Snake Tangled Three Dreams

Chapter 134
"Sacrifice road?"

This word is familiar to me. I once delivered eggs to Granny Mei’s house. I happened to meet her when she was about to go out. He said that there was an accident on a road in the county, and the whole family of three on the car disappeared. It's not peaceful, so someone invited her to the place where the incident happened to do a ritual, which seems to be called "sacrificing road".

It's just that Jilu needs to do exactly what it needs to do, and what role it plays. I'm not there, so I don't know. Seeing that Liu Wangzhi is busy with the matter at hand, he doesn't seem to intend to explain it, so he wisely didn't ask further, quiet stood aside and watched.

The orange-red flame touched the incense head, and the flame burst into flames with a "boom", and the whole stick of incense sticks was ignited.

Liu Wangzhi separated three sticks of incense and held them in the other hand. The cold wind blowing from the side of the bridge quickly extinguished the open flame of the incense heads, and then saw wisps of light smoke curling up, thick fog Soon, a pure and thick sandalwood was filled.

In the past, the family used tribute incense to worship ancestors and go to the grave, but the smell of ordinary incense sticks is really different from the one in his hand.Not only that, the smoke from ordinary incense sticks is usually white or light blue, but the incense in this snake's hand, the smoke is actually a touch of vermilion.

"Is the incense in your hand special?" My eyes fell on Liu Wangzhi's hand, and the tip of my nose moved slightly, sniffing the nice smell.

"Well, top-grade vermilion sandalwood. For Yin Hun, it is equivalent to century-old ginseng."

As he spoke, he squatted down on one knee, and inserted the three separate sticks of incense sticks into the copper basin filled with white wine. When the light smoke from the incense head slowly rose three feet, he let go of his hand, and the three burning sticks of red sandalwood It just stood upright in the basin.

Does this work too?

Curiously, I squatted down with him and observed the three sticks of incense in the drink. I saw that the head of the incense was burning slowly, but the bottom was empty. There was really nothing to fix the end of the incense.

Liu Wangzhi didn't have time to worry about me, so he turned around and took a stack of paper money from his bag and threw it at my feet, while he picked up the paper figurine cut out from the stack of white paper, stood up and said to me: "Stay here, Burn all these paper money. No matter what you see for a while, don't make any noise."

"Okay, got it." I whispered back to him biting the copper coin, reached out to pick up the paper money on the ground, and suddenly found nothing lit, "Is there a white candle?"

"If there is incense in the altar, the candle will disperse the effect." He casually handed over the tin lighter and looked down at me, "Use this point, will it work?"

"...I think it's okay." Although I haven't tried it before, I have watched Liu Wangzhi light a cigarette more than a dozen times, so I followed the movement of the long fingers in my memory when I fiddled with the lighter, holding the lighter around the body, and holding it with my fingers. Abdominal sliding roller.

"Click", the bright fire lights up.

Liu Wangzhi raised his eyebrows slightly, turned around and walked across the bridge in silence.

I looked away from him, lowered my head and lit a few Ming coins, carefully placed them next to the copper basin, and then started to put the paper money in one by one according to the burning flame.

Seeing the flames burning more and more intensely, the sake in the basin became phosphorescent, but for some reason, I always felt like I was squatting in an ice cave, and my body temperature was getting colder and colder.

Suddenly, a gust of cold wind swept across, and the scorched ashes were blown up by the wind.I flicked away the scraps of paper money with my sleeve, and accidentally caught a glimpse of something shaking in my peripheral vision, so I turned my head to the side, but was caught off guard, and saw several people squatting quietly beside me!
Women in shabby clothes squatted beside the pile of paper money with their children, constantly sniffing the smoke from incense sticks in the air. They were unkempt, with undried blood on their faces, and they seemed to have suffered serious injuries not long ago. , but smoking incense sticks seems to make them feel happy, if it is not separated by the open flame on the paper money, they would like to put their heads in the copper basin directly.

"!!!" Surrounded in the middle, I didn't dare to move. I slowly took a breath of air-conditioning, swallowed the exclamation stuck in my throat, and then turned my head suddenly. There are many such figures!

Those figures include men and women, old and young, all dressed in modern clothes, all standing in the middle of the road in a daze, their eyes following the same direction, their heads stretched out and their noses fluttering, as if they were following The pure aroma of sandalwood smoke in the air.

I was taken aback by the vision that suddenly appeared in front of me, and almost forgot to continue burning the paper. At this moment, from the other side of the bridge, Liu Wanzhi's magnetic and clear voice suddenly sounded.

"Respectfully, Liuding Liujia God, open a road to let passers-by. Please avoid the evil messengers of Yan Luo, and I will open an altar to worship the soul of the road today."

The sonorous formulas of the words are still clear across the long bridge. Under the white and old street lamps, Liu Wangzhi faced me and walked forward. He was holding the red sandalwood in his hand. The flickering fire was faintly visible in the distance. The red smoke rises gracefully, and where the smoke fills the air, the white mist on the bridge quietly recedes.

I quickly added a handful of paper money, and the burning flames danced again, but none of the figures squatting around disappeared!
"Shua—" Liu Wangzhi raised his hand and spilled a handful of white paper, and pieces of paper cut into human shapes filled the sky.

The paper as clean as snow was stained with vermilion sandalwood in the air, swirling and falling, the red smoke was entangled with the white pieces of paper. Look, continue to speak in the wind.

"The lost souls in the southeast and northwest, the souls who don't know their names and surnames, the souls that cannot be reborn in shackles, all are reported with the sacrificial incense."

As soon as the words fell, the paper figurines lying on the ground started to vibrate like butterflies' wings one by one. Following Liu Juzhi's deep and magnetic "rise", all the paper figurines stood up on the bridge with a swish. Get up!
I stared dumbfounded at the palm-sized paper figurines on the ground, and found that their blank faces had eyebrows and eyes, and they were crying or smiling, and they all followed Liu Wangzhi, walking toward me following the smell of red sandalwood. .

The paper money in my hand had already been burned, I looked up at Liu Wangzhi who was standing in front of me, and asked with my eyes what should I do next?
He had no time to care about my thoughts at all, he used his spiritual power to cut off the red sandalwood in his hand, squatted sideways beside me, and looked down at the paper figurines gathered in front of the copper basin: "I will open the altar to sacrifice the road today. Those who die at the end of the bridge, report their last wishes one by one."

That's it, I didn't understand what he was doing until now.

Attached to these paper figurines should be the figures that appeared on the bridge just now. If you guess correctly, they are all tourists who died on the bridge in that accident.

Those who die in foreign lands don't know where to go. Even if their family members come to sacrifice, they can't take them back.After a long time, sooner or later, there will be resentment on the bridge, and the meaning of the city god is to let Liu Wangzhi deal with these wandering souls staying here, convey their last wishes for them, and let them be relieved.

The paper figurines lined up and jumped onto the edge of the copper basin one by one in an orderly manner. While sniffing the three sticks of red sandalwood standing in the basin, they conveyed their unfulfilled wishes to Liu Wangzhi with a weak voice.

I squatted beside and listened quietly. After the paper man by the basin conveyed his last wish, he jumped into the copper basin. As soon as the thin piece of paper touched the white wine in the basin, it ignited instantly with a "boom", and the flame sank into the wine. In the painting, a wisp of green smoke rises from the basin, heralding that another dead soul will be liberated.

It was rare for Liu Wangzhi to be so patient, and he didn't move and listened intently the whole time. I was a little sleepy waiting beside me, so I couldn't help but raised my hand and yawned.

Suddenly, there was a scream at the end of the paper figurine line, and I immediately cheered up and looked over. I saw a few bloody severed hands stretched out from the bottom of the bridge, and wrinkled the paper figurines lined up behind. Pull it back under the surface suddenly!

The paper figurines queuing up in front started screaming and running all over the ground. I pointed at the severed hands that were catching wandering spirits everywhere, and I widened my eyes and shouted: "Liu Wangzhi! Those severed hands are popping up again!"

Before the words were finished, the person beside him rushed out in a blink of an eye, and the spiritual power accumulated in his hand instantly turned into a lightsaber, and he slashed at a severed hand with lightning speed!
"Boom", the severed hand was chopped off by the roots, and instantly exploded into a cloud of blood, scattered in the air and disappeared.

The rest of the paper figurines were all scrambling to run towards my feet. I saw a severed hand reaching out from below and was about to grab the paper figurine in front of me again. Suddenly, it plunged towards that gray hand!
The tip of the dagger pierced the palm of the severed hand, and it twitched with all its strength, and quickly burrowed back into the ground as if fleeing.

Holding the dagger in my hand, I gasped for breath, watched Liu Wangzhi flash back from the opposite side, and said nervously: "What are those severed hands? Where did they come from?!"

Liu Wangzhi drew a circle of light on the ground with his spiritual power, surrounded all the remaining paper figurines, and said to me with a serious face: "These people died here is not an accident, it seems that the strange thing is hidden in the Under this bridge."

(End of this chapter)