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"Qian Tang's Yin Qi is gloomy, and ordinary people have the five poisons of greed, anger, ignorance, pride, and doubt, and are haunted by evil spirits. When an old person dies, he must ask the evil spirit to remove evil spirits from the corpse. Otherwise, he will definitely be haunted by evil spirits, evil spirits, or evil spirits.
Zombies invade strangers, make homes unsafe, and make animals restless."
Ghosts and gods with red hair and round eyes are sitting on a high platform, holding iron forks and ropes. Under the high platform, dead people are lying 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 to death, freezes to death, or gnaws a baby to death is a violation of Heaven's will. The Division of Pregnancy and Pregnancy will send out all the birth ghosts.
Wandering girl, the ghost bird was taken into the cave city and a large iron ball burned red with charcoal fire was stuffed into its belly."
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 hooked star under the throne of the law."
"However, if there are alchemists, wizards, goblins, ghosts, and wild gods who use their supernatural powers in vain, violate moral ethics, and go beyond the laws of the world, they will be expelled by the exorcists. They will send the demons and ghosts into the cave city, strip off the Dharma body, cut off the life, destroy the soul, and suffer all kinds of consequences.
If you share your food, you will never be reincarnated."
The huge skeleton sat cross-legged, with one hand holding down the mage and shaman wearing a colorful crown, and the other hand holding the wild god with bright armor, opening its mouth to eat, with blood and minced meat dripping from the white bones. Surrounded by countless ghosts, mist and water, there are layers of ghosts.
coil.
"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.
Who are they? What are they in charge of? Why are sinners punished? And what punishment they receive? The guide ghost tells them one by one.
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 suspects that they are not just dead objects - no! This is a cave city! How can we treat it with common sense?! They are probably alive and real! I look at them, and they are staring at me.
Dig into my mind, dig through 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 the birthday gift 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 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.
He's not afraid? How could he not be afraid?!
No.
Fan Liang made all malicious speculations.
He probably doesn't understand his situation.
Looking at the shabby clothes of this man, he actually has a pair of rotten straw sandals under his feet. The local people in Qiantang know the word "respectable", and they will borrow a pair of boots to wear them whenever they come to visit. He must be a country bumpkin from outside who doesn't know etiquette.
, I got a thousand gold allowance inexplicably, but I still don’t know how powerful Cave City is.
It's really pitiful. Now it's novel to see it. Later, when the Ghost King is evil at the banquet, I'm afraid I won't have to experience all these tortures!
His eyes fell on the wooden box.
Guessing with a bit of joy.
"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 council?"
"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." Then he was confused, "Why did a member of the Communist Party of China say that?"
Fan Liang secretly glanced at the bow of the ship. The guide ghost was indifferent and said with his hands raised: "Looking at the many wall carvings along the way, I still have the same look and feel at my feet, without any fear. 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 helps him keep the gift box, he cannot be insulted 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 has a son without an asshole, but you cannot say that he does not worship ghosts and gods or Buddha.
Chongdao, because that is something that can only be done by the refugees who fill gullies and the most evil bastards.
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 guides people to do good by depicting various horrific scenes in hell. The temples in Qiantang City are more luxurious than the last, so naturally there will be no shortage of this picture. Among them, the one in Zhaoti Temple was painted by the famous Wu Daozhi
"Hell in Disguise" 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.
…………
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 inexplicably frightened, but when he looked closer, he saw that there were many cracks and decay on the beams and columns. Although they were as tall as before, the insides were damaged by time and could no longer be used.
He breathed a sigh of relief.
"Wow!" The water waves were chaotic, and the dark 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 well-dressed people. There were only two passengers on the boat, and one of them was a
A rough country bumpkin.
He cursed a few times, then noticed that all the bows of the ships were facing the same direction, and then he looked around. The turbid light of the ghosts on the bows of the ships gathered together, and a statue of a god was reflected in the depths of the palace.
The statue has a handsome figure, with hair in a bun, a beard that is longer than the abdomen, a fat head and big ears, kind eyebrows and kind eyes. It holds a round of precious mirrors and sits on the altar with one foot propped up on the platform and one leg hanging down.
In the water, the state of mind is at ease and as desired.
Although the image is completely different from the legend, who else can be the god who can sit here?
"The one who worships the underground master of Qiantang is a man with a longevity of ten thousand years and a mighty and virtuous Dharma King of the ten directions."
The guide ghosts suddenly bowed down in unison, and the chants echoed in the ground. Fan Liang opened his mouth, then covered it suddenly, and just now he had the urge to join in.
At this time.
Phew~
During the pilgrimage, the huge pustules on the heads of the guide ghosts burst open one after another.
Suddenly, they saw their "flesh and blood" turning 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, 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 is painted with a magnificent palace that looks like a heavenly palace. Spreading out from the center of the palace is a huge city, with houses as dense as fish scales and cars and horses on the streets.
The flow is like a weaving of people.
The murals spread all over the walls and dome of the palace, wrapping everyone in it, or in other words, being inside it.
If you look closely, you will see that 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' frowns and smiles appeared vividly before his eyes. He immediately pulled himself in, laughing and chatting face to face.
The whole city celebrates the festival, and there is no place that is not lively.
There was a juggling illusion show performed along the street. The performer breathed flames from his mouth, and the heat hit his face—scare! He and the passers-by around him were made to dodge in shock.
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 sang loudly, and a yellow-faced man beside her played the piano to accompany her. The singing voice was clear and clear, and the sound of the piano gurgled, as if the moonlight was broken in pieces like spring floods.
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 past the face...
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.
Lift your head again.
My eyes are full of excitement, my nose is full of strange fragrance, my ears are full of drum music, and even my face is filled with heat.
It turned out that it was not an illusion, it turned out that it was all real.
Unknowingly, I 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 was making secret glances at him.
"Please come with me."
The beauty led him, smiling sweetly all the way, bypassing the singing, dancing, acrobatics, grills, and wine pools, and sat down in 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 soliciting wine diligently.
The entertainment of the ears and eyes before my eyes goes round and round, and nothing is the same.
At one moment, 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 solo, with a cold appearance and beautiful posture. When she was dancing, her thin clothes were flying like clouds, making her look like a goddess flying into 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 a chance to dance, but she suddenly disappeared one day. It turned out that she fell into the cave city.
Fortunately, we fell into the Cave City. Otherwise, how could a mere merchant see the immortal beauty? How could he have the chance to kiss her?
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 the show.
Fan Liang felt disappointed, but quickly cheered up.