"I'm here, I don't care, he's him, I'm me, let's go our separate ways, you can call me Su Ma." After Ji Su Mahjong dried Jin Muxuan's feet, he left with a smile and a basin, and saw that the seven princes and silver dingding bells behind him were envious.

"Boy, you are so blessed, there is such a beautiful girl to wash your feet, and the old Taoist can't wait to be younger." The silver bell patted Jin Muxuan and said.

Jin Muxuan smiled when he heard this, and then settled at Su Ma's house, and not long after Su Ma's father also came back, he learned that the identity of Jin Muxuan and the three of them was polite again

When night fell, Village Chief Luo came to Su Ma's house and invited Jin Muxuan and the three of them to participate in the 'ceremony' activities, and this so-called 'ceremony' was held when acquaintances came to Shuangxi Village as guests.

Originally, Jin Muxuan wanted to find out about the hell, but he couldn't resist Village Chief Luo's enthusiasm, nodded and agreed, and followed Village Chief Luo to a open field, only to find that there were already low tables here, and there were already nearly thirty people sitting there.

Jin Muxuan knew that tonight was a bonfire sacrifice prayer meeting held for the Mid-Autumn Festival sacrifice next month, and the arrival of the three of them was also held together with the 'ceremony' activity.

The so-called ceremony is in front, as soon as the three of Jin Muxuan arrived, they were warmly welcomed by the villagers, and then the five flower girls invited Jin Muxuan to dance the 'ritual dance' together.

This dance looks a bit like jumping a pole, following the sound of everyone hitting the drums, holding the little hands of the girls, dancing together in the field, Jin Muxuan was a little embarrassed, and he was in a hurry, for fear of stepping on other people's feet, and Su Ma laughed at the bottom.

After the dance, Jin Muxuan fled in embarrassment, and then panted and said: "I'll drop it, I'm a big man, go dance this dance, I feel more tired than fighting with people." ”

Qigong and Yin Dingdang glanced at each other and shook their heads, but in their hearts, they thought that this kid was in the blessing and didn't know the blessing.

After the 'ceremony' ended, Jin Muxuan saw that the scene had changed, the original things had been removed, and the villagers got busy, and began to move large tables and stack them into a three-meter-high tripod platform, and then, seeing people who had been dressed as various hell Yin officials walked out from the side, it seems that this should be the sacrificial prayer ceremony.

From Fu Bo's mouth, Jin Muxuan knew that during the Mid-Autumn Festival next month, Sungai Village would hold an annual sacrifice meeting, in order to pray for peace, and hoped that on the day the gates of hell were opened, no disaster would be found in the village.

Jin Muxuan and the three of them were in time for the right time, they just came to Shuangxi Village, and they met this prayer ceremony, Jin Muxuan took the opportunity to ask Ji Suma, "Su Ma, what is this doing?" ”

"Alma, this is the prayer assembly that was opened for the sacrifice ceremony of the next month." While watching the excitement, Su Ma casually replied, Jin Muxuan saw the villagers who were busy with green, and the cow heads, pig heads, roosters, and peach plates used for prayer were placed on the prayer platform with yellow coats laid out.

Continuing to watch the ceremony, Jin Muxuan asked, "Su Ma, before you speak, why do you all say 'Ima', is it a mantra?" ”

Ji Su Ma was not impatient, and explained patiently, in Shuangxi Village, everyone will say 'Ama', which means to bless, the villagers believe in King Yama, and Yama is in their hearts, like a father.

The meaning of Manai's father, that is, the meaning of wishing Yama to bless, after Jin Muxuan heard it, he understood that this was the case, and sure enough, the world is so big, there are all kinds of strange customs.

Then Ji Suma said the intention of the ceremony, in Shuangxi Village, when the river is at the confluence, it will be divided into two sections, one stream is called Yin Creek by the villagers, and the other is Yang Creek, which is Shuangxi, hence the name of Shuangxi Village.

On the night of the full moon of the Mid-Autumn Festival every year, at the confluence of the Yin and Yang Sungai, there will be many lonely souls and wild ghosts who come out to do evil, so a month in advance, the village chief Luo will hold a prayer ceremony to bless the people of Sungai Village by holding the Mid-Autumn Festival sacrifice in January.

Jin Muxuan was not interested in what Su Ma said, his face was very flat, Su Ma probably guessed that Jin Muxuan might not believe it, and said with a pout: "I'm telling you, don't you don't believe it, ten years ago, I heard the miserable screams that came to hell?" ”

"Huh? Su Ma, what did you say? What's the sound?? Hearing Su Ma's last words, Jin Muxuan raised his eyebrows.

A hint of cunning flashed in Su Ma's eyes, he pulled the ponytail around his neck, and suddenly said loudly into Jin Muxuan's ear: "Ahhhh Ahhh Did you hear me clearly? ”

"......" Jin Muxuan immediately covered his ears, Nizi is going to murder, the beads of sweat hung down, and Su Ma pursed his lips and snickered when he saw this.

Jin Muxuan couldn't help but be curious: "Su Ma, you shouldn't have heard it wrong, could it be someone playing a prank, how can it be so evil as you say, people can still come out and yell when they die." ”

Ji Suma rolled his eyes when he heard this: "If you love to believe it, you can believe it, if you don't believe it, it's not just me, there are many people here who have met ghosts!" ”

"Met a ghost??" Jin Muxuan swallowed his saliva, goosebumps all over his body.

At this time, Village Chief Luo came over, heard the conversation between the two, stroked his beard three times, and nodded to Jin Muxuan: "What Ji Yatou said is true, not only that, but when I went to the intersection to fish, I also heard some frightening sounds. ”

Jin Muxuan turned his head to look at the Silver Dao Chief: "Silver Dao Chief, are there really ghosts in this world?" ”

Yin Ding Ling nodded and shook his head, did not answer, but looked at Jin Muxuan and asked, "Then do you think there is a ghost?" ”

Jin Muxuan naturally didn't believe that there were ghosts, shook his head, and the silver dingbell explained, and he explained to Jin Muxuan in a more scientific way.

Ghost In folklore, the soul of a person after death, and the soul will only become a ghost after a period of time (the first seven).

And from a scientific point of view, ghosts refer to two forms, and the relationship between ghosts and bodies is like the relationship between electromagnetic waves and walkie-talkies.

Ghost is a kind of magnetic field, a magnetic field with memory, people are divided into two parts: the body and the ghost, the body serves the ghost, the ghost depends on the body, and the existence of organs is to preserve the health of the body, so that the ghost does not disappear, which is also commonly known as the soul, and the scientific theory is brain waves.

"Golden boy, don't believe this thing, even the scientists of Lao Mei have done an experiment, and they found that after a person dies, the weight will be reduced at the first time, and the weight lost is the soul." Silver Ding Bell affirmed.

"Hell, brainwaves, weighted souls?" Jin Muxuan has three big heads, what is the situation, could it be that the hell he is looking for will not be the place where this kind of brain waves are concentrated, isn't that the so-called hell, referring to the place where the magnetic field is very abnormal?

At the moment, Jin Muxuan thought about it, but he didn't have any clue, the only thing he found was that these people seemed to have encountered strange things in the area of the Shuangxi confluence, and it was likely that the problem was in that place, and Jin Muxuan planned to go to the intersection early tomorrow morning to have a look.

Hearing Jin Muxuan's plan, Village Chief Luo shook his head faster than gongs and drums, and objected: "No, no, at that intersection, no villager dares to go there." ”

"Village Chief Luo, why is this?" Jin Muxuan said in a stunned voice.

Ji Suma took over the conversation at this time, and looked at Jin Muxuan with a scared look: "Here's the thing."

From Ji Suma's story, Jin Muxuan got a very terrible news, three years ago, at the confluence of the two streams, in the lower reaches of the river, in the area where the confluence was that year.

The breath of death came out to hell, and all the villagers within ten miles of the nearby place were decomposed and died overnight, and since that time three years ago, the Sungai confluence has been isolated, and no one has been there until now, so naturally they don't know what is going on inside.

The breath of death was the villagers' description of the situation, but in Jin Muxuan's ears, he felt that something was wrong, he didn't believe in any of the dark qi and yin qi.

In Jin Muxuan's heart, he thought that this strange incident was likely to be a highly poisonous gas, or similar to biological weapons, which was more accurate, so he planned to go to the bottom to see if the intersection was the so-called entrance to hell.

It's just that I still have to make some preparations for it, first of all, I have to convince these people, so as not to oppose it and blast myself out of Sungai Village, but it will be troublesome.

Now, from what he learned from the mouth of Village Chief Luo, Jin Muxuan knew that the place where the two streams meet, even if there is no danger, it is a place of poisonous gas, and if you want to go to such a dangerous place to investigate, a gas mask is indispensable.