shaking all over and looking pale and frightened.
"Ghosts, they are all ghosts!"
"What nonsense are you talking about? These are not ghosts. They were humans before and are now gods!"
The mustached North Korean official's eyes were filled with excitement: "Open your eyes and take a look. I'm afraid you won't be able to see this solemn scenery elsewhere."
"The underworld is out and a hundred ghosts are running away!"
"He is dressed in blue, holding a book, with loose hair, long black boots, leading a brown and red horse... He is the night wandering god!"
This mustached North Korean official was very excited and explained to the guests in a self-centered manner. He understood the situation in the capital of the Ming Dynasty better than these Ming Dynasty people:
"Do you know why there are seventy-two red shops in the outer city of Shuntian, but there are seventy-six bells? In fact, there were seventy-eight in the past, and the seventy-six now represent the seventy-six divisions of the underworld!"
"At the watch of the watch, the Yin Si travels, entering the inner city from Dongyue Temple to the Imperial City, and patrols Shuntian. If a mortal goes out at this time, if he collides with the Yin Si and the Yin Qi enters the body, he will suffer from all kinds of diseases, and he may even die suddenly on the street!"
The guests were amazed, although their faces were still ugly. At this time, the innkeeper, an old man with a short white beard, praised the North Korean officials and said:
"How come you know so much about what's going on here?"
The North Korean official smiled and said: "I came to the capital in the 20th and 23rd years of Wanli, but I was only a minor official at the time. Because it was getting late, I was lucky enough to see this scene, but I only saw it. It’s just the end.”
"Now that my official rank is slightly higher than before, I can leave the imperial city and go to the outer city in the evening."
The old man at the inn asked: "Do you know Shangguan's name?"
The North Korean official laughed: "Don't dare, don't dare. How dare I be called Shangguan in the Heavenly Kingdom? My surname is Liu, my given name is Mengyin, and my courtesy name is Yingwen."
"Don't know where to start?"
"My name is Lei Xuan."
The innkeeper replied, walked behind the cash register and sat down without raising his head.
The mustachioed Korean official exchanged greetings with the innkeeper, then immediately turned his head and followed the crack in the window to look at the situation outside. He seemed very excited and excited, because these were all written by Lieutenant General Zhiwei. However, at this time, a guest opened his eyes wide and said to the North Korean official:
"No, listen, is there any sound, like chanting sutras?"
At this time, the guests and the mustached North Korean official were all attracted by the new sound, and they opened the window to the other side.
In the middle of the main road of Zhengxifang, this road goes all the way south and reaches Yongding Gate.
The gods of the underworld have just gone out.
They all looked south now.
There was a woman standing on the avenue not far away, holding three sticks of incense in her hand, her eyes dull:
"The taiyin generates light and illuminates the holy fire..."
The woman stood there blankly, and the gods of the underworld also stopped, but they did not stop passing the bell.
The bell is ringing.
The leader of the group, the Tsing Yi Night Wandering God, made a strange sound, like the noise of two stones colliding with each other:
""The Light of the Taiyin Illuminates the Yibao Scroll"...the remaining followers of the Huangtian Sect..."
Tsing Yi Yeyoushen looked at the yellow book in his hand. The yellow paper was flipping through. On one page, a certain name had gradually turned black.
People's choices affect the life and death of their lives in the Yellow Book.
The moment the name turned completely black, the Tsing Yi Yeyoushen began to recite the name, and at the same time raised his hand, stretched out a finger, and pointed at the woman:
"Gao Wan..."
"Life is over."
"kill……"
Everyone in the inn was sweating with fear when they heard the strange Tsing Yi Night Traveler speak, and a colorful tiger next to him suddenly pounced out. Just a gust of wind carried a frightening tiger roar, and several deep claw marks appeared on the ground. The woman standing in the middle of the road holding incense had been disemboweled and her head rolled to the ground with a bang.
The gods of the underworld did not move, and the bells were still ringing.
"What...what...I have seen this woman before."
Among the people in the inn, someone suddenly spoke with a horrified look on his face. The other guests around him were also startled. They stepped back three or five steps to leave room for him, then asked him and asked him to start his performance.
"She is Orihu near Yongding Gate. I bought cloth from her just before it got dark, and she also gave me a stick of incense..."
When the guest said this, the panic in his eyes suddenly disappeared, turned into confusion, and then became dull, and he began to mutter to himself:
"The taiyin generates light and illuminates the holy fire..."
Wow!
The surrounding guests suddenly turned pale with fright, and were so frightened that they opened the tables and chairs. The place was in chaos for a while, and the gods of the underworld outside all turned their heads and looked at the location of this inn!
The yellow book in Ye Youshen's hand was flipped again, and a name gradually turned black!
The gods of the underworld seemed a little angry.
The Tsing Yi Yeyoushen raised his finger, stared at the name on the yellow book, and uttered a syllable:
"Liu..."
At this time, the innkeeper, an old man with an unattractive appearance, gently tapped the edge of the table with his fingers.
The guest who suddenly became a follower of the Huangtian Sect suddenly fainted.
At this time, the names on the yellow book also turned from completely black to clear in an instant.
The eyes of the gods of the Yin Division also retracted at this time, and the voice of the Qing Yi Yeyoushen also stopped. He raised his finger for two seconds, then put it down. As if nothing happened, he began to leave.
Many guests, as well as the mustachioed North Korean official, originally had all the hairs on their bodies about to turn into porcupine quills and explode, but suddenly the Yinsi stopped paying attention to them, and the sweat on their bodies suddenly soaked their clothes, and some people collapsed and collapsed. sit on the floor.
"Your mother's maid! Your mother's maid! This Shuntian night is so terrifying. I will never come again!"
Someone was sitting on the ground gasping for breath, but the North Korean official looked towards the direction of the imperial city and frowned.
"Nothing big will happen tonight, right?"
As soon as he finished speaking, it was like a feeling coming from somewhere.
Liu Mengyin, a North Korean official with a mustache, was so frightened that his heart almost stopped beating. He slowly closed the gap in the window. His face was as pale as a dead man. He leaned his back against the wall and sat slowly on the ground, breathing heavily. Covered in cold sweat.
Just now, the surroundings were still dark.
But now, the lights are bright!
The surrounding shops and houses all lit up suddenly and without warning. Among them, countless figures were reflected on the windows, making gestures of lighting three sticks of incense!
Liu Mengyin muttered to himself, his expression of horror never fading: "What are those..."
The innkeeper sat behind the counter without raising his head and spoke in a lazy tone:
"Nothing, that's the Huangtian Sect. During the reign of Emperor Jiajing, there was a veteran named Li Bin. After he retired from the army, he met a wandering Taoist who taught him magic, so he founded this sect and called himself Tiger Eye Zen Master. At that time, Emperor Jiajing liked the trend of cultivating Taoism, which spread widely in Hebei. Now that he is dead, the sect has become the White Lotus Sect."
"Go to bed early tonight and don't go out running around. You'll be fine tomorrow morning."
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