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It is a place that is both strange and familiar to every living person.

Strange because you haven't been, familiar because you'll go eventually.

On the road to Fengdu City, there are trees, and there are no leaves on the branches, only the flesh dripping with black blood is hung high.

There was a river in the middle of the trees, and the bottom of the river was covered with carrion.

There was no water, only blood, dense and slowly swimming.

There is black grass by the river, there are no flowers in the grass, and there are craggy thin rats foraging.

The eyes of these skinny rats are red, fiery red, like unburned coal.

It is said that only beasts that eat human flesh have red eyes.

There was a dirt path among the weeds, and several puddles of water the size of a round table were embedded in it, or rather, puddles of blood.

The dirt path is narrow, curving and extensive, and the damp places have been swallowed up by black grass, and it seems that no one has walked on it for a long time.

In addition to these, there is also the wind.

Cold.

Sandwiched by frost, ravaging this road, since the beginning of eternity, has never stopped.

No normal person would be willing to take this path, but there was a man in white who was staggering.

A white feather fan was inserted diagonally at the back of his neck, and the white robe hung loosely on his body.

His steps were messy, he stumbled a few times, and almost wanted to fall.

He was drunk, but he still lifted the gourd and poured wine into his mouth.

The white boots were soaked in blood and stained mottled.

The wind and frost cut his face bloodless, making his already shaved face even paler.

Finally came to the gate of Fengdu.

Leaning limply against the door, his feet slipped, and he sat down on the ground along the gate.

There were nails on the door, and the white robe was ragged, and the gourd in his hand fell out.

Forced to open his drunken eyes, looked left and right, and then wondered to himself: "Huh, why did I sleep on the ground?"

Just about to raise his hand to pour wine, he found that his hand was empty.

I vaguely saw the gourd lying not far away, and smiled weakly: "Why did you abandon me too?"

Crawling over, grabbing the gourd, inverting the gourd, and opening his mouth to receive the wine, only two drops of residual pulp fell on his lips.

poked out his tongue, licked his dry lips, and said to himself helplessly: "Victory or nothing, victory and nothing." ”

When he was drunk, the gate of Fengdu squeaked, and a red-haired fangs poked his head out of the door and cursed loudly: "The poor ghost who can't be blown up is still unwilling to pay money to honor your grandfather when you come here? ”

Hearing someone cursing behind him, he slowly got up, touched the door, and said with a smile: "The anger is so big? Beware of the thunder." ”

When he turned around, the red-haired fangs had already recognized that it was the white ghost envoy who returned to the house, opened the crack in the door wider, and led him in, and his tone slowed: "It turned out that the white ghost made a noise, and I said which lonely ghost was not guided." It's windy outside, come in, come in. ”

After entering the city, he looked down at the clothes that were torn by the door nails, and Bai Wuchang frowned: "I have been harmed by these door nails of yours more than once, so I can't pull them out?"

The red-haired fangs sighed boredly, sat on the bench by the door, and looked up at the sky: "My shoulders are sore these days, let's discuss this matter when I nourish my spirit." ”

Seeing that his words were not clear, Bai Wuchang smiled knowingly: "Recently, there have been fewer ghosts, and you have no money to knock on this fat, so it's uncomfortable to think about it." ”

"How many taels of silver can I earn by selling my head and face?"

The red-haired fangs snorted, and complained again and again: "Nine times out of ten, they are also given to the cow head and horse noodles, and only a few copper plates can be left when they really fall into my hands? ”

Complaining is the most unproductive, but it is often effective when you complain to the right people.

With a sideways smile, Bai Wuchang took out an object wrapped in oiled paper from his arms and handed it to Menji.

Drunk said: "I haven't seen a fat chicken today, but when I was walking in the sun, I saw two monks stealing dogs to eat, and I took advantage of them to start a fire with firewood and pulled a dog's leg." I went to the iron shop to bake, no oil and no salt, very light, I wanted to share the cow's head and horse noodles, since I happened to meet Lord Menji full of resentment, I have the right to press the tongue of Lord Mensi to dissipate the anger, I don't know if Lord Menji is willing to reward me with this face?"

Who doesn't rejoice in the fat of white meat?

The door division smiled, took the dog's leg with both hands, put it on the tip of his nose and smelled it, and sure enough, the oil fragrance was revealed.

He laughed back repeatedly: "Those nails on the door, I have long been angry, and after using the dog legs rewarded by the ghost envoy, I immediately pulled them out!"

While speaking, the door division peeled off the oil paper, looked at the cooked dog's legs, and said to himself proudly: "Bull Head and Horse Noodles Division, you eat my bonus all year round, I didn't expect that I could cut you off once today." ”

Just about to gnaw on it, he was stopped by Bai Wuchang's feather fan.

Mensi frowned and was puzzled, Bai Wuchang shook the empty wine gourd in his hand, and said with a smile: "I heard that Lord Mensi has a wine collection of 3,000 stones, I don't know if it's true?"

The red-haired fangs looked unhappy, looked at the dog's leg in his hand, thought for a while, took the white impermanence gourd, and said gloomily: "Only this once." ”

Drunken looking at the back of the door division going to drink, Bai Wuchang shook his head and sighed: "The Three Realms all laugh at me Fengdu City for not having a long heart, and everyone is playing tricks. However, we are ghosts in the first place, if we don't play ghosts, can we still play tricks on people's hearts?"

After entering the Fengdu City Gate, the cold wind was no longer there.

The cold is still there, accompanied by a ghostly scream.

There is no sun and moon, only endless darkness.

Shake the feather fan to drive away the black fog.

He poured a sip of wine on his head and almost squirted out.

Bai Wuchang shook his head and smiled bitterly: "I exchanged a good dog's leg for a gourd mixed with wine, it's really a ghost planning to make a fool's calculation." That's it, that's it, whoever let that little master stir up Fengdu City has no one to do business, and I have the right to make amends for him. ”

One step and three shakes, five in and two back.

finally dragged his drunken legs and moved to the front of the Senluo Palace.

The ghost servants with the rod slept on the ground, and the shackles and iron hooks were scattered everywhere.

took another sip of wine, and sighed helplessly: "If I hadn't known that the gate of Fengdu City was cold, I would have said that someone had come to the door again and slaughtered Sen Luo." ”

The steps in front of the Senluo Hall are as long as a lifetime.

After walking for a while, he sat down and gasped for breath, and tried to raise his hand to drink several times, but he couldn't swallow because he was panting too quickly.

It doesn't matter, anyway, the gourd is only filled with water.

With a wave of his hand, he threw the gourd out.

The gourd rolled and jumped on the steps, and the sound of the air did not stop, and another voice fell from mid-air: "The white ghost makes the wine fall, and the world is a strange news!"

The sound is loud, like a death knell. Bai Wuchang lay on his back on the steps, gasping for breath and ignoring it.

The black wind danced, and out of the wind came a big man with a pierced face, sitting side by side with Bai Wuchang.

The big man has a big body, thick arms and strong legs, like a giant beast in the wilderness. Bai impermanence was beside him, like a baby.

He glanced at the big man and asked, "Where is your bull's head?"

The big man sneered: "You look around, there is not even a ghost shadow, who am I trying to scare with the bull's head?" Besides, wearing that thing is too boring!"

Make pillows with your hands, close your eyes, and chase away the guests: "I'm drunk, I can't walk, I'll catch my breath first." ”

The bull head laughed: "You don't have any breath, what are you gasping for?"

"Well, liar. ”

The bull head stopped talking, reached out and grabbed the silk silk on Bai Wuchang's waist, and made another gust of wind, carrying him into the Senluo Palace.

In front of the Senluo Palace, there is an oil pot on the left, and a grinding plate on the right.

A white-faced scholar was sitting in the middle of the hall.

Although he was dressed as a scholar, he was huge, no different from the bull's head.

The bull head came with Bai Wuchang and sat around with the scholar. Looking at the scholar, Bai Wuchang sighed and asked, "You don't wear horse noodles, are you bored?"

Ma Mian shook his head and asked Bai Wuchang back: "Did you bring the fire in the yang world?"

Take a fire fold from your boot and hand it to him.

Unplugged the fold plug, shook it, blew lightly, and lit a yang fire.

The bull's head brought dry firewood, and the red and yellow flames slowly swayed.

In the center of the Senluo Palace, there is a beam of fire in the sun.

Stretching out his hands to roast the fire, Niu Tou smiled and asked, "Let's start?"

Ma Mian shook his head and read: "Huangkou child, the milk smell has not dried, it was cold that day, I dismantled his bones and stewed soup, trying to relieve the cold, but he was thin and withered, stewed all night, but did not stew a drop of oil, and finally this pot of residual soup even the dog did not drink." ”

"It's good to scold, it's good to scold, and it really relieves hatred. The bull head praised the horse noodles and said: "That day he said that he liked to smell my feet, I jumped on one foot for three days without taking off my shoes and socks, saved a foot of sticky sweat, rewarded him with a smell, guess what happened after he smelled it?"

Ma Mian smiled and asked, "How?"

He squeaked and passed out. That white eye rolled to the Heavenly Spirit Cover, and I laughed to death!"

The head of the bull and the horse looked at each other and laughed, leaning forward and closing back.

Reluctantly squeezing out a wry smile, Bai Wuchang said casually: "The two elder brothers' ability to scold is getting better and better, and the younger brother is so envious. ”

The bull head laughed and said to Bai Wuchang, "It's your turn." ”

Raising his sleeves and sweating, Bai Wuchang was full of embarrassment: "The little brother is reckless, and he will arrange stories less, so let's listen to the elder brothers." ”

Putting away their smiles, the two looked at Bai Wuchang together, and their voices became colder: "You and I have always been inseparable from each other, and the things you brought back from the yang world have not lost the benefits of my brother, no matter what today, our brother will hear you scold him in person to prove your heart." ”

"Otherwise?"

The bull's head was fierce, and he was the first to get up, and before he could attack, he heard the horse's face whispering:

"An iron chain, locking the world's injustice, half a leaf feather fan, driving away evil spirits and evil ghosts. ”

A cold snort: "The yang world, the underworld, you are all in charge, could it be that Fengdu City was opened by your ghost envoy?"

After years of grudges, he finally broke his face.

With a long sigh, Bai Wuchang got up and retreated: "I understand, the two brothers didn't dare to make a move with that little master, because they were afraid that they wouldn't be able to beat him, so they wanted to be angry with me today." I am the same ghost envoy as that young master, even if I am beaten by two brothers, I can be regarded as a substitute at most. It's a good eyesight, it's really a good sight. ”

"But......" Bai Wuchang pulled out a feather fan, protected his chest, and chuckled: "Are the two brothers really so sure that they can win me?"

Concentrate:

The image of the cow's head and horse's face was originally passed down from Buddhism, with the cow's head being the jailer and the horse's face being the rakshasa being the horse's face. These two images were later used by Taoism, which was spread among the people in our country, and it is generally said that the bull head makes the steel fork, the horse face makes the iron gun, and the little ghost is specially captured, and it belongs to the former criminal officer of the Senluo Palace. It's good to take advantage of a small advantage, and at the same time a little kind.