It has a sky crown, twenty-four beams, and Jinbo Mountain. The crimson gauze robe is woven with clouds and dragons and red gold bars. A crimson gauze skirt, a white Luo square heart-shaped collar, white socks and black shoes, this is the ceremonial dress worn by the emperors of the Song Dynasty when offering sacrifices to Liuhe, Zhengdan, the Winter Solstice, the Great Court Meeting, and the Great Book of Fate.
It's just that the cloud dragon on this god's body looks a bit ferocious, and its color is black, making it look like Lord Yama.
This Song Dynasty god who came out of Dongyue Temple began to walk towards the first red shop, holding a strange weapon in his hand. This is called a pillar ax, which is a very small axe-shaped jade or crystal ceremonial instrument mounted on a four or five foot long pole.
Seventy-two red shops, seventy-six copper bells, and seventy-six underworld divisions.
He glanced at the sky. Among the stars at night, the country's prestige still permeated the sky, but it was very different from the past. This was all due to the fire Lord's rebellion and the Taiyin Tribulation Fire Cave that burned the world. The country's prestige had a big hole.
Everything that should be given to her was given to her. Although she did not complete the last step, it can only be said that she was too incompetent.
"The possessed person is just an 'earth god', only equivalent to the fetal breath of the four realms, and cannot exert the full power of this incarnation."
Di Ming Shen is a god inherited from the Eastern Han Dynasty. He is an ordinary employee of the Yin Division. He is not very powerful, but he is still more powerful than the Imp.
There was a strange aura surrounding this god. He came out of Dongyue Temple and entered the first red shop.
"The first red shop is in charge of the signature and seal department. This department is in charge of the signature and seal that can capture people's souls. If a mortal's life span has expired and his soul needs to be seduced, this department's seal can be signed and the ghosts and gods can execute it."
"Are you the master of the lottery god? Although the First Red Shop is only responsible for signing matters, it is not the strongest of the Seventy-Six Divisions of the Yin Division. Sixty-four years have passed since I last saw the situation here, and now there are only A weak god in the next level of supernatural power?"
"Can't you attract a stronger leader of the Yin Division?"
In the eyes of this Song Dynasty god, the headmaster Zhuo Yaishen saw that his divine power was only equivalent to the sixth level of divine power.
The Yinsi spirit guarding the red shop saw him.
"You are not the righteous god of the Ming Dynasty. You have no national authority. What kind of clothes are you wearing? Who are you? How dare you break into the red shop of Yinsi at night!"
This god walked towards the red shop with a pillar ax and said: "I am the god who is in charge of the destiny of all living beings in the world. You have exhausted your destiny, so I came here to get the Three Dharma Books for use!"
The spirits of the Yin Division were stunned. They had been seducing others all their lives, so why did they seduce others today?
Stand up and stop him immediately.
"Taiyin Dharma Cao, blue-faced giant ghost, take down this beast!"
After the headmaster signed the order, the Yins around immediately took action. The Taiyin Law Cao and the two ghosts and gods with blue faces and chains wrapped around their bodies immediately attacked the uninvited guest.
Chains were attached to his body and an iron ax was approaching, but this Song Dynasty god felt nothing at all. Instead, he smiled and said, "Do you think you are stronger than me?"
In his eyes, Taiyin Facao is only equivalent to the fifth manifestation of the gods, and the same goes for the two blue-faced giant ghosts. These gods are much weaker than they were thirty-one years ago.
The leader of the lottery god narrowed his eyes. Of course he thought so. The god in front of him was far inferior to the gods here in terms of evaluation of cultivation. Moreover, the other party seemed not to be a god transformed from a human being, but to a wild god. The strength of the wild god They are inferior to human gods, because the wild gods themselves are transformations of the spirits of heaven and earth, and cannot lead to the position of gods in heaven.
"You little wild god, how dare you act so presumptuously?"
"Wild God, I am not a wild god, I am your ancestor. You are just a guide to the gods, and I am the true god."
The next moment, a large amount of black mist rushed out of the seven orifices of the Song Dynasty god. This black mist swallowed up the first red shop, making everything invisible, and penetrated into the seven orifices of all the gods of the underworld present!
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Outside Zhengyang Gate, Zhengxifang.
In the inn next to the gate, old man Lei Xuan raised his head from his dazed state. His door was closed, and another person came in.
Liu Mengyin came to see him again.
"Why, come to see Yin Si Chuan Ling again?"
"No, I just wanted to ask you if there are any supernatural beings here. You seemed to know a lot about these things last night?"
Liu Mengyin touched his mustache, looked around, and said strangely: "There are not many people here today."
Elder Lei Xuan said: "Of course, during the day, Dongchang Fanzi and Jinyiwei were dispatched, and the guards in the city were also mobilized. They searched Huangtian believers door to door, took away the portraits and incense burners, and destroyed them together. Don’t you know about such a big thing in the Ministry of Etiquette?”
"All the guests were driven away, which ruined my livelihood."
Liu Mengyin rubbed his hands: "Your emperor went to court this morning. It was really interesting. The emperor's eloquence is really good!"
Elder Lei Xuan asked: "Did the Forbidden City catch fire and be burned down?"
"How do you know?"
"Who doesn't know that the quarrel between those ministers started from the Meridian Gate to the entrance of the inner city and was overheard by countless people?"
Old Lei Xuan chuckled: "Shuntian is not too big to say big, and it is not small to say small, but there is some news, it comes out from inside, it is very fast, you may not know how often those palace people come and go .”
While he was talking to Liu Mengyin, he looked towards the direction of the No. 1 Red Shop in Yinsi. It was clearly separated by countless walls, bricks, and roads, but the scene in front of the No. 1 Red Shop was already reflected in the eyes of old Lei Xuan.
Then he blinked, and the scene disappeared from his eyes.
He looked at Liu Mengyin again and asked: "You ask about all kinds of gods and ghosts, do you want to write a book?"
"North Korea doesn't allow these books of gods and ghosts to be written, and what's going on with the Japanese pirates over there? Have all the coastal cities they occupied returned?"
Liu Mengyin's face darkened: "No, they are taking action again. They asked the country to send troops before, but they are probably fighting now."
Old man Lei Xuan nodded: "Japanese pirates, they are afraid of power but not moral. They are always evil."
Liu Mengyin also felt uncomfortable. In fact, the Japanese pirates occupied the coastal cities and refused to return them. The two sides had a brief "stalemate negotiation" because the Ming Dynasty and Japan each had their own sleeping dragons and phoenixes. Each deceived their own kings and said that the other side had surrendered.
Old Lei Xuan smiled, then turned back and asked: "It is difficult to write the book of gods and ghosts. Words have magical power. There are some things that cannot be said. If you say it or write it out, incredible changes will occur. For example, the book There are creatures in the world, or gods and monsters appearing, as the saying goes, this is what it is."
"I once met a person who also wrote a book about gods and monsters. As the saying goes, 'Think about it every day, and dream about it at night. What you think about, there will be an echo. What you think about, you will be able to see all day long.'"
"These things are not easy to write, because if they are written and spread deliberately, they will really become 'real'. This is the mystery of the collection of people's 'wishes'."
Liu Mengyin showed a thoughtful expression, but what he was thinking about was...what can he achieve by writing?
Isn't this great?
"What are you thinking about? Are you thinking about writing a female ghost or something?"
"I am a gentleman, how could I write these things!"
Old Lei Xuan chuckled, showing an expression that said I understand, and then said meaningfully:
"North Korean official, I have a big story here, about the palace, do you want to hear it?"
"This is about a curse that has plagued the Ming royal family for sixty-four years, and the true form of this curse, the dark shadow hidden in history, actually dates from the Qin and Han Dynasties to the Yuan and Ming Dynasties."
"And things start from the twelfth year of Jiajing..."
