July Orchid Bun Shi Dade; A feast of water and land ghosts.

Seeing the two couplets hanging out at the gate of Guobei County, Wang Zheng suddenly understood why the old monk fought so hard in the final battle, and even the old demon of Montenegro could run out of the underworld to fight.

July 15th Midyear Festival!

In ancient China, the fifteenth day of January, July and October was called Shangyuan, Zhongyuan and Xiayuan: Shangyuan is the day of blessing of heavenly officials, Zhongyuan is the day of forgiveness of sins by local officials, and Xiayuan is the day of relief of misfortune by water officials. Therefore, it will be in the middle of the Yuan to purify the lonely soul and wild ghosts. The Midyear Festival is also known as the "Halloween Festival". It is the day when the ghost gate of the legendary underworld is closed.

On this day, whether rich or poor, they should prepare wine, food, and paper money to pay tribute to the deceased to show their remembrance of their deceased ancestors.

The festival is generally seven days, with the first three days to pay tribute to the new dead who died within three years, and the last three days to pay tribute to the old dead who have died for more than three years.

The time to burn paper money is chosen in the dead of night, first sprinkle a few circles in the yard with lime, saying that the paper money is burned in the circle, and the lonely ghosts dare not come to rob it, and then burn it in a pile, and when burning, the mouth will keep chanting: "So-and-so came to receive the money." "In the end, I had to burn a bunch outside the circle, saying that it was for lonely souls and wild ghosts. On the day when the deceased go back, both rich and poor must make a good meal to honor the deceased, also known as "sending the dead".

On the night of the Midyear Festival, the dragon and lion dances and singing big operas in the open streets, and the people locked the family at home behind closed doors to prevent the children from getting angry, saying that the big drama is sung to the ghosts, if you go to listen, after the third watch, you will follow the ghosts back to the underworld, and you will never go back to the yang world.

Emperor Wu of Liang was superstitious because of his own superstition. According to the ritual of the "Buddha Says the Bon Sutra", the Bon Festival was created, and then it was vigorously advocated, and people from all walks of life followed it. By the time of the Tang Dynasty, the people not only attached importance to the Bon Festival, but also the scene was grand. The Song Dynasty followed the Tang Dynasty, and the Bon Festival was also very popular among the people, so even in this season of war and chaos, people did not forget to take advantage of this time to be lively.

Pinched his fingers to count the days, and looked at the fresh stubble on the couplet plaque. Go without saying. Today is the first day of the Midyear Festival, July 12. No wonder the streets are bustling with people.

At this time, the rain in the sky has stopped, and Guobei County is shouting to buy and sell, a noisy and lively scene. People are next to each other, everyone is crowded. If you don't look at the fierce faces of the people on the street and the swords, guns and halberds everywhere. It really has a bit of the charm of a temple fair.

Wang Zheng waved his hand, and the team rode into the city.

In the crowded streets of this small county town, a team of sixty or seventy people squeezed in, and suddenly broke a road in the crowd. The people on both sides squeaked and screamed, and the collision immediately led to a variety of scolding.

"Hey, you dare to step on my foot? Lose money quickly! Or I'll show you the nine rings on my hand! ”

"Nine rings? Lao Tzu of the eighteen rings has also seen it, and he can eat it as a meal, do you dare to slander me? This one put the sword out, and his elbow hit the head of the one behind him, which was not light, and the one behind him fell down with a bang.

This fell down a large area, and when he hurriedly fluffed with his hands, it wasn't something to catch. So when he fell to the ground, he was still pulling a piece of cloth and a belt from someone's pants in his hand.

The innocent and implicated large number of people didn't do it, and even got up on the ground, ignoring the mud on their upper bodies from the ground that had just rained, and pulled out the weapons they carried with them, staring at the two culprits. But where to get it early, people are not stupid, they can't take care of it when they see that things are not good, and they run away.

They made a fuss, Wang Zheng's horse team had already gone far away, the place was spacious, but a group of people stared at each other for a long time, and finally I don't know who started to scold and put away their weapons, and with a fierce face, they stared at everyone who came towards them, and continued to move forward slowly.

It's like a scene of demons dancing wildly.

Wang Zheng sat on his horse and looked at the series of riots of all kinds caused by his horse team, and couldn't help but shake his head.

This plane is really characteristic, this people are like bandits, so brave and ruthless, there are still people living in the town. For people who pretend to be fierce all over the street, Wang Zheng is a little funny. What are the real villains like and where have these little people seen them, they can only show their ruthlessness and hard to mess with according to the appearance of the usual bullies and a little imagination of themselves.

Since this way of doing things is popular in this plane, Wang Zheng is also ready to follow the customs.

The long line stopped in front of the only big restaurant in the center of the county that looked a little artistic, and the young man who was guarding the door and kicked a young man who asked for food with a smile on his face, nodded and said to the white ghost in the front: "Uncle!" It doesn't matter if you're a top hitter or staying in a hotel! When you come to our restaurant, even if the masters are all right. In our Guobei County, how can anyone who doesn't know the name of my proud building, these two days happen to be the Bon Festival, we are so lively......"

"Shut up!" Although the white ghost is usually not taciturn, in the nature of a ninja, he still doesn't like to talk. During the rise of the cobra, he asked the target before the mission, and spent most of the rest of the time in zazen. At this time, he suddenly heard a series of nonsense in Xiao Er's mouth, how could he not get bored in his heart, and after interrupting him with a burst of drinking, he said coldly: "Drive out all the guests in your restaurant, our lord will rest here for a few days!" ”

"Oh! …… Yes? The young man opened his mouth wide, instinctively pulled out the dagger on his waist, and wanted to get angry twice as usual, but suddenly found that more than a dozen people on the other side were looking at him and sneering. A cool breeze came out of the back of his head, and the whole person suddenly felt excited, and quickly nodded and echoed twice, and ran inside.

He's usually cross-rattling, but he's not stupid. Seeing so many people in Wang Zheng, he naturally didn't dare to blow up the stab.

Wang Zheng saw the original plot and knew the urine nature of these people in Guobei County, so he didn't think that they would be obedient at all, so he waved his hand directly and asked his soldiers to dismount and rush in.

At this time, a group of stunned drinkers with big knives rushed out under the guidance of the young man, scolding and looking around.

"Eat a melon and eat a bed bug! Lao Tzu is drinking well inside, I think which bastard dares to tell Lao Tzu to get out, and he doesn't ask who I am Liu Erdan? See if I don't put ......"

Seeing forty or fifty soldiers wearing armor and holding blood-shining broadswords with cold eyes, the noisy voices of this group of people instantly fell silent, and their bodies stiffened, with a little trembling and infinite remorse, and they retreated back one by one.

Wang Zheng glanced at the young man who was mixed in the team, and the corners of his mouth hooked slightly.

Yes, I also know how to spread rumors and make trouble, with the help of external forces. It's just that the brain is not very good!

The white ghost strode forward with the team, and without drawing his sword, he went up and gave a big mouth to a drinker, and while knocking him away, he took his eyebrow stick in his hand with a hook of his wrist. He played a stick up and down, and led the soldiers into the crowd like a tiger and a flock of sheep.

"Ahh

"Oops! Oh my god! ”

"Brother spare his life!"

As the screams of various styles came out, seven or eight drinkers were instantly blasted into the sky, and they fell out of the gate directly with their broken copper and iron.

In just a few tens of seconds, this large group of drinkers were all piled up at the gate of the restaurant, leaving only the young man shivering, clutching his small dagger tightly, looking at the white ghost like a mouse seeing a cat.

The white ghost shook his eyebrows, and the large bluestone on the ground suddenly fell apart. Through the top of the young man's head, looking at the drinkers who had just been probing their brains in the restaurant, and now they were all silent, they said word by word: "Get out-out-come!" ”

The soldiers behind him slowly cracked a road, and the drinkers in the restaurant usually bragged and were ruthless, where had they seen such a ruthless person, and when they saw the other party open their mouths for the second time, they dared to stay for a while, and they all ran out with rolling and crawling. Not to mention the knives, guns and sticks used to show off his might, even if he dropped his shoes and trouser belts, he didn't dare to pick them up, and rushed out of the gate like a swarm, and scattered in the blink of an eye. (To be continued......)