Pursuing Immortality

Thanks to Qingshan Wang Xianling, this remote small village ushered in his greatest opportunity. A large number of believers poured in from all directions, and many local tyrants spent a lot of money to buy several houses.

The villagers were clever. They were looking forward to the demolition half a year ago. Now the price is ten times and they are not gone.

Licheng officials are extremely embarrassed. They ca n’t believe in the gods, at least not on the bright side, but they have to meet the needs of the masses. They have to change their face and pack the expansion and upgrade of the village into an economic project to build a coastal tourist area.

Daqingshan is not over a hundred meters above sea level, but it covers a relatively large area. From the end of the village, walk a few miles, you can see a tall mountain gate archway, and then there are hundreds of stone steps, all the way to the main hall.

On the sides of the stone steps are lanterns, which are filled with light bulbs that can change colors.

Late at night, Qingshan Village.

The moonlight was bright and the red light was on. From the foot of the mountain to the top of the mountain, the light passed through the gauze cover looked dim, as if covered with ten miles of red makeup.

Most of the villagers fell asleep, only a few households were still lit, and occasionally there was a weak bark of dogs.

"call……"

"rustle!"

Suddenly, the night wind blew, as if a layer of mist was blowing, faint and diffuse. A big red flower sedan suddenly flew out of the fog and floated unhappyly to the mountain gate.

Four corners and four corners, the top of the pagoda sedan, covered with a red curtain, embroidered with auspicious patterns such as rich peony, goldfish and lotus, and a big happy word.

The craftsmanship of this sedan is extremely delicate, with bright colors, and it seems even stranger to walk through the void in the dark.

Soon, the sedan floated to the gate of the mountain and landed firmly. Four groups of black gas suddenly emerged and turned into four ghosts with white-faced soap-coats. They are no different from human beings.

Immediately afterwards, a large amount of black gas flew down from the top of the mountain, which also turned into a ghost. Some opened the road, some raised the flag, and some clamored, as if fighting a marriage.

"Snoring ... snoring ..."

The ghosts waited for a while, and then a few monks hurried to catch up, but they were uneasy and shivered. Fortunately, there was nothing wrong with the ghost soldiers. The four white-faced soapcoats lifted the flower sedan and knocked the road with a gong, duang!

The weird sound waves spread out, terrifying nearby souls, but mortals could not hear the slightest sound.

The gongs started, the flags were raised, the umbrellas were raised, the music was loud, and a team like the "Ghost King Marries a Kiss" in the myth story went up the mountain.

"..."

A few monks hanged carefully at the end, not even dare to come out, and sometimes glanced into the sedan chair.

They are lords of Licheng who are responsible for welcoming their relatives.

King Qingshan wants to accept the side concubine, know more or less, the only idea is ridiculous! The **** of shit, greedy, is more and more like a monster.

Of course, no one dares to say this, but must do it with all his efforts.

King Qingshan was about to marry a woman born with a yin yin vein, and gave him the birthdate character. Zhou Yang and others searched hard and did not find one. At the moment when they could not do anything, a girl suddenly came to the door and said that she was eligible and wanted to marry.

Zhou Yang and others were shocked and couldn't add more. They didn't work hard to check the way and hurriedly arranged her on the sedan.

These goods are all big men in the market. They are all the same. They naturally guess that something is wrong and are happy to kill with a knife. There is no way, please ask God to send God easily and difficult, the request of King Aoyama becomes more and more exaggerated, they are already suffering.

A few monks only knew about it, and thought the girl was forced, and could not help but secretly regret it. Youthful, long and handsome, gentle and docile, why is it such a thing? !!

Yan Chixia said it well: "It is worse than life to be a ghost!"

"Didi ... dirty ..."

Amidst the lively sound of trembling, the team reached the top of the mountain and stopped in front of the hall. There was a flash of light in the temple, and a red robe judge came out, frowning, "Just one? Didn't the Lord let you look for more?"

"My lord, forgive me, it ’s rare to have someone with a yin-blood. We searched in Fujian and found only one woman. But rest assured, we have already dispatched people to cast a net all over the country, and there will be results soon.

The headed monk was extremely humble, desperately explaining.

"Nothing, on the day of great joy, it is not easy to move the sentence, people are sent, you go back."

"Yes, let's go now!"

"You two, carry the sedan in!"

The soap-supply ghost carried the sedan into the hall and disappeared with the judge. The noisy atmosphere was just deserted for a moment, and then he heard "bang!"

The door of the hall closed by itself.

"Hurry on, hurry! Don't look back!"

Several monks Sarah ran down, you pushed me, you can't wait to have twin wings, and immediately returned to Licheng. The mountain more than a hundred meters high is nothing to the day after tomorrow. In a short time, we reached the foot of the mountain and ran to Shanxia Town all the way—there was a car there.

While running, the youngest child suddenly covered his face and cried.

"What a cry, hurry up!" Boss slaps ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ Whoo ... "

The later life became more and more unable to bear, crying louder, "Brother, I think we're in a hurry!"

Why was that guy called and drank? Anyway, I have worshiped the teacher and learned the magic, how can I live like a dog ... and the girl, how beautiful it looks, is there a life to go, than a marriage Still miserable! We do n’t want to practice, do n’t we want to cut off demons? "

"..."

A few people were silent, leaving only a rustling sound from the soles of the shoes. The boss opened his mouth and seemed to want to say something. After all, he didn't spit out, but patted his brother's shoulder.

…………

In the dark hall, a fiery red sedan parked.

It stands in the middle of the center. In front of it is the statue of King Aoyama. The judges and guards are on the left and right. The clay-faced faces are horrible, and their eyes are wide open, as if alive.

Wen Jing was sitting in the sedan chair, with a really red cardigan and a hijab.

The surrounding area was dim, and the smoky smell of day candles was floating in the air. She couldn't see anything and couldn't speak. She seemed to be in a narrow cage, waiting for something that was not a ghost or a monster.

And the most terrible thing is that there is no silk in the hall.

This deadly darkness made her even more nervous, her fingers rubbing, and she unconsciously pinched her sleeves.

"We have no discipleship, only one year. You are gentle and weak, and you are not very understanding, you have followed me for more than half a year ... Also, you go to Licheng Su's house and say that you are pregnant Mai, volunteer to be your concubine, and let them send you to see King Qingshan. How dare you respond? "

"Dare, dare ..."

Wen Jing covered her mouth, endured shyness and smile, remembering that she was stuttered at the time, oh, it was stuttering in thoughts.

(There will be a while ...)

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