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Chapter 17 Zhongyuan Festival

The 14th July Zhongyuan Festival, also known as the Ancestor Festival in the 14th July, the Ullamban Festival, the Earth Official Festival and other names.

Since the last ray of sunlight set, the entire Kowloon Bay crowded into the streets and alleys.

Most people carry hemp paper silver ingots in hand and are running around the streets in a hurry, wanting to find an empty section of road to burn a knife of hemp paper for their deceased ancestors and relatives to express their longing. They also hope that their spirit in heaven can bless themselves to be smooth, healthy, wealthy and promotion, etc.

But there is more porridge and less meat, and the slightly better places have been occupied. As for the cross sections of bustling roads, there are many old men and women who are sitting on the side of the road without darkness.

At first glance, the streets of Kowloon Bay at this moment can be said to be full of people.

One by one, poured a circle on the ground with cinder or wood ash, and the hemp paper printed with real money was burning quickly in the circle. From time to time, people threw silver ingots made of tin foil into the fire, making a slight crackling sound.

The night wind blew, and the paper ash in the sky flew with the black smoke, and the whole city was filled with the smell of burnt paper.

Located in Luojiawan, the upper reaches of Jiulong River.

A full moon hangs high in the sky, and the clear light shining on the river surface makes the river surface transparent and look particularly bright, and even the fish wandering on the river surface can see clearly.

Zhang Jiao stood by the river, looking at the center of the river from afar.

Around him, after throwing out some sermons who were obviously similar to novice monks, more than twenty strange figures with different figures dressed in different shapes scattered on both sides of the Jiulong River, guarding each other and vaguely expecting.

The crowds on both sides of the Taiwan Strait were waiting patiently, seeing the passage of time minute by minute.

The river is surging and continuous. Except for the slightly changing direction of the moon reflected in the water, the entire river surface is as unchanged as ever, without any abnormalities.

At this moment, there were people who couldn't help themselves across the river and shouted at everyone.

"I said, is the rumors about this ghost city Fengdu true?"

"Didn't it mean that every forty-nine years will appear once? Why didn't you react at all? Don't you get fooled and feed mosquitoes by the river for a night of vain."

The voice immediately attracted opposition. A chuckle sounded from the river below Zhang Jiao, and a fat head and big ears were bald in the center. A middle-aged greasy man shook his head and said something that was completely different from his image, which seemed extremely funny and inconsistent.

"Don't worry, don't worry. When the afternoon comes, everything will be decided."

The people around him watched the performance of the two of them, and they didn't say anything, waiting quietly.

Time passes slowly while waiting. As the hour approaches, the river surface begins to gradually change slightly.

On the river surface, various river lanterns, like boats, lanterns, and lotus-shaped river lanterns floated from somewhere. Candlelights decorate the river lanterns, like a group of fireflies on the water surface, unchanged and flickering.

River lanterns floated one after another, gathering more and more. The place where the Jianglun had an accident had now been gathered by these river lanterns that emitted a miserable white halo.

As the candlelight swayed, the cry of insects and frogs around suddenly disappeared, and a trace of mist or dazzling halo continued to rise from it, and in the blink of an eye, the entire river surface was filled with the entire blink of an eye.

The sound of suona that cannot be heard clearly corresponds to the sound of sorrow or joy and the sound of songs that are gradually ringing.

Zhang Jiao's right eyelid twitched, and blood instantly spread in his eyes. There were no numbers in his eyes, and a hexagram was arranged in the blood light.

"Sixth three, the teacher or carriage, is a fierce man."

Zhang Jiao immediately became alert. He looked around and there was no trace of grayish-white breath.

If it drifts out from the mouth and nose, flows all over the body, the ghost will be opened to prevent accidents.

But when he opened the ghost creature, the ghost creature seemed to collide with something, creating a moment of contact.

Zhang Jiao was silently excited, and in the dark, a few fragments suddenly flashed before his eyes.

He looked up and saw that the mountains, rivers and rivers in the distance were clearly visible, and the moon and stars above his head were not changed from their previous positions. Except for the river lights that kept floating on the river surface, there was no abnormality.

But he felt a chill in his heart, in the picture that just flashed through his eyes.

These are two completely different worlds.

Their current location is where black clouds roll, lightning and thunder, and pouring rain hits the face in the strong wind.

The river surface was connected [3q Chinese     ] The continuous heavy rainstorm caused countless ripples, and no river lights floated by.

The crowd standing on both sides of the river bank had already been soaked by the heavy rain, and he was no exception. The rain poured his whole body soaked like a shower in the bathroom, and the wet feeling seemed particularly real.

Zhang Jiao subconsciously raised his hand and put it in front of him and looked at it. His fingers were pale and cold, without any wet stains, as if the scene that flashed in front of him just now was an illusion.

"A ghost? When?"

The river lights floating on the river surface float with the waves, stirring up the halo of stars, and the haze is so beautiful.

But Zhang Jiao had no intention of appreciating it. He knew that if he was really trapped in a ghost creature, then whether the scenery in front of him was true or false, it all depends on the wishes of the master of the ghost town.

If the owner is happy, let alone there are some drifting river lanterns on the river surface, even if the starry sky falls, the river water flows upwards is also very casual.

After all, he has mastered some abilities similar to ghost creatures, and naturally understands that in ghost creatures, all the laws based on reality may be distorted and distorted.

Just like if he ignores the consequences, he can completely cover up a whole building-sized place and disappear into the senses of ordinary people. No matter whether you look or touch, you will not be able to touch the existence of this building, and you will even be confused by yourself.

Is there really such a building here?

Because the moment you come into contact with Zhang Jiao's ghost creature, all your senses are distorted and confused by him. Just as he can no longer tell whether the scenery in front of him is true or false.

Compared with the real or false in front of me, the ghost creature that covers a wide range of truth and falsehood, his ghost creature is so simple and unworthy.

At least when a normal person sees the world covered by gray breath, he will immediately feel something is wrong and become alert.

Unlike here, it is difficult to distinguish between true and false, and it is illusory. It seems that reality and illusory overlap, which makes people wonder.

So Zhang Jiao made a decision.

He waved his palm lightly, and twenty young and dandy boys standing not far behind him immediately lined up to him.

Zhang Jiao looked at the twenty-two people in front of him, suddenly raised his head and looked on his face.

A face that was blurred and could not see clearly appeared suddenly.

The face opened its mouth wide and sucked at the twenty or so people in front of me.

The twenty or so young and dandy boys standing in front of them immediately shook violently. Their bodies were bowed, their toes were supported on the ground, and their mouths were wide open.

A trace of vitality filled with fresh air was slowly pulled out, and the face that appeared on Zhang Jiao's face was eaten up.

Dongdong!

In a short while, about twenty young and dandy boys collapsed to the ground one after another.

Although the bewitchers who fell to the ground looked pale, their breathing was even and powerful, and they were obviously not in danger of life. Zhang Jiao looked at them and stopped caring about them. Whether they were alive or alive depends on their own luck.

Although he saved their lives, the ghost city Fengdu is about to appear here. No one knows what will happen next, and everything is still unknown.

The blurred face floating on his face slowly contracted back, and the two evil spirits that had been suppressing their bodies rushed forward greedily, like cats sucking catnip, letting you strode your hands and stroking them at will without resisting.

Zhang Jiao breathed a long sigh of relief, and suddenly there was a hint of blood on his originally pale face, and he seemed to have a little more yang energy in his whole body.

He subconsciously looked at the twenty people on the ground, and the urge to suck them into adults became stronger and stronger, but soon he gathered his mind and suppressed this thought.

He is acting like this now just to prepare first. After all, the ghost city Fengdu is about to appear, so it is always right to make up for the blood blue full of buffs first.

If you really let go completely, you are afraid that you will be controlled by the evil ghosts in your body in an instant and become their resurrection body.

The difference between humans and ghosts lies in reason and indiscriminately seizing life. What is the difference between it and evil ghosts? His self has been completely assimilated by ghosts, and the only thing that survives in the world is just a body controlled by ghosts.

On the other side, on the edge of the river bank, several people who noticed Zhang Jiao's abnormal behavior subconsciously let out a scream. The few people closer to him moved a little further and secretly included him as the key target of defense.

" Raise ghosts and enter the body!"

He actually practiced this evil magic without fear of death, but he actually succeeded.

At present, there are all kinds of people around the river, most of whom are left-minded sorcerers, and casual cultivators in the other sects, and they are all people who have been together in this circle for most of their lives.

They could see Zhang Jiao's background at a glance.

Ghost raising can be described as a spell that is a rampant street, this kind of low-grain method originated from the Three Maple Methods

, widely circulated among the people, and with the differences in customs and practices in various places and the methods of various schools, this method of Xiamao has many variations.

Those who are lucky to raise ghosts, those who seek wealth to raise ghosts, those who want to harm people, etc. But these are all kept outside the body, either in old altars buried underground for a hundred years, or in locust trees of some years. Those with high magic power can even seal ghosts into paintings and nourish them with incense.

However, there are very few people who dare to raise ghosts with their bodies. Humans belong to yang and ghosts belong to yin. Yin and yang are naturally conflicting. When the two sides contact, they are like water entering boiling oil, and they are naturally incompatible.

Even if there are no lucky people in thousands who survive the conflict between yin and yang, they still have a rare end. With yin and yang getting rid of each other, death is inevitable, and it may be the next moment.

But there are gains and losses. Taking such dangers will naturally lead to great gains. Every person who raises ghosts can be said to be a living ghost. The abilities of all kinds of ghosts can be said to be easy to use. Compared with others who have worked hard to practice magic, it can be said that they can reach the sky in one step.

And the longer the time the two are blended together, every day, the ability of living people to display ghosts will become more and more powerful and weird when the yin and yang are transformed.
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