It was night, Zhan Changfeng felt something in his heart, so he got up and walked into the street, putting on his clothes. Because of the Ghost Festival, there was no one on the street. The lonely moonlight was scattered, and the eyes were full of darkness. There was a sound of the clock, like the next day.
The call is not real at all.
I don't know how many streets I passed, but I heard whispers behind me. When I turned around, I was already in a raging sky.
Red lights were hung high under the eaves of each house, and men and women in rich costumes paraded and played. Next to her, there was a group of pink and jade dolls holding hands and humming unknown songs.
Suddenly a girl ran up to her, raised her head, and looked straight at her with empty eyes, "Little sister, little sister, do you want to eat me?"
Then he said aggrievedly, "Mom and dad don't want it, so they'll trade me for the little tiger cub to eat."
A large group of dolls gathered around and started making noises, "It's the same for Duo Duo, her body is damaged." "The water is so hot, even the two girls are scalded red."
It doesn’t hurt either.” “Will my parents still want me?”…
Zhan Changfeng lowered his eyes and gave them a plate of incense. The dolls smiled and went to play elsewhere.
The little ghosts are both the best and the worst, depending on what happened to them during their lifetimes, but from what they said, it is clear that they were the product of "changing children to eat" and "breaking bones to cook" in times of war and extreme poverty.
She was afraid that she had entered Beicheng.
Turning his eyes elsewhere, he saw an incomparably beautiful woman standing under the tree, smiling infatuatedly, twisting her waist and taking off her clothes piece by piece, and then carrying her bloody flesh and body, she walked through the market and looked at everyone.
Ask, "Hehe, do you want it?"
There were shouts of "Get out of the way" and "Quiet" from the horizon, and then in the blink of an eye, a group of people dressed as government officials appeared in front of them. Black sedans inlaid with gold were clustered in the middle, followed by various creatures, including people, cats and dogs.
.Tiger and leopard, the shape is unsightly.
Souls continued to join the team, and finally the long stream of souls disappeared at the end of the street amid the excitement.
Zhan Changfeng couldn't leave this place, so he could only follow him.
Not long after, she raised her eyes and saw a city wall in the hazy smoke, which looked like it was standing in the sky, but the howling ghosts and howling ghosts and howling wind all around made you truly realize that this was a tomb of the living and a tomb of the dead.
The city walls were dark and cold, and there were ghosts struggling and howling inside, as if they were trying to break free.
Write a letter to "Happy City".
Entering the city, a majestic shout came from the sedan in front, "Those who are angry stay, the rest follow me!"
As soon as he entered the city, Zhan Changfeng felt that his body was out of control, as if his body and soul were separated. No matter how difficult it was to control, he could only move along with the sedan in front of him.
Some souls stopped. They wanted to catch up with the team again, but they couldn't catch up. They could only watch the team go away.
After passing through a mist, someone in the sedan shouted again: "Stay with those who have resentment, and follow me for the rest!"
Another layer of mist passed through, "Those who are obsessed with it will stay, and the rest will follow me!"
Passing through another mist, "Those who are greedy stay, the rest follow me!"
That majestic voice is like the spirit of speech, which can automatically leave the soul that should be kept and take away the soul that should be taken away.
Whether you keep it or not is out of your control.
When Zhan Changfeng realized this at first, he was a little irritable. After all, no one wants to be manipulated by others. But after he couldn't break free, he became calm and sighed at this great power.
As we continued walking, the sky gradually became brighter, and there were voices, laughter, and shouts, and it turned out to be a lively street scene just like any other in the world.
The souls that come and go are no longer as miserable and terrifying as they were when they first died. They are all alive, talking and laughing as usual. If there were no shadows, they would be thought to be alive.
But then again, death itself is another kind of life.
"The good ones stay, the rest follow me."
Zhan Changfeng's feet followed the sedan uncontrollably.
The angry ones, the resentful ones, the greedy ones, and the kind ones are all gone. What kind of souls are left? She sighed, this trip is dangerous.
After much calculation, the last option is to hold on until the rooster crows and wait for the ghost town to disappear. A ghost town cannot take away any living people.
In front of Zhan Changfeng is a baby spirit, with the umbilical cord still attached to his belly.
Behind him was a spotted tiger, which had a man's neck in its mouth, and the man's knife was stuck in its head, killing each other alive and not letting go after death.
On the right is a thin man with missing eyes, his face is pale and his scarlet tongue drags to his chest.
On the left were a group of short, thick men, wearing prison uniforms, holding their own heads in their hands. Perhaps sensing her gaze, they turned their heads to smile evilly at her, and the heads they held in their hands were twisted.
Mahua.
After careful calculation, there are still about a hundred souls here. In this world, evil people are rampant.
Slowly entering a shabby street that was windy and rainy, countless unkind eyes stared at me.
"Those with deep evil roots should stay and leave after reforming!"
The sedan disappeared, and Zhan Changfeng finally regained control of his body.
"Kid, how many people have you killed?" The five short and thick man held his head and looked at Zhan Changfeng conspiratorially.
"Take care of yourself."
The five short and thick men bared their teeth, and their souls were so weak that they were about to drift away at any time. They instinctively wanted to devour the same kind of food, but they were confused by Zhan Changfeng's intact figure and wavered unsteadily.
"Clang clang clang!"
"Newcomers go to Furu Hall to listen to the Dharma. Don't wait if it's late!"
At the north end of this street, the door of a small bluestone hall suddenly opened, with the words "Fu Ru Hall" engraved on it.
What is Furu Hall? All the souls were confused. At the right time, three clanging sounds were heard, "Newcomers go to Furu Hall to listen to the Dharma. Don't wait if you are late!"
At the south end of the street, the door of a small bluestone hall suddenly opened, with the words "Fu Ru Hall" engraved on it.
A white-faced young man floated out from the north, pinched his waist and shouted angrily, "Ren Xing, you are shameless, this street is originally for us hungry ghosts, why are you making trouble when you are bald? If you have the ability, go to the incense street next door."
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In the Fulu Hall in the south, a bald baby with half its face poked out half of its face. It climbed over the calf-high threshold with hands and feet, clasped its hands together and said, "Amitabha, ghost benefactor, don't be anxious. You teach your way to hungry ghosts. I will
Let’s not interfere with my destined person.”
"How can I pass it on after you cross?" The white-faced young man danced wildly, with blue eyes and red lips. He turned out a golden gong and said, "Dang!" Thousands of ghosts cried and cursed, like a black wind sweeping towards the bald baby.
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Although the souls standing in the middle of the road were not the target of the attack, they were almost disintegrated by the sound. At this time, the baby took out a golden bell, "Cang", and the light that was several feet long cut across.
Counteracted the black wind.
The white-faced young man flicked his sleeves fiercely and said, "Ghosts behave in ghostly ways, as it is natural. Those who want to live forever, come in!"
After saying that, he entered the palace with his hands behind his back.
"It's so good, it's so good," the bald baby baby held the golden bell, "Life is difficult, and it will never end after death. There are many yin and yang sufferings. Why not get rid of it? Those who want to go to the light, come in."
The bald baby also turned around and returned to the palace.
When all the souls were surprised, the doors on both sides of the street suddenly opened together, and there was a ghostly atmosphere.
The ghost cultivators smiled arrogantly, with a hint of eagerness to move.
Among the hundreds of new souls, a dozen ghosts suddenly ran out and rushed into Furu Hall in the south.
These "ghosts" are not ghosts, they are clearly people holding Yin beads.
Could it be that the North and South cities mentioned by the coachman refer to these two Furu Halls?
Zhan Changfeng also walked to the south.
Most of the people who crowded into the small hall were people, and one or two were wandering souls.
There are a few people who have met each other, such as Sun Xingyi, He Yuntian, Yanbei Feidao Gao Song. Others are Taoist monks.
Zhan Changfeng thought there was a slight deviation in her understanding of Taoism. Her first understanding of Taoism was based on the long-bearded old way, which is not dependent on external objects. It is not afraid of life and death. The spiritual platform is clear and open-minded. Now it seems that,
What she saw was just a kind of Taoist cultivator.
Why do we say this? Because the souls who enter the ghost city are destined souls and have no sinful karma. They condense their souls into the world with strong obsessions. Naturally, the people in the sedan chair cannot distinguish them based on their sinful karma, but can only distinguish them based on their habits.
And those left here all have great viciousness or murderous thoughts.
Zhan Changfeng was not surprised that he was assigned here, nor was he surprised that the martial arts practitioners were very murderous, but he did not expect that half of these people were Taoists.
It can be seen that...the Tao is not pure cultivation.