On the 15th of July, big ghosts and little ghosts came out one after another. Pen fun and pavilion www.biquge.info

The Yellow Spring in the world is open to one door, and heaven and hell meet two ways.

The wind comes and listens to the singing of the ghosts, and after the rain, I hear the ghosts crying.

Thousands of years of spiritual cultivation through the thunderstorm, the rest of the life after the catastrophe is a smooth road.

The July 15th Midyear Festival, commonly known as the Ghost Festival. Whether it is a good ghost or a bad ghost, an old ghost or a new ghost, or a lonely ghost wandering in the wilderness, a fierce ghost and a bad ghost, they all come out one after another, enjoy the sacrifices of the world, and freely enter and exit the yin and yang worlds. In the mountains and waters, the objects that have become the climate will also take the opportunity to come out and wander away. This day is the annual festival of those foreign objects.

On the Midyear Festival that year, the villagers near Bunker Mountain were more religious than in previous years. The fire in Tianchi Village has indeed caused a great shadow in everyone's hearts. Villages, villages, and every household, all burn paper money in front of the door, offer incense and candles, place offerings, pray for the blessings of ancestors, and pray that ghosts and gods from all walks of life do not disturb themselves.

It was not yet completely dark, most of the houses had closed their doors, and there were few people on the road. On this day, it is a festival of foreign objects, and everyone has to make way for them.

Especially those children, who are used to hearing the ghost stories of adults, coupled with their own rich imagination, do not even dare to take a few more steps in their own yard. There was a gust of wind, and they all suspected that the ghost was moving, and there was no abnormal sound, and they thought it was a ghost talking.

Wang Yazhi and Wang Jinsong also burned paper in front of their homes. In the night, the flickering firelight reflected the faces of the brother and sister. Wang Jinsong was a little timid, although he was already a big man. The festival always has a bit of an eerie vibe, which always makes him feel a little chill down his back.

"Brother, the ghost door is closed today, do you think the third grandfather will come to see us? Will the third grandfather come to take the money we burned? Third grandfather, will he still be blind over there and can't see it? Does anyone take care of him? Wang Yazhi's every word is inseparable from the third grandfather, and Wang Jinsong beat the drum in his heart when he heard it.

"Yazhi, can you not say that the third grandfather, the third grandfather will not come, and he will come to you if he wants to, but don't look for me."

"Brother, the wind is blowing, you see those burned paper money floating. People say it's the dead who came to get the money. Third grandfather, are you here? We've burned a lot of paper money, so come and get it. Wang Yazhi looked at the dark night sky and shouted stupidly.

The night sky was as black as the bottom of a pot, the air was dull and oppressive, and there were no stars or moon in sight. In such a hot weather, Wang Jinsong felt cold. The younger sister Wang Yazhi in front of her seemed to be stunned, and her demeanor made Wang Jinsong feel scared.

"Yazhi, let's go back soon, it's going to rain." Wang Jinsong looked at the sky, and there was a lightning snake beating like a golden snake in the distance, and a dull thunder came over.

"No, I'm going to wait for the third grandfather, I saw the third grandfather."

"You, you're a madman." As soon as Wang Jinsong's words were finished, an extremely bright lightning bolt crossed the sky. The large willow tree in front of it had burned all its branches in the fire, and only a bare trunk remained, like a very tall figure that was black.

There was a crunch bang, and the whole ground shook. Wang Jinsong seemed to see a faint figure behind the big tree.

"Yazhi, go quickly, go home." Wang Jinsong pulled Wang Yazhi and ran into the yard.

Wang Yazhi wanted to stay for a while, but Wang Jin's strength was much stronger than her, so he dragged her into the yard. Wang Jinsong closed the courtyard door neatly. There was another thunderclap overhead, which frightened him into the house.

Wang Yazhi stood under the eaves, looking at the lightning rushing night sky, listening to the thunder rumbling overhead. She thought stupidly, why didn't the third grandfather come to see me, the third grandfather forgot about me. Tears flowed down my cheeks as I fell asleep.

Wang Yazhi's tears fell, and the raindrops in the sky also fell.

The wind rose, the rain fell, the lightning flashed, the thunder roared, and the whole Bunker Mountain was ruthlessly ravaged by this violent nature. The entire Bunker Mountain was trembling, Tianchi Village was trembling, and the people who were hiding in the house were also trembling. It's been many, many years since Bunker Mountain had such a violent storm.

Could it be that the people are not pious enough, they don't respect the dragon king enough, and the old dragon king still has to repay these poor people.

Lightning and thunder hit the terrace at the top of the bunker mountain in turn, as if God had a grudge against this mountain and was venting its resentment fiercely.

"Master, I want to sleep." For Mao Yunzi not letting himself sleep on such a violent thunderstorm night, Hu Chenzi was very dissatisfied and kept yawning.

Mao Yunzi fiddled with the items he had taken out of the baggage he had been carrying with him, ignoring the complaints of the dusty man.

The big leather bag that was so black that he couldn't see the original color, and he only knew that the master had always been with him, and he had never touched it, let alone opened it.

Now that the master opened it, Huchenzi realized that it was simply a treasure bag.

Mao Yunzi took out a bronze sword with an ancient form and covered with patina, and then took out many things that Huchenzi had never seen.

"Master, on such a thunderstorm night, do you still have to help others do things?" Xun Chenzi looked at Mao Yunzi in confusion.

Mao Yunzi smiled, his eyes revealing excitement that he couldn't hide: "Hell, Master is going to do a Dafa event tonight, not for others, but for ourselves." Ha ha. ”

Mao Yunzi reached out and pinched the chubby face of the dust: "Ghost thing, tonight, Master will let you see the Meridian Flame Array that your master passed on to me, and I have never let outsiders see it." ”

There was a hint of disdain on his face, this Meridian Flame Array was Shigong's original maze array, and he was very suspicious that Master's half-jar of water would ruin Shigong's reputation.

"Hell, you doubt me? This array master is really difficult to control alone, but with you, a pure yang boy, in charge, it will be different. When the time comes, you just have to cooperate with Master. ”

"Master, who are you dealing with?"

"Didn't Master tell you that there are thousand-year-old spiritual objects in this Bunker Mountain? Tonight, Master calculates that the spirit creature is coming to survive the Thunder Tribulation, and we can catch it when it has finished the Thunder Tribulation and its vitality has not yet recovered. Hahahaha. Mao Yunzi laughed again.

Jun Chenzi was accustomed to seeing his master take advantage of people's danger and fell into the well, so he shrugged his shoulders noncommittally.

"Look, that guy is out."

Hu Chenzi followed his master to the eaves of the main hall of the Dragon King Temple and looked in the direction of the gourd swinging heavenly pool.

Lightning flashed above the Heavenly Pond incessantly, like thousands of golden snakes dancing wildly, and like countless ceremonial flowers blooming. Thunder thunderclaps and thunderbolts exploded, and the entire Bunker Mountain shook.

Hu Chenzi wanted to ask the master if the bunker mountain was about to collapse. It's a pity that the thunder is so loud that Mao Yunzi can't hear what he's saying at all. What's more, Mao Yunzi's energy is completely concentrated above Tianchi, how can he have the heart to pay attention to Xun Chenzi at this moment.

Above the Heavenly Pond, a large cloud of white light emerged. The lightning bolt and the thunderbolt were attacking the white light. In the white light, there was a large white snake coiled, and there was a small red light on its chest, as if it was wearing a star. The Great White Snake held its head high and spat out a snake letter, fighting against the lightning bolt.

The heavenly fire brought by the lightning formed a huge circle of fire around the white light, and even the pouring rain in the sky could not extinguish the slightest.

Suddenly, the red light on the chest of the big white snake turned into two red sun god birds, and rushed out of the thunderbolt.

The big white snake flew up with the two sun god birds. However, it is not trying to dodge the lightning bolt, but to meet the lightning bolt and soar into the sky.

Two sun god birds, one on the left and one on the right, guarded the big white snake, chasing the lightning bolt in the wind and rain. Heavenly fires shone and churned with them, and the whole sky seemed to be in a wonderful ********.