Hongxing rudder.

The small building surrounded by trees is no longer full of people in the past.

The Midyear Festival is a ghost festival, even if the villains in the community are not afraid of the sky and the earth on weekdays, they will be restrained.

In the open space in front of the small building, there is a huge water and land platform with a width of nine meters.

There is a large tripod in front of the platform.

One by one, the usually vicious people on the road stepped forward respectfully, planted incense and prayed.

The smoke gathered with the unseen power of luck above their heads.

This is a gathering of eleven people in Hongxing, although it is only eleven people, but each person has one side in his hand, and he has the blessings and misfortunes of thousands of people, so the power of incense and luck contributed is commendable.

Jiang Tiansheng, who was next to the platform, had thin cheeks, and asked in a low voice to the junior brother next to him, "What about Gan Zitai, didn't you inform him of Hongxing's big festival tonight?" ”

The younger brother looked embarrassed, Gan Zitai is the speaker of Hung Hing Tsim Sha Tsui, it stands to reason that this kind of big day must not be absent.

"I was informed, but my men watched him go to the Sham Shui Po Police Station."

Sham Shui Po Police Station?

Jiang Tiansheng frowned, what was Gan Zitai doing there?

But he didn't even come to the Midyear Festival, and Gan Zitai couldn't stay!

The fierceness in his eyes flashed.

On the platform, the spell of the master wearing a blue Taoist robe paper fan also happened to reach its peak.

He pointed to the pool in front of him, and on top of it was a small boat, which was only three feet in size, but it had the shape of a god, and in front of the boat was a lotus lamp.

The lights were reddish, burning in the silence of the night.

"Zhongyuan Pudu, the magic lamp leads the way, welcomes the yin official, and enjoys the sacrifice."

"Disciple Zhang Yan, I respectfully ask the reincarnation hall to be the seventh grade of the birth of the left master Bo Yin for a long life."

Although it was July 15 when the ghost gate was opened, even if the ghost came from the netherworld, it could only stay for one day.

But after so many years, there are always some loopholes that can be exploited.

If there is a Taoist in the human world to cast a spell to lead, then the ghost officials can come a day or two in advance, and when they leave, they can also delay for a day or two, and enjoy the incense in the world.

With the casting of the paper fan, a spiral vortex suddenly appeared under the originally calm pool water, as if a small hole had leaked in the pool water.

The vortex grew bigger and bigger, and it directly swept the small boat into the bottomless darkness.

And as the boat disappeared, a Yin official wearing a dark blue official uniform also appeared on the altar, and he followed his retinue on the left and right.

The middle person, holding a bookbook and a short beard, is about forty years old, wearing a black gauze hat with wings, and looks like an ancient.

The two on the left and right, with black hoods on their heads, can't see their appearance clearly, but they are burly and inhuman.

The muscles were as strong as mountains, nearly three meters tall, and huge black chains were wrapped around their shoulders and waist.

When the paper fan saw the visitor, he immediately stepped forward with a smile and said, "Lord Yin, don't come to harm?" ”

Yin Changshou saw that it was a paper fan, and he also arched his hand and said, "Thank you for please." ”

He was also very polite to the paper fan.

Every year in the middle of July, it is fat to come to the world to enjoy incense, and even among the Yin Division, there are countless ghosts competing for places in various places.

If it weren't for someone in the world, take a step in advance, even if he was the left master of the reincarnation hall of the seventh grade, and he held the real power to increase the life expectancy of mortals, he might not be able to come up.

The paper fan smiled slightly, stretched out his hand, and silently recited the mantra of Gan Lin, and the power of the incense and luck condensed in front of the Dao platform suddenly turned into a table full of wine and meat, and he swallowed his saliva when he saw Yin Changshou.

The gloom is silent, there is no great sun to shine, even if they are low-grade yin officials, there is no good food on weekdays, and only really high-ranking judges, patrolling everywhere, can enjoy fine wine and food day and night.

The paper fan also saw Yin Changshou's impatience, and introduced Yin Changshou, "This is Mr. Jiang from Hong Xingxin's hall, and I am here to drink a few glasses of wine with the adults today." ”

Yin Changshou looked at Jiang Tiansheng and nodded secretly, this person did have a bit of energy, so he arched his hand and said, "The beautiful scenery of a good day, with a good friend invited, it is really beautiful." ”

Jiang Tianchang was good at dancing, and hurriedly invited Yin Changsheng to sit down and drink.

The dishes have five flavors, and the wine has passed three rounds.

Jiang Tiansheng said with a smile, "My Hongxing affairs have disturbed the Netherworld Righteous God, recently I want to build a reincarnation hall in the port capital to worship ghosts and gods, what does Lord Yin think?" ”

Yin Changshou held his wine glass, and his pale face flushed.

However, although the wine is intoxicating, he is not drunk, and immediately knows the elegance of the strings.

With his personality, even if Jiang Tiansheng repaired the temple for him alone, he would not dare to accept it, which was a proper trespass.

But if a wheel hall is built, the position of his attendant can be said and hands and feet can be done.

Yin Changshou stroked his beard and said, "This is a great goodness, worship the ghosts and gods, and there will be protection." ”

However, he also knew that this Wheel Hall was not so easy to put in his hands, so he drank a glass of wine to himself, "But the ghosts and gods are blessed, it can only be a netherworld, and we can't control this mortal matter." ”

Paper Fan Zhang smiled slightly, picked up the wine glass and said, "Definitely won't trouble adults." ”

Yin Changshou is an old fritter in officialdom, and he said, "It's a big trouble if it's not troublesome." ”

Just as Jiang Tiansheng was about to continue speaking, he saw a faint cloud covering the snow-white moonlight high in the sky.

The clouds flew very low, and with the eyes of Yin longevity and paper fans, they could see the essence of the clouds in an instant.

A majestic and heroic young man, riding a black biao, holding a beauty, hanging a sword obliquely, parading on a moonlit night, and hundreds of Yin soldiers behind him.

As if sensing the gaze here, the young man glanced at the place.

Looking down condescendingly, instantly made Yin Changshou angry.

Boom.

The wine glass in his hand fell heavily on the table, and his voice was no longer as drunk as before, with a little coldness, "Who is that person, why do you dare to lead the Yin Soldiers on night patrol?" ”

Paper fan Zhang's heart is ecstatic.

Lin Mosheng, Lin Mosheng.

It's really a narrow road.

He sighed and said, "If I'm not mistaken, it should be Lin Mosheng under the Yin Yang City God Seat." ”

"Yin Yang City God?"

Yin Changshou silently raised the empty wine glass, uncertain for a while.

Paper Fan Zhang took the opportunity to say, "I don't know where the city god came from, and he has seized the territory of the Yin Yang Old Ghost, one of the thirty-six ghost kings, and has been recruiting troops recently, which has a great intention of expansion." ”

Then he looked at Yin Changshou respectfully, "Could it be that this is what Yin Si means, wanting to support a Fu Chenghuang here in the Hong Kong capital?" ”

How is it possible to support a Fu Chenghuang here in the Hong Kong capital!

If the port capital is not a demon running around, how can they have so many offerings every year, just one city to worship, which is equivalent to the power of one province in other places.

Yin Changshou snorted coldly, "Why haven't I heard about this?" ”

Paper Fan nodded, "Yes, I heard that the Yin Yang City God and Maoshan Dao are mixed together, and it seems that the plan is very big. ”

Maoshan Road, Yin Changshou pinched the wine glass, so it was.

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Sham Shui Po Police Station.

The wise monk hurried and hurried, and finally arrived after the end of the battle.

He had listened to Kim McGee's words before, so he had been staying at the Wan Chai Police Station.

But who thought that Lin Mosheng didn't go to the Wan Chai Police Station at all, and after receiving a call from Ah Chung, he went directly to the morgue, and then solved Michiko and others.

In the middle of the night, the wise monk found that there was a big battle here, but when he came here, Lin Mosheng had already finished cleaning the battlefield and took hundreds of Yin soldiers to swim at night.

He only saw Stephen Chow, who had a gloomy face and cleaned up the stall.

After a friendly exchange with Leon, a neurotic, he finally decided to change his ways, and Wei Lin Sir took the lead.

Otherwise, he was afraid that Lin Mosheng would really lock him and Leon in a ward.

When the wise monk saw Stephen Zhou, he hurriedly stepped forward and asked, "Donor, did you see the big battle that happened here just now?" Have you ever seen a very heroic-looking young man, by the way, he is Lin Mosheng, the gun god of Wan Chai. ”

Stephen Zhou put away the dishes and chopsticks, and said reluctantly, "You're talking about Lin Mosheng Lin sir, right?" ”

The wise monk immediately nodded, "Yes, what about others?" ”

"It's time to call it a day."

"What do you mean?"

"Literally, call it a day."

The wise monk's fat face froze, and his expression was immediately sad.

suffered, it turned out that Uncle Shi asked him to come to the Sham Shui Po Police Station for this purpose.

Of course, he knew about the Japanese ghosts sealed by the Sham Shui Po Police Station.

If he seals the Japanese demon at the Sham Shui Po Police Station again tonight, he can help Lin Mosheng by the side.

Naturally, he will have good causes, and after he can see the wonderful methods of Buddhism, he will have the opportunity to cross the door.

But, I seem to have gotten rid of it.

How can this be explained to Uncle Shi?

Suddenly, the wise monk looked at Stephen Zhou, who was closing the stall.

This mortal, no, the benefactor can experience the crying of a hundred ghosts without worrying about it.

It is in line with the fearless heart of Buddhism.

It has a relationship with Lin Mosheng, which can be regarded as fate.

The wise monk subconsciously used his fate to look at Stephen Zhou.

I saw a brilliant and bright appearance.

But what is in the light, he can't see clearly.

The wise monk's eyes lit up when he saw it.

The person in front of him is also a good material for being a monk!

I can't cross Lin Mosheng by myself, if I can cross this donor back to the mountain gate, it can be regarded as an explanation.

He hurriedly stopped Stephen Zhou and clasped his hands together, "Donor, do you believe in the Buddha?" ”

Stephen Zhou, who had been angry all night, trembled when he heard this.

The wise monk Zhizhu held it in his hand, and smiled reservedly, even if I want to cross the river, you don't have to be so excited.

He whispered a Buddha name, "Donor, you must know that the sea of suffering is boundless, turning back is the shore, the red dust is like a prison, and the Buddha crosses the Three Treasures." ”

The next moment, a fist was directly imprinted on the wise monk's eye socket, "I believe in Master Sanqing!" ”

The wise monk sighed, covered his eyes and retreated, "Even if the donor doesn't believe in the Buddha, he can't punch the monk's treasure, and he will go to hell after death." ”

"Hell?" Stephen Zhou puffed up his fist, and knocked down on the bright bald head of the wise monk with a brain meltdown.

Today I want to let you, the bald donkey, know what it means to be a heavenly official and go down to earth, and there are no taboos.

I can't clean up Lin Mosheng's killing god, I can't clean up Leon's neurotic, can't I clean up your bald donkey!

Seeing that Stephen Zhou was really here, the wise monk pulled up his monk's robe and ran quickly, shouting as he ran.

"It's not that I don't cross the world."

Before he could finish shouting, he was caught up by Stephen Zhou again, knocking on a brain melon, making a sound like a wooden fish.

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The next day, Lin Mosheng slept soundly until noon before getting up.

After getting up, go to the police station to register for a number, and then come to the Chenghuang Temple on Yinyang Road.

I accompanied Ye Guhong to swim all night last night, and of course Su Pan couldn't be left behind.

Hey, men are so tired sometimes.

Of course, the most important thing is to sort out the gains and losses.

The first is the casualty of the Yin soldiers, because the Yin Soul has a special physique, so minor injuries and serious injuries will not be disabled, and they only need to recuperate.

Fortunately, in the end, Stephen Zhou, the king of the stove, not only helped him treat the injuries of his subordinates, but also helped the yin spirits condense the yin body, and even sent the rewards together.

It's a pity that last night's Japanese murder ghost was not paper after all.

In addition, if he fought more with less, even if he and Gan Zitai resisted most of the pressure, the Yin soldiers were also seriously damaged, and there were hundreds of Yin soldiers all at once.

Of the three hundred Yin soldiers that had been raised with great difficulty, there were only two hundred left, and more than half of Lin Mosheng's initial plan to raise a battalion of five hundred Yin soldiers.

The City God Temple, which was opened five times, has begun to take shape under the ability of Gao Jin's money.

There are tall trees, painted with gold and color, and every square meter can be said to be piled up with money.

is still the same sentence, it is not the Buddha who loves gold, but the world loves gold.

Whether the incense of a temple is good or not depends mainly on whether it is built enough and magnificent.

is grand enough, which naturally shows that the strength of the gods behind the temple is enough, and there are rich businessmen and giants behind them.

Coupled with the rumors circulating in the market, several rumors of the manifestation that do not know the truth or falsehood, the incense in the temple is naturally endless.

Lin Mosheng walked through the City God Temple and directly entered the Yin and Yang Narrow.

I saw that Gan Zitai was training.

Yesterday's fierce battle, although there were heavy casualties, it was also a baptism.

When training in peacetime, it is natural to not see the advantages and disadvantages, and in the vicious battle, you can select the elite as the backbone.

These key members of the army were selected.

First, it can strengthen the cohesion of the army.

Second, the people under him are also convinced, which can facilitate battlefield command.

Lin Mosheng glanced at it and pointed to a centurion who had been promoted last night, "Ah Wu, come here." ”

"Yes, General."

The Yin soldier known as Ah Wu ran over excitedly, he was burly, honest-looking, shaved head, and looked like he was about twenty or thirty years old.

He was originally a son of the boat family, and he used to follow the Yin-Yang Ghost King, the ship's boss, to mess around on the dock, and he lost his life with the Yin-Yang Ghost King in a daze.

In the end, he did a ghost in the yin and yang road for decades, and it wasn't until yesterday that he regained his original face.

This is the sad thing about the Yin Spirit, it is difficult for the Yin Spirit to enter the Holy Spirit, not only is it difficult to practice, but at the same time, the Yin Spirit has no physical constraints, and it is even more difficult to control the joys, angers, sorrows, and joys.

Many evil spirits may just be unwilling to die and others are still alive, so they harm others and get pleasure.

And in the process, they gradually lose themselves, and the cycle repeats until they completely lose their original face.

Therefore, the vast majority of ghosts and demons have a distorted appearance.