My daily mountain driving, I met a fox at the beginning and got married

"Fengmen Village?" Bai Wuchang narrowed his eyes slightly.

Yin Cha nodded and continued to report, "This village has a peculiar Feng Shui and a strange structure that has completely blocked the Feng Shui of the village. If you don't look closely on the ancient official road, you can hardly see that there is a village there. The last place where Lord Zhao leaked his aura was near here."

"Fengmen Village..." Bai Wuchang murmured at this time, not knowing what he was thinking.

After a while, he waved his hand and looked at the ghosts on both sides of the ancient official road and said, "The ghosts of the Yellow Springs Division continue to track down the person who pretended to be a fourth-rank official. Report immediately once they are found! The ghosts of the Soul Locking Division are all rushing to Fengmen Village in the Yang World to investigate the whereabouts of Lord Zhao Li!"

The Soul-Locking Department and the Yellow Springs Department are both departments between the underworld. For the underworld officials of these two departments to meet Bai Wuchang and Hei Wuchang is like a company employee meeting the general manager. No one dares to disobey.

So after Bai Wuchang distributed the orders, the Yincha on both sides of the ancient official road roared, "Yes!" "We will obey your orders, sir!"

Bai Wuchang waved his hand, and immediately all the Yin officials on both sides of the ancient official road dispersed and ran in the front and back directions along the ancient official road.

One part continued to track down the mortal who pretended to be a fourth-rank official, while the other part went to Fengmen Village to inquire about the whereabouts of Zhao Li.

After all the ghosts had almost dispersed, Hei Wuchang turned to Bai Wuchang and said with a smile: "Are you still angry, brother?"

Bai Wuchang frowned slightly, glanced at Hei Wuchang, and said with a bit of impatience in his tone: "Brother Wushe, if you have any brilliant ideas, just speak frankly, why do you have to beat around the bush?"

Hei Wuchang's gaze was now cast towards the end of the ancient official road, his expression solemn.

"I went to Fengmen Village once three hundred years ago. According to the time in the human world, that was three thousand years ago." He spoke slowly.

"That place is the intersection of three ancient official roads. Although one of them has been abandoned, it was once guarded by a powerful figure who collected tolls."

"Although he has long passed away and his soul has returned to the netherworld, he may have left behind some tricks."

"Do you think that Zhao Li might have touched some mechanism left by that person and disappeared?"

Bai Wuchang frowned even more when he heard this. After thinking for a moment, he nodded and asked, "That does make sense. Those who can guard the pass must be extraordinary. Even the guard of this ancient official road is an eighth-rank ghost messenger, so that person must be not far behind, right?"

"What official rank does the person you are talking about hold? Does he have a seal from the underworld?"

Hei Wuchang nodded, then took a deep breath and shook his head, as if recalling something.

"Hmm... I have seen that person before. He is also an eighth-rank master and has the seal of Hades."

“However…” He changed the subject, “That person ultimately failed to break through to the seventh rank. When his lifespan came to an end, the ancient official road became abandoned.”

"But a few days ago I heard that the ancient official road has been reopened!"

"And there is no toll for passing through. Any ghost can pass through."

"But I checked and found that there is currently no one serving on that ancient official road."

"That's weird!"

"If no one is in office, then who can have the ability to reopen the pass and allow the ancient official road to be unobstructed?"

"Zhao Li is a seventh-rank official, and the person you are talking about is only an eighth-rank official. How could it be him?" Bai Wuchang curled his lips, obviously disagreeing.

"Forget it. I won't listen to anything that has nothing to do with Zhao Li."

"Besides, whoever wants to go to that abandoned ancient official road can go there. What does it have to do with our underworld?"

"Brother Wushe, don't you want to catch the person from the mortal world pretending to be a fourth-rank official?"

Hei Wuchang shrugged his shoulders with an indifferent attitude.

"Oh, that guy?"

"Although he deceived us at that time, he also allowed me to bring back an evil spirit and earned me a lot of merit, so I think he is not bad."

"As for catching him, if we can catch him, we will catch him. If we can't catch him, forget it. Everything depends on God's will."

"If it is God's will that you cannot catch him, how can you go against it?"

Bai Wuchang shook his head helplessly, secretly complaining in his heart: You are naturally happy to receive the merit, but since I met that person, I have not encountered any good things. And you shamelessly say that this is God's will? When you are also tricked by that person in the world, you will know how painful it is!

……

In Tanzhou City, just after midnight, the sound of clappers was heard on the street.

"Bang... bang... bang..."

"It's dry and dry, be careful with the candles!"

There were few pedestrians on the street at this time, but occasionally you could see a few drunkards sleeping on the side of the road.

Hearing this voice, some people who were drunk looked up, confused.

Bangzi? Night watchmen? Didn’t night watchmen disappear for decades?

Some people even thought they had traveled through time, shook their heads, and looked carefully.

The night watchman had a weathered look and unfamiliar techniques, but he moved through the streets and alleys of Tanzhou City in an orderly manner, as if he had received some special commission, allowing people throughout the city to hear the long-lost night watchman's sound that night.

Whether they were asleep or awake, they heard this voice that had disappeared for decades.

"The sky is dry and things are dry, be careful with the candle..."

The sound of the night watchman's drum lasted for a long time, as if it was both bidding farewell and welcoming something.

At this moment, all the families in the Nine Gates began to get busy as soon as the bangzi sounds were heard at midnight.

The Zhang family, the Huo family, the Hao family, the Chen family, the Qi family...all the nine clans opened all the gates of the courtyard in the early morning of that day.

All the doors of the central hall, front hall and backyard were open. Usually, their family would go through the small door.

As an old family in Tanzhou, Jiumen is often visited by national leaders, at least the mayor comes to visit frequently.

After all, the Nine Gates are related to most of Tanzhou’s business. If he has good relations with the Nine Gates, it will be easier for him as the mayor to do some things.

Therefore, an ancient family like Jiumen would generally only open its doors to show respect when a leader of this level came.

But today, all the nine families opened their doors.

The sound of the night watchman's clapperboard was like a signal.

As soon as the Yin hour arrived, the sound of the bangzi stopped abruptly, and in the courtyards of all the families in the Nine Gates, the sound of suona was heard one after another, as if one person was about to finish his performance and another was about to come on stage.

Today, those who play suona are all veteran folk artists.

When the suona sounded, people three blocks away could hear the miserable sound.

At this time, people in white mourning clothes stepped out from the gates of each of the nine houses. They gathered around a coffin filled with white flowers, and then walked towards the main street of Tanzhou City one after another.

It was dark, but the road was well lit.

If anyone could see this, they would feel a chill down their spine.

All the funeral processions from the Nine Gates were connected together, marching like a long dragon, passing through the streets and alleys of Tanzhou, leaving behind a sky full of paper money and the sad sound of suona.

The funeral procession walked very slowly, and it was not until the morning that they had just passed through Furong District of Tanzhou City. At this time, the sky was about to brighten, and the endless horizon was like a gradient oil painting. Then slowly looking up, you can see the light blue in the distance gradually turning into dark blue, then dark purple, all the way to the ink-like sky above your head.

However, this phenomenon did not last long. Half an hour later, it was daybreak.

And in the sky, countless yellow paper money were floating.

At this time, a worker who came out to work early in the morning was standing at a roadside breakfast shop and said, "Boss, I want a sugar-coated cake, with sugar!"

"Boss, give me some dry noodles with some sour beans!"

"Boss, give me some chicken drumstick rice!"

The workers sat on benches on the street, eating their meals while watching the figures in white mourning clothes slowly appearing on the road not far away. More and more people gathered on the roadside.

"What's going on? A funeral procession? It's rare to see burials like this nowadays!"

"Yeah, isn't this how the ancients buried their dead? It's too old-fashioned!"

"Hiss... This guy is quite important. There are so many people here. What day is today?"

"Damn, these coffins are not simple. Look, they are made of top-quality nanmu wood. This coffin costs three or four hundred thousand!"

"And the carvings, the longevity character on the front of the coffin, are inlaid with a layer of gold after they were carved! They must be from a wealthy family!"

"Have you noticed that there are surnames engraved on the backs of these coffins: Zhang, Huo, Hao, Qi... Hey? Aren't these surnames from the Nine Gates? Could these people be from the Nine Gates?"

"People from the Nine Sects? No wonder there is such a big scene!"

At this time, the sky was getting brighter and brighter, and there were more and more people on both sides of the road.

In the past, when there were a lot of people, it meant traffic jams, but today the road was surprisingly quiet, with not many cars driving on Xiangjiang Road.

Even if there were, after seeing the huge team on the opposite side of the road, they immediately turned around and went to other sections of the road.

And this team happens to be the people from the Nine Gates of Tanzhou.

At this moment, a car just turned into this street and saw a funeral procession coming towards it not far away.

After seeing this, the man in the driver's seat hurriedly turned a corner, even running a red light to change the road.

In response, the woman in the passenger seat looked at the man in confusion and asked, "Hey? Why are you turning? Aren't you going to be late for work?"

"And ran a red light!"

"How many points do you have left?"

The man frowned and said unhappily, "What do you know? Don't you know that drivers can't block funerals?"

"Besides, do you know the origins of these funeral processions?"

The woman was very puzzled and shook her head.

The man also took a deep breath and said, "I also heard from other colleagues this morning that I should not take this road. People from the Nine Gates will take this road for the funeral today!"

"How did your colleague know?" the woman asked puzzledly.

"He said that he saw it while he was having breakfast. The coffins were all engraved with the surnames of the Nine Sects. Besides, if they weren't from the Nine Sects, would there be such a big scene?"

The man shook his head, glanced at the funeral procession in the rearview mirror, and when he saw that it had gone far away, he breathed a sigh of relief and continued.

"By now, everyone in Tanzhou City probably knows that Jiumen was buried today!"

After saying that, the man turned on the car radio and then muttered, "Strange."

"The traffic jam caused by the nine-door funeral is so congested, why don't the traffic police do anything about it?"

Just as I was thinking about it, the sound of Tanzhou City morning news came from the car radio.

"Hello everyone, welcome to Tanzhou City Morning News, I am the host Feng Tao!"

"I'm the host Jiaojiao!"

"Jiaojiao, have you heard? This morning, a very strange funeral procession appeared on Huannan Road in the city."

"Is it the funeral procession of the Nine Gates? I have heard something about it."

"Then do you know the origin of this team?"

"Nine Gates! I'm afraid everyone knows about it now! Nine Gates was buried. I wonder what big event happened in the Nine Gates!"

"Yes, we have received relevant information since 3 a.m. yesterday. Some people even saw people from Jiumen walking all the way from Furong District to Huannan Road."

"Wouldn't that mean we've been walking all night?"

At this time, people from the nine gates of Tanzhou were walking on the right side of the road. Each family had thirty people, lined up neatly like a square, leaning against the roadside without affecting traffic.

The reason why no vehicles could pass was because the drivers were really scared after seeing such a team.

The team was composed entirely of mourners dressed in white mourning clothes, and each family carried a coffin.

There were eight strong men carrying each coffin. The towels on their shoulders were already soaked with sweat, but no one stopped.

As the old saying goes: when carrying the coffin for burial, if the coffin falls to the ground, it means that it will be buried there.

This is on the road. If the deceased is buried here, he probably won't rest in peace!
What’s more, the Road Traffic Department will never allow funeral ceremonies to be held on the main roads!

In front of the coffin, there was a person wearing white mourning clothes. Every thirty steps or so, he would scatter a handful of paper money. The paper money all over the sky filled the sky with a sad atmosphere.

Strangely, there was not much sadness on these people's faces, as if this emotion was a limited resource that they had already used up for the person in the coffin more than ten years ago.

The sound of suona has not stopped since three in the morning, and I don’t know how many batches of suona artists have been replaced during this period.

For today's burial ceremony, Jiumen specially invited many masters who know how to play suona to help with the farewell ceremony.

In this team, there are fifty people playing suona alone, which shows the scale of the Jiumen burial today.

Such a huge funeral procession was passing through the city and heading towards a cemetery called Shenglong Mountain on the outskirts of the city.

Along the way, pedestrians avoided the traffic and vehicles took detours.

Even though there were many cars on the road, no one honked their horn to hurry up.

Passersby who saw this scene were full of doubt and surprise, but no one dared to get too close. After all, seeing nine coffins being buried together would be a bit creepy for anyone.

"It's really strange. Funeral services are so advanced now. Can't we just call the crematorium and it's done? Do we still have to carry the coffin to the burial ourselves?"

"Hey, don't talk nonsense. Do you know who these people are?"

"who?"

"Brother, it seems that you are still too young and don't know much about Tanzhou City. Those people you see wearing white mourning clothes are all from the Nine Gates of Tanzhou!" (End of this chapter)