Shi Gu is seven and a half months, and there are three festivals to worship ancestors.

At the beginning of July of the lunar calendar, the land of China is full of incense.

Three festivals of ancestor worship: Chinese New Year's Eve, Qingming, Chongyang, and the mid-year festival of July and a half are all festivals in Chinese culture to worship the dead.

The difference is that Chinese New Year's Eve, Qingming and Chongyang are sacrificed to the ancestors, praying for continuous blessings and protection for future generations. And the Midyear Festival, which is to give alms to lonely souls and wild ghosts, and seek peace and eliminate karma, belongs to the accumulation of yin virtue.

In fact, the mid-year festival is not only the 15th day of July, the legend is that since the beginning of July, the ghost door of the underworld has been opened, and some of the dead souls who have eliminated the bad karma but have no descendants will be blessed by the underworld, return to the world, enjoy an incense offering, July 15, and then return to the underworld, cut off the thoughts of life, and reincarnate with peace of mind.

Maoshan Mountain.

Incense is like a pillar.

The green smoke rises into the sky, and with the pilgrims worshipping and worshipping, this has become the place where the incense is the strongest near Jinling.

Cloudy, light rain, slightly cool wind.

Maoshan Danhui, from the end of July of the solar calendar, until the beginning of August, the first batch of ** people returned successfully, just in time for the Midyear Festival to open the ghost door, I am afraid this is also Maoshan has been arranged before.

Dozens of disciples of the Dao of Life and Death, for several days in a row, returned to the yang world from the Soul Restoration Cliff one after another, and the heart of the host Maoshan was also half settled.

When the soul returns to the body, the first feeling is the weakness of the first recovery from a serious illness.

Wang Qian lay on the bed, looking at the ceiling, trying hard several times, but he didn't get up. It's the same as going to hell, this room is foul-smelling, the secretions of the human body are piled up into miasma, and the nose is spicy to the eyes.

"It stinks, I'm going to take a shower......"

Wang Qian shouted weakly.

In fact, it's not just him, most people are like this, only a few ghost hunters such as Monk Miaoshan, Nie Yuxuan, and Li Chong, after their return, their yang energy is quickly replenished, and they can barely stand up as if they have taken special medicine.

There was incense in the room, but the smell was too big, Nie Yuxuan leaned against the wall, hugged Li Chong, and moved towards the door step by step, with a disgusting face.

After more than ten days of shadowing, the blood lotus lamp in the house was faint, as if it would be extinguished in an instant. There are still some people who have not returned, such as Xu Facheng, Qin Kun, Zhao Feng of Yulongshan, etc., and I don't know if they are in trouble.

Nie Yuxuan went, Wang Qian was envious, his eyes rolled, and with the strength he had accumulated, he exchanged for a Blood King Pill in the [Fierce Ghost Mall], and then he felt better.

Not far away, Han Yao also sat up with his body propped up, and said weakly: "Fatty, are you better?" ”

In this quiet room, there are more than 20 people, and the strange thing is that it is arranged like a mourning hall, with the word 'lay' written in black on a white background.

The butter candles are huge, and a row of paper figures are smiling like flowers, but the smile is cold and terrifying, which makes people very uncomfortable to watch.

After Wang Qian sat up, he saw that he was wearing a shroud, he shrunk his neck and asked, "Tuwa, what kind of hospitality is this in Maoshan, you want to bury us?" ”

Han Yao scratched his head: "This ceremony is called 'stealing the funeral', it is very dangerous for the Taoist priest to go to the yin and the yang body to stay here, because some big ghosts will take advantage of the situation and take the opportunity to drape the corpse." Running a mourning hall is to tell those guys who don't have long eyes that these people are about to leave the funeral, and if they dare to take advantage of the situation, they are breaking the rules. Will be hunted down! In fact, there are so many seniors guarding it, there is no need to do this one, I think it's just a ceremony. ”

What kind of broken thing is so cumbersome, Wang Qian quickly took off his shroud and walked outside.

……

On the first day of the seventh month of the lunar calendar, until the fourteenth day of the lunar calendar, the unawakened people are polarized.

One pole is like Xu Facheng, Qin Kun, Zhao Feng and other first-class ghost hunters, the true legend of the sect.

At the other pole is a little-known disciple who has never heard of it.

The masters of those disciples all covered their faces and looked sad, probably knowing that the disciples would not be able to come back.

July 15, night.

The three swords of Maoshan stood with their hands in their hands, looking at the full moon.

Xu Facheng's blood lotus lamp has been renewed twice, and Qin Kun is the same.

Zhao Feng was the first to wake up.

The old lady smiled loudly: "Feng'er, it's good to come back!" But what tricky ghost king did you encounter? ”

Zhao Feng lay on the bed top-heavy, looked at the master and grinned: "No! I got lost when I ran away, and this time I caught a few ghosts and will come back! ”

The old lady put away her smile and spit out dry smoke with a dark face: "Bury him, I can't afford to lose this person in Yulong Mountain." ”

Zhao Feng sat up suddenly, and wailed: "You don't know how terrifying that place is! I almost died! ”

The old lady found a rag and stuffed it into the apprentice's mouth, stuffed it into the surrounding Xudu disciples 200 yuan of cremation fees, arched his hand towards the three Xuanjian of Maoshan and his colleagues, and left with his feet raised.

Zhao Feng twitched like a donkey, Maoshan Sanxuanjian couldn't cry or laugh, Chao Zhen and Ge Zhan also looked helpless, the old naughty boy was the oldest and the highest, and he knew that he was angry with his apprentice, so he didn't stop him.

The sky darkened suddenly.

There was a thunderclap, lightning pierced the night sky, and the weather was good, and suddenly a torrential rain came.

"Fa Cheng is back."

Maoshan Sanxuan Sword, and a group of people quickly ran out of the mourning hall, looking at the strange weather, not only smacking their tongues.

The dark clouds in the sky drenched a phantom.

A Taoist priest with a high crown of impermanence, carrying two swords, half-black and half-white, walked solemnly.

It seemed to be one person, and it was like two combined impermanences, in short, the yin spirit was powerful, and when it was close, a yin wind suddenly swept the rain and hit everyone's faces.

Xu Facheng is back!

With himself as the center, the surrounding stagnant water began to swirl, like the eye of the storm, accompanied by thunder, the rain was not close, and a ghost ghost appeared behind him in a trance, with the left book 'rewarding good' and the right writing 'punishing evil', a total of four words.

"Maoshan Xu Facheng, I have seen all of you."

There is thunder cheering, and a simple greeting also has a thunderous momentum.

Xu Facheng walked into the mourning hall, and after a while, a real person appeared, his hair was much whiter than before, and his standing posture was powerful, not as weak as others.

Pingfeng Zhenren went over and grabbed Xu Facheng's arm, and said excitedly: "Facheng, just come back!" ”

Xu Facheng smiled: "Master is worried." The apprentice entered the Yin Cao this time, lived up to the love of the master, the uncle, and the uncle, and caught six ghost kings and came back to offer the Dan. What about Qin Kun? How many did he catch? ”

Six Ghost Kings!

Pingfeng Zhenren was full of pride in his chest, and more than seventy years ago, Yang Shen and Fang Yantian only caught three.

"Good! Fa Cheng quickly rested. As for the head of Fuyu Mountain, isn't he lying in it, I'm afraid he hasn't come back yet. ”

Xu Facheng was stunned, and glanced back at the empty mourning hall, except for a few unfamiliar faces, there was no Qin Kun at all.

"Master, is it wrong, I just looked at it, and there is no Qin in charge."

Pingfeng was stunned.

How can it be?

When Zhao Feng had just returned to his soul, Qin Kun was still lying inside!

It's gone in a blink of an eye?

In the direction of the stove room, suddenly a figure sat in the pavilion, holding a crockpot, scooping up the delicious food inside and shouting: "Brother Xu, looking for me?" ”

It was a nourishing meal prepared by the holy monk, Qin Kun ate with a mouth full of oil, and his expression was extremely comfortable.

"Qin Kun, when did you come out?"

Ge Zhan also stretched his neck and asked curiously, Qin Kun smiled slightly: "Just now, don't talk about it, let's take a shower first." Fatty, big lady, come and rub your back! ”