As soon as the corpse monster left, the hall suddenly fell silent, and the yin men all looked at Feng Er, judging from their faces, everyone was very uneasy, after all, no one was sure that they were fighting against Wangtianya, and there was no one present who didn't know Wangtianya's name.

This person wants money and doesn't want to die, everywhere he goes, it's bloody, I originally thought that such a big devil would have died decades ago, but I didn't expect it to suddenly appear in Jiangdong, and what is even more terrifying is that such a weapon as the soul cone also fell into the hands of this person.

The soul cone is dedicated to injuring the soul, and the yin people gathered here are all soul bodies, once the soul body is injured, it is likely that they will become idiots for the rest of their lives, and everyone has to think about their own safety.

"Mr. Feng, it seems that Wangtianya is determined to disturb this troubled water, what can you do?" A shadow boy summoned up the courage to ask.

"Rank, Feng Mou has already lived and died from the moment he entered the Xuanmen, and the Xuanmen is a life of nine deaths, but the Tao does not exist, the demons are in chaos, if we stand by and watch, what face will we have to face the ancestral master?" Seal the second road.

Speaking of this, he paused and continued, Feng Er has decided, no matter what happens tonight, I will usher in the Chenghuang Official, with Zhenjiang East Taiping, if there is anyone who wants to quit now, Feng will not stop it.

"This, this is a fateful thing, in case the city god can't be invited, as soon as the ghost gate is opened, I can't wait to receive the order of the judge, how to guard the yin pass, if you let the ghosts make trouble in Jiangdong, then it will be impossible to escape the blame."

"That's right, there is no order, there is no order flag, as soon as the yin pass is opened, the four yin roads in Jiangdong must be a group of ghosts, if Wangtianya makes trouble at this time, it will be troublesome."

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"Seniors, I think you don't want to waste time here nagging, it's better to make up your mind early, just imagine if you invite the city god official, are you afraid that you won't be able to suppress the ghosts? If you don't invite the city god officer, there is no order to be called, how can you stop the fierce ghosts, yes, this is a non-negotiable question at all, only by ushering in the city god, can you keep Jiangdong, otherwise you are afraid that you will have to be busy in the future, you must know that Jiangdong has a history of more than 1,300 years, how many ghosts have not been reincarnated for more than 1,000 years, can you control the situation and turn the tide? I sneered and said loudly to the noisy gloom present.

Only then did the yin men focus their eyes on me, and when they saw that I was dressed in a black robe, wearing a mask, and my tone was arrogant, I couldn't get through it for a while.

"Who are you, and where are you qualified to speak here?"

There are many hot-tempered people in the shadows, and they shouted at me and asked.

I had an idea and said proudly: "I am Zhang Zhengyun's personal disciple, I don't know if I have the qualifications to speak." ”

"What?" Everyone present was shocked! Many people hurriedly bent down and bowed down.

In fact, I don't know who Zhang Zhengyun is, the old ancestor said that if he reported this name, even a centuries-old ghost like Gao Gonggong has to give three points of face, not to mention these little sconsins.

"How, how is it possible, isn't the old man already ...... Heavenly Master?"

"Lord Yan Jun has disappeared for nearly a hundred years, how can there be a personal disciple?"

"If his old man is really alive, Jiangdong will definitely be hopeful!"

"Yan Jun?" My ears moved, could it be said that the eighth prince was the Yan Jun of the previous generation, this, this is impossible, if he is Yan Jun, the saint of Xuanmen, how can he not even break my seal.

No, it's definitely not the old eighth prince, the dignified Yan Jun should be called a flower, and besides, his old man's surname is Hong and his surname is not Zhang, how can it be Zhang Zhengyun?

"Please be quiet, it doesn't matter who I am, the important thing is to ask the column to make a decision quickly!" I said.

In fact, those who have a little conscience and a sense of responsibility know that this is already an unavoidable thing, and I moved out of the name of Zhang Zhengyun, just to enhance their self-confidence and encourage morale.

"Ahem! Ranked, it has been less than three hours, if you are willing to meet the city god with the old man tonight, the old man is very honored, if you don't want to, the old man is not forced to stay, please take care of it. Feng Er cleared his throat, picked up the tea bowl, and took a sip.

We are willing to welcome the city god with Mr. Feng! It didn't take long for someone to chim.

After a while, there were about seventy or eighty yin people left, and the rest left the store with shameful faces, after all, everyone has their own ambitions, and Feng Er didn't stay much.

Okay, please follow me to Beishan, set up the City God Temple, announce the five-color flag, issue the order, respectfully invite the City God, and seal the second stroke.

Walking out of the store, the street was closed early, and many shops were placed in front of the statue of Guan Gong, the door god, the stone lion and other evil spirits, for fear that the ghosts of the passing ghosts would enter the store and affect their luck.

Out of the suburbs, the North Gate Bridge is pitch black, and you don't have to think that the little ghosts guarding the bridge have already run away, these bridge guarding ghosts were some migrant workers or death row prisoners who repaired the bridge before their deaths.

From ancient times to the present, when building roads, bridges, temples, and expeditions, you will see blood and light sacrificing wild ghosts and evil gods, especially when the construction is completed, and the sinkhole is often filled with living people.

Even if this custom is still retained in many places, often when the construction is completed, some accidents will occur, and the person who died in the accident is very angry and resentful, and is used by the feng shui master to live the soul and reincarnate in the bridge forever.

These ghosts are the ghosts guarding the bridge and the temple, if they meet the patrol of the king of Hades, Zhong Tianshi, and the emperor of Dongyue, they may be able to reincarnate with a little aura or two.

These little ghosts are not very yin, so every July and a half or people with heavy anger will avoid it, of course, the conscientious bridge guards will also save people.

There was a faint fire on the bridge, and when you got closer, you could see that some people were burning paper money and worshiping their ancestors.

"When is it, still burning paper, isn't this looking for death?" Someone in the shadow shouted, but they are all souls, how can ordinary people see it, in their eyes it is just Mr. Feng and me.

Qin Jian, you persuade them to go back, don't stay here, become a substitute for the dead! Feng Er frowned.

I walked over to the people who burned the paper, they were kneeling on the ground crying and worshipping, if there was usually a judge, it would be fine, the order of the ghost path was respectful, and the burned paper would also be collected by the ghosts of the Yin Gang organization in order, but now these papers and sacrifices they burned can only be taken by lonely souls and wild ghosts, and may even endanger their lives.

Hey, get out of here, big night, don't freeze kids. I walked up to a woman with a child and bowed down.

"Mom, I'm afraid, I'm afraid!" When the child saw me dressed in black robes and wearing a Yaksha Shura mask, he cried in fright.

I realized that I was almost like a ghost now, looked at the cute child, and said with a wry smile: "Let's go, people can't be resurrected after death, the living are the most important, and if you don't leave, it's too late." ”

"You're insane!" A few paper-burning men next to me came over with sad faces and grabbed me by the collar.

The more yin qi prevails, everyone's heart will be affected, and the temper will become violent, I can understand the grief in their hearts, the longing for their loved ones, but now is not the time to explain to them.

I snorted coldly, opened my half-squinted eyes, and the blood-red pupils with the yin qi on my body, like a god of death, grabbed the butt of my clothes and sat on the ground.

"The door of the seventh ghost is open in July, life and death are slim, and the Yaksha travels north, south, west, and east, and if you don't leave, don't blame me for not reminding!" I quickly took out a piece of talisman paper from my pocket, made up two sentences randomly, and the fingers moved the talisman without fire and spontaneously combusted.

"Yaksha, Lord Yaksha apparilates...... Hurry, go! "The people who burned the paper were so frightened by me that they were all shocked, put away the incense wax, and ran away in a hurry.

"Haha, that's it!" I was so sad in my heart, and I smiled bitterly at Feng Erdao.

In fact, I am far more scary than ghosts, most of them can't see ghosts, ghosts don't avoid people, but I have to hide in this mask and heavy cloak.

Feng Er patted me on the shoulder, he understood what I was thinking, and smiled and said with relief: "Yaksha, what is wrong with Yaksha, traveling to the white side at night, jealousy and hatred, punishing evil and promoting good, with a fierce and ugly face, but he has the heart of the ancestor who is virtuous, Qin Jian, you will be called Yaksha in the future, haha!" ”

I lowered my head and lit a cigarette, smiled slightly, and followed Mr. Feng towards Beishan.

In the distance, I heard the child's childish voice, "Mother, who is Lord Yaksha?" ”

The mother said, "Master Yaksha, he is a good person who catches ghosts, but he also eats children, and when he sees Lord Yaksha, he will hide, you know?" ”

"Mom, then I will also be the master of Yaksha in the future, so that no one will dare to bully us......"

I don't know, a joke, after tonight, the name of the Yaksha, no one knows, no one knows, in the future it will be the most terrible name of Yin Si and Xuanmen!

Following Mr. Feng, the group went up to Beishan, which is also the crematorium, the place where the yin qi of the entire Jiangdong is the heaviest.

On the north mountain, the sky is gray, layers of clouds cover the sky and the moon, especially on the top of the north mountain, the clouds seem to be all piled together, and a huge whirlpool cloud is formed, the wind is howling, the cold is pressing, far more gloomy than usual.

Sigh! I have been a yin in Jiangdong for decades, and I have never seen such a dense yin whirlpool, the yin qi is so heavy, I am afraid that there will be more ghosts this year, a yin qi sighed.

The other yin qi are also shocked, they have lived in Jiangdong for a long time, and they have been dry yin for some years, and they have experienced countless times on the seventh day of July, but such a celestial phenomenon has never been seen before.

Mr. Feng frowned, looked up at the moon and sighed, could it be that the Yin Si is also messed up? When the ghost gate is closed, Yan Jun, Heavenly Master, and Emperor Jun will use the moon to check the movements of the mortal world to prevent chaos from happening.

However, the moonlight on July 7 this year is not only not as prosperous as before, but it is dim, and the big thing is not good.

Feng Er sighed in his heart, but the steps under his feet became more and more firm, and he walked to the top of the North Mountain, he led the Yin Qi with a strong breath, swept to the peak, and tried to the altar at the top of the North Mountain, and could clearly see the four yin passes of the entire Jiangdong, southeast, northwest, and northwest.