"The auspicious time has arrived, Brother will send Sister to get married!"

The boy gasped for breath, desperately trying to suck in the cold air, but he couldn't extinguish the anger that had quietly ignited in his chest. His helpless eyes exuded a thick unwillingness and fear, and finally slowly lifted the sedan curtain, and cried in a hoarse voice.

As her brother's voice fell, the woman in the wedding dress covered her face with a red scarf turned around, knelt down in the direction of the bamboo door.

The burly figure at the bamboo gate turned sideways to avoid the direction of the woman's kneeling. Behind him, two wide bamboo chairs were placed side by side, and two scrawny figures were vaguely seen sitting on the bamboo chairs.

"Falling flowers, falling flowers and tears, kneeling to thank your parents!"

The burly figure shouted loudly, it was the patriarch of the Miao clan, the voice of the white-haired old man, but the cheering was less masculine and majestic, and a little more lonely and lonely.

The forehead of the woman in red slowly touched the ground, and the silver ornaments on her head collided with the blue-glowing stone floor, making a chaotic sound.

"Falling Flower Girl, Falling Flower Tears, Second Knock Xie Clan!"

The woman in red bowed to the white-haired old man again, and the old man's body trembled, and finally suffered this knock for life, but the chest rose and fell more violently.

After two knocks, the woman Fang Yingying got up, moved lightly, and walked towards the sedan chair that had opened the sedan curtain.

On the open space at the entrance of the bamboo house, a cold wind suddenly rose on the ground, and a few pieces of yellow residual leaves on the bluestone ground rose with the wind, lingering above the sedan chair. Everyone present raised their heads one after another, and as soon as their eyes touched the swirling dead leaves on the top of the sedan chair, their expressions changed, and their eyes showed a confused color, staring at the flying residual leaves blankly.

Not far away, in the shadows, there was a sudden sound of almost inaudible footsteps, and the footsteps were getting closer and louder. It was exceptionally clear in the dead silence of the night.

But everyone present seemed to have lost their souls, still staring at the dead leaves on the top of the sedan chair with a dull expression, and no one seemed to notice the sound of footsteps that had reached the sedan chair, and no one saw that with the moment the footsteps sounded, a purple phantom slowly came from a distance. The phantom seemed to be slow and urgent, and he walked in a few steps to the woman in red in a wedding dress.

The phantom gently lifted the red scarf on the head of the red-dressed bride by the sedan door, looked at it carefully for a moment, nodded slightly, and showed a satisfied expression.

Zhang Xiaoluo, who was in the shadows, at the moment when the phantom lifted the red scarf on the bride's head, he saw clearly the pretty face under the red scarf, which was actually the woman who was called to the bamboo platform by the witch Gu goddess Qing Granny during the day.

The face is like a peach blossom and the eyes are like stars, and the voice is like a warbler out of the valley, and when she sits in the wedding sedan chair night, the girl in the flower cave forgets to die!

Fortunately, this strange wind came and went quickly, and it dissipated without a trace in a moment. When the strange dead leaves on the top of the sedan car finally fell to the ground slowly, the surrounding people returned to their complicated expressions before the wind rose, and they didn't seem to be aware of the short-term loss of consciousness before.

The woman in the wedding dress with her head covered with red cloth slowly lowered her head, slowly stretched out a jade hand, gently rubbed the sedan chair painted with red paint, and finally seemed to chuckle lowly, and stepped into the wide sedan chair.

Go to the sedan door first, the boy held the door of the sedan chair, struggled to stand up, walked to the sedan chair step by step, and after standing still, two women in red clothes walked out of the house again. The two girls each carried a lantern in their hands, and the flickering candlelight flickered and jumped. The two girls finally stood on both sides of the boy, and one of them was Zhifei, who left after Zhang Xiaoluo fell asleep.

looked at Zhi Fei, who was dressed in red, with a little bitterness

's face, Zhang Xiaoluo's fists couldn't help clenching.

Compared with using Xuanmen magic to deal with ghosts and non-ghost things, Zhang Xiaoluo is more inclined to use his fists.

Zhang Xiaoluo looked at everything in front of him coldly, he vaguely felt that this seemed to be somewhat similar to a yin marriage, but it was definitely not a yin marriage! Seeing that Zhi Fei was not in any danger for the time being, he lowered his head again and hid in the shadow of the bamboo building.

As the sedan curtain was slowly lowered, the sturdy people dressed as eight sedan chair men who had been waiting for a long time in the crowd did not hesitate any longer, stepped forward to lift the sedan chair, and along the rugged stone road, followed the sedan chair in front of a man, two women and three people, slowly walking towards the darkness outside the village.

Zhi Fei had obviously been told by someone before, and he was always careful to protect the lantern in his hand from extinguishing it during the journey. The woman on the other side was obviously told the same thing, and she was desperately protecting the lantern in her hand like Zhifei.

The sedan chair slowly walked along the rugged path outside the village, and when Zhi Fei felt that he had no strength in his body, the strange procession finally stopped.

At the front of the procession, there is an unusually lush locust tree growing on the side of the road, and the thick leaves of the locust tree rub against each other with the mountain wind, making a "rustling" sound from time to time.

Beneath the mottled body of Huaitong stood a slightly bloated Taoist priest. The Taoist priest was wearing a fat flower robe, his face was covered with dark and sticky substances, and he held a small copper coin sword strung with red thread in his left hand, and took out a handful of yellow paper money from his waist from time to time in his right hand, and threw it into the air with a wave of his hand.

On the other side of Huaitong, there is a cave more than one person high, two red candles are placed side by side at the entrance of the cave, the faint candlelight can illuminate the distance of three zhang near the entrance of the cave, and there is a low whimper from time to time in the depths of the dark cave.

When Zhang Xiaoluo saw the Taoist priest's dress, he couldn't help but be stunned.

It's actually a Maoshan Taoist!

Similar to the Yin and Yang of Xuanmen, Maoshan Dao people also take exorcism and disaster avoidance as their business, but the Onmyoji is good at catching ghosts, and Maoshan Dao is good at ambushing corpses.

The Maoshan sect is also one of the Taoist Xuanmen, and the Maoshan Taoist people mainly walk in the south, and the yin and yang lines are mainly in the northern provinces.

When the sedan chair marched to the entrance of the cave, the sedan chair bearer quickly put down the sedan chair, turned around and galloped away. In the blink of an eye, under the tall Huaitong, only the fat Taoist priest who stood solemnly, as well as a man and two women who sent relatives, and a sedan chair that was left alone on the ground.

"When the falling flower girl marries, the souls retreat!"

The Taoist priest took out a handful of paper money in his right hand again and threw it into the air, the copper coin sword in his hand pointed obliquely at the entrance of the cave, and the half-rusty copper coin reflected the flickering candlelight, reflecting the figure of the woman standing densely and stiffly at the entrance of the cave. The empty eyes of the ghosts stared at the yellow paper money floating in the air, and they involuntarily stretched out a pair of slender jade hands and raised their hands to take it.

"The woman who fell into the flowers, she hasn't gone out of the sedan chair and entered the hole, when will she wait!"

The Taoist priest's fat round face was dripping with beads of sweat, and while taking out more paper money and scattering it into the air, he waved the copper coin sword in his hand and spoke urgently.

The boy at the front of the line had red eyes, blood was dripping from the corners of his mouth, he looked up at the sedan curtain that had not been lifted, and then glanced at the Taoist priest wielding a copper coin sword on the side, and suddenly spoke hoarsely.

"Brother of Huatong Miao sent Sister to marry!"

With the boy's immature and mournful voice sounded,

The whole falling flower cave seemed to be boiling suddenly, and a woman's frolicking sound faintly came out of the hole, lingering around Huaitong for a long time.

A fat-like slender hand gently lifted the curtain, and a strange aroma diffused with the opening of the sedan curtain, and the bride with a red scarf stood up, lightly lifted the slightly hanging jade head, and walked out of the sedan chair slowly.

The moment the bride walked out of the sedan door, the souls at the entrance of the cave who were frantically scooping up the scattered paper money were suddenly stunned, and a pair of empty eyes dripping with black blood slowly looked at the bride of the sedan chair.

"Wow!"

After a short silence, the spirits suddenly seemed to be crazy, and turned a blind eye to the paper money flying in the sky, and roared desperately to rush to the bride who was still covered with a red cloth on her head and stood quietly in front of the door of the sedan chair.

The fat Taoist priest's face changed greatly, and he tore off the cloth bag around his waist, and countless paper money was scattered into the air again. His left index finger slashed across the blade of the copper coin sword, and a drop of blood appeared, which was quickly absorbed by the red thread strung with the copper coin.

"Where is the daughter?"

The Taoist priest swung out the copper coin sword, repelled the first few ghosts who rushed up, and shouted at the two daughters of Zhi Fei. Looking at the almost crazy expressions of the ghosts, the anxious color in the Taoist priest's angry eyes grew stronger.

Zhi Fei was shocked when he heard this, and hurriedly raised the lantern in his hand above his head according to the instructions of the patriarch in advance, but the lantern that was swaying all the way was like a heliocentric fire at the moment, burning violently, emitting a strong firelight.

A woman's ghost who rushed up couldn't dodge, and was illuminated by the firelight, and the illusory figure was like the remnant snow of boiling soup, rising a puff of green smoke and quickly dissipating.

The other woman who sent her relatives was not like Zhi Fei, she seemed to be stunned by the countless wandering ghost figures in front of her. As a ghost with a delicate face pounced on her, the woman finally stumbled on her feet and fell backwards. The lantern in her hand also fell to the ground, rolled out of the distance, flickered a few times, and went out.

The fat Taoist priest saw that the lantern on the ground was extinguished, and the look of anxiety on his face was even more victorious. The fat body suddenly flashed to the side of the woman who fell to the ground, pierced the ghost of the woman who wanted to pounce on the woman on the ground, turned his head and glared angrily at the woman in front of the sedan chair who covered her face with a red cloth, and shouted angrily in her mouth again.

"The Falling Flower Girl, even if you choose to bury the falling flowers, you don't want to enter the cave quickly! Do you want your people to be buried with you? ”

The woman in the red scarf didn't hear the words of the Taoist priest, and still stood quietly in front of the sedan chair. But the jade head covered with a red cloth slowly turned, as if looking at everything around him through the red cloth, looking at his new home.

"Sister!"

Ah Lang beside him seemed to have noticed the strangeness of the ghosts, snorted, stretched out his hand to pull the woman in the red scarf next to the sedan chair, but was waved by the woman in the red scarf, and Ah Lang's thin body flew out far away, and fell lightly under the craggy tree of Huaitong, and passed out.

The noise of frolic in the Falling Flower Cave became louder and louder, but the ghosts at the entrance of the cave were unable to approach the red-clothed bride due to the obstruction of the Taoist priest, and finally seemed to have fallen into madness, rushing up one after another, and rushing towards the red-clothed woman.

The Taoist priest's eyes were fierce, and he jumped in front of the woman in red in one step, pinched the two fingers of his right hand together, and slashed the copper coin sword in his left hand. I saw that the red thread that led to one hundred and eight half-rusted copper coins suddenly flashed with dazzling golden light, and then broke.

Although the red line was broken, the copper coins were not scattered, and a copper coin suddenly shot out, knocking a ghost that was flying up from the woman's left side.