Early in the morning.

Li Changan went out with the freshly steamed cooking cakes in his arms and the drink he had brewed yesterday. The other people and ghosts, including the children, also followed behind carrying burdens and bamboo baskets on their backs.

At that time, the sky was still dark and the morning fog was still thick.

The surroundings were gray, but there were already noisy voices on the road, and faces could be vaguely seen emerging from the fog, silently gathering into a crowd, all the way eastward.

When arriving at Qingbo Gate in the south of Qiantang.

The morning bell of the Sixty-Four Temple has knocked on the city gate.

The long stream of people then poured in, passed through the city gate, and merged into the streets, forming a "turbulent flow."

Li Changan and his gang changed their formation, with adults outside and children inside, and were pushed into the city by the crowd.

At this time, the sky was brighter, but the fog did not appear thinner, probably because it was injected with golden red by the morning sun, giving it a grainy texture. The fog deposited in the streets and alleys, giving people the wonderful illusion of swimming in water.

But after all, the "fog and flood" conditions were lower, revealing the high and low cornices of the neighborhood.

Today, Fangshi woke up extremely early, and people of all kinds kept pouring into the streets and alleys, rubbing shoulders and sweating profusely.

People can't walk freely in it at all. They have to be hugged, pushed back and noisy by the crowd, heading east into the deeper parts of the golden-red fog river.

The crowd passed through the long street, crossed the stone bridge, walked through the market, and passed through a city gate.

The fog became thicker, blocking out the sun and making everything look golden and red.

Continue east for another mile.

Gradually, a rumbling sound was heard, like the beating of war drums, and thousands of troops and horses were attacking at the same time.

Only then did the crowd stop and disperse.

Li Changan and his gang escaped and found an open space. They counted a lot of people. The adults were sorting out the drinks in the buckets and the bowls, spoons, folding stools and other sundries in the baskets on their backs. The children were chirping and playing, ready to move.

Behind him, the morning bell rang the final round.

In front of me, I saw a red sun emerging from the "sea".

It boils the clouds above and the fog below, and the bright light splits the chaos, and the sea of ​​fog in front of you melts visibly with the naked eye.

It shows where the war drum came from.

The sparkling green weaves a shuttle of white threads.

The green color is the surging sea, and the white color is the gradually rising tide.

Nearby, on the shore, on the seawall where the tide turned into countless foams, there were already crowds of tourists and vendors who had come early to occupy a good position, arguing, scuffling, talking, laughing, whispering, or

Bargaining...men and women, old people and children, local customers and merchants, all bustling and lively.

On the stone pond one level higher, many stands, colorful pavilions, or square open spaces were erected with high curtains, where men and women in luxurious clothes came and went.

These curtains and balconies are lined up along the stone pond for more than ten miles, like houses arranged closely together.

Everything in front of me was observed in a trance.

It was as if the rising sun had poured out a prosperous coastal town in the sea of ​​fog in an instant.

Today is August 15th, which is the peak time for watching the tide in Qiantang. It is also a festival for people in Qiantang to worship the tide.

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The stone pond was filled with people and became more and more lively.

But the festival was not held, and Jiang Chao's momentum was not high, as if everyone was waiting for an opportunity.

This opportunity lies on the northeastern coast.

There is a rolling low mountain there.

The sun is high and the morning light has faded.

But there was still a thin cloud hanging over the low mountain.

In fact, not only today, but every morning or evening when you look at the top of the city, you can see that the glow on this mountain lasts longer than anywhere else, which is very strange.

Therefore, people in Qiantang Dynasty said that this mountain is "covered with golden clouds in the morning and red clouds in the evening". It is the place where clouds and clouds live, and is called "Qixia Mountain".

The living immortals and Buddhas of the thirteen families believed that the noisy and dirty world in the city hindered their spiritual practice, and they could not bear to leave the sentient beings behind. They said that this mountain was wonderful because it was one of the few blessed places in the world, so they chose to build this mountain nearby.

As a separate garden, a Taoist temple was built on the mountain for Qing Dynasty.

Li Changan looked around and saw pavilions and pavilions looming among the flowers, trees and rocks in the gradually thinning glow.

only……

Among the thirty-six caves and seventy-two blessed places, is there such a number as "Qixia Mountain"?

"It's fake." Huangwei hehe, "Eight hundred years ago, this area was still soaking in the sea. How could it be such a paradise?"

"According to "Qian Tang Jialan Lu", a few miles from Qian Tang's sea gate was the place where ancestors boiled the sea. The name was also appropriate, so it was called 'Yanguan'. Later, the Thirteen Family took a fancy to it and built a palace.

The salt farmers were not allowed to continue collecting firewood and drying salt nearby, so the salt farm was moved south to Yuyao, and the price of salt on the market was therefore 20 to 30% higher."

His temper has been getting worse recently, and he even dares to "make irresponsible remarks" about the temple.

Can turn around...

The sound of drumming could be heard in the distance.

The bustling crowd on the embankment suddenly became commotion, like birds and animals scattering.

"Hurry up!"

Huang Tail also quickly put away his gesticulating face, as if his buttocks were on fire, and waved everyone off the causeway.

Li Changan didn't know why, but he followed him.

Not long after.

Once the causeway was empty, people took refuge on the nearby slopes.

The slope was so narrow and crowded that it was difficult to stand, but there were few complaints among the crowd. Everyone stood on tiptoe and looked up at the source of the sound - at the foot of Qixia Mountain, the drum music gradually became clearer, and the feather emblems of palace merchants were elegant and distant, and they were by no means ordinary and extravagant.

The rays of light are sinking and the clouds are thick.

A team came slowly.

Among them, both men and women are dressed as Taoists. The Kun Taoist has hibiscus pink face, and his eyebrows are as pale as the distant mountains; the Qian Taoist wears a golden crown on his head, holds a jade wat, and has a solemn appearance.

The flags are fluttering and the clouds follow.

Seen from a distance, it looks like the immortals in Wu Daozi's "Picture of Immortals" have stepped out of the scroll.

someone shouts

"Fajiao is leaving!"

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The bustle on the shore suddenly calmed down.

The crowd didn't care about the crowd, they were like the tide on the river, following the shouts they fell to the ground in batches.

certainly.

There were also many tourists from out of town who came to watch the tide. Although they were carried up the slope by the crowd, they still stood upright and confused.

But when the Taoist team got closer and closer.

Only then did he see that in the clouds hovering over the team, there were countless phantoms of gods looming.

The gods appeared holy, but the tourists didn't understand and quickly kowtowed.

for a while.

Up and down the Shitang Causeway, there were all prostrated backs, and some dead people who were mixed with the crowd wanted to bury themselves in the soil.

Li Changan was secretly looking around, but he was spotted by a golden-armored god general, who immediately looked over.

Taoist priests keep their heads down and avoid trouble.

The procession shrouded in drums and rays of light faded away, and the people and ghosts here slowly got up.

Everyone was still excited about the scene of Wan Shen Jing Cong.

Li Changan was thoughtful.

Huang Wei saw this and winked and said, "Is this what a man should do?"

Li Changan smiled and shook his head, "A Taoist doesn't like to be a man."

between words.

The team has arrived at the place where the tide is sacrificed.

The altar is not located on the causeway, but on a huge rock standing on the bank of the river mouth.

According to legend, this huge stone originally stood in the middle of the river. When the wind was strong and the waves were high, ships would often hit this stone, destroying the ship and killing people. Therefore, it was called "Rakshasa Stone", which means as dangerous as an evil ghost.

Later, Xu Zhenren sent strong men to uproot it and place it on the seaside, so that the river became a thoroughfare.

Thousands of years ago, the real person also opened an altar on this stone, cast a seal, and suppressed the demonic dragon.
To be continued...