Chapter 481: Stygian Coin [Wan More Requests for Subscription]
Eleven.
Four people returned.
didn't say a word, quietly stuffed the money into the incense.
Chen Yang opened his eyes and looked at it, and the four of them didn't leave after the incense, so they sat down on the ground on the side.
Seeing Chen Yang looking at them, he was about to speak, but Chen Yang just glanced at it and took out his mobile phone.
"Dao Chief, this is a ghost?"
Yan Hao asked in a low voice.
His three views have indeed been affected to a certain extent, but the impact is moderate, and it is still within the range of what he can adjust.
"Hmm. โ
"It doesn't seem to be much different from people. โ
Chen Yang smiled: "There is indeed no difference, ghosts are human beings in life, and ghosts are ghosts after death." People are afraid of ghosts, because ghosts are unknown. Most of the ghosts who can stay in the yang world have unfulfilled wishes before they are alive, and they are obsessed and unwilling to leave. โ
Yan Hao nodded silently, after Chen Yang said this, he suddenly felt that ghosts didn't seem to be so terrifying.
Chen Yang looked at the chat records in the group, and he didn't encounter anything unusual.
"Huhu~"
There was a yin wind in the distance, and Yan Hao shrunk his neck.
Chen Yang looked at it, and one after another wandering spirits floated over.
There are so many more than yesterday.
In the wee hours of the morning, there were already more than 300 spirits here.
These spirits floated in, and they didn't hide themselves, Yan Hao saw it clearly.
At first he was a little nervous, but then he became numb.
Even the audacity to pick up the camera and start shooting.
After shooting, I can really shoot it.
Chen Yang didn't stop it, but said: "Don't spread these things around, be careful of being invited to tea." โ
"Ahem, I know. โ
Yan Hao wasn't stupid enough to be like this.
On this night, there were more than 500 wandering spirits, all of whom gathered in the Lingshan Taoist Temple.
In addition to the ancestors of the pilgrims, there are many lonely souls and wild ghosts.
These are all floating around, feeling the yin qi of this place, but after they come, they can't leave.
There is no shortage of evil ghosts among them, but when it comes to this, no matter how evil the ghosts are, they have to be honest and obedient.
Early the next morning.
Lingshan Taoist Temple ushered in the first wave of people of the Zhongyuan Festival.
Before eight o'clock, tourists began to go up the mountain.
By nine o'clock, the number of visitors had reached a terrifying three thousand.
More than half of them were here yesterday.
They were also dreamed of by their deceased ancestors.
These people, to a greater or lesser extent, have some karmic obstacles, but they are reluctant to give up 2,000 yuan.
The ancestors' tone was not good, either scolding or scolding with the soles of their shoes.
I was woken up in the middle of the night, and I waited until dawn to rush over as soon as possible.
After coming over, the attitude was not much better than that of Ji Jinfei and the four of them the day before.
"Demon Dao!"
"Cheating money!"
"Are you still human?"
Listening to these abusive words, Chen Yang was a little angry no matter how good he was.
He simply didn't care about it, and let those ghosts rush over in broad daylight, and used ear scrapers to educate these juniors how to behave.
Yan Hao and Chen Yong stood outside the Taoist temple, looking at the thousands of people in front of them, raising their hands in unison and slapping their faces, feeling spectacular.
"Bang Bang!"
"Bang Bang!"
Even the sound of the slap is so neat and rhythmic.
Of course, Yan Hao would not give up such a good opportunity, pressed the shutter, and the photos full of weirdness but inexplicable harmony were accepted by him.
"Dad, I don't dare. โ
"Grandpa, stop fighting, I know it's wrong. โ
"Dao Chief, you can help me intercede with my mother. โ
The group shouted bitterly.
The new arrivals don't understand what the hell is going on with these people.
Watching their movements and listening to what they say, in broad daylight, I actually felt a burst of cool air rising from my back.
"Brother, what are you doing?
A tourist asked.
The man cried and said, "My dad smoked, I didn't dare to fight back." โ
"Your dad?" the tourists looked around, he was alone here, and he slapped himself himself, what did he have to do with his dad?
The man said: "I came to incense yesterday, trying to buy a dollar of incense cheaply, and my father gave me a dream at night, and he hung me up and beat me in my dream." I thought it was the Taoist who made a ghost, but now I understand......"
"What do you understand?" the tourists are anxious to listen to, why don't you talk half of it, who did you learn from the stinky problem?
"I realized that it was really my father's dream. โ
"How can you be sure?"
"Because my dad is right in front of me!"
"!"
The tourist took two steps back, and was stunned into a cold sweat in broad daylight, staring at the air in front of him, his heart twitching.
"Are you kidding me?"
"Who has the heart to tease you. The man scolded angrily, then put on a smiling face, and said to the air in front of him: "Dad, I'll go down the mountain to get the money, don't be angry, it's not good for your health to be angry." My mom is fine now, don't worry, you're not here, don't you still have me? Don't worry, I'll definitely help you take care of your mom. โ
Tourists roughly figured out what was going on with the group.
Watching them speak eloquently to the air in front of them, the layered and rich expressions made it seem as if there was really someone in front of them.
"Why do I think this place is so heavy?"
"These people are all To, right?"
"Rub, this slap is so hard that your ears can be deaf, right?"
"You say, this can't be true, right?"
I don't know who asked, tourists, you look at me, I look at you, I don't know how to answer.
It looks like it's really real.
If this is acted, what will happen to the Oscar statuette and foreigners?
In a New York minute.
August 13th.
The thirteenth day of the seventh month of the lunar calendar.
There are only two days left until the Midyear Festival.
And the Lingshan Taoist Temple...
Completely let go of yourself.
On Weibo, the top ten hot searches, all of them are Lingshan Taoist Temple.
This kind of popularity directly broke the record held by the Lingshan Taoist Temple and went to the next level.
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Zhou Shuren once said that no matter who you are, as long as you are a human being, you can't escape the three philosophical laws.
Repeater, real fragrance, pigeon.
These three laws, in less than 15 days, were perfectly staged in the Lingshan Taoist Temple
From the initial angry accusation of not believing it, to honestly paying for 2,000 yuan of incense.
From questioning the fact that these people are really fragrant, to slapping themselves, following the people of real fragrance to be really fragrant...
Well, it smells so good!
"Lately, people have been picking up money a lot. โ
On the morning of the 13th, Chen Yang received a call from Fa Ming.
He asked, "What do you mean by picking up money?"
"Stygian. Fa Ming said: "Since the third number, I have met more than a hundred people who have picked up the Immortal Coin. โ
"It's normal if it's just a few people picking it up. But now, I have met more than 100 people in my Qingfeng Temple alone, and I must have met other Taoist temples and monasteries. I asked in the group, and this kind of thing didn't happen outside of Lingshan, except Lingshan City. โ
"I suspect someone did it on purpose. โ
Chen Yang said: "Who would do such a thing?"
"I don't know. Fa Ming said: "Anyway, you pay attention, the Lingshan Taoist Temple has been too popular recently, and I'm worried that someone may want to make some movement." โ
Chen Yang snorted.
The Underworld is a way of communication between the living and the dead.
There is a folk saying that you can't pick up money on the side of the road.
When you see money on the side of the road, you think it's money, but it could actually be a dark coin.
Once you pick it up, you'll be haunted by the money thrower.
The ghost will ask you for help, and if you refuse or don't help, the ghost will think that you are playing tricks on yourself, will resent you, will haunt you, and will disturb your life.
If you pick up a large amount, you basically have to do whatever the ghost tells you to do.
If you don't do it, wait for death.
The sudden appearance of so many dark coins in Lingshan is indeed very unreasonable.
And still in the city.
As Fa Ming guessed, Chen Yang also believed that this was probably done by someone on purpose.
As for whether it is aimed at Lingshan Taoism, Chen Yang thinks that this may not be the case.
Those who know a little bit about the Lingshan Taoist Temple know that no matter how high the Taoist line is, it is not worth mentioning in the Lingshan Taoist Temple.
This kind of thing, Chen Yang can't do anything.
He looked at the nearly 10,000 pilgrims outside the Taoist temple, and sighed secretly, he could only guarantee the safety of the Lingshan side.
People outside the Lingshan, he can't help.
At this time, at the foot of the mountain.
The pure fox couple got out of the car, Zhang Yuanqiao took her hand, crossed the road, and walked towards the mountain.
Before he had walked a few steps, Chun Hushuang suddenly saw that a roll of banknotes had fallen from the woman in front of him.
She picked it up and shouted, "Your money is gone." โ
The woman turned around and came over to thank you, "Thank you, you are such a good person." โ
Then pull out a few pieces of money and give it to her.
Pure Fox shook his head: "No." โ
"That's not good, you have to take it, or I'll be upset. The woman shoved the money into her hand, turned and left.
As she walked, the woman's body became lighter and lighter, and suddenly disappeared.
Pure Fox's pupils shrank slightly, and he looked down at the banknote in his hand, not knowing when it turned into a dark coin.
In the middle of the coin, there is also a blank piece of paper.
The words written on the paper, like... Birthday.