The sun rose, and the white of the fish belly in the east quickly disappeared, replaced by a cluster of dazzling golden scales, and the golden scales that spanned half of the sky also shook as the clouds swam, resembling a noble and majestic golden dragon swimming in the clouds.

The flow of people in the streets also became denser, and the aborigines of these towns knew that today was a major festival for the arrival of the caravan, and all kinds of strange goods would be transported by the caravan to the shops in the town, and some women and women would get up early and come to the side streets to buy goods in groups.

Of course, buying goods is only one of them, and there are many women who come to watch those caravan men who are handsome and beautiful, and those men seem to have a kind of brilliance that is both awe-inspiring and longing, and people can't help but want to look twice, but it is also strange to say that when the men in these caravans walk through the streets, those women and women do not dare to look up, and those men obviously have a fatal attraction, but when the men approach, the breath that is as god-like as an offense makes everyone awe. These women were like gray moths at this time, and the caravan men were like bright flames, and gray moths had infinite yearning for fires, but none of them dared to plunge into this cluster of flames.

If a moth fights a fire, it will suffer.

The men in the caravan walked down the streets without squinting, and their attitude was extremely indifferent, treating these aborigines like grass and trees.

When the caravan arrived, the pedestrians on the street invariably made way for the caravan. Li Deng, who was throwing wet yellow paper money into the back basket with his stuffy head, heard the sound of stepping on the stone slab, and also stood up and followed the sound.

Li Deng knew that today was an important festival for Red Candle Town, and there would be caravans to supply goods to the town, but Li Deng had never seen this caravan once. I just heard others say that this caravan's handsome demeanor, because the small street is not long and relatively open, the yellow paper money in previous years was blown by the autumn wind on the corner of the street to form a group, Li Deng cleaned up without any effort, when the caravan arrived at Red Candle Town, Li Deng had already cleaned the street and went to the depths of the town, so for so many years, he always passed by this caravan.

Every time I hear someone talk about how this caravan is, Li Deng will always yearn for it and want to take a look, but every year on this day, the old shopkeeper will indifferently warn him that he is not allowed to be lazy. What's more, the people in the town have great faith in the phrase "there are gods in the head and three feet", although the old man in the money shop explained to Li Deng that the gods here may not be the fairy characters mentioned in the book, and should be understood as people watching the sky, and they must have a sense of awe and not do anything wrong, but in the end, they were forcibly interpreted by the old man as not to be lazy.

Due to the autumn rain last night, it was more difficult to collect the yellow paper money, so I happened to encounter this caravan.

Li Deng looked at the scattered flow of people, his eyes froze, this is the so-called caravan in people's mouths?!

The scene that the boy saw was not what people depicted in their mouths, what kind of red copper carriages with dense patterns, sturdy horses overflowing with aura, and charming gods and men.

Li Deng was a little frightened at the moment, and his heart was beating like a drum in his chest.

The leader of the caravan suddenly looked up at Li Deng, his eyes were slightly surprised, and at this time, this man who was quite immortal in the eyes of passers-by was also shocked, and said with a frown and disbelief: "Living?!"

How could there be living people in the land of the dead that he didn't know?

Li Deng's face was pale, as if he had seen a ghost in the daytime, his breathing was short, his chest rose and fell violently, I don't know if it was because of the breathing disorder or the beating of the heart, he felt that he was really a ghost in the daytime, and then he turned his head to look at the people beside him, on their faces, awe and hope coexisted, and none of the faces were as flustered as Li Deng.

Just when Li Deng wanted to subconsciously rub his eyes, the leader of the caravan drank majestically, "Who is the demon, how dare you stop the Heavenly Master from going to the yin!"

This drink exploded on the side street like a brilliant thunder rolling on the ground, which was quite mighty to heaven and man. The surrounding crowd was suddenly silent, their bodies trembled, and their heads hung even lower!

Li Deng only felt that a string of thunder exploded in his mind, and his ears seemed to be buzzing like thousands of bees flapping their wings.

When the shouts rang out, the sudden thunder directly frightened Li Deng to close his eyes, and then he shook his head vigorously, and the humming sound turned into a sharp and long sound like a sharp blade vibrating.

Li Deng opened his eyes, and then looked at the caravan in front of him, but the convoy was a change of appearance, exquisite and heavy red copper carriages, the carved patterns on the carriage were like the black snake of the marriage and like the lines of the talisman carved on the wall of the money shop, the muscular lines of the strong horses were so symmetrical, as if the precious horses that the books said "stepped forward to knock the bones, and there was still a copper sound", and the saddle bridle worn by the white horse was glowing with cold copper, and the sonorous hooves hit the crisp sound. Looking at those merchants who are chasing merchants, they seem to have the demeanor of the immortals with big sleeves flowing clouds, with a faint holy brilliance circulating on their bodies, their white clothes are like soft auspicious clouds, and their personable faces are indifferent and stiff expressions, just like the eternal posture in a precious picture! In addition to the wooden expressions, the movements of these merchants are neat and uniform, in addition to giving people the stiffness of walking in steps, as if a well-trained army is undergoing a majestic review ceremony.

The leader's footsteps are also very exquisite, sometimes hurried like a shower, sometimes slow like an old turtle climbing, the steps are also different, sometimes like an old fish jumping waves, sometimes like a sudden wind galloping, he is like walking on the gradually emerging grid, each step of the foothold is extremely particular, as if afraid of stepping on something.

However, at this time, the face was not as indifferent and ruthless as the people behind him, but very dignified.

This was also the first time he had encountered a living person in this kind of living ancient battlefield ruins, and the anger of the living person had a great impact on the servants and those horses behind him, and the servants behind him were already unstable and stiff and obscure.

The man stared at Li Deng coldly, and shouted again: "Quickly retreat!"

Rumble!

The dense crowd in the market dispersed like crows, and they all took a few steps back. Li Deng's heart was also a little flustered, and he hurriedly picked up the bamboo basket and retreated to the side of the street.

The caravan walked through the streets in bewilderment, the sound of horses' hooves and the crash of saddles reverberated through the streets like a requiem.

As the caravan walked past Li Deng, the leader looked sideways slightly, looked at Li Deng, and then walked down the street.

The sound of hooves and the crisp crash slowly died down as the caravan disappeared into the streets. The crowd surged again, and the streets, which had just been so silent that only the sound of horses' hooves and the crisp crashing sound could be heard, were in the throes again.

In the early morning of autumn, even if the sun is shining, it is still a little cold, but fortunately, this coldness is not bleak and cold.

In spring, the wind blows coldly.

In autumn, the autumn frost does not feel the frost heavy.

However, at this time, Li Deng still subconsciously tightened his tattered robe, and when the caravan passed by him, the young man felt that there was a quiet and gloomy coldness rushing towards him, like a ghost in the ghost gently blowing a gloomy air flow on the young man.

Li Dengzhen was frightened just now, and when he saw the caravan for the first time, he not only saw the heavy thick lacquered red coffin, but also the lines that bounced on the red coffin like a smock like an overcoat also flowed down the red coffin like ink stains, like dark blood. What's even more terrifying are those centaurs, those who are not living creatures at all, those paper men and paper horses that are clearly plain white!

The paper horse is supported by the wild reed pole, giving people a sense of muscle bulging bodybuilding, and the paper pasted on the wild reed pole is wrapped in a slender strip of paper, which is the mane on the horse's neck.

The paper horse was standing, but it was bouncing under an inexplicable traction, and the heavy sound of tuk tuk was trampled on the bluestone slab.

There are also those paper figures, dressed in a miserable white with great visual impact, as if walking in the world of white impermanence. The paper man's face is painted with a uniform stiff makeup, a shocking blush, and a bewitching lip shadow like a female ghost's skirt, which is shocking under the miserable white reflection.

The figures of the paper figures were like ghosts, the soles of their feet were more than an inch off the ground, and their whole bodies were levitating forward, as if invisible silk threads were stirring up the paper figures. Even if there is a cold wind blowing, those fluttering paper figures are still standing, but the cold wind that can blow over the hem of their clothes can't blow those fluttering paper figures.

The heavy red coffin is not a papier-mâché, but a real sunken wood coffin. The carriage pulled by the paper horse was also made of yellow paper, and the rough yellow paper wrapped around the gathered reeds, spreading forward to the wheels, and even the rough yellow paper on one of the wheels had been blown away by the wind, revealing a dry reed.

A papier-mâché carriage and papier-mâché paper horse can pull a heavy coffin.

In this group of caravans, only one is a "living person", that is, the leader who scolded Li Deng majestically, but when Li Deng saw him for the first time, his dress was not a fairy fluttering white clothes, but a somewhat ragged earthy yellow Taoist robe, that person was obviously a Taoist priest, with a lotus crown on his head, holding an old bronze bell, the bell tongue hit the bell wall and struck a rapid screeching sound, the rhythm of the sound changed like rain and thunder, and every time the rapid bell fell, those paper horses jumped as if they were being pulled.

But as the Taoist drank the majesty, those terrible sights disappeared, like the hallucinations of the young man at that moment, and all he saw were the exquisite red copper carriages, the magnificent horses, and the white-clothed man with jerky steps and indifferent faces.

Li Deng shook his head fiercely, all this was like a terrifying illusion, and like a treacherous nightmare, but everything was so real, so real that it seemed to be entangled in a nightmare.

Li Deng stood on the street for a long time before he picked up the bamboo basket and went to collect the paper money.

The caravan passed through the market and came to the hinterland of the town, and no one followed behind the caravan, and the whole hinterland of the town suddenly became desolate the moment the caravan entered, and the town seemed to have become a dead city.

In the heart of the town, there was a manor, which was extremely spacious, but it was not as well-guarded as the rich and well-to-do, and the huge manor did not even have a gatekeeper.

When the man came to the manor, the light and crisp sound of the bell came to an abrupt end, and at the same time, the paper horse and paper man were silent for a moment. The Taoist put the old bronze bell into the sleeve, and then took out three yellow incense sticks from the sleeve, gently twisted the incense head with his fingertips, the yellow incense ignited, and then bent down to the dark door to insert it, chanting the words: "The road came to the incense, and asked the master to open the door to see." ”

After the Taoist priest finished the incense, there were two winning coins slipped from the sleeve, he twisted a coin in each hand, the index finger and middle finger clamped the coin, the coin flew up in the fingertips, like twisting the trick, the next moment, the Taoist priest suddenly wiped the coin to his eyes.

When the Taoist priest raised his eyes again, this magnificent manor was a different scene.

The Taoist priest glanced at the dilapidated small Taoist temple, smiled slightly, and shook the bronze bell to drive the paper horse to pull the coffin, and entered the dilapidated Taoist temple.