The world is full of ghosts and ghosts, and it is difficult to survive without seeing the blue sky.
During the day, His Highness the City God slept, and at midnight there was a ghost temple party.
This is a poem written by Mr. Song in "Qingyun Yishu Lu". It is a scene he saw in Qingcheng Mountain in his early years. It is said that a Taoist in Qingcheng Mountain took him to a temple fair.
This temple fair is very strange. It is not held in a bustling urban or rural area, but in a shabby Chenghuang Temple in a secluded mountain area. There is even a cemetery not far away. There is not even a single house within a few kilometers.
As soon as Mr. Song entered, he saw an empty temple fair with scarecrows everywhere.
There are not a single ordinary person who is upright, but there are quite a few low-life people gathered here.
When he asked, he found out that this was the so-called ghost temple fair.
The so-called ghost temple fair usually involves people from a family or a few cultivators gathering together and using various means to gather all the ghosts who have died in vain.
Then everyone showed their magical powers to save these ghosts who died in vain to earn some virtue.
It sounds similar to the current business routine, first make the cake bigger and then everyone eats it.
Mr. Song was unprepared at the time, so he simply wandered around.
As a result, he accidentally met Feng Jinde, a disciple of Liyuan in Xiajiuliuli. The two drank and fought with each other, looking like they were late to meet each other.
It was precisely because of Feng Jinde's relationship that he was fortunate enough to observe Liyuan's tricks and perform shady tricks from the sidelines.
To put it bluntly, it is to sing for ghosts and use funeral performances to attract ghosts. On the empty table, yellow incense tributes are placed for these dead ghosts to eat.
In the end, he uses drama to resolve the resentment of these dead ghosts and earn virtue for himself.
But Mr. Song felt that although this method was good, it was too inefficient and could touch too few evil spirits in one night.
After the temple fair, Mr. Song and Feng Jinde drank again in Qingcheng Mountain. I heard from him that ghost temple fairs will become less and less in the future, and there won’t be much moral virtue to be earned.
I heard that he is planning to take his team to Hong Kong.
Some places that film ghosts, zombies and other movies over there will often ask their troupes to sing a night of sinister dramas when something evil happens, so as to keep the ghosts in those places at bay.
When the time comes, they will be both virtuous and profitable, so they can kill two birds with one stone. If there is a chance, he will even open a film company and make a movie about zombies.
Therefore, as soon as the two of them said goodbye, they lost contact with each other and there was no news from them again.
Later in the story, Mr. Song came up with an idea of his own, using a play to summon the dead ghosts, and then used their seven paper figures as tributes and money as inducements to summon the underworld to send all the dead ghosts away.
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Of course, this is just an idea. After all, he had spent so many years pricking paper figures before he could paint the paper figures' eyes with resentful ink. How could he have time to learn the skills of singing and opera?
In fact, Mr. Song's idea is correct. He can think so, and others can think of this too. But the problem is that it is hard to chew more than you can chew. Ordinary people can hardly say that they have learned all their skills in their entire life.
Not to mention having to learn other people’s skills at the same time.
If he really had such ability, why would there be such a thing as a ghost temple fair?
"Hello, sir, would you like something to drink?" The flight attendant walked to the seat and asked Xu Tong.
"Thank you for a Coke."
He slowly closed the book [Qingyun Yishu Lu] in his hand, raised his head and smiled at the stewardess, and then he couldn't help but look out the window of the plane, and saw that the city below was getting smaller and smaller.
The huge city L gradually shrank into a ball, and one could clearly see that this ancient capital city was surrounded by mountains on all sides, including Beimang, Dongsong, Nanxiao and Xiong'er.
It gives people the feeling of a barrier from all directions, but unfortunately he doesn't understand Yin and Yang Feng Shui and can't see why.
I don’t know how my wife is doing now.
Thinking of this, he took out the small box that his master gave him from the props book. When he held it in his hand, it immediately felt like a leaking battery, making his fingers numb.
Especially my own prop card [Source] seems to be particularly interested in this thing. As long as I hold this thing [Source], this prop card will keep flashing.
He hadn't thought about opening the box, but as soon as his hand touched the switch of the box, it was bounced back by an invisible force.
At the same time, the prompt sound of the prop book came.
"Legendary items, please enter the corresponding scenario world before opening them."
(Note: It can only be opened by entering the corresponding scenario world. The higher the world matching level, the higher the rewards you will get, but the difficulty of this world will increase accordingly.)
This is the reason why he has not opened the box, but it also strengthens his determination to enter the big script [Progress in the Era of Panic] next.
He had a strong premonition that he would meet his master again in this script, and he might even meet his master.
This premonition gave him endless expectations.
What's strange is that Gao Zhuo has already submitted an application, but so long ago, they still haven't received any news about entering the script world.
This made Xu Tong feel a little helpless. After the fire last night, he hurriedly got on the plane to Xiangxi and prepared to find Gao Zhuo.
On the one hand, the two of them can sit together and fill in the gaps; on the other hand, it is also convenient to help Gao Zhuo recover the lost soul of his old man after this script.
As for the ID card and information, he had already obtained them from the archives room of the mental hospital last time.
His plan was correct, but the journey was so bumpy that he almost vomited.
Since there is no direct connection, he needs to transfer and spend a day in cq. After tasting cq's hotpot, he has to say that the hotpot is still as delicious as cq's.
The bright red butter looks very appetizing, and paired with the fresh duck intestines, tripe, and yellow throat, the crispy texture is simply addictive.
Hot pot, unlike other cuisines, requires not only knife skills, but also fire skills, plate presentation, creativity, etc.
In comparison, hot pot pays more attention to the freshness of the raw materials.
Take duck intestines as an example. Few people eat these in L City, and most restaurants won’t accept them. There’s no way to guarantee their freshness, and the taste is naturally greatly compromised.
In addition, there were also tender bamboo shoots. Xu Tong ate a large plate by himself, which was enough for four people, not counting the two large pots of rice on the side. The shop owner said, "If you don't become a food expo,"
The owner was so humble that he even gave him two bottles of sour plum soup as a special gift when paying the bill at the end.
cq’s hotpot trip is always short. When he got off the plane from Zhangjiajie and got on the train to Jishou, the dull air on the train coupled with the bumps along the way.
Even with the player's physical blessing, it still made him very uncomfortable.
It wasn't until about two o'clock in the night that I finally got off the train.
As soon as he got out of the station, the cold night wind blew on his face. Because of the blessing of his dark physique, Xu Tong couldn't help but take a few deep breaths and became energetic.
Looking around, you can see a few small three-wheelers parked in the deserted streets. The tallest building that catches your eye may be the hotel with the "7+1 Theme Hotel" sign in front.
Reminiscent of the magical high-rise buildings in mountain cities like CQ, a sharp contrast arises spontaneously.
"Brother, do you want to buy shredded tobacco? High-quality shredded tobacco!"
At this time, a person not far away waved and shouted at him. Xu Tong glanced around and saw that the person was about thirty years old, wearing a duck-billed hat on his head, wearing travel clothes, and carrying a backpack behind him.
At first glance, it looks like a tourist.
"I can't just ask for shredded tobacco, you also need to give me a hookah!"
"screw you!"
The other party stood up, raised the bridge of his hat, and revealed his true face. Gao Zhuo's face was very strange. The lower half of his face was very thin, but his bones and cheeks were very large and wide. The overall feeling was a bit uncoordinated.
So much so that he looked thirty-six or seventy years old, his face was full of vicissitudes of life, and he grinned at him. For some reason, Xu Tong always reminded Xu Tong of the alligator in the zoo.
He definitely doesn't judge people by their appearance, he just thinks his face is abnormal.
"Let's go, let's talk about it in the car."
Gao Zhuo pointed to Wuling Hongguang on the side. After all, this is the entrance of the station. Even if there are few people, there are always many people and cluttered eyes.
Xu Tong nodded and got into the car. As soon as he opened the door, a special smell in the air made him frown. When he looked back, he saw that there were no chairs in the back row, but an iron coffin.
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"I'm sorry, it's unlucky that you're here today. My original car was hit and was just sent to the repair shop, so I have to drive this car to pick you up. Anyway, you probably won't dislike the smell."
Gao Zhuo said with a grin.
Xu Tong nodded. The last script the two of them had was filled with dead people everywhere, and this taste was nothing compared to it.
After getting in the car, Gao Zhuo took him straight to the night market entrance. There was the local night market, but it was not as bustling as the old city. The night market here only had a few shops open.
The two of them found a remote location and sat down casually. After Gao Zhuo ordered a few of the store's specialty dishes, he whispered to Xu Tong: "I heard that Mr. Song gave away the things he brought??"
"Yeah!" Xu Tong calmly picked up the freshly fried small crabs and stuffed them into his mouth. He chewed them hard. It was not as delicate as eating hairy crabs. The crabs were all fried to a crisp.
It's crispy, sprinkled with thick seasonings, and tastes pretty good. It would be even better if paired with a bottle of wine.
What surprised him was that Xiangxi, which was so far away, had already received the news?
Obviously, the news that Mr. Song gave the things that Xue Gui left behind to his wife has now spread to all the lower circles, including the four small Yin gates and so on. Everyone has got the news.
After all, the reason why things were so big back then was because of this thing. When Xue Gui sealed this thing, no one came to ask for it, but because of the environment at that time and some special factors, no one dared to make a big fuss about it.
Come to ask for it.
After finally waiting for the world to be at peace, Xue Gui had already passed away.
Mr. Song was left behind, and he hid in Tibet during those days, and suffered a lot of hardships before people were willing to give up. As a result, after so many years, news suddenly came out.
Now many of the older generation were alarmed.
Gao Zhuo asked with a mysterious face: "When you came here, did you hear about Feng Lai Lou?"
"Fenglou?" Xu Tong tilted his head and looked at Gao Zhuo in confusion. He didn't expect that Gao Zhuo, who seemed quite honest, would still play this trick.
"No, no, no..." Seeing that he couldn't understand what he meant, Gao Zhuo quickly explained: "It's not Fenglou!"
"Oh, is it Lou Feng?" Xu Tong nodded and responded with a hint of disappointment.
"Oh, the wind, the strong wind blows the clouds, the wind comes to the building."
Gao Zhuo shouted in a voice that was almost a roar, causing several people at the next table to turn around and look at him.
"Look at the melon seeds, and then I'll chop them up for you." Sensing these strange looks, Gao Zhuo cursed fiercely.
He was ugly to begin with, killing people like a butchering dog. His cold eyes swept over him, just like a big wolf dog at night, with green light shining in his eyes.
Everyone who looked at it shivered all over and lowered their heads, not daring to look this way.
Gao Zhuo is very satisfied with this, and it’s not Gao Zhuo’s fault.
In this three-thirds of an acre of land in western Hunan, he is the local bully. Anyone who dares to make him uncomfortable is useless even if the mayor comes.
He sat back on the chair and looked at Xu Tong angrily: "Fenglailou, your city's once famous teahouse, can be traced back to the Ming Dynasty. It was a place where people from all walks of life gathered."
"Oh!" Gao Zhuo was frothing as he spoke, but Xu Tong simply said "Oh" and stopped.
Seeing this, Gao Zhuo could only continue: "Fenglailou, Fenglailou disappeared many years ago. Now someone has reopened Fenglailou and distributed the devil-killing tips, and they are targeting your family."
Xu Tong took a bite of fried crabs. Hearing this, he couldn't help but look at him curiously: "What next?"
"Don't you... take care of me? The news says it seems to be your junior wife."
Gao Zhuo was really defeated by Xu Tong's appearance.
I felt like I was mumbling a lot in one breath, but in the end, nothing got to the point.
"Hey, my wife is very capable. She has great skills, so it's not my turn to worry about her."
Xu Tong knew that Monk Miaojing would never easily tell everyone about his master's origins after returning home.
After all, this incident affected not only their family, but also Guanghua Temple.
In the final analysis, he did not dare to admit his mistakes but also wanted to be a hero. In Xu Tong's opinion, these were two unpleasant things.
Sooner or later, I have to go to Guanghua Temple to eat and walk around.
Of course, he would not tell Gao Zhuo these things. After all, it involved a lot, so he had to be careful.
After the two of them finished their supper, Gao Zhuo took him straight to their house.
He said he wanted to introduce his family to him.
Xu Tong didn't want to disturb him in the middle of the night, but he couldn't stand Gao Zhuo's repeated urgings and invitations, so he had no choice but to visit late at night.
In fact, this matter is nothing to the Gao Zhuo family.
Their family has been driving corpses for generations, sleeping during the day and traveling at night. This habit has not changed after so many years.
So when Xu Tong rushed over, Gao Zhuo's father was sitting in the living room waiting for them.
As soon as he saw Xu Tong and Gao Zhuo's father, he raised his hand with a calm expression, crossed his fingers and said with an apologetic smile: "The four little vaginas, Gao Tianfang, are here to pay tribute to Brother Xu."
In terms of seniority, Xu Tong is Gao Zhuo's uncle and the same generation as Gao Tian.
But even though his son had been vaccinated against him many times before, when he saw that Xu was young, Gao Tianfang's face was calm, but he still felt very uncomfortable in his heart. Therefore, when he raised his hand, he actually had the shadow of worshiping Shankou.
, just want to take this opportunity to test the depth of this kid.
