In the middle of July, in early autumn, various festivals are held to celebrate the harvest. First, to thank heaven and earth for the good weather of the year, and second, to report this year's harvest to the ancestors.

This day is also the birthday of the magistrate, and the gates of hell will be open for a month. Lonely souls who have not yet been reincarnated will return to the human world to receive offerings from people.

During the Shangyuan Festival, people put up lanterns to celebrate the Lantern Festival, and when they were in the Middle Yuan Festival, they naturally had to put up lanterns. People are yang, ghosts are yin; The land is yang, and the water is yin, so Zhongyuan Zhang Lantern is in the water.

In the evening, Chang'an is no longer as bright as usual, only lotus water lanterns float on the river, drifting into the distance with the slow river.

Legend has it that the unjust souls who died in vain cannot be reborn, and if they can find a river lamp to hold it up after coming to the world, they will have to survive. The dark river is like a way back to the world, guiding them to samsara.

At nightfall, people go home early and don't linger on the streets, because with midnight, it will become a paradise for all ghosts.

But there will always be people who don't listen to the advice of adults, Qingya and Hua Qing'er don't stay in the house, and they don't know what they are doing in the yard.

Ye Zhongtao, the Year of the Rabbit, the month of the Rabbit, the day of the day, the five elements, the northwest of the Mandate of Heaven.

Ning Tongyue, Bingchen Dragon Year Yi Mao Yue Bingshen Day Xin Wei Shi, Five Elements Daquan, Destiny in the West.

The two of them each held a set of birthday eight characters, held lotus candles, sat around the stone table in the courtyard, and waited for the arrival of midnight.

"Does this really work, where did you learn it?"

Hua Qing'er's voice trembled a little, although after stepping into the world of cultivation, the strange power and chaos are no longer legends, but because she has been exposed to it since she was a child, Hua Qinger still has a certain fear of ghosts.

"Shizun said that when he was not born to practice before, he made a living by traveling all over the world and telling hexagrams for people.

"Wow, was this how it used to be? Uncle Liu even knows all this. ”

"Of course, the predecessor of Wanlongling we saw on the day of Qixi Festival, their princess still had a messy past with Uncle Ji."

"Huh? That senior looks about the same age as Uncle Ji, so isn't their princess an old cow eating tender grass? Uncle Ji has become a little white face who eats soft rice? Hee-hee-hee. ”

Talking about the gossip and interesting stories of the master in the door, Hua Qinger also forgot the fear in her heart, and the two talked, and before they knew it, the time was approaching.

"Tick, tick."

The moment the scale of the water clock came to the sub-hour, a sudden overcast wind rose between heaven and earth, and black clouds quickly pressed into the originally clear night sky.

The thick clouds let out a little bit of heavenly light, as if the gates of hell were slowly opening. In an instant, the wind roared, the black clouds drifted away, and the night sky was clear again.

At this time, a group of guests have already come to the world.

"It is clear that there is, but there is nothing, the cloud seal is too empty, and the beginning of the catastrophe."

"With the performance of the cave chapter, the second book spirit rune, the netherworld will depend. It is the capital of ascending immortals. ”

There were countless shadows in the sky, and they were one spirit after another attracted by the spell, but it was not their birthday reflected in the candlelight, and they quickly left.

The candle burned inch by inch, and if they still didn't come back when the candle burned out, there were only two possibilities there, one was that they were still in the world, and the other was that they had been reincarnated.

Thick black clouds covered the moonlight and starlight, and only candles wandered between heaven and earth, and the world fell into the netherworld.

The candle flame finally struggled to beat a few times and went out.

Until the end, Qingya did not wait for the soul bodies of Ye Zhongtao and Ning Tongyue to return. Qingya was a little happy and a little distressed at this time.

It is very likely that the two of them are still in the world, and there will be no tragedy of a white-haired man sending a black-haired man, but the world is vast, where to find them.

Qingya's gaze looked down Suzaku Street, and at the end of the long street, the solemn palace was repeated one after another, locking the class leap.

When it comes to the palace wall, it is natural to find the palace wall.

But right now, when a hundred ghosts are walking at night, it is better to travel at night with candles.

Hua Qing'er seemed to be a little scared, but at the same time, the curiosity in her heart became more and more intense, so she resisted and went out with Qingya in anticipation.

Pushing open the gate of the small courtyard, there happened to be a dark shadow standing in front of the door.

It's not so much a lump as a lump.

Two slender arms stretched out from the slender oval black shadow, holding a lotus lamp in both hands, but the faint light could not illuminate his face.

At this time, as if he had seen the two of them, a face as stiff and white as a mask appeared in the black shadow that could be called a head.

This strange face looked at the two of them, and the corners of the mask's mouth "gurgle" and cracked, as if smiling at the two, but it was more terrifying than crying.

But Qingya knew that it was just a ghost who had found a place to live, and it had no ill will towards the two, but its appearance was too ...... It's so chic.

A smile squeezed out from the corner of his mouth, Qingya returned the favor, and the ghost did not entangle the two anymore, and disappeared with the candlelight.

Hey? Why didn't the scared girl next to her make no sound at all?

Qingya turned around and looked at Hua Qing'er hiding behind her, she was looking ahead with a dull face at the moment, and the exclamation in her slightly open mouth had been frozen before she could shout.

"Wake up, they're gone."

Qingya gently patted her pretty face twice, and Hua Qing'er woke up like a dream.

However, she didn't seem to show much fear.

"Was that a ghost just now, so ugly. The people in the story are all deceitful, who wants to have a relationship with such a person. ”

Looking at her disgusted look, it was Qingya's turn to turn her head.

Why did she look so disappointed? Didn't she say she was scared? What's going on in her head?

"Let's go, let's go see the other ghosts."

Qingya, who was still in a sluggish state, was pushed by her and wandered around the West Market, where thousands of people were empty.

Tonight, the entire Chang'an City is theirs and theirs. Even the guards defending the city returned to the camp early.

As the two of them walked towards the city gate, they whispered about the strange ghosts they encountered on the way.

"Qingya, look, that ghost's head is so big, it's so short, it walks like a moving mushroom."

At the feet of the two of them, a big-headed ghost held up his huge head, opened his depressed eyes, and walked forward in a swaying manner.

The goblin, who had four arms and a ghost-faced lute, played and sang the instrument in his hand as he walked. Its hand plucks the strings forward as "pipa" and backward as "pipa", back and forth, there are always only these two notes, and it is said that it can predict the future by playing the lute, and it is not known whether it is true or false.

The ghost in the remnant armor and dyed yellow sand armor, a broken sword pierced through his chest, he held a wine jug in one hand and a pen in the other, his steps were vain, wandering by the river.

He once had the ambition of "sealing the wolf and drinking the Ma Hanhai", but under the consumption of the yellow sand and the destruction of the years, he died in a foreign land. Now only the soul has returned to Chang'an, looking at the place where it once started.

For many years, he wandered in Chang'an again and again, unwilling to die.

Qingya slowly walked in front of him, stopping his aimless steps.

Perhaps it was the killing aura accumulated over the years, he still maintained his appearance before his death, he raised his head, and a face of vicissitudes that had been consumed by the wind and sand appeared in front of Qingya's eyes.

"Two, but you're here to see me off? Maybe it's time to go, and you shouldn't stay here forever. ”

Qingya glanced at the military badge on his shoulder armor and said what he meant:

"Captain, you have been lingering here for a long time and don't want to die, do you still have a wish?"

"I seem to be looking for someone, a woman, but I can't remember her name, her face."

If a person stays in this life for too long after death, his intellect will continue to weaken with the passage of time, until it turns into the most quintessential and primitive energy, dissipating between heaven and earth, which is what people often call the soul scattered.

"Forty years ago, I was called to go on an expedition, and before I left, I promised her that on the day I returned from my success, I would allow her ten miles of red makeup. Who would have thought that this would be forty years. ”

He may have forgotten a lot of things, but the parting glance was deeply engraved in his bones.

Hearing this, Hua Qing'er also held Qingya's right hand, thinking that the woman had waited for forty years, and when she was old, she didn't wait for her lover, and she couldn't help but be sad.

Poor and uncertain riverside bones, like a person in a spring boudoir dream.

At this time, a little light lit up in the east, and the night of the parade of the hundred ghosts passed. Although they will stay in the world for a month, it is not good to appear in front of people's eyes openly.

"Brother Captain, before you leave, I will definitely find the person you are looking for."

In the face of Qingya's kindness, he pulled out the broken sword inserted in his chest and put it in Qingya's palm.

On the grid of the broken sword, there is an engraved word "Qin", which is the surname of the person holding the sword.

"Thank you, little brother......"

His words vanished with the morning light.

Chang'an City has a population of more than 360,000 people, and if you look for it one by one, you can't find it in the Year of the Monkey.

The only feasible way is to find the list of sergeants who went out forty years ago, with his surname Qin, worship to Captain Zhaowu, unmarried, and have a partner, even if he can't find the target accurately, he will not be far away.

But the key is how to find the list of those years.

The Imperial Palace, the Ministry of War.

Now the three people Qingya is looking for, the clues all point to the end of Suzaku Street.

The master said that entering the WTO to practice is to experience more things, which is why Qingya is so "nosy". But what is in the tiger's den is Longtan now, do you want to break into it?