A small mountain city in Menghua, it was originally a basin between the mountain ranges, the terrain is very concise, it is the transportation hub in the western and southern part of the Yunbei region, and the merchants and people in the city, there are more people in the Blackstone Empire than in the Purple Cloud Empire, but the Blackstone Empire's ethnic naturalization is earlier, and most of the customs and habits have been assimilated by the Purple Cloud Empire. On weekdays, I hope to live and work in peace and contentment.

Since the fierce enemy bandits led by Sha Dingchou of Liuhuazhai occupied Menghua, the merchants and people in the city, whether they were from the Black Stone Empire or the Ziyun Empire, were all afraid of their faces and hated in their hearts. However, for the myth of the second birth of the Rakshasa and the ghost tricks of the Netherworld bandits in Yuwang Temple, most of them believe it is true. One by one, holding a stream of incense, rats out of the hole, rushed out of the south gate in groups, squeezed into the mountain gate of Yuwang Temple, muttered prayers on their lips, knelt down and begged the living Rakshasa Holy Mother, as soon as possible to cast a large amount of magic to save this sword and soldier disaster.

It's ridiculous that such a pitiful people, they don't look at the disciples of the Holy Mother who come in and out of the platform of the main hall, one by one, they are straddling swords and swords, murderous, and the enemy bandits carrying the white forest darts are also kneeling under the platform and muttering blessings. The comical contradiction between those who seek to avoid calamity and those who wield swords and soldiers are mixed together and mutters the same blessings, and this kind of comical contradiction cannot be explained by such merchants.

The Rakshasa Holy Mother of Yuwang Temple opens the altar to bless her, always after the evening change. On this night, there was no wind or rain, and a cool moon of early summer hung on the corners above the main hall.

On the open space on both sides of the road under the platform, there are more than a dozen towering ancient cypresses that hug each other, and the open space under the cypress trees has silently knelt down for people begging for blessings, and the moonlight is blocked by the branches and leaves of the cypress trees, and the faces of the people under the trees cannot be seen clearly. On the platform and at the entrance of the main hall, at this time, it was also miserable that the pine torches had not yet been lit, only a few strangely dressed, guarding the temple door, holding spears, stood on the platform like a wolf.

From the mountain gate to the entrance of the main hall, the whole ghost is full of spirits, which makes people's scalps explode, especially under the cypress tree, the black pressure on the fire on the tip of the incense in people's hands, followed by trembling hands, constantly flashing there, like countless ghost eyes, blinking there.

Behind the hall, a thirteen-story pagoda rises high into the sky, about a long time, and on the top of the spire, there is a clump of low trees, and perhaps a bird's nest. Under the moonlight, the shadow of this tower looks like an unkempt ghost king, watching the little ghosts under the shadow of the trees in the main hall.

It is said that such a good man and woman kneeling under the platform orally advertise on weekdays, this Rakshasa Mother of the second incarnation, the magic power is vast, incredible, not to mention anything else, only to say that the two oolongs on the thick pillars on both sides of the main hall door are usually not, as long as the Virgin opens the altar and the mountain gate opens, the two oolongs will be on the pillars and wait for the Virgin Mary to descend to the altar. The dragons in the sky are all serving the Virgin, do you need to say anything else?

Therefore, ordinary good men and women, kneeling under the platform, are constantly secretly looking at the pillars of the temple. Although the door of the temple is closed and there is no candlelight, as long as you can see that there are two oolongs on the pillars, there is no doubt that the Holy Mother will descend to the altar tonight, even if she kneels to the numbness of her feet and bones, she has to grit her teeth and endure it, and she seems to be sincere. In this way, I knelt for a long time, only to hear the bells and drums in the main hall ringing, the lights were bright, and the door of the middle hall was slowly opened, from the left and right corridors in front of the main hall, the two dragons came out of the water, and many people holding the pine fire poured out, and they were arranged like goose wings from the temple gate to the entrance of the platform.

In this way, the inside and outside of the hall have been shining like daylight, and it is particularly solemn and sacred, only pity the clay sculpture and wood carving in the main hall of the Buddha and many gods, by this Rakshasa Our Lady Magpie's Nest Dove, together into the cold palace. Under the platform, there are generally good men and women, and at this time, it seems that these cold Buddhas have been put aside for the time being.

At this moment, the good men and women under the platform raised their heads one by one, preparing for the entrance of the temple where the smoke would rise, and the Virgin would appear. Unexpectedly, as soon as everyone raised their heads, they all rushed out of their throats and shouted, and there were many people in unison, and this exclamation could shake the whole hall! The most strange thing was that not only the audience shouted in unison, but even all the deacons on duty on the platform also shouted with their voices straight, and they all looked straight at the oolongs on the two pillars. It turned out that the two oolongs who were serving the altar of the Virgin Mary were still on the pillar, but the dragon's head was cut off at the neck. Two dragon heads, and hung on the temple gate on the frieze. The blood on the dragon's head was dripping down from the drop, and the bloody head cavity on the pillar was also bloody, and it smelled foul.

This time, the inside and outside of the temple were in a mess, and the good men and women under the platform were even more frightened out of their bodies, forgetting their piety, and couldn't help but stand up from the ground, only the old ones, kneeling numbly, wanted to stand up but couldn't stand up, and struggled on the ground. In this way, I saw the figures on the platform scurrying around, the voices of people were noisy, and the confusion lasted for a long time, and then gradually calmed down, and the dragon head hanging at the entrance of the temple, and the dragon body on the pillar, were taken off and carried to the back of the hall.

As soon as the bead curtain moved, a fierce man with thick eyebrows and big nose strode out of the hall, walked to the platform, and shouted loudly below: "Our Lady has an edict, two evil dragons, secretly change human beings to the people to do evil, and criminals are cut off, so Our Lady is executed by mana in public." However, tonight the altar is stained by the blood of the dragon, and the altar will be rescheduled, so you don't need to be afraid, and you can go back with peace of mind. ”

The fierce man just finished speaking, was about to turn back, suddenly saw the audience people looking up at the top of the hall, and there was a strange scream, the man who spoke shrugged, jumped off the platform, turned around and looked, only to see the left corner of the tower near the back of the hall, the red light rushed to the sky, the fire crow flew wildly, and there was no doubt that there was a fire in the temple. The fierce-faced man's heart moved, and he shouted: "It's not good!" Running onto the platform, he didn't care about pretending to be Sven anymore, and stomped his feet and pulled onions on the dry land!

As soon as he jumped on the cornice, stood still, and was surprised to see a "bang" on the tower, and a white light like a practice hung down from the window at the top of the tower. At this time, the firelight candle day, the whole tower is slightly exposed, look closely, the tower hangs down, is the whole white cloth. There are big characters written on the cloth, and these words are not only clear to the man who flew up to the house, but also to the good men and women under the platform. One by one, they all saw the eight shocking characters written on the cloth: "The Buddhist monk captures the fleeing demon Rakshasa ".

This time, it is even more magical than the decapitation of Shuanglong, and the ordinary good men and women are all trembling with fright, as if they are drunk and infatuated. I saw the people on the platform, shouting for help in unison, and rushing to the back of the temple. There are a few strange people on the roof of the top of the palace, wielding a snowy sword in their hands, running over the ridge of the house, and running to the pagoda behind the temple. The first fierce-faced man who went up to the house was nowhere to be seen, and he probably went up from the temple to the pagoda.

There are also good men and women who are well-behaved and feel that the omen is ominous. Our Lady's subordinates, unexpectedly, were all people who flew on the eaves and walked on the wall, and the words written on the cloth were strange, and these words were obviously aimed at Our Lady, so why did Our Lady never see them?