President Hong Xing.

The small building surrounded by the shade of the tree is not as full of the people in the past.

The Zhongyuan Festival is a ghost festival. Even if the villains in the community are not afraid of the day, they are not afraid of the ground, they will converge.

On the open space in front of the small building, there is a huge water landing platform with a width and width of nine meters.

There is a big tripod in front of Daotai.

A fierce sitting in the road usually respectfully stepped forward, and prayed incense.

The dazzling smoke converged with the uninvited power of their heads.

This is the gathering of eleven people in Hongxing. Although it is only eleven people, everyone holds one party and master the blessings of thousands of people, so the power of the incense of the contribution is commendable.
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Jiang Tiansheng's cheeks next to Daotai were thin, and asked the younger brother next to the younger brother, "Gan Zitai, did you notify him Hong Xing's big sacrifice tonight?"

The younger brother is difficult to show, and Gan Zitai is the words of Hongxing Tsim Sha Tsui. According to theoretically, this big day is absolutely absent.

"Notice, but the people who looked at him went to the deep water police station."

Sham Shui Police Station?

Jiang Tiansheng frowned, what did Gan Zitai go there?

However, even the Chinese Yuan Festival does not come, Gan Zitai's guy can no longer stay!

The fierce color in his eyes flickered.

Above the Taoist, the cast of the master of the masters wearing a blue robe also reached the apex.

He pointed to the pool in front of him. There is a boat on the pool. Although the boat is only three feet, it is god -shaped. There is a lotus lamp in front of the boat.

The lights are reddish, burning in the silent night.

"Zhongyuan Purdue, French lantern leading the way, welcoming the officials, you have to enjoy the sacrifice."

"Disciple Zhang Yan, please please turn the Temple of the Temple, the seven -product of the left, the left master Bo Yin Changshou."

Although the Ghost Gate is in July 15th, even if the ghost comes from the ghost, it can only stay for one day.

But for so many years, there are always some vulnerabilities to drill.

If someone is attracted by the people, then the ghosts can come one or two days in advance, and when they leave, they can also lag after one or two days to enjoy the incense of the world.

With the casting of the paper fan, a spiral vortex suddenly appeared in the original calm pond water, just like a small hole in the pool water.

The vortex is getting bigger and bigger, and the boat is directly involved in the darkness in the dark.

As the boat disappears, a pussy wearing a dark blue official uniform also appears above the French altar. He follows his followers.

One person in the middle, holds a thin book, keeps short beard, is about forty years old, wears winged winged black hats, and a pair of ancient people dress up.

The two people on the left and right, covered with black hoods on their heads, can't see it clearly, but the burly land is not human.

The majestic muscles are like mountains, nearly three meters tall, and wrapped around the shoulders and waist with a huge and dark chain.

When the paper fan saw the coming, he immediately walked forward and said, "Master Yin, don't come without it?"

Seeing that Yin Changshou was a paper fan Zhang, he also said, "Thank you for your friends."

He is also very polite to the paper fan.

Every year in July and half of the year, when you come to the world to enjoy incense, there is poor fertilizer. Even in the Yin Division, there are countless places in various places.

If it wasn't for someone on the world, one step was taken in advance, even if he was the left of the rotation hall of Zhengqi, he had the real power to increase the number of lives to mortals, and it may not be able to come up.

The paper fan smiled slightly, stretched out his hand, and silently thought about Ganlin's giving curse.

The ghost is silent, and there is no big sun shine. Even if they have no good food officials, there are no good food on weekdays. Only judges who are truly high -weight, inspections in various places can enjoy wine and wine day and night.

The paper fan Zhang also saw the urgency of Yin Changshou. He introduced it to Yin Changshou, "This is Hong Xing's new Mr. Jiang, who is here to accompany the adults to drink a few glasses."

Yin Changshou looked at Jiang Tiansheng and nodded secretly. This person did have a bit of Qiqi, so he said, "Liangchen beauty, good friends invited, it is countless."

Jiang Tian grows up the sleeve dance, and quickly invite Yin Changsheng to sit down to drink.

The dishes are over five flavors, and the wine is three patrols.

Jiang Tiansheng said with a smile, "My Hong Xing's affairs are more disturbing the ghosts. Recently, I want to build a rotary temple in Hong Kong to worship ghosts and gods.

Yin Changshou held a wine glass, and the pale face turned red.

But although the wine was intoxicated, he was not drunk, and he immediately heard the string knows the elegance.

In his position, even if Jiang Tiansheng gave him a temple alone, he dare not pick up, but this is a proper.

However, if you repair a rotary hall, the position of his accompanying waiter can be done.

Yin Changshou stroked Hu Beard and said, "This is great good, respects ghosts and gods, there must be blessing."

However, he also knew that the carrier hall was not so good in the hand, so he drank a glass of wine himself. "However, the ghosts and gods can only be a ghost place. We can't control this thing.

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The paper fan smiled slightly, lifted the glass and said, "It will definitely not cause adults to trouble."

Yin Changshou is an old official fritter.

When Jiang Tiansheng was about to speak, I saw the high sky, and suddenly a bleak clouds obstructed the white moonlight.

The clouds fly very low, and the eyes of the yin longevity and paper fan instantly see the essence of the clouds.

A majestic and heroic young man, riding Hei Biao, holding a beauty, hanging off the knife, patrolling the moon and night, hundreds of pussy soldiers behind him.

Seems to feel the eyes here, the young man glanced at here.

Looking down on the ground down, let Yin Changshou take three feet.

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The wine glass in his hands fell on the table, and his voice was no longer drunk as before, with a bit of coldness, "Who is that person, why dare to lead the Yin soldiers at night?"

Paper fan is ecstatic inside.

Lin Mosheng, Lin Mosheng.

Really a narrow road.

He sighed and said, "If I have nothing to read, it should be Lin Mosheng, Yinyang City."

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"Yinyang City?"

Yin Changshou raised the empty wine glass silently, for a while, it was uncertain.

The paper fan Zhang took the opportunity to say, "I don't know where the city is from, and seized the site of the old ghost of the 36th ghost king of the 36th road. Recently, I was recruiting soldiers to buy horses.

Then he looked at Yin Changshou respectfully.

How can it be possible to support a city god here in Hong Kong?

If Hong Kong is not a demon, how can there be so many worship each year, just one city worship is equivalent to the power of other places and a province.

Yin Changshou snorted, "Why haven't I heard of this?"

The paper fan nodded, "Also, I heard that the yin and yang city god and Maoshan Road were stirred together, and it seemed that the picture was very big."

Maoshan Road, Yin Changshou squeezed the glass, it turned out to be.

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Sham Shui Police Station.

The wise monk hurried slowly, and finally came after the battle.

Before he heard the words of Jinmaiki, he kept staying at the Wan Chai Police Station.

But why did Lin Mosheng not go to the Wan Chai Police Station at all? After receiving a call from Azhong, he went directly to the lift room, and then resolved Michiko and others.

When the wise monk found this war in the middle of the night, when he came here, Lin Mosheng had already cleaned the battlefield, with hundreds of Yin soldiers, and swim while at night.

He only saw Stephen Zhou who packed up the booth with a look of obscure,

After a friendly exchanges with Lyon, he finally decided to change from the new.

Otherwise, he is afraid that Lin Mosheng will really close him and Lyon in a ward.

Seeing Stephen Week wise monk, he hurried forward to ask, "The master, do you see the war that just happened here? Have you seen a young man with a very heroic look, yes, he is the Wan Chai Gun Shenlin Mo Shengsheng

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Stephen packed his hands with the chopsticks, and said reluctantly, "Are you talking about Lin Mosheng Lin Sir?"

Wise monk nodded, "Yes, others?"

"After finishing the work."

"What do you mean?"

"Literal meaning, finishing work."
To be continued...