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The trumpet sound became louder and louder.

First there was a thunderous sound.

Gradually it became like waves.

Buildings and markets shook as a result.

All the guests turned pale and stood up from their seats, suspicious that the sky was falling and the earth was falling.

Things around me seemed to be shaken away by "waves", and in an instant, my eyes were filled with flowers, and then the stars moved behind me.

Everyone was already in front of a city tower.

Looking over the high eaves upstairs, you can see the majestic mountain behind the door. On the mountain, one palace after another is built on the mountain. Golden eaves, green walls, and yellow tiles are set among the white cliffs and green forests.

See.

Back here, outside the closed red-lacquered gate of the city tower, in addition to a group of guests, there were also densely packed men and women surrounding it.

They are all in rags and have shabby shapes. If you look closely, you can see that some of them even have missing limbs and have weird and inhuman appearances.

Having seen the forty-nine "Changes in the Cave City" on the waterway, the guests still don't know why. These people - no! These ghosts are all "sinners" who violated the law of the King of Ghosts for various reasons and were taken into the Cave City by the envoys.

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They prostrated themselves on the ground and sang birthday wishes in voices hoarse from howling all day long:

"The customs are gone, and the times are good again.

Chao jade and silk, meeting clothes.

The foundation is as long as the north, and the life is as long as the south.

Li Yuan's belly is filled with joy."

After the song, the city gate opened with a bang.

All the guests felt confused again.

When he came back to his senses, he had already entered the palace and saw another closed city gate in front of him.

There are markets surrounding it, and there are many actors, cooks, craftsmen, and "people" dressed as servants.

They also bowed down and prayed:

"Golden Polo, Jade Quji. They went to the high hall to worship the king, and they knelt before delivering a speech.

If the king has a way, Yongxi will live in the world. Xu is happy with Kangyong, and he will be declared bright by doing nothing.

The drums and the xunchi are a joy today, and long live the happiness for the rest of the year.

Bring together the three lights and combine the two instruments."

The song stopped and the door opened again.

This important palace should be the school ground. On the ground, the sun shines brightly, and countless swords and axes shine like the scales of the river. The soldiers of the three armies lined up and knelt down in unison, singing again:

"Present longevity wine, happy Weiyang.

Come to the Xuan Palace to sell jade and silk..."

In the first birthday message.

The Nine Palaces are opened one after another.

…………

The guests came to their senses again.

Already at the highest level.

Behind you are drifting clouds blocking the way, and in front of you is a high platform connected by a jade bridge.

There is a group of musicians on the stage, with desk seats on both sides.

Further forward, there is a stone wall.

The stone wall is as tall as a city wall, extending around it on both sides, half embracing the entire high platform.

There are reliefs engraved on the wall, all of which show various situations of criminals being tortured. They should be the wall carvings of messengers in the waterway moved and spliced ​​into a complete "Cave City Incident", and in the center of the relief sits a huge ghost and god.

It has double horns on its head, with piles of flesh on its face, its fangs are turned out, and its beard is red under the jaw. Its thick and messy halberd is like a fire burning cloud. Its belly is as big as a mountain, with protruding strips on its high and bulging iron-gray belly.

Pained human face.

A platform protrudes from the stone wall below.

Leaning on the stage was a fat old man, with a waist that was ten feet wide and a height of three feet. He sat on the stage and it seemed like a mountain of flesh had been piled up.

There are many smaller stone platforms protruding from both sides of the altar. On each stone platform stands a noble person with gorgeous clothes. When they are counted in detail, there are no more and no less, which is equivalent to the number of envoys carved on the wall. There are four in total.

Nineteen.

The musicians on the high platform played elegant music, and the forty-nine nobles or envoys bowed down to the old man or ghost king in unison:

"As eternal as the moon, as rising as the sun..."

…………

Ge Jing, the ghost king waved his hand gently.

The music stopped immediately, and a beautiful woman in monk's robes led the musicians to leave and hide in a corner.

The Ghost King patted his belly and laughed loudly again. His beard trembled and his eyebrows were crooked. If one ignored his huge figure and the ferocious relief on his back, people might mistake him for some fat neighbor celebrating his birthday.

"The younger generation is very filial, but they make the guests anxious while waiting. Don't be too fussy and start the banquet quickly."

The messengers agreed with one voice.

Sitting under the reliefs of their respective stern figures, they were either joking, indifferent, vigilant or greedy, watching the guests in the audience.

A messenger flew down from the altar. Judging from the relief behind him, he should be the judge's messenger. He was in charge of documents for Cave City and judged the mortals who should die and who should live.

He was born with a thin face and a short beard. He was dressed like an ancient courtier, wearing black clothes and a big crown, and holding a wat tablet.

Standing on the jade bridge, he looked down at the guests coldly and said: "His Holiness has given orders, all guests please come and sit down."

The words just fell out.

A man jumped out from among the guests and shouted.

"The King of Ghosts is absolutely right! It would be better to just start the banquet and sing some weird words that you don't understand."

Although the man looked good-looking, he was wrapped in a silk round-neck robe, but his whole body could not hide the roughness carved by the wind and waves. At a glance, people could tell that he was an old sailor who had been hanging out at sea all year round.

After saying that, he lifted his feet and walked towards the bridge.

"Stop!" The messenger shouted, "Where did the savage come from? Who allowed you to come up before the birthday gift was given?!"

"What?" The man's eyes bulged and he pointed at the banquet, "If that's the case, then why can the bald... monk come to the banquet?"

It turned out that the banquet was not empty. From the beginning, there was already a handsome monk sitting at the head of the banquet. He said nothing, did not drink or eat, and did not react at all to everything around him. He did not look like a guest celebrating a birthday, but more like

He broke off a relief sculpture from the stone wall and moved it to the table.

"Dustless?"

Fan Liang in the audience was shocked, not because Wuchen was actually present at the table, but because the person who revealed his identity was the man who was walking with him all the way.

How does a country bumpkin recognize the Buddha's face?

"Who knows the Pure Monk?" The man laughed and asked, "Who is that rude man?"

Fan Liang hesitated a little, but for the sake of the gift box.

"That man's name is Zhao Lu. He is a new rich man who has emerged recently. He has a lot of money and a lot of overseas goods. He is very popular." He paused and added in a low voice, "But there are rumors that this man

They are pirates who came ashore and came to Qiantang to be a den owner (a person who harbors thieves and sells stolen goods)."

No wonder he has such a rough and tumble attitude, no wonder he dares to make trouble in Cave City.

The judge's messenger was not angry.

In other words, his face is like cast iron, and his expression has not changed at all.

Just use a voice without ups and downs: "Master Wuchen is the messenger of the Thirteen Families. He is a god-like figure. He is willing to condescend to sit with you ordinary people. This is a blessing that you will never be able to achieve in ten lifetimes."

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Wuchen at the table lowered his eyes, thinking of himself as his deaf monk.

Zhao Lu, who was under the bridge, was smiling.

The name of the Thirteenth Family was still valid, so he didn't dare to pester him anymore, but his overbearing nature showed up and he couldn't control it for a while.

"I have prepared a birthday gift, but whether it is worth a thousand gold or not, how should I measure it? Is it possible that I need to attach some shop receipts? Unfortunately, I did not buy this gift!"

He laughed loudly, unaware that the other guests behind him were looking at him with half pity and half contempt.

The messenger showed no expression and pointed with his wat board.

The solid ground beneath the guests' feet suddenly became as soft as quicksand.
To be continued...