I went out to stay in the hotel for a day, and returned to No. 8 Qingwang Street early the next morning. Today, No. 8 Qingwang Street seemed particularly deserted. Maybe it was just my feeling. The last time I went to Songzhai, I took the bus
At that time, my second uncle still pushed me to the front desk. At that time, I was only nervous. First, I didn’t feel the comfort of being carried, but I didn’t know whether the person carrying me was a person or a ghost. Third, what was it?
I just don’t remember at all how I went from a small house in a demolition area that looked like an isolated island to a Song Zhai with pavilions and towers and a palace of the King of Hell.
It was the Ghost Festival at that time, so I happened to meet it at the right time. It can be said that it was the time when the gate of ghosts was wide open, so I could enter Songzhai. It is not the Ghost Festival now. Is the road to Songzhai still open?
When I arrived, the old man had already gotten up. Aunt Feng was still dressed as yesterday, that dark green cheongsam, which made me depressed. Did she only have this one dress, or did she have countless such ones?
Cheongsam, but every cheongsam has this color
You are so early. I smiled at them.
It's still early, Aunt Feng said something sinister, then stood up and walked gracefully. She opened the door. I followed her and walked to the backyard of the house. I saw that the ground was covered with small yellow flags.
, the small flags formed a Bagua position, and Aunt Feng stood inside, mumbling something.
Recently, I have been exposed to technology. Now I suddenly see these familiar and unfamiliar Taoist things. I am very uncomfortable with it. Technology almost turned me into an atheist, but I still come into contact with it.
Now comes the formations and spells.
After Aunt Feng muttered something for a while, she threw a handful of paper money into the sky and said.
Yin and Yang of heaven and earth.
Rending Liuchang.
The door of hell is wide open.
The Yin soldiers took advantage of the situation.
After saying these words, she seemed to go crazy. She twisted her body and fell on the ground, as if she was kneeling down for some strength. At this moment, she shouted to me:
The Yin soldiers took advantage of the passage, and when they were evaded, they closed their eyes.
I was startled by the old lady's sudden actions and yelling, but because I didn't know what was going on, I immediately closed my eyes. But at this time, I was really not the same person I was then.
I used to be curious about everything and wanted to see but didn't dare to see. But now, I am curious and want to see. And I think I have the ability to deal with emergencies.
So when I closed my eyes, I quietly squinted my eyes into a narrow slit and looked at how on earth this was the road leading to Songzhai.
Squinting must have been unpleasant, and I couldn't see clearly enough, but I still vaguely saw the Buddha floating in the air, and suddenly a door appeared out of thin air, a simple door with an inscription engraved on it.
There are various patterns, such as common birds, insects and fish, and the two ghost-faced pull tabs transmit a faint and cold light.
At this time, I saw the door. It was slowly opening. When it was opened, there seemed to be white mist filling the inside. It was broad daylight or morning. The morning sun was coming out. There is a saying that the yang energy is the strongest in the morning.
, but I feel that the yang energy cannot overcome the yin energy and the cold feeling that is revealed after the door is opened.
In the midst of this coldness, I saw a black sedan being carried out. In front of the sedan, a fat woman dressed like Aunt Feng was walking. I had seen this woman before, she was like a madam.
Fat woman, the last time I entered Songzhai, she led the way.
She is a person, I can be sure of this.
But those bearers, what I saw last time were masks with ghost faces, but this time, what I saw were human faces, those pale and colorless human faces, the Tai Chi diagram in my body
Automatically running, Qinglong Suzaku began to open his eyes.
This is a kind of mutually reinforcing thing. Their awakening is because they feel the cold Yin Qi.
These bearers cannot be human beings.
The last time there was a ghost mask, there was a human under that mask, but this time, it was a real ghost carrying the coffin.
The sedan stopped in front of me and was placed on the ground tremblingly. The faces of the sedan bearers were still pale, and their eyes had no pupils and were completely white. After all, these were corpses that were controlled to follow a fixed path.
, or a ghost, I don’t know.
Getting on the sedan. Aunt Feng was still bowing her head and shouted to me.
If it were me before, I wouldn't be able to get on this sedan, and even if I wanted to, I wouldn't dare to get on it. But this time, I have to get on it. I came for a purpose, and I don't feel it. There are two mythical beasts plus yin and yang.
I am trying to protect myself, how can I be possessed by a few ghosts?
I bit the bullet and got on the sedan, sat down on it, and was on guard. I didn't think anything would happen to me here. I was just confused. Why did it happen when I thought technology could reveal all mysteries?
There's a ghost out there. This kind of technology can't explain things to me. It's invisible. Do you want to change my mind?
I must tell Jesus and Charlie about the situation here. Supernatural power cannot only be seen by God, but also by ghosts. I thought to myself.
I just lay on the sedan chair, relaxing, being carried by ghosts on the sedan chair. This is something that many people may not experience in their lives. I closed my eyes and felt the road, but I suddenly remembered that I
I need to understand where I am now and what path I took to reach Songzhai.
I plucked up the courage to open the curtain and looked below. Suddenly, I felt dizzy. Because there was nothing under the sedan, it was chaos. We were walking on a layer of clouds, and then we arrived.
A mysterious space.
Don't look at it, it won't do you any good to read this. At this moment, the madam ran to the sedan chair and said something to me.
Okay. I found that even if I look at it, I still won’t understand what kind of path I’m taking now, the path of chaotic yin and yang.
Whether technology can explain all of this is something I have always believed firmly in the past two days. Because of this path, I was shaken. I found that if I continue like this, I will definitely go crazy. I will be entangled between technology and
The unknown power drove me crazy alive.
That's it, until the sedan stopped.
After getting off the sedan chair, I heard the madam call out.
The sedan tilted a bit, I opened the curtain and walked down. The several sedan bearers behind me, carrying the sedan, began to walk away as tremblingly as when they came, and then disappeared into the chaos.
The old bustard said: Young Master, come into the village.
Fat lady, let me ask you something. Do you still remember me? A few years ago, I came with a black card and I asked.
The Lin family who made a big fuss in Song Zhai, how could Lao Sheng not remember the Madam's twisting her waist?
Let me ask you something. The last time I was carried in a sedan by ghosts, but I knew that those carrying the sedan were human beings. They wore masks with ghost faces. I saw them in person later, but this time, why did I
I asked, sensing that they were not human.
She asked me when was the last time.
Ghost Festival, I said.
That's it. Last time, ghosts had a holiday. You know why the host wanted to break the fast during the ghost festival. You thought everyone who came was a practitioner. Ordinary people couldn't afford the ghosts to carry the coffin, and they didn't dare to let the ghosts carry the coffin. So,
On that day every year, the bearers are not here, and at that time, people can be called for a meeting. I said, young master, let’s not think about it. You can’t think of anything in Songzhai. Let’s go. Master is already impatient.
The old bustard urged.
I'm so hung up that a mouthful of blood didn't spurt out. I'm on a holiday.
Paralyzed, emotionally speaking, Ghost Festival is the May Day Labor Day holiday for the ghost world.
Isn't this old man from Songzhai a different route from my grandfather, the road of saving the country through science and technology?
clear.
The madam opened the door and made an invitation gesture.