Hong Kong Comprehensive Begins, Seeking Laws from the Heavens

Chapter 102 The heavenly official descends to the earth, and there are no taboos (4000)

Chief rudder Hongxing.

The small building surrounded by trees no longer has the bustle of people in the past.

The Hungry Ghost Festival is a ghost festival. Even if the villains in the society are not afraid of heaven or earth, they will restrain themselves.

In the open space in front of the small building, there is a huge water and land platform with a width of nine meters.

There is a large cauldron placed in front of the Taoist platform.

One by one, those sitting in the hall who were normally atrocious came forward respectfully, placed incense and prayed.

The swirling smoke was accompanied by the invisible power of luck gathering above their heads.

This is a gathering of eleven people from Hongxing. Although there are only eleven people, each of them has a hand in controlling the misfortunes and blessings of thousands of people, so the power of incense and luck they contribute is valuable.

Jiang Tiansheng, who was next to the Taoist platform with a thin face, asked in a low voice to the younger brother next to him, "Where's Gan Zitai? Didn't you inform him that Hong Xing will hold a grand ceremony tonight?"

"Disciple Zhang Yan, I would like to respectfully ask Bo Yin, the left master of the seventh rank of the Rotation Hall, to have a long life."

The vortex grew bigger and bigger, and it actually sucked the small boat into the bottomless darkness.

"If it weren't for me, I wouldn't save the world."

"I was notified, but my people watched him go to Sham Shui Po Police Station."

The cloud flew extremely low, and with the eyesight of Yin Changshou and Zhi Fan Zhang, he could see clearly the essence of the cloud in an instant.

When Yin Changshou saw that it was a paper fan, he also raised his hand and said, "Thank you for inviting me, little friend."

In the middle of the night, Monk Mingzhi discovered that there was a big battle here, but when he arrived here, Lin Mosheng had already cleaned up the battlefield and took advantage of the night to swim with hundreds of Yin soldiers.

But who would have thought that Lin Mosheng did not go to the Wan Chai Police Station at all. After receiving Azhong's call, he went directly to the morgue and then killed Michiko and others.

However, he also knew that the Wheel Palace was not so easy to acquire, so he drank a glass of wine by himself, "But with the blessing of ghosts and gods, it can only be a land of the netherworld. We can't control the affairs of this world.

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Fortunately, in the end, Stephen Zhou, the Stove Lord, not only helped him heal the injuries of his men, but also helped the ghosts condense their Yin bodies, which was considered as giving away the rewards together.

As if he felt the eyes here, the young man glanced at this place.

If the evil Japanese invaders at Sham Shui Po Police Station are sealed again tonight, I can be there to help Lin Mosheng.

Monk Mingzhi nodded immediately, "Yes, where are the others?"

When Monk Mingzhi saw Stephen Zhou, he hurriedly stepped forward and asked, "Donor, did you see the battle that just happened here? Did you see a very heroic-looking young man? By the way, he is Wan Chai Gunslinger Lin Mosheng

."

There are many tall trees, painted with gold and color, and every square meter can be said to be made of money.

He was originally a son of a boat family. He used to hang out with the boss of the boat, the Yin Yang Ghost King, and lost his life following the Yin Yang Ghost King in a daze.

This mortal, no, the benefactor, can experience hundreds of ghosts crying and howling without any fear.

How can I explain this to my uncle?

Suddenly, Monk Mingzhi looked at Stephen Zhou who was closing the stall.

Monk Mingzhi groaned, covered his eyes and backed away, "Even if the donor doesn't believe in Buddha, he can't punch the monk. After death, he will go to Abi Hell."

Lin Mosheng took a look and pointed at a centurion who was promoted last night, "Awu, come here."

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Sham Shui Po Police Station.

All I saw was a bright scene.

Of course he knew about the Japanese ghosts sealed away by Sham Shui Po Police Station.

However, although the wine was intoxicating, he did not get drunk on himself. He immediately understood the elegant meaning of the strings.

Damn it, it turned out that this was what my uncle meant when he asked me to come to Sham Shui Po Police Station.

Yin Changshou snorted coldly, "How come I haven't heard of this?"

The wise monk held the pearl of wisdom in his hand and smiled reservedly. Even if I want to cross the border, you don't have to be so excited.

The next moment, a fist hit Monk Mingzhi directly in his eyes, "I believe in Master Sanqing!"

The wise monk's eyes shone brightly.

He is also related to Lin Mosheng, which can be regarded as fate.

A majestic and heroic young man, riding a black tiger, holding a beauty in his arms, hanging a sword at an angle, paraded on a moonlit night, with hundreds of shadowy soldiers behind him.

It is in line with the fearless heart of Buddhism.

Boom.

The Yin soldier known as A Wu ran over excitedly. He was tall, honest-looking, with a shaved head, and looked to be around 20 or 30 years old.

If there wasn't someone in the human world who could guide him one step ahead, even if he was the seventh-level student of the Rotation Hall, the left master Bo, and had the real power to increase the life span of mortals, he might not be able to come up.

Yin Changshou looked at Jiang Tiansheng and nodded secretly. This man did have some spirit, so he raised his hands and said, "It's a beautiful time and a beautiful place with good friends to invite. It's really beautiful."

It's really a narrow road between enemies.

He was also very polite to paper fans.

Monk Mingzhi subconsciously used his destiny to look at Stephen Zhou.

The City God's Temple opened in Wujin has begun to take shape with Gao Jin's ability.

Paper Fan Zhang smiled slightly, waved his hand, and silently recited the Ganlin Charm. The power of incense and luck condensed in front of the Taoist platform suddenly turned into a table full of wine and meat, which made Yin Changshou swallow his saliva.

But after so many years, there are always some loopholes that can be exploited.

The person in front of me is also a good material for becoming a monk!

Today I'm going to let you bald ass know what it means to be a heavenly official descending to earth, and there are no taboos.

Seeing that Stephen Zhou was serious, the wise monk picked up his monk's robe and ran quickly, shouting as he ran.

How is it possible to support a city god here in Hong Kong?

There is a person in the middle, holding a book and a short beard. He is about forty years old. He wears a black gauze hat with wings on his head and is dressed like an ancient person.

"What's the meaning?"

"In the middle of the Yuan Dynasty, the dharma lantern leads the way. I respectfully welcome the Yin officials and enjoy the sacrifice."

I can't deal with Lin Mosheng, the murderer, and I can't deal with Leon, that lunatic. I can't deal with you, the bald ass!

I saw Gan Zitai training his troops.

Yin Changshou was a veteran in officialdom, so he took advantage of the situation and said, "It's a big trouble if it's not troublesome."

He chanted a Buddha's name in a low voice, "Donor, please know that the sea of ​​suffering is boundless. When you turn around, you will find another shore. The world of mortals is like a prison. The Buddha crosses the three treasures."

When Zhi Fanzhang saw the visitor, he immediately walked forward with a smile and said, "Master Yin, are you okay?"

As the paper fan was cast, a spiral vortex suddenly appeared under the originally calm water, as if a small hole had leaked into the water.

I can't get Lin Mo Sheng across by myself, but if I can get this benefactor back to the mountain gate, it will be an explanation.

Every July and a half, it is not a good idea to come to the human world to enjoy the incense. Even in the underworld, there are countless ghosts vying for places in various places.

The two people on the left and right wore black hoods on their heads. Their appearance could not be clearly seen, but they were burly and inhuman.

Yin Changshou stroked his beard and said, "This is a great kindness. Respecting ghosts and gods will surely bring you protection."

Zhi Fan Zhang took the opportunity to say, "I don't know where the city god came from. He has seized the territory of Yin Yang Old Ghost, one of the thirty-six ghost kings. He has recently been recruiting troops and has great intentions of expansion."

Looking down from a high position instantly made Yin Changshou furious.

In addition, using less to fight more, even if he and Gan Zitai were able to withstand most of the pressure, the Yin soldiers were severely damaged, and hundreds of Yin soldiers were lost in one fell swoop.

Stephen Zhou, who had been angry all night, trembled all over when he heard these words.

Zhi Fanzhang smiled slightly, picked up the wine glass and said, "I will never cause trouble to you adults."

The younger brother looked embarrassed. Gan Zitai is the talker in Tsim Sha Tsui, Hongxing. Logically speaking, such a big day cannot be missed.

"Literally, call it a day."

Zhifan Zhang was ecstatic in his heart.

But, I seem to have lost my temper.

He pointed to the pool in front of him. There was a small boat on the pool. Although the boat was only three feet in size, it had the appearance of a god. A lotus lantern was lit in front of the boat.

The dishes are over five flavors, and the wine is over three rounds.

Of course, the most important thing is to sort out the gains and losses.

Secondly, the people under my command are also convinced, which can facilitate battlefield command.

As the saying goes, it’s not the Buddha who loves gold, but the world’s people who love gold.

But he couldn't see clearly what was in the light.

"Abi hell?" Stephen Zhou raised his fist and knocked it on the bright bald head of Monk Mingzhi without thinking.

The wine glass in his hand fell heavily on the table, and his voice was no longer as drunk as before, with a bit of coldness, "Who is that person, and why do you dare to lead the Yin soldiers on night patrol?"

Lin Mosheng, Lin Mosheng.

Zhifan Zhang nodded, "Yes, I heard that the Yin Yang City God and Maoshan Dao got involved, and it seems that they have very big plans."

The first is the casualties of Yin soldiers. Because Yin souls have special physiques, minor or serious injuries will not cause them to be disabled and they only need to rest.

After a friendly exchange with Leon, a lunatic, he finally decided to change his ways, and Sir Lin followed suit.

If there are human Taoists who cast spells to guide them, then the ghost officials can come one or two days earlier and leave one or two days later, so that they can enjoy more of the incense of the human world.

Yin Changshou silently raised the empty wine glass, unsure for a moment.

Then he looked at Yin Changshou respectfully, "Is this the intention of Yin Si, who wants to support a city god in Hong Kong?"

Sham Shui Po Police Station?

Jiang Tiansheng frowned, what was Gan Zitai doing there?

But if he doesn’t even come to the Ghost Festival Festival, Gan Zitai can’t stay!

Monk Mingzhi's fat face froze, and his expression immediately became sad.

As the boat disappeared, a Yin official wearing dark blue official uniform also appeared on the altar, followed by followers on his left and right.

Jiang Tiansheng said with a smile, "I, Hong Xing, have troubled the Netherworld God a lot with my affairs. Recently, I want to build a Rotation Hall in Hong Kong to worship ghosts and gods. What do you think, Lord Yin?"

The underworld is dry and silent, and there is no bright sun. Even they, low-ranking Yin officials, do not have much good food to eat on weekdays. Only the truly high-ranking and powerful judges who patrol various places can enjoy fine wine and delicacies day and night.

"Yin Yang City God?"

It's a pity that the evil spirit of the Japanese invaders last night was not just paper after all.

Stephen Zhou stopped cleaning the dishes and said reluctantly, "Are you talking about Sir Lin Mosheng?"

He only saw Stephen Zhou who was cleaning up the stall with a gloomy look on his face.

But if a wheel-turning hall is built, he will have the words, hands and feet to serve as an attendant.

He quickly stopped Stephen Zhou and clasped his hands together, "Donor, do you believe in Buddha?"

On the Taoist platform, Master Shiye, who was wearing a blue Taoist robe, had just reached the peak of his paper fan spell.

The majestic muscles bulge like mountains. He is nearly three meters tall, with huge dark chains wrapped around his shoulders and waist.

The ferocious look in his eyes flashed away.

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The next day, Lin Mosheng slept soundly until noon before getting up.

I accompanied Ye Guhong for a whole night of swimming last night, and of course I couldn't leave Supan here.

Yin Changshou held up the wine glass, his pale face turning red.

The lights were reddish, burning in the silent night.

First, it can strengthen the cohesion of the army.

Just when Jiang Tiansheng was about to continue speaking, he suddenly saw a dim cloud in the high sky blocking the white moonlight.

In the end, he spent decades as a ghost on Yin Yang Road, and it was only yesterday that he regained his true self.

If there weren't demons running around in the Hong Kong capital, how could they have so many offerings every year? Just one city's offering is equivalent to the effort of a province elsewhere.

During normal training, it is natural not to be able to distinguish the good or bad, but in fierce battles, the elite can be selected as the backbone.

Coupled with the fact that there are several rumors about the manifestation of the saint that are circulating in the market, and it is not known whether they are true or not, the temple is naturally filled with incense.

Maoshan said, Yin Changshou squeezed the wine glass, that's it.

Yesterday was a fierce battle. Although there were heavy casualties, it was also a baptism.

Hey, men are so tired sometimes.

Naturally, good karma will be formed, and after he is exposed to the wonderful Dharma of Buddhism, he will have the opportunity to enter the Buddhist sect.

Otherwise, he was afraid that Lin Mosheng would really put him and Leon in the same ward.

He had listened to Kim McGee's words before, so he had been guarding the Wan Chai Police Station.

"It's time to call it a day."

Paper fan Zhang also saw Yin Changshou's impatience, and introduced to Yin Changshou, "This is Mr. Jiang, Hong Xingxin's guest. I'm here today to have a few glasses of wine with you."

After finally raising 300 Yin soldiers, only 200 were left, which was still more than half of Lin Mosheng's initial plan to raise a battalion of 500 Yin soldiers.

Although the gate of hell opens on July 15th, even if the ghosts come from the underworld, they can only stay for one day.

If it is impressive enough, it naturally means that the great god behind the temple is strong enough, and there are wealthy businessmen and businessmen behind it.

"Yes, General."

After getting up, go to the police station to register, and then go to the Chenghuang Temple on Yinyang Road.

Whether a temple's incense is good or not depends most mainly on whether it is decorated with enough style and style.

Monk Mingzhi hurriedly hurriedly arrived after the battle.

Lin Mosheng passed through the City God's Temple and directly entered the narrow room of Yin and Yang.

These military backbones were selected.

Jiang Tian was good at dancing and quickly invited Yin Changsheng to sit down and drink.

Given his status, even if Jiang Tiansheng offered to build a palace for him alone, he would not dare to accept it. This would be a complete overstep.

He sighed and said, "If I read correctly, it should be Lin Mosheng under the Yin Yang City God's Seat."

Before he could finish shouting, he was caught up by Stephen Zhou, who knocked his brains out and made a sound like a wooden fish.

This is the sad thing about the ghost. It is difficult for the ghost to become a saint. Not only is it difficult to practice, but the ghost has no physical restraint, and it is even more difficult to control the joy, anger, sorrow, and joy.

Many evil spirits may harm others just because they are unwilling to die while others are still alive, so as to get pleasure.

And in this process, he gradually loses himself, repeating the cycle until he completely loses his true colors.

Therefore, the vast majority of ghosts and evil spirits have a twisted appearance.

(End of chapter)