Tsing Yi Xiaodao was very surprised by the scene in front of him, he had seen records about ghost roads in many ancient books in Wudang Mountain.

But again, for these things, Tsing Yi Xiaodao has always been regarded as a religious culture, and has not explored too much whether it is true or false.

But now all this in front of him seems to be exactly the same as the ghost road environment mentioned in ancient books, which makes him a little confused for a while.

The ghost road is different from the well-known Yellow Spring, and it is not the same concept as the folk saying that the underworld is not at all.

Everything in heaven and earth is divided into yin and yang, and the road that people walk is called yang, and the other side is naturally yin, which is this ghost road.

This is why since ancient times, there have always been supernatural rumors about mirrors.

Because mirrors can often reflect another side that is difficult for ordinary people to see, the ancients also summed up some taboos about mirrors.

As long as these taboos are observed, future generations will not be bothered by these things, which is also the fundamental reason for the existence of taboos.

For example, the mirror cannot face the bed, the window cannot be flushed, and the two mirrors cannot be opposed.

The back of the Yang Mansion is the Yin House, and the back of the Yang Road is the Ghost Road, and it is easy to turn into another frightening existence through the mirror.

Tsing Yi Xiaodao looked around with doubts, the lush shade trees on both sides of the road towered, in a vast white mist, like figures with teeth and claws.

Most of the introductions to ghost roads in ancient books are yin trees to open the way.

Most of the ghosts who walk on this path are lonely ghosts who are trapped in the yang world and cannot enter the reincarnation of the underworld normally.

Therefore, this road is winding and turning, and it is impossible to distinguish the direction at all, and those who go deep into it cannot know where they are at the moment.

Tsing Yi Xiaodao's eyes flashed a little surprise, the rumors in the book appeared in front of him so real at this moment.

This also made Tsing Yi Xiaodao can't help but speculate.

Could it be that the reason why the Flowing Fire Avenue has set up a rule that no one is allowed to enter after 12 o'clock is because the slightest carelessness may lead to a ghost road?

When he was wondering, the anchor who was trapped here before accidentally found the figure of Tsing Yi Xiaodao.

He's tried all directions along the way, but no matter how he goes, he'll always come back here eventually.

These things are disintegrating the anchor's psychological defense line little by little, and just when he was desperate, he accidentally saw the Tsing Yi trail gradually coming from the white mist.

It is estimated that he would never think that one day he would feel great peace of mind because he saw a Taoist priest.

Without any hesitation, the man who was already on the verge of collapse quickly ran to Tsing Yi Xiaodao's side, and then said excitedly:

"Dao Chief, help me, there is a problem on this road, help me!"

The moment Tsing Yi Xiaodao saw this person, he immediately understood.

No wonder Fang just saw a person standing there on the Flowing Fire Avenue constantly turning in circles, and his feeling was that his spirit had already entered the ghost road.

Tsing Yi Xiaodao forcibly suppressed the shock in his heart, looked at the man in front of him and said:

"Didn't you see the sign written at the door, since it must be reasonable to set up such a rule, why do you have to risk it?"

The man's face twisted together, as if he was about to cry out in the next second.

After being trapped here for so long, the man's heart has long been remorseful.

"Dao Chief, I know it's wrong, take me out, this place is too evil!"

But in fact, this Tsing Yi trail doesn't know how to leave this ghost road.

He recalled that most of the ancient books he had read on Wudang Mountain only introduced the existence of ghost roads, which did not indicate how to enter the ghost roads and how to leave from them.

Otherwise, with the curiosity of the Taoist in Tsing Yi, he would have tried it a long time ago, and he still had to wait until today?

However, Tsing Yi Xiaodao thought about it, and he remembered that it seemed to be written on the Flowing Fire Avenue:

"Haven't you tried what the code says?

Turn around three times, then keep your eyes closed. ”

The man was stunned for a moment, and then shook his head:

"I didn't pay close attention to the rules at all, and the fans in the live broadcast room did mention it, but it was quickly wiped out by other comments.

It didn't take long for my phone to suddenly go black, and I can't turn it on until now.

Does this method really work? ”

"It should work......"

Tsing Yi Xiaodao looked at the man, and soon realized that the man in front of him who was trapped on the ghost road didn't know him at all, and was actually in a state of presence now.

His physical body is still circling in place on the Flowing Fire Avenue, and his divine soul is trapped on this ghost path, if he is trapped for too long and his physical body dies, this divine soul will never return.

What's even more tricky is that according to the theory mentioned in the Taoist classics, his spirit is trapped on this ghost path, but Yangshou is not over.

If nothing else, he will only become one of the lonely ghosts on this ghost road.

However, Tsing Yi Xiaodao did not say this, but just urged the young man in front of him to do what he said.

The two closed their eyes together, then spun around three times before heading forward.

Every few steps they took, there was a dog barking in their ears.

Tsing Yi Xiaodao opened his eyes with some confusion, only to find that he had returned to the Flowing Fire Avenue again, and there was an old man holding a big black dog standing not far away.

The man next to him also slowly opened his eyes, and after looking around in a panic to make sure that this was the familiar Flowing Fire Avenue, the man sat on the ground with a soft body.

He gasped for breath, his eyes wide with fear.

What he had just experienced was enough for him to remember for the rest of his life.

However, at this time, the man noticed that his mobile phone was actually on the live broadcast all the time.

There were many viewers in the comment area who were speaking, and these words made the man's back chill.

"What is the anchor doing, and why does he keep going around in circles?"

"What's the situation, it was fine before, it's been almost 10 minutes, why don't you say a word?"

"It's boring, the anchor hurry up and take a look at his brain, what's the point of this live broadcast?"

The man looked at these comments in astonishment, and at this moment there were only a few dozen people left in his live broadcast room.

Seeing that the man finally stopped turning in circles and had other reactions, the audience asked again one after another.

These comments also made the man realize that what the audience in the live broadcast room saw was that he had been spinning in circles on this avenue of fire.

But I obviously appeared on another road, and walked in every direction, but I couldn't leave that strange place anyway.

The man couldn't figure out what was going on, but at this time, Tsing Yi Xiaodao patted the man on the shoulder:

"Let's go, don't linger here.

If there is a condition after going back, the sour jujube kernels are mashed and fried into soup to drink, which has the effect of calming the nerves.

Then get some sleep and forget about tonight, which wasn't supposed to be what you went through. ”

The man stood up suddenly, then turned off the live broadcast, and thanked Tsing Yi Xiaodao again and again.

He left the Flowing Fire Avenue in a panic, and everything he had experienced on that ghost road kept coming to his mind.

Whoever has experienced such a thing will probably be the same.

Looking at the figure of the man leaving in a hurry, Tsing Yi Xiaodao also sighed softly.

Glancing back at the old man who was holding the black dog, Tsing Yi Xiaodao regarded him as the administrator in this Flowing Fire Avenue, so he didn't speak, then turned around and walked towards the outside of the Flowing Fire Avenue.

The experience on the Flowing Fire Avenue made Tsing Yi Xiaodao suddenly realize that maybe his own views had been wrong all along.

The things that seem mysterious and mysterious recorded in ancient Taoist books may not all be non-existent.

This also made Tsing Yi Xiaodao have a sense of awe for the rules of the Flowing Fire Avenue, and he planned to leave this place first, and find a day to see what the clues of this Flowing Fire Avenue were.

Regarding the departure of the Tsing Yi Trail, the smoker is also a little unclear.

In the middle of the night, a Taoist priest suddenly appeared on this road, and it didn't seem to be from the polling bureau.

But the smoker didn't think deeper, and he quickly looked around, looking for where the polling bureau was.

The entire avenue of drifting fire was already pitch black at the moment, and only a nearby shop with an open door was still lit.

The smoker had to go to the shop first, and was going to ask the owner of the shop, maybe he would find out where the polling bureau was.

The shop with the lights on is naturally the management office, and Brother Pingtou, Zhao Hu, and the river gods have gathered around Zhao Xue to report the accounts.

The time on the wall was already pointing to twelve o'clock at the moment, and it took 10 minutes for Zhao Xue to finally put together all the accounts, and then he was able to relax.

"Okay, thanks to the cooperation of several people, everyone can go back and rest.

Today, each store is making a lot of money, which is a very good thing to celebrate.

Now that we are on fire, there will only be more and more tourists in the future, and you must ensure good service quality and product quality.

In this way, a virtuous circle can be formed. ”

Zhao Xue instructed the three of them carefully and carefully, and the three of them also nodded.

Obviously, a few people didn't know anything about what was going on outside, and just when Brother Pingtou just pushed open the door of the store, he was greeted by a black dog face.

"Oh my mom!"

This startled Brother Pingtou, and even subconsciously took a few steps back.

"Woo Woo ......"

The black dog at the door kept barking at the flat-headed brothers, which made the smoker holding the black dog look at the three of them with a little astonishment:

"My dog has never barked, how is this ...... today?"

However, when he said this, the smoker suddenly thought of something, and then frowned:

"Guys, not people?"

Looking at the strange old man in front of him, the flat-headed brother was about to jump up angrily:

"What are you doing? Don't you see the sign at the door, it's forbidden to enter the Flowing Fire Avenue after 12 o'clock! ”

The river god next to him also said a little unhappily:

"Hurry up, hurry up, and can you take care of your dog, don't let it bark."

Zhao Xue also stood up suspiciously at this moment, staring at the smoker at the door.

Until now, Zhao Xue only regarded it as a tourist who entered the Flowing Fire Avenue at night, so she quickly said politely:

"This tourist, please leave the Flowing Fire Avenue as soon as possible, tourists are not allowed to enter after 12 o'clock, otherwise we have no way to ensure your safety."

The smoker was also a little confused about the situation in front of him at this time.

It clearly didn't look like a polling office, and he didn't know any of them.

This made the smoker's heart wonder, could it be that the polling bureau was not in the Flowing Fire Avenue at all?

Therefore, the smoker did not speak, but only greeted the big black dog, which had been barking wildly, and then left the shop, preparing to walk out of the Flowing Fire Avenue.

However, at this moment, the door of the store that had just closed behind him was suddenly pushed open, and then the fat man poked out a face full of doubts, and at the same time muttered to himself:

"The director is really, obviously mistaken. How could there be guests in the middle of the night? ”

Hearing a familiar voice behind him, the smoker suddenly turned his head to look, and the fat man at this time also happened to meet the smoker's sight.

"I'll go, there are really people, hey, aren't you that weird old man?"

The smoker looked at the fat man, and then looked up at the sign that said the management office.

He obviously didn't see the fat man in the room just now, how could this person suddenly come out of this door.

The fat man looked at it curiously, and the smoker looked at the big black dog sitting next to him, and then said:

"You should be the guest that the director said, right?"

The smoker nodded, and before he could ask a question, the fat man backhanded open the door of the shop:

"Come in......"

The smoker looked at the door that the fat man had opened in confusion, and everything inside the door was completely different from what he had just seen.

Suspicious, the smoker led the big black dog into the door, and was greeted by a hall.

In the hall, Ma Ling'er sat on the sofa and watched the folklore diary written by the fat man, while Yan Qilin held dumbbells in the indoor training area next to her.

The smoker was even more confused now, and he looked back at the door, where the familiar avenue of flowing fire was still outside.

But just now when he walked into this door, what he saw was a front desk, as well as Zhao Xue and Brother Pingtou.

But when he followed the fat man in, not only the environment changed, but even the people changed.

"The director is really a god, saying that there are guests, but as soon as I opened the door, I saw this strange old man."

The fat man's voice immediately attracted the attention of the two, and the moment they saw the smoker, the two recognized it one after another.

"Isn't this the one from Fushou Village? Why did you suddenly come to our polling bureau? ”

"This ......"

The smoker looked at the fat man in astonishment and asked:

"This is the Poll Bureau?"

The fat man nodded as a matter of course:

"Of course, you're here specifically for the polling bureau?"

Just as the two were talking, Feng Yun walked down the stairs unhurriedly.

Seeing the smoker standing at the door with a stunned face, Su Yun smiled calmly:

"See you again."

Obviously, Feng Yun was not surprised by the appearance of the smoker, but the smoker was a little confused at the moment.

"I'm Feng Yun, the director of the poll bureau, and last time Fushou Village was too hasty, but I've been waiting for you to come."

For Feng Yun's words, the smoker felt a little puzzled:

"Director Feng, do you know I'll come?"

"Not only did I know you were coming, I knew more than that."

Feng Yun said as he stretched out his hand and pointed in the direction of the stairs:

"Let's go, let's talk in the office."

The smoker glanced at the big black dog next to him:

"Sit!"

The black dog sat at the door very obediently, looked directly at the smoker, and followed Feng Yun towards the second floor.

The fat man followed curiously and entered the house together.

As soon as he sat down, the smoker couldn't wait to look at Feng Yun and asked:

"Director Feng, you say you know more about me?"

Feng Yun pointed to the old-fashioned satchel on the back of the smoker, and then said slowly:

"The reason why your portrait of the door god is inseparable is because the portrait is very special.

As far as I know, it takes a lot of chance.

If you sign a contract with the gods, you can ask the gods to help you......"

Especially when he heard Feng Yun's last words, the door god's face obviously changed greatly.

Because of Feng Yun's words, he directly told his biggest secret.

In this life, the smoker has traveled from south to north, and has been drifting with his parents since he can remember.

Smokers have been fond of folk customs since they were young, and they are very interested in mountain spirits and wild monsters, and earth treasures and heavenly spirits.

But no matter how interesting he is, the smoker is just an ordinary person, and what really changed him was that he was lost in the mountains and forests for hundreds of miles at night and accidentally entered a ruined temple.

There are two statues of gods enshrined in the temple, one is a god and the other is Yu Lei.

However, the temple was apparently in disrepair, and the roofs above the two statues were broken through a large hole, and it was just in time for a heavy rain that night.

The smoker was always respectful of the gods, so he braved the rain to find some planks and repair the house.

But it was precisely because of this heavy rain that the smoker contracted a cold disease, and since he slept in the broken temple that night, he has been suffering from a high fever, and even has a life-threatening life.

In the confusion, the smoke ghost saw two people in a trance into the temple, and these two people turned out to be the same as the statue.

The two expressed their gratitude to the smoker, but at that time, the smoker's strength had already dissipated, and only his last breath was still hanging.

The smoker only remembered what the two had drawn on his wrist, and then pricked his fingertip and removed a drop of blood.

With the smell of fireworks from burning paper, the smoker fell asleep, but when he woke up again, he found that he was refreshed, and the cold disease was cured overnight.

At the same time, two portraits suddenly appeared beside him, namely the statues of the two door gods, Shen Tu and Yu Lei.

Since then, the Smoker has had the ability to borrow the power of the gods, and can even talk to the idols.

But in fact, it is not the two door gods who live in the door god alley, but they have left some power of their own in these two door god paintings.

Relying on this power, the smoker also saw a new world.

The folklore knowledge mentioned in the folklore books he used to read is no longer just a culture, but also a solution that smokers can use when facing some problems.

Later, during his travels in the rivers and lakes, the smoker picked up a small black dog.

This black dog is very human, and the smoker has never deliberately trained it, but this black dog can understand his every command.

And in the long contact, the smoker found that the black dog never barked at people.

But when it barks, it is a bad omen......

(End of chapter)