The spring breeze in February cut off new and tender branches and leaves, and the faint cries of relatives who passed away could be heard in Shengpingfang, Luodu.
The alley outside the courtyard was filled with relatives and friends eating banquets. Under the lanterns with the word "Dian" hanging, in the open courtyard door, there were two black figures holding paper umbrellas. They looked at the two people in the mourning hall with stunned expressions.
The ghost servants of Zhenjun Temple took the deceased old man in the courtyard out of the central hall and put them under the same black umbrella.
"This is the soul of a pilgrim of the True Lord. She has been offering incense religiously every day for five years. The True Lord once entrusted her with a dream and promised that she could live in the Temple of the True Lord when he died in the future."
After saying that, the two ghost servants who came out held oil-paper umbrellas and turned into a gust of wind. The guests eating at the table came in and out, either comforting their families, or kneeling on the ground and burning paper money, as if they did not see the people who turned around.
Two black shadows even passed right through them.
"They got the better of them again..."
The two black shadows are the ghosts of the City God's Temple. They are ordered to take away the souls of the living and the dead. It is their duty to take away the souls of the living and the dead. However, in recent years, there have been many ghosts in the Zhenjun Temple. After the death of its believers, they will be killed by the ghosts in the temple.
brought back to the temple, so that almost half of the souls that should have been brought back to the City God's Temple were reduced.
The two ghosts walked out of the courtyard holding oil-paper umbrellas and looked at the direction where the other party's Yin Qi disappeared. One of them had a long gray face and was a little unwilling.
"The number of their followers is increasing. In the future, won't the souls of all the people in Luodu belong to them? The city god doesn't care..."
"Don't let the City God hear it, he's very narrow-minded!"
"...What are you afraid of? At worst, you will be like the previous ones and go to work as an errand in Zhenjun Temple. I don't understand. The Lingxian Zhenjun was conferred by the imperial court, and the City God was also conferred by the imperial court. Why would you give in to the other?"
"One is the current emperor and the other is the former emperor. How can they be the same? Okay, let's go back to the City God's Temple to meet... Hey, there are a lot of people with weird powers."
Yin Chai, holding an umbrella, stood at the street corner. In the direction he looked, a mixed team came from the West City through the streets and alleys. The team was dusty, mostly camels and horses. Only one car was inlaid with the Western Regions.
The four-wheeled bicycle frame with unique patterns was pulled by a few dark-skinned Westerners in the procession.
On the leading camels, there were figures riding in different costumes. There were men, women, and old men from the Western Regions who seemed to be full of wisdom. They seemed to have noticed the two cold breaths at the street entrance. They turned their heads and took a look, and then continued to lead.
Follow the mighty team towards the end of the street ahead.
"Five of them are practitioners." The man holding the umbrella said softly: "They should be the envoys from the Western Regions that the City God mentioned recently, who came to the Central Plains to pay homage to the Emperor of Jin."
"Let a practitioner lead the team, it seems he has bad intentions."
The two undercover men exchanged a few words in a low voice, then held up oil-paper umbrellas to block the bright sunshine, and slowly floated to the east of the city, preparing to report to the leader of the Soul Hunting Division that their trip had failed.
When passing the city gate, several figures in Taoist robes were carrying mahogany swords and whisks, or yellow cloth bags hanging on their waists. From time to time, an older man would call a girl in gray Taoist robes in front of her to slow down.
He lowered his eyelids, stuck out his tongue and made a face at them.
"Brothers, hurry up, it's been a slow journey."
The girl smiled and saw several senior brothers who were thirty or forty years older than her looking seriously. They put their hands behind their backs and quickly turned around, looking at the long queue entering and exiting the city gate. She remembered this place, which was where it was five years ago.
She came out from here and went all the way north. Now when she comes back, she is already a slim girl.
If there is a chance, she would like to go back to Hezhou and go to Huangni Town to worship her parents. She is not worried about her parents' tombs being deserted. She often uses the snacks given by her master to bribe those who want to go out to perform rituals or go to a certain place to succumb to demons.
Brothers and sisters, please help me take care of it after passing through Huangni Town.
As time went by, the girl finally wanted to go back and see for herself. When she came back this time, she also wanted to go to the Zhenjun Temple to see the elder brother. I heard that the brothers who came back to the mountain said that the Zhenjun Temple was efficacious, so it should be that person.
His soul lives in the temple.
Now that she has completed her cultivation and can see ghosts, she can see her big brother again.
With this thought in mind, the girl raised her head and passed directly between the two black shadows. For a moment, she opened her mouth and subconsciously touched the small yellow pocket on her waist. Inside was the magic weapon her master had given her before going down the mountain.
"Little Junior Sister, no!" A senior brother who came over, about forty years old, called a little girl who was only eleven or twelve years old, "Junior Sister" and asked the people around to treat the people entering the city. The merchants looked over in surprise.
The Taoist priests who came with me were probably used to this kind of looks from others. Who said that a young girl was of higher rank?
"Wasn't it a ghost that just floated by? How dare you walk around holding an umbrella in broad daylight?!" The girl rounded her eyes and looked at the two black shadows that had drifted away. One of the ghosts turned around and looked provocatively.
After a quick glance, the girl was so angry that she reached out to touch the yellow cloth pocket. Finally, she was held by two senior brothers and carried into the city gate.
"That's a secret agent under the command of the City God of Luodu. With the City God's order, he can walk around in the daytime under an umbrella and lead the souls of the dead back to the City God's Temple for rewards, punishments, and reincarnation."
"So that's it." The girl suddenly realized, touched her chin, curled her lips and thought for a moment: "Then...why didn't I see them leading the ghost back? Could it be that they ate the ghost halfway?"
Several Taoist priests raised their hands and slapped their foreheads, and there was a "pop" sound in unison.
They had been having a headache for the little junior sister in front of them along the way. They had to ask everything, "Why this?" "Why that?" When they saw the pregnant woman, they couldn't help but ask them, what are they doing with this group of monks?
Answer this?
"Forget it, forget it, it's not difficult for my senior brothers!"
The girl waved her hand grandly, and took small steps to hold the sleeve of a Taoist priest. The latter was so frightened that he instinctively avoided it, not because he was afraid of her being weird, but because he was afraid of something strange again.
Weird question.
I heard that last time a senior brother was asked so many questions by his junior sister that he almost lost his Taoist mind and affected his practice.
"Junior sister, what are you going to do again?" the Taoist priest asked cautiously.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! "I haven't done anything, I just don't know the road, so I will follow you." The girl shook her bun and waved her sleeves, looking very cute and cute.
They came to Luodu this time on the order of the Heavenly Master. They heard that envoys from the Western Regions had come to pay homage to the Emperor. Their colleagues stationed in the Western Regions also informed that several of them had cultivation skills and were afraid of being disadvantageous to the Emperor, so they sent a few of them down.
, by the way, I also took this lawless girl down the mountain to gain some experience.
The group of people arrived at the Tianshi Mansion Villa where Luo Du was staying. Before they could get their butts warmed up, the girl took them for a walk on the street. In fact, the group of people knew in their hearts that she was going to the Zhenjun Temple.
"Let's go, let's go together."
The Taoist priest named Ming Hui nodded and called the other one, and the three of them walked out of the gate of Bieyuan together. There was no need to ask for directions on the way. When they saw the believers with yellow scarves on their heads, they could find the Zhenjun Temple along the way.
In the distance, the three of them saw a tall tree with luxuriant leaves just a street away. It was like an umbrella covering half of the street below. This was already the first sight in the capital. There were business travelers coming from afar.
When viewing the scenery, you must come under the big tree to enjoy it up close. If you believe in the gods, you will burn a stick of incense before leaving.
"How could it grow so big without being filled with spiritual energy? This tree really has the power to absorb incense. I don't know what kind of tree it is."
"There are so many things in heaven and earth, and you and I can only scratch the surface of them."
Ming Hui and another Taoist priest spoke softly. The girl in front looked up at the treetops extending here and was amazed, and kept saying "Wow" in her mouth.
When we arrived at the temple, there was already a sea of people. The streets had been widened two feet left and right to accommodate more people. It also made it easier for vendors to set up stalls and sell some money to support their families. This is also the temple blessing of Zhenjun Temple.
The special request sent to the government office made many people and vendors feel good about it.
"Those three people..."
Ming Hui looked at the crowd of people gathered in front of him. The three people with yellow scarves on their heads, leather armor inside, and yellow yin-yang robes frowned slightly. Among them, the old man holding a talisman staff made him feel that the other person's cultivation level was towards Taoism.
It's orthodox, but you can't tell which school or sect it comes from.
At this time, the girl was crowded in the crowd. Seeing that she was dressed as a Taoist priest, others respectfully gave way to her, and then walked through lightly. The girl used Taoism to look around, but she did not find her elder brother.
I can't even feel it, which is quite frustrating.
"This Taoist nun, give way."
A pilgrim politely bowed his hands to the girl who had stopped and bowed her head, and then stepped forward to offer incense. The girl then discovered that there was a wooden frame at the entrance of the temple, with a ragged figure standing on it, standing on one foot, with both hands on it.
He held two everlasting lamps with his arms spread out, and there were incense candles inserted in the gaps between his fingers, in his ears, and in his nostrils. When the incense candles were offered by the pilgrims, they were waved to them by the old man and held still in his hands.
"Master?!" the girl yelled sharply.
The old man above flipped up his messy hair, looked at the girl in front of him carefully, narrowed his eyes suspiciously, and pulled his face away slightly in disgust. The girl became a little anxious and pointed at herself: "Master, I am Qiao'er!"
As he said that, he also gestured to the action he took out the fried beans from his pocket when he snatched them away: "Master, do you remember?"
"ah!!!"
The crazy old man suddenly understood and nodded, then shook his head and said simply: "No."
"Then what are you doing here?!" Qiao'er felt a little frustrated, but she was still curious about why the old man was here alone. Over there, the old man pushed back his hair and was quite proud to be asked this question.
Pointing to the inside, "Of course I'm taking some incense for my disciple, but the smell is too strong and I can't stand it."
"Then...where is big brother?"
"have no idea."
The crazy old man shook his head repeatedly and pushed the girl away: "Go and play by yourself, I will be busy for a while."
After saying that, he jumped onto the wooden frame again and changed his posture, like the statue on the altar, showing a solemn expression.
This made Qiaoer below cover his mouth and chuckle.
The two Minghui people who rushed over looked at the old man changing shapes on the wooden frame, carefully examined his appearance, and couldn't help but be surprised. Isn't this Chen Yuan's master?