The bell carried the dead man on his back, and everyone fell silent, men, women, and children all turned on their flashlights to light the road in front of him. The light pierced the darkness and formed a path of light and shadow, and Xie Ling stepped on these lights and slowly walked towards the mountain temple. There was no noise, silently flashlights, and followed behind.

The living treasure of the copper lock was unusually at this time, his expression was serious, his eyes seemed to be red, and he breathed a sigh of relief and said: Liu Yang, you have a woman who loves you in your life, you have bizarre and strange experiences, and after death, there are many masters who will light the way forward for you, you are not in vain.

I asked in a low voice in disbelief: Could it be that the person who unravels the bell is what you often call Liu Yang?

Precisely. Copper Lock Road: The man in the black windbreaker is called Li Yang, and he is Liu Yang's best friend. Now he and Wang Xiaoyu are taking care of Liu Yang's body together.

Flesh? I swallowed: Where did Liu Yang's soul go?

Copper Lock Dao: He is an underground worker, he goes to Lord Yama every day to check in, and works in the underworld.

He's dead? I asked, isn't it death to work in the Netherworld?

Copperlock didn't continue the conversation, pulling me along with the crowd. At the end of the parking lot is a staircase of about 100 floors, go up the steps, is the apse of Chaoyang Temple, yellow bricks and red tiles, the gate is painted, there are two popular couplets on both sides of the majestic temple gate: the morning bell and dusk drum wake up the world's fame and fortune, and the sound of the Buddha horn recalls the people in the dream of the bitter sea.

There was already a monk at the gate who was waiting for a long time. The temple gate is open, the temple is lit up, and the incense burner in front of the main hall is still misty and misty. We all rushed in, and another monk made a gesture to follow him.

We walked around the main hall and through rows of low monks' houses. The repair here is really good, the law is solemn, the momentum is magnificent, the details are particularly outstanding, the wind chimes are hung under the eaves, the night breeze blows, the bells ring, the sound is extremely ethereal, people have a feeling of detachment.

I originally thought that Luang Po Ban was in this temple, but we actually went out of the temple through the side door. There is a man-made road that leads to an old temple on the opposite hillside. Walked for about 20 minutes to pass, this temple is really old, the wall is grassy, the roof tiles are aging, especially the gate looks rusty, but there is another hole inside.

There were already many people waiting at the gate, including monks and laymen, and the lights were lit in front of the temple, shining as if it were day. When these people saw us coming, they gathered around us and shook hands with each other to show affection, as if a large army had assembled. These people are probably believers or workers.

Walking into this old temple, there is a huge shrine enshrined in the hall, on which sits a man with black hair and white face, who looks like a scholar and a Confucian general, chic and elegant with a murderous atmosphere, and a deep sorrow hidden in his eyebrows and eyes. As soon as he saw this statue, Xiaohui couldn't help but kneel in front of the shrine and cry, kowtowing three times: Marshal Zhongtan, Xiaohui, the servant boy under the seat of the third prince, kowtowed to you, I haven't seen your old man for a long time, I miss you so much.

With Xiaohui's bowing, all the members of the Longpo class plopped down and knelt on the ground, and the men and women said in unison: Marshal Zhongtan, Longpo Ban Jieling, Longpo Banjie Nanhua, Longpo Ban Xiaoxue, Longpo Ban Lai Ying, Longpo Ban He Tianzhen, Longpo Ban Yuantong, these people signed up one by one, and reported to Yuantong, this monk said to the two dragons around him: Second donor, it's your turn to do the following.

Erlong's face is red: Is there really me?

Xie Ling said loudly in front: Erlong, as soon as you enter the dragon mother's class, you are my brother, and you don't need a mother-in-law.

Erlong's blood was boiling, his face turned red, and he shouted loudly: Longpo Ban Erlong!

The last eight people said together: All the Lungpo class worship the Marshal of Zhongtan in the same door!

Everyone stood up one after another, and the atmosphere was even more harmonious, and everyone patted and slapped the two dragons to express their affection. Erlong was so excited that he was about to cry.

Xie Ling arched his hand to everyone and said: Everyone, thank you for your support. All the students in the Long Po class have it, and they start to make up and paint their faces.

In the center of the hall were a number of red benches, which were of a very ancient style and were rarely seen now. Each of the people in the Luang Po class had a stool and lay on it. The stools were so narrow, but the men lay very steadily. The staff brought all kinds of paints, lifted the brush, and began to paint the faces of the masters in the Long Po class.

White as the base, red hook edge, gold topping, including He Tianzhen, the little girl, her face is also painted with heavy ink, not for a long time, the general shape of the face has been outlined. It's a bit like a Peking Opera mask, but it's not that complicated. The face of the Long Po class, most of the expressions are angry and angry, and the face is solemn, and at first glance it is the god of demon subjugation.

In less than an hour, all eight people had finished drawing, stood up one after another, and all of them were together, and everyone changed.

We, the outsiders, stood at the entrance of the temple, looking at them dumbfounded, and the copper lock swallowed even more, and kept chattering obediently. The expressions of these eight people's faces are majestic with a little tragedy, maybe I am too sensitive, I always feel that the faces of these people are full of the heroism of going to death and burning, although the eyes are angry, the corners of the eyes and eyebrows are full of attachment and reluctance to Hongchen.

Xie Ling, who had a big red face, slowly took a step out and shouted to the sky: Demon subjugation

A man with a golden face also took a step forward and shouted: Go to death and listen to the voice This is Xie Nanhua.

Immediately followed by Xiaohui: For me

Lai Ying's sweet female voice sounds very solemn at this time: whatever you want

Ji Shihe shouted innocently.

For the sake of the nostalgia followed by light snow.

For me, Yuantong's voice is very strict, without a trace of banter.

The last thing to do is Erlong. Erlong's chest rose and fell excitedly, almost with tears in his eyes, and he shouted out every word.

Under the night sky, eight people stood majestically together, with a brightly lit temple behind them, and everyone present did not speak, and only the sound of the cold mountain wind could be heard in their ears.

Somehow, the corners of my eyes were a little moist, and some of the ice in my heart was melting. This kind of scene is also the first time to see the copper lock, and the shock to him is also quite great, he suddenly shouted: You are all heroes! A true hero!

Xie Ling waved his hand, signaling him not to make noise, and slowly shouted: Open the road drum!

There are two staff members who carry big drums on their shoulders, holding big drumsticks, and beat on the cowhide drums, making a dull and deep sound, how far can it be heard in the middle of the night, and the surrounding mountains echo, it seems that the whole night sky is stimulated with a strong and fierce taste.

The drum beat three ways, and the bell shouted again: Zhenwei whistle!

As soon as the words fell, someone blew a sharp whistle from some corner, the whistle was clear, sharp and thin, like drinking a sip of chilled bamboo leaf green, the cold ran down the throat to the stomach and then returned to the heart, and when it reached the heart, it became a blazing fire, burning people comfortably, burning people warmly, and I couldn't wait to sing a song.

The whistle also sounded three times, and it swooped into the sky, and I was dizzy when I heard it.

Xie Ling shouted again: Hang the lamp!

Around the old temple, before and after, left and right, all the lights went out at the same time, and it was dark for a moment, and then suddenly several red lanterns lit up, fluttering, dark red and ambiguous, and the marshal of the middle altar on the shrine was not so solemn and terrifying.

The eight members of the Long Po class gathered in a group and approached a side gate in the old temple. Jieling used the key to open the door, and there was no light in the black hole.

Xie Ling shouted: Over the sedan chair, please God.

The eight of them walked into the dark door together. At this time, someone lit 10,000 firecrackers in the open space outside the temple, crackling like the New Year. It was cold at night, and the girls were holding their ears with cold air, reflecting the firecrackers flashing all over the ground, and their faces were red.

The copper lock was fascinated, and his eyes became a slit. I leaned over and shouted: They set off firecrackers like this, don't the monks of Chaoyang Temple have any opinion?

Brass Lock shouted: What?! The sound of firecrackers was too loud, and it took him a long time to hear it clearly, and said: It should be okay, don't you see, when we came in, we passed through Chaoyang Temple, and the monks there must have known in advance. It's okay, let's do it.

At this time, from the secret door, eight people came out carrying a red sedan chair. There is a red chair on the eight-carried sedan chair with a statue of a god on it. This is a black-faced woman dressed in yellow, with clear eyebrows and beautiful eyes, handsome and flying, but her face is too dark, like an African. The woman's sitting posture was very strange, her upper body leaned forward slightly, and her lower body shrunk into a ball covered by a yellow canopy, and she didn't know what was inside.

The eight-person sedan chair walked out of the main hall and walked by with 10,000 firecrackers, the smoke around them was steaming, and they seemed to have stepped through the void from another world.

Eight people, a big sedan chair stood still, the firecrackers gradually ran out, and just when Wan Lai returned to silence, something suddenly happened.

Lai Ying suddenly came out of the team without getting the command, her body swaying back and forth, her head shaking like a rattle, as if she had suddenly gone crazy. She has a tattooed face, and she is doing such a series of actions on this cold night, which is really terrifying to watch.