After nightfall in Gangneung City, the residual lights shine on the bluestone slabs, stretching the two or three figures very long.

A bald monk in a monk's robe walked down the city street, his steps were a little hasty, and he walked into an alley when he heard the sound. The mournful music of banging and beating lingered in front and back of the alley like a dream.

It is an endless sorrow, an indescribable thought.

He finally stopped in the courtyard with the white silk, and now it was almost time to leave the funeral, and the funeral platform had been removed, leaving only a coffin in the middle of the mourning hall, and the sealed coffin had just been knocked down a quarter of an hour ago.

If a man dies like a lamp goes out, there will be no place for him on earth.

The funeral relatives lined up in a long line, bowing three times and bowing to the coffin. And on this side, there are two outsiders who have nothing to do with themselves. A man and a woman, the man looks like a white-faced scholar, the woman's eyebrows are crooked, and she is holding a white cat sleeping in a daze.

"Xiaobai seems to be fat and a little heavy. Ya'er, who was holding the white cat, said softly, she admired it very much, under the sound of suona ticking, the white cat could actually sleep.

"It's not that Baohan feeds it every day, and it sleeps after eating, can it not be heavy?" Ling Jiang said helplessly.

"Meow ......"

What the two of them didn't expect was that the sleeping white cat actually barked softly, if it hadn't heard the faint nasal voice, they would have thought it was eavesdropping.

The beating stopped, followed by the roar of firecrackers, and a young monk in monk's robes walked into everyone's sight. At a glance, he found Dabai's position in the crowd, walked over to him, bowed and said Amitabha.

Da Bai was slightly stunned, and also bowed with his palms.

"But the benefactor is going to prepare for the funeral?" asked the young monk, his bald head glowing with lights, and the night was a little bright.

"Yes. Dabai nodded.

"The monks are merciful, this person has a lot of life, and it is difficult to achieve bliss, can you let the poor monk see him off with him, and there will be a good one on the way?" the young monk asked sincerely.

Da Bai didn't refuse, just nodded. The young monk held the rosary in his hand and nodded his head in acknowledgment, then walked to the coffin, first bowed and worshipped, and then whispered the scriptures to the side.

Da Bai looked at the young monk's appearance, and walked up to Ling Jiang with some anxiety and said: "The talisman paper I gave you, the two of you will hold it in your hands for a while, I am afraid that this road will not be peaceful, and I will inform you to leave when you get to the place." ”

He then found two more oil-paper umbrellas and handed them to Ling Jiang Ya'er, "After the funeral, you will open the umbrella, remember not to turn back on the road." ”

The two of them didn't dare to be careless, and nodded a few times.

After another quarter of an hour, the ritual was ready, the firecrackers sounded, and the coffin bearer carried the coffin slowly out of the Chen family's compound, and walked forward along the road where Dabai had pasted the talisman paper in advance. It is a big taboo to go out at midnight, but for the life of the murderer, you can't do it according to common sense, you can only take risks.

It's not the first time that Ling Jiang has walked into the Yin and Yang Road, except for being nervous, everything else is fine. He could feel Ya'er's cold little hands clutching his sleeves tightly, trembling slightly.

The white cat also woke up at some point, curled up in Ya'er's arms and looked around.

A group of nearly thirty people, walked on the dark road for a while, suddenly the surrounding scenery changed suddenly, the city is still the Jiangling City, the difference is only, this place is quite dilapidated, the bluestone slabs on the ground are also uneven, the houses on both sides look like no one has lived for hundreds of years, and the sky is somehow, the bright moon is in the sky, but there is money fluttering and sprinkling, like a drizzle.

Except for the two gongs and cymbals from time to time along the way, the rest of the people were silent, which seemed a little depressed.

The young monk walked beside Ling Jiang, and for some reason, he always felt that the young monk was looking at him intentionally or unintentionally. Maybe he was a little resistant to this stranger, after all, he came in a hurry, and he didn't understand the details, but Da Bai immediately agreed to let him see him off, and Ling Jiang couldn't understand this.

"But the donor is going to Chang'an?" the young monk suddenly asked in a low voice, the voice was so small that only he and Ling Jiang could hear it.

Ling Jiang was startled and looked up at him.

"Don't be surprised, the poor monk is a little hesitant to see that you are full of blood, and it is obvious that the place you are going must be a grand and extremely dangerous place. Looking at the world, only Chang'an can make people so loved, fearful and hateful. The young monk explained, "The poor monk is the chief disciple of Master Zhenyuan of the Great Compassion Temple, and his Dharma name is refuge. ”

"Master of Refuge, are you also going to Chang'an?" Ling Jiang asked as he walked.

The young monk laughed dryly, nodded slightly, and said: "The poor monk was already a layman a few months ago, and he is not worthy of the word master, and now he is just a layman disciple, just ask me to take refuge." ”

"Can lay disciples eat meat?" asked Ya'er curiously.

Refuge shook his head, "Naturally, not. ”

Ya'er asked: "But the book says ......"

The refuge said solemnly, "That's all a lie." ”

Just as the two of them whispered to each other, they only heard a cat meow from the front of the funeral procession, which frightened the two guides, who were holding soul-attracting pans, and the people who were carrying the soul attraction, took two steps back.

The moonlight was so bright that there was no need for a lantern at all.

There is no end to this dilapidated Gangneung Fortress Street, and I don't know how far I have to walk to reach the burial place.

I saw a black cat in an alley. It stood hunched in the middle of the road, its two golden pupils staring at the coffin on the coffin's shoulder.

"It's a black cat, don't let him touch the coffin!" an older man exclaimed, the black cat attacked the coffin, it was going to raise the corpse, this is a precept handed down by the older generation, no one dares to take risks easily.

Da Bai strode forward, holding a piece of talisman paper in his hand and striking at the black cat.

Who wants the black cat to be so sensitive, the rune paper fell into the air and burned on the ground. The black cat circled around to the left side of the coffin, apparently running towards the coffin in front of him. It was so fast that no one reacted.

"Meow!"

Hearing another cat meow, the white fur in Ya'er's arms suddenly jumped out, trotting all the way to lead the black cat, its hair stood up slightly, and it yelled at the black cat with a fierce face.

"Meow?"

"Meow!"

The black cat also barked, and after seeing a black and white cat staring at each other for a few snaps of his fingers, the black cat was really a little frightened, and slowly took two steps back.

Seeing this, Ling Jiang suddenly felt a little ironic. A group of people can't do anything about a black cat, if it weren't for Xiaobai here, wouldn't it be a big deal at this funeral tonight?

"Black cats are psychic, especially when they see the dead, it's like seeing gold and silver treasures. Taking refuge explained, "It needs to absorb the fierce aura of the deceased to practice, not to mention the time of the funeral, the black cat is also a rather difficult evil spirit." ”

Just as everyone mentioned that the heart of the throat had just fallen to the ground, the black cat suddenly burst out with an astonishing momentum, its vigorous body sprinted hard, and in the blink of an eye, it skipped the white cat and jumped.

In the blink of an eye, the black cat had already jumped onto the lid of the big mahogany coffin and licked its paws as if nothing had happened.

Rumble!

At this moment, the lifted coffin fell to the ground with a bang. Ling Jiang could faintly feel that the ground was shaking slightly, these four coffin bearers couldn't support the weight of this black cat?

"What's going on with this earth shaking?" Ling Jiang stabilized his figure, and couldn't help but gasp, and the oil umbrella in his hand also accidentally fell into his hand in Fang Cai's trembling, and the cold wind blew, which actually made him feel a little chilled.

It's early spring, and the cold has passed, so how can there be such a cold wind?

"Ling Jiang, let's go!" Da Bai shouted at Ling Jiang as he ran towards the coffin.

The refuge also rushed towards the coffin at the same time, and the first thing now was to drive away the black cat, otherwise the evil qi on its body would combine with the corpse, and the consequences would be unimaginable.

Unfortunately, this is the Yin and Yang Road, and the relatives who send the funeral are desperate, staying is death, and leaving is also a dead end. I could only secretly pray in my heart that Da Bai and the mysterious young monk would be able to subdue the black cat, so that all this was just a false alarm.

Da Bai took the lead and slapped directly on the lid of the coffin, and the black cat was startled and fled from one end of the coffin to the other. Followed by refuge, he held the Buddha in his hand and recited the Buddha's name, seemingly doing nothing, but the black cat hurried away when he approached.

In a dilemma, the black cat simply jumped down from the coffin and disappeared into a house.

I thought that this matter was over, but the black cat had just left, and there was immediately a strange sound in the coffin, like a knock on the door. If it weren't for the sealing nail that sealed the coffin, maybe there would have been some unsightly scenes.

I only heard the seven slaps slapping, and the seven pieces of rune paper slapped on the coffin lid according to the lines of the Big Dipper, but this still didn't calm down the sound inside.

"Crunch ......"

Listening to the harsh sound of wood grinding, everyone's heart was flooded with a layer of haze.

"Let the poor monk try it. After saying that, he stood in front of the opening of the coffin, put the Buddhist beads in his hand on the lid of the coffin, and recited the good and good, and the harsh and sharp voice receded a lot.

"This Buddha bead was given to him by my master before leaving, and it is quite effective in suppressing evil spirits. "It's just that, after all, this is a palliative but not a cure, and if you can't dispel your evil thoughts, you won't last long." ”

"I know. Da Bai nodded, took out the bell and struck it, chanting a spell in his mouth.

This will take refuge, but the interest is set aside, and the scriptures are not read. There are two different paths of Buddhism and Taoism, although the two are compatible, they cannot be superimposed at the same time, otherwise it will only be counterproductive.

"Big White Brother!" At this moment, Ya'er shouted loudly: "My son-in-law is gone, and the little white cat is gone......"

When Da Bai heard this, his heart trembled violently, but he didn't dare to stop the spell in his mouth.

"The donor is relieved to exorcise evil spirits, and this matter is left to the poor monks. Refuge said, walking briskly down an alley.

The moonlight is like snow, reflected on the dark money, as if it was snowing, but this snow does not have the slightest sense of snow, only the chilling spirit of the forest is deep in my heart.

It was destined to be a sleepless night, and it may have become a luxury to see the sun rise tomorrow.

Ling Jiang didn't know what was going on, he just escaped into the darkness of the Five Realms in the blink of an eye. And in front of him, he saw a very shocking scene.

There are hundreds of graves of different sizes, and as far as the eye can see, this is clearly a group of tombs.

"What about Ya'er, where are they?" Ling Jiang was a little flustered, and he could only exhale heavily to calm himself down, but looking at the dense pile of graves in front of him, how could he calm down?

The graves here are even more spectacular than those in the mountains behind Pinghai Town.

Why is it spectacular?

Because every tomb is glowing with white light, the light and shadow are a little dim, mixed with some blue color, like a halo of green smoke around the grave.

If you only look at the blue light on the grave, it is naturally very dazzling. But the ghostly aura in front of the tombstone is a little suffocating.