Thanks to the apparition of King Qingshan, this remote village ushered in its greatest opportunity, with a large number of believers pouring in from all directions, and many local tyrants spending a lot of money to buy a few houses.

The villagers are smart, they were looking forward to the demolition half a year ago, and now the price has increased tenfold and they are not leaving.

The Licheng officials were extremely embarrassed, they could not believe in the gods, at least not on the surface, but they had to meet the needs of the masses, so they had to change their appearance and package the expansion and upgrading of the village into an economic project to build a coastal tourist area.

Daqingshan is more than 100 meters above sea level, which is not high, but it covers a vast area. Coming out of the end of the village, walking a few miles, you can see a tall mountain gate archway, and then there are hundreds of stone steps, all the way to the main hall.

On either side of the stone steps are lanterns with bulbs that change color.

Late at night, Castle Peak Village.

The moonlight is bright, the red light is on, stretching from the foot of the mountain to the top of the mountain, and the light looks misty through the gauze cover, as if it has been covered with red makeup.

Most of the villagers were asleep, only a few houses were still lit, and the occasional faint barking of dogs could be heard.

"Hoo ......"

"Rustle!"

Suddenly, the night wind blew, as if a layer of mist had been blown up, and it was faint and diffuse. A big saffron sedan chair suddenly flew out of the fog and floated towards the mountain gate without being fast or slow.

The four corners of the square, the top of the pagoda car, covered with a red silk curtain, embroidered with auspicious patterns such as rich peony, goldfish lotus, etc., and a big happy word.

The craftsmanship of this sedan chair is extremely delicate, the colors are bright, and it looks more and more strange when it walks through the void in the dark night.

Soon, the sedan chair floated to the mountain gate and landed steadily. Four clouds of black qi suddenly emerged, turning into four white-faced soap-clad ghost pawns, no different from humans, but the aura was gloomy, and at first glance, they came from the underworld.

Immediately after, a large amount of black gas flew down from the top of the mountain, and it also turned into a ghost. Some opened the way, some raised the flag, and some blew and blow, just like a battle to welcome relatives and marry.

"Whew...... Whoop......"

The ghost guards waited for a while, and only a few acquired monks hurriedly caught up, already uneasy, and trembling when they saw this. Fortunately, the ghost pawn didn't have much to do, and the four white-faced soapy clothes lifted the sedan chair, and the one who opened the way struck a gong, duang!

Strange sound waves spread out, shocking the nearby spirits, but mortals could not hear the slightest sound.

The gong opened the way, the flag was raised, the umbrella was raised, the drum music was noisy, and a team like the "ghost king marrying" in the mythological story went up the mountain in this way.

“……”

A few monks hung cautiously at the end, not even daring to get out of the atmosphere, and sometimes glanced into the palanquin.

They are the guests of the wealthy family in Licheng, who are responsible for assisting in welcoming relatives.

King Qingshan wants to accept the concubine, more or less knows, the only thought is ridiculous! The bullshit gods, greedy and lustful, are becoming more and more like monsters.

Of course, no one dares to say this, and you have to do your best to do it.

King Qingshan wanted to marry a woman who was born with a yin vein, and gave him the eight characters of his birthday. Zhou Yang and others tried their best to search, but they didn't find one, and when they were at a loss, suddenly a girl took the initiative to come to the door, saying that she met the conditions and was willing to marry.

Zhou Yang and the others were so shocked that they didn't have time to check the way they came, so they hurriedly arranged her in a sedan chair.

These goods are all shopping mall bosses, and they are the same as the spirits, so they naturally guess that there is something in them, and they are happy to borrow a knife to kill people. There is no way, it is easy to invite God and it is difficult to send God, King Qingshan's requirements are becoming more and more excessive, and they are already miserable.

A few monks only knew about it, and thought that the girl was forced, and they couldn't help but feel sorry for themselves. Youthful, delicate, docile and docile, why do you have such a thing?!

Yan Chixia said it well: "Being at the wrong time in life is worse than being a ghost!"

"Didi...... Dirty ......"

Amid the lively blowing sound, the procession reached the top of the hill and stopped in front of the main hall. The dark light flashed in the hall, and a red-robed judge walked out, frowning and saying, "Just one? Didn't the prince ask you to look for more?"

"Forgive me, my lord, people with yin veins are really rare, and we only found one woman in Fujian Province. But rest assured, we have sent out manpower to cast a net across the country, and the results will be available soon. ”

The monk at the head was extremely humble and tried desperately to explain.

"That's it, on the day of great joy, it is not easy to be punished, and the person has been delivered, so go back. ”

"Yes, yes, let's go right away!"

"You guys, bring the sedan chair inside!"

The soap-clothed ghost soldier carried the sedan chair into the main hall, and disappeared with the judge, and the noisy atmosphere just now was instantly cold, and then he listened to "Bang!"

The door to the main hall closed on its own.

"Hurry up, hurry up, don't look back!"

A few monks ran down, you pushed me, I couldn't wait to have wings on my back, and immediately returned to Licheng. The mountain is more than 100 meters high, which is nothing to the day after tomorrow, and it takes a short time to reach the foot of the mountain, and then run all the way to Shanxia Town - there is a car to pick up.

And as he ran, the youngest descendant suddenly covered his face and began to cry.

"What are you crying about, hurry up, hurry up!" the boss slapped.

"Woo ......"

Housheng couldn't help it anymore, and cried even louder, "Brother, I think we're a nest!"

Why was he called around by that guy, he had visited his master and learned spells, how could he live like a dog...... And that girl, how beautiful she is, is there still a life to go in, it's worse than a marriage in the dark! We cultivators, don't we want to, don't we want to kill demons and eliminate demons?"

“……”

The few people were silent, except for the rustle of the soles of their shoes against the ground. The eldest opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something, but he didn't spit out after all, only patted his younger brother on the shoulder.

…………

In the dark hall, there is a fiery red sedan chair.

It stands in the center, in front of it is the statue of the king of the green mountain, on the left and right are the judges and the guards and ghosts, the faces of the clay sculptures are hideous and terrifying, and the eyes are round, as if they have come to life.

Wen Jing sat in a sedan chair, with a red cardigan with large sleeves and a hijab.

It was drowsy, and the smell of burning daytime incense candles floated in the air, and she couldn't see anything, nor could she speak, as if she was in a narrow cage, waiting for something that didn't know whether it was a man, a ghost, a demon, or a monster.

And the most terrible thing is that there is not even a trace of light in the temple.

This dead darkness made her more and more nervous, her fingers rubbing, and she unconsciously tugged at her sleeves.

"We don't have a mentorship, it's just a one-year period. You are docile and weak, and your understanding is not high, and you have gained little from following me for more than half a year...... Maybe you go to the Su family in Licheng, say that you have a dead vein, volunteer to be a concubine, and let them send you to see King Qingshan, do you dare to respond?"

"Dare, dare ......"

Wen Jing covered her mouth, endured shyness and laughter, remembering that she was stammering at the time, oh, she was stammering in her thoughts.

(More in a moment...... ）