Red Moon Recovery: A Cloudy Day at the Start

Chapter 1: Qingming Festival, someone is coming

Blue Star 2079, eight o'clock in the morning.

The spokespersons of the news departments of the five federal states around the world announced a shocking news in front of the media of various countries at almost the same time.

The greatest seeker of this era, Mr. Zuo Chen, unfortunately died at the age of 43 during a quantum parallel experiment in the laboratory yesterday.

When this news came out, the world was in an uproar.

...

Blood Moon Period.

In the 35th year of the new calendar, Qingming is suitable for sacrifices, burning incense, and worshipping gods.

Lucheng.

It was six o'clock in the morning.

There is not the slightest trace of light on the horizon.

The dark red moonlight hung down above the city's continuous high-rise buildings, almost covering half of the sky.

The colorful neon lights flashing in the city.

It makes the streets of the city and the people on the streets feel unspeakably weird.

But no matter how rich the colors are in the city, the scarlet moon over the city is still the background color of the world.

At this moment, everyone seemed to be inspired by something, glanced at the time, and raised their heads together.

suddenly.

Under the blood moon, in the black cloud and mist, an endless huge figure quickly passed by.

The gloomy, decayed, and icy breath makes people stand tall in this April time!

"Huh!"

The song of the bird, like a baby crying, resounded clearly in everyone's ears.

After this cry, the red light that shrouded the entire city retreated like a tide.

A ray of light rushed from the east.

The city began to boil.

Today is the festival of sacrifices.

Sweep the tomb, put incense, and pray for blessings.

The Qingming Festival since the Blood Moon Era has been more valued than before.

In fact, all the ghost festivals in the old calendar are "status" soaring.

Tomb-sweeping Festival began as early as the third year of the blood moon, and it is stipulated that there should be a seven-day festival. I pray that in this era of the resurrection of the ghost, there will be the ancestors' shadow merits and the blessing of the gods.

In the northwest of the city, a boulevard far away from the city.

The tree-shaded area is not large, and there is a path covered with bluestone floors leading to the depths.

There is a dark red temple at the end of the road.

Compared to the crowds in front of some large temples, this place is sparsely populated, with only a family of four on a trail.

Walking in the forefront is a silver-haired old lady, carrying a bag of incense candle tribute in her hand, walking quietly.

Behind her was a middle-aged couple, about 30 years old, and a girl about five or six years old beside her, hopping around with a few people, her round eyes curiously looking at everything around her.

The road is not long, and only a few people will come to the temple.

The man in his early thirties walking behind the old lady,

"Mom, you said to worship the gods and pray for blessings. We should also choose a famous mountain temple. Where are you from here? You don't even have a personal shadow."

The man's voice was not loud, his face was pale, and he frowned when he looked at the small temple that was empty except for the trees and blue stones.

"Idiot."

"Praying for blessings and burning incense is about sincerity. Why is it that the gods of the big temple are more expensive than those of the small temple? What's more, although this temple is a bit crude, this **** is not an ordinary god."

The old silver-haired lady standing at the gate of the temple had a kind face, and she reprimanded when she heard the man's words.

Hearing this, the pale man appeared to sneer.

As a ghost master, he has no respect for gods and Buddhas at all.

Since the beginning of the blood moon, spiritual events in various places have begun to appear frequently.

In the initial stage of the spiritual explosion, people also try to ask gods to worship Buddha. When they think about it, there will be corresponding gods if there are ghosts.

But after several years of worshipping the gods they prayed for, there was still no response.

People know that there are only ghosts and no gods in this world.

All the so-called mountain temples are just the psychological comfort of ordinary people.

You can really save your life in this era of ghost recovery!

only,

Ghost in the body!

The middle-aged man wanted to say something, but his sleeve was pulled by his wife next to him.

He turned around and looked at his wife, who shook his head slightly to beckon him not to make any more noises.

The man glanced at his wife and smiled helplessly.

There is only one mud statue in the center of the small temple. The mud statue is primitive, but the person carved is extremely young.

This mud is like a single finger and two feet on the ground.

There are four small characters on the left and right sides of the mud statue.

The name on the left says: "Tianqi Shengdi"

The name on the right says: "The Emperor of the Underworld"

There is also a line of text on it: "Those who chant my true name in reincarnation can be blessed by me"

The man glanced at these lines of small characters. He who didn't believe in gods and Buddhas at first was immediately happy:

"The emperor of the underworld?"

"What a big tone!"

"Even if it is the Ten Temple Yama, the Sifang ghost emperor might not dare to claim to be so. I never imagined that this small wild temple still has such a fairy."

"It's interesting."

"Study, silence!"

The old lady at the front murmured.

"Before the temple, there was no problem in talking and talking. You can't laugh when you enter the temple."

The old lady scolded her son and began to wipe the altar.

At this time, the little **** the side finally couldn't stand her temper, let go of her mother's hand, and began to help her grandma place the tribute.

The woman gave her husband a blank look, and followed to help.

The middle-aged man smiled bitterly, he knew his mother's temperament.

When severe, even if he is now a ghost master, he does not dare to contradict him.

When the tribute was placed, Xu mother lit three sandalwood incense and knelt down respectfully, with sincere eyes.

"The holy monarch of Tianqi is on the top, the wife of the village Xu Lin, today with her children and grandchildren, worships the holy monarch, and asks the holy monarch to be merciful, so that my son will be free from the suffering of ghost recovery."

The long sandalwood enveloped the statue.

"Crack—"

A thunderbolt blew up in the clear sky.

"Pray for the holy emperor to protect my son..."

Just after Zuo Chen regained consciousness, he heard some voices.

I... Am I alive?

The old lady's prayers fell in his mind word by word.

It was extremely clear, as if it was right in front of his eyes, but his world was full of white and dark.

Zuo Chen closed his eyes vigorously and opened them suddenly.

Boom!

All darkness was dispelled.

He saw, he saw himself standing on a high ground, someone kneeling down.