As soon as the corpse monster left, the hall suddenly became quiet. The gangsters all looked at Feng Er. Judging from their faces, everyone was very uneasy. After all, no one was sure that they could fight against Wang Tianya. Everyone present was uneasy.
Know the name of Wangtianya.
This man wants money rather than his life, and everywhere he goes there is blood and blood. I originally thought that such a big devil had died decades ago, but I didn't expect that he suddenly appeared in Jiangdong. What's even more terrifying is the soul-destroying cone.
The evil weapon actually fell into this person's hands.
The Cone of Souls specializes in injuring souls and destroying souls. The ghosts gathered here are all soul bodies. Once the soul body is injured, it is likely to become an idiot for life. Everyone has to consider their own safety.
"Mr. Feng, it seems that Wang Tianya is determined to disturb this muddy water. What can you do?" A sinister man summoned up the courage to ask.
"Everyone, from the moment Feng entered the Xuanmen, he had already escaped life and death. The Xuanmen originally meant a narrow escape from death, but the Tao does not exist and the demons are in chaos. If we stand idly by and watch, how can we face our ancestors?
?" Feng Erdao.
Speaking of this, he paused and continued, Feng Er has decided that no matter what happens tonight, I will welcome the city god officer to Zhenjiangdong Peace. If you want to withdraw now, Feng Er will never
stop.
"This, this is a life-threatening matter. If the city god cannot be invited, the gate of hell is opened, and we cannot receive the order from the judge. How can we guard the gate of hell? If the ghosts are allowed to cause havoc in Jiangdong, we will surely die.
It’s my fault.”
"Yes, there are no orders or flags. Once the Yin Pass is opened, the four Yin Roads east of the Yangtze River must be full of ghosts. If Wang Tianya makes trouble at this time, it will be in trouble."
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"Seniors, I think instead of wasting time nagging here, you should make up your mind early. Just imagine if you invite the City God Officer, are you afraid that you won't be able to suppress the ghosts? If you can't invite the City God Officer, there will be no order.
How do you stop the fierce ghosts from causing trouble? Therefore, this is a non-negotiable issue. Only by welcoming the city god can Jiangdong be preserved. Otherwise, I am afraid you will be busy in the future. You must know that Jiangdong has a history of 1,300 years.
There are so many ghosts who have not been reincarnated for more than a thousand years. Can you control the situation and turn the tide?" I sneered and said loudly to the noisy people present.
The scoundrels then focused their attention on me. When they saw me wearing a black robe and a mask on my head, I sounded arrogant, and they couldn't understand it for a while.
"Who are you, and how do you have the qualifications to speak here?"
There were many people with hot tempers among the gangsters, and they immediately shouted at me and asked.
I had an idea and said proudly: "I am Zhang Zhengyun's personal disciple. I don't know if I have the qualifications to speak."
"What?" Everyone present was shocked! Many people quickly bent down and prostrated.
Actually, I don't know who Zhang Zhengyun is. My ancestors told me to report this name. Even a centuries-old ghost like Eunuch Gao would have to give three cents of face, let alone these little scoundrels.
"How, how is it possible? Celestial Master hasn't already..."
"Master Yan Jun has disappeared for nearly a hundred years, how could he have any direct disciples?"
"If he is really alive, Jiangdong will definitely have hope!"
"Yen Jun?" My ears twitched. Could it be that the old Eighth Prince is the Yama Jun of the previous generation? This, this is impossible. If he is Yan Jun, the sage of Xuanmen, how could he not even be able to break my seal?
No, it’s definitely not Lao Bagong. The dignified Yan Jun is a beggar. Besides, his surname is Hong but not Zhang. How could he be Zhang Zhengyun?
"Everyone, please be quiet. Who I am is not important. What is important is that you please make a decision quickly!" I said.
In fact, all the scoundrels with a little bit of conscience and a sense of responsibility know that this is an inevitable thing. I brought up the name Zhang Zhengyun just to enhance their self-confidence and encourage their morale.
"Ahem! Ladies and gentlemen, it has been less than three hours since I left the city. If you are willing to accompany me to meet the City God tonight, I would be honored. If not, I will not force you to stay. Please feel free to do so." Feng Erqing said.
Clearing his throat, he picked up the tea bowl and took a sip.
I would like to follow Mr. Feng to greet the City God! Soon, people started to agree.
For a while, there were about seventy or eighty hustlers left behind, and the rest left the store with shameful expressions. After all, everyone has their own ambitions, and Feng Er didn't force him to stay.
Okay, everyone, please follow me up to Beishan, set up the City God's Temple, declare the five-color flag, issue the command, respectfully invite the City God, and seal the two men with beards and beards.
When we walked out of the store, the streets had closed early. Many stores had statues of Guan Gong, door gods, stone lions and other evil spirits placed in front of them, for fear that the evil ghosts passing by would enter the store and affect their luck.
After leaving the suburbs, the Beimen Bridge was pitch black. Needless to say, the little ghosts guarding the bridge had long since escaped. These ghosts guarding the bridge were migrant workers or death row prisoners who repaired the bridge.
From ancient times to the present, when building roads, bridges, temples, or going on military expeditions, there must be blood sacrifices to wild ghosts and evil gods. Especially when the construction is completed, living people are often used to fill the tiankeng.
Even now, many places still retain this custom. When the construction is completed, some accidents often occur, and the people who die in the accident have great grievances due to the sudden death of their vitality, and the Feng Shui master uses the law to keep their souls in the bridge forever.
reincarnation.
These ghosts are bridge-guarding ghosts and temple-guarding ghosts. If they meet the King of Hell on patrol, Master Zhong, or Emperor Dongyue on patrol, they may be able to get a little inspiration or two and be reincarnated.
These little ghosts are not strong in yin energy, so every July and a half or people with serious evil spirits will avoid them. Of course, the conscientious bridge guardian ghosts will also save people.
There was a faint light of fire on the bridge. When I got closer, I saw that some people were burning paper money to worship their ancestors.
"It's been so long, and you're still burning paper. Isn't this looking for death?" Someone in the underworld shouted, but they are all souls, so how can ordinary people see them? In their eyes, it's just Mr. Feng and me.
Qin Jian, please advise them to go back, don't stay here and become scapegoats! Feng Er frowned.
I walked over to the people who were burning paper. They were kneeling on the ground, crying and worshiping. If the judge was usually there, it would be fine. Ghosts are in order, and the paper being burned will also have ghosts organized by ghosts in order.
However, the paper and sacrifices they burned now can only be taken away by lonely ghosts, and may even endanger their lives.
Hey, get out of here quickly, it’s late at night, don’t freeze the child. I walked up to a woman with a child, lowered my body and said.
"Mom, be afraid, be afraid!" When the child saw me dressed in black robes and wearing a Yasha Shura mask, she was so frightened that she burst into tears.
Only then did I realize that I looked like a ghost in my current attire. Looking at the cute child, I smiled bitterly and said: "Let's go quickly. People can't be resurrected after death. The living are the most important. If you don't leave, it will be too late."
"Are you crazy?" Several people burning paper nearby came over with sad faces and grabbed me by the collar.
The stronger the yin energy is, the more the xinxing will be affected, and the temper will become violent. I can understand the sadness in their hearts and the longing for their loved ones, but now is not the time to explain to them.
I shouted coldly and opened my half-closed eyes. The blood-red pupils were filled with a sinister aura, like a god of death. I was so frightened that the guy who grabbed my clothes sat down on the ground.
"On the seventh day of the seventh lunar month, the gate of hell opens. Life and death are uncertain. Yaksha travels north, south, west and east. If he doesn't leave, don't blame me for not reminding him!" I quickly took out a piece of talisman paper from my pocket, made up a few random sentences, and moved the talisman with my finger.
Spontaneous combustion without fire.
"Yaksha, Lord Yaksha has appeared... Hurry, hurry up!" The people burning paper were so frightened by me that they all put away the scented wax and ran away in a hurry.
"Haha, it's done!" I felt so sad and said to Feng Er with a wry smile.
Now I am neither human nor ghost. In fact, I am far scarier than ghosts. Most ghosts cannot see ghosts, and ghosts do not avoid people, but I have to hide in this mask and heavy cloak.
Feng Er patted my shoulder. He understood what I was thinking. He smiled and comforted me: "Yaksha, what's wrong with Yaksha? He wanders around Bai Fang in the night, hates evil as much as he hates him, punishes evil and promotes good. He looks fierce and ugly, but he has the kindness of his ancestors."
Heart of Virtue, Qin Jian, from now on you will be called Yaksha, haha!"
I lowered my head and lit a cigarette, smiled slightly, and followed Mr. Feng towards Beishan.
Far away I heard the childish voice of a child, "Mom, who is Master Yasha?"
The mother said, "Yaksha Master, he is a good man who catches ghosts, but he also eats children. From now on, I have to hide from Yasha Master when I see him, do you understand?"
"Mom, then I will also be a Yaksha master from now on, so that no one will dare to bully us..."
What I don’t know is just a joke. After tonight, the name of Yaksha will be unknown to everyone. In the future, it will be the most terrifying name in Yinsi and Xuanmen!
Following Mr. Feng, a group of people marched up to Beishan, which is also the crematorium, the place with the heaviest yin in Jiangdong.
Above the Beishan Mountain, the sky is gray, with layers of clouds covering the sky and the moon. Especially on the top of the Beishan Mountain, the clouds seem to have piled up together, forming a huge whirlpool of clouds.
It's a hundred times more gloomy on weekdays.
Huh! I have been working as a ghost in Jiangdong for decades, and I have never seen such a dense yin whirlpool. The yin energy is so heavy. I am afraid there will be more ghosts this year, one of the ghosts sighed.
The expressions of the other yin shepherds also changed with horror. They have all lived in various places in Jiangdong for a long time, and they have been yin shepherds for some years. They have experienced countless July 7th, but such a celestial phenomenon has never been seen before.
Mr. Feng frowned, looked up at the moon and sighed, could it be that the underworld is also in chaos? When the gate of hell is closed, the Lord of Hell, the Heavenly Master, and the Emperor will use the moon to check the movements of the mortal world to prevent chaos from happening.
However, the moonlight on July 7th this year is not only not as bright as before, but also dim, which is a serious problem.
Feng Er sighed in his heart, but the pace under his feet became more and more determined, and he walked towards the top of Beishan Mountain. He forced himself to lead the gang of yin men to the top of the mountain. On the top of Beishan Mountain, he could see the Dharma Altar clearly.
Jiangdong, southeast, northwest and four Yin Passes.