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Chapter 137 Dispatch Gods and Generals, Extraordinary

Tsing Yi Xiaodao was very surprised by the scene in front of him. He had seen records about ghost roads in many ancient books in Wudang Mountain.

But still the same sentence, for these things, Tsing Yi Xiaodao has always regarded it as a religious culture, and has not explored too much whether it is true or false.

But now everything in front of him seems to be exactly the same as the ghost road environment mentioned in the ancient book, which made him a little confused for a while.

The ghost road is different from the well-known underworld, and it is completely different from the underworld that the folks call.

Everything in the world is divided into yin and yang. The road that people walk is called yang, and the other side is naturally yin, which is this ghost road.

This is why there have been endless supernatural rumors about mirrors since ancient times.

Because mirrors can often reflect the other side that is difficult for ordinary people to see, the ancients also summed up some taboos about mirrors.

As long as these taboos are followed, future generations will not be troubled by these things, which is also the fundamental reason for the existence of taboos.

For example, the mirror cannot face the bed, cannot face the window, let alone two mirrors facing each other.

Behind the yang house is the yin house, and behind the yang road is the ghost road. Through the mirror, it is easy to become another frightening existence.

The Tsing Yi trail looks around suspiciously, the lush shade trees stand on both sides of the road, in the vast white mist, it looks like a figure with teeth and claws.

Most of the introductions to ghost paths in ancient books are shady trees leading the way.

Most of the ghosts walking on this road are lonely and resentful ghosts who are trapped in the yang world and cannot enter the underworld to reincarnate normally.

Therefore, this road is winding and winding, and it is impossible to tell the direction at all. People who go deep into it cannot know where they are currently.

A little surprise flashed in Tsing Yi Xiaodao's eyes, the rumors in the book actually appeared in front of him at this very moment.

This also made Tsing Yi Xiaodao couldn't help but guess.

Could it be that the reason why Liuhuo Avenue set up a rule that no one is allowed to enter after 12 o'clock is because if you are not careful, you may walk into a ghost road?

Just when he was wondering, the anchor who was trapped here before accidentally found the figure of Tsing Yi Xiaodao.

He has tried every direction on this road, but no matter how he goes, he will always come back here in the end.

These things are breaking down the anchor's psychological defense bit by bit. Just when he was feeling desperate, he accidentally saw the Tsing Yi path gradually coming from the white mist.

He probably never thought that one day he would feel great peace of mind just because he saw a Taoist priest.

Without any hesitation, the man who was already on the verge of collapse quickly ran to Tsing Yi Xiaodao, and then said excitedly:

"Daoist, help me, there is a problem on this road, help me!"

The moment Tsing Yi Xiaodao saw this person, he immediately understood.

No wonder just now I saw a person standing there on the Liuhuo Avenue and kept turning in circles, feeling that his soul had already entered the ghost road.

Tsing Yi Xiaodao suppressed the shock in his heart, looked at the man in front of him and said:
"Didn't you see the notice board at the door? Since it must be reasonable to set up such a rule, why do you have to risk yourself?"

The man's face twisted together, as if he was about to cry in the next second.

After being stuck here for so long, the man has already regretted it in his heart.

"Daozhang, I know I'm wrong, take me out quickly, this place is too evil!"

But in fact, this Tsing Yi Xiaodao doesn't know how to leave this ghost road.

He recalled that most of the ancient books he had read on Wudang Mountain only introduced the existence of ghost roads, but they did not specify how to enter ghost roads and how to leave ghost roads.

Otherwise, with the curiosity of the little Taoist in Tsing Yi, he would have tried it a long time ago, so why wait until today?

But Tsing Yi Xiaodao thought about it again, he remembered that there seemed to be something written on Liuhuo Avenue:
"Haven't you tried the method written in the code?

Turn around three times in place, then keep walking with your eyes closed. "

The man froze for a moment, then shook his head:

"I didn't pay attention to the rules at all, and the fans in the live broadcast room mentioned it, but it was quickly wiped out by other comments.

It didn't take long for my mobile phone to suddenly go black, and I can't turn it on until now.

Is the method you said really work? "

"It should work..."

Tsing Yi Xiaodao looked at the man, and soon realized that the man who was trapped on the ghost road in front of him didn't know him at all, but he was actually in a physical state now.

His physical body is still circling on the Liuhuo Avenue, while his spirit is trapped on this ghost road. If he is trapped for too long and his body dies, this spirit will never return.

What's more troublesome is that according to the theory stated in the Taoist classics, his spirit is trapped on this ghost road, but his life is not over.

If there is no accident, he will only become one of the lonely ghosts on this ghost road.

But Tsing Yi Xiaodao didn't say anything about it, he just urged the young man in front of him to do what he said.

The two closed their eyes together, then turned around three times in place, and then walked forward.

Every time they walked a few steps, a dog barking came from the ears of the two of them.

Tsing Yi Xiaodao opened his eyes with some doubts, only to find that he had returned to Liuhuo Avenue again, and there was an old man with a big black dog standing not far away.

The man next to him also slowly opened his eyes. After looking around in a panic and confirming that this is the familiar Liuhuo Avenue, the man sat on the ground with his whole body limp and his buttocks.

He was panting heavily, his wide eyes filled with fear.

Everything he experienced just now was enough to make him remember it fresh for the rest of his life.

However, at this moment, the man noticed that his mobile phone was always on for live broadcasting.

In the comment area, many viewers were speaking, and these words sent chills down the man's back.

"What is the anchor doing, why does he keep circling around here?"

"What's the situation? It was fine before. It's been almost 10 minutes. Why didn't you say a word?"

"It's boring, the anchor should take the time to check his head, what's the point of this live broadcast?"

The man flipped through these comments in astonishment. At this moment, there were only dozens of people left in his live broadcast room.

Seeing that the man finally stopped circling and had other reactions, the audience asked questions again.

These comments also made the man realize that what the audience in the live broadcast room saw was that he was constantly circling on this avenue of fire.

But I just appeared on another road and traveled in every direction, but no matter what, I just couldn't leave that strange place.

The man couldn't figure out what was going on, but at this moment Tsing Yi Xiaodao patted the man's shoulder:

"Come on, don't stay here.

If conditions permit after returning home, mash the jujube kernels and fry them into soup to drink, which has the effect of calming the nerves.

Then get a good night's sleep and forget about what happened tonight, it shouldn't have happened to you. "

The man stood up stiffly, then turned off the live broadcast, and thanked Tsing Yi Xiaodao repeatedly.

He left Liuhuo Avenue in a panic, and everything he experienced on that ghost road kept appearing in his mind.

Whoever has experienced such a thing, I am afraid it will be the same.

Seeing the figure of the man leaving in a hurry, Tsing Yi Xiaodao also sighed softly.

Looking back at the old man with the black dog, Tsing Yi Xiaodao regarded him as the administrator of this Liuhuo Avenue, so he didn't speak, turned around and walked out of Liuhuo Avenue.

The experience on Liuhuo Avenue made Tsing Yi Xiaodao suddenly realize that maybe his own point of view was wrong all along.

Those seemingly mysterious things recorded in ancient Taoist books may not all exist.

This also made Tsing Yi Xiaodao feel awe of the rules of the Liuhuo Avenue. He planned to leave this place first, and then find a day to come and see what the Liuhuo Avenue has.

Regarding the departure of Tsing Yi Xiaodao, the smoker is also a little unclear.

A Taoist priest suddenly appeared on this road in the middle of the night, and he didn't seem to be from the polling bureau.

But the smoker didn't think too deeply, he quickly looked around, trying to find out where the polling bureau was.

The entire Liuhuo Avenue is already pitch black at this moment, only an open shop not far away is still lit.

The smoker can only go to this shop to have a look first, and is going to ask the shop owner, maybe he can know where the polling bureau is.

The shop with the lights on is naturally the management office, Brother Pingtou, Zhao Hu, and the God of the River gathered around Zhao Xue to pay the bill.

The time on the wall was already pointing to 10:[-]. It took [-] minutes for Zhao Xue to finally put together all the accounts, and then she was able to relax.

"Okay, thank you for your cooperation, everyone can go back and rest.

Today, each store has a lot of income, which is something worth celebrating.

Now we are on fire, and there will only be more and more tourists in the future. You must ensure the quality of service and product quality.

Only in this way can a virtuous circle be formed. "

Zhao Xue instructed the three earnestly and carefully, and the three nodded their heads one after another.

Apparently, they didn't know anything about what was going on outside. When Brother Pingtou just opened the shop door, a black dog's face came into view.

"Oh my mother!"

This startled Brother Pingtou, and he even took a few steps back subconsciously.

"Wang Wang Wang..."

The black dog at the door kept barking at Brother Pingtou and the others, which made the smoker who was leading the black dog look at the three of them with a bit of astonishment:

"My dog ​​never barks, what's going on today..."

However, speaking of this, the smoker suddenly thought of something, and then frowned:
"You guys, aren't you human?"

Looking at the strange old man in front of him, Brother Pingtou was so angry that he was about to jump up:

"What are you doing? Didn't you see the sign at the door, Liuhuo Avenue is forbidden to enter after 12 o'clock!"

The river god next to him also said with some displeasure:

"Hurry up, hurry up, and can you take care of your dog, don't let it bark."

Zhao Xue also stood up suspiciously at this moment, staring at the smoker at the door.

Until now, Zhao Xue only regarded it as a tourist who entered Liuhuo Avenue at night, so she quickly said politely:

"This tourist, please leave Liuhuo Avenue as soon as possible. Tourists are not allowed to enter after 12 o'clock, otherwise we have no way to ensure your safety."

At this time, the smoker is also a little confused about the situation in front of him.

This place obviously didn't look like a polling bureau, and he didn't know these people at all.

This made the smoker feel puzzled. Is it possible that the polling bureau is not in Liuhuo Avenue at all?
Therefore, the smoker didn't speak, but just greeted the big black dog that had been barking, and then left the shop, preparing to walk out of Liuhuo Avenue.

However, at this moment, the shop door that was just closed behind him was suddenly pushed open, and then the fat man showed a face full of doubts, and at the same time muttered to himself:

"It's true, the director. It's obviously a mistake. How can there be guests in the middle of the night?"

Hearing the familiar voice from behind, the smoker turned his head and looked over. At this time, the fat man also met the smoker's sight.

"I'll go, there are really people, hey, aren't you that weird old man?"

The smoker looked at the fat man, and then looked up at the sign that said Management Office.

He obviously didn't see Fatty in the room just now, how could this person come out of this door suddenly.

The fat man looked curiously, and the smoker looked at the big black dog sitting next to him, and then said:
"You should be the guest that the director said, are you here to find the polling bureau?"

The smoker nodded. Before he could ask a question, the fat man pulled open the door of the shop:
"come in……"

The smoker looked suspiciously at the door that the fat man opened. Everything inside the door was completely different from what he saw just now.

With doubts, the smoker led the big black dog into the door, and a hall came into view.

In the hall, Ma Linger sat on the sofa and read the folk diary written by the fat man, while Yan Qilin was holding dumbbells in the indoor training area next to it.

The smoker was even more confused now, he turned his head and looked outside the door, the familiar Liuhuo Avenue was still outside.

But just now when he walked through this door, what he saw was a receptionist, Zhao Xue, Brother Pingtou and others.

But when he followed Fatty in, not only the environment changed, but even the people changed.

"The director is really amazing. He said there was a guest, but as soon as I opened the door, I saw this strange old man."

Fatty's voice immediately attracted the attention of the two of them, and the moment they saw the smoker, they all recognized it.

"Isn't this the one from Fushou Village? Why did you suddenly come to our polling bureau?"

"This……"

The smoker looked at the fat man in astonishment and asked:

"This is the polling bureau?"

The fat man nodded his head as a matter of course:
"Of course, you are here specifically for the polling bureau?"

While the two were talking, Feng Yun walked down the stairs unhurriedly.

Seeing the stunned smoker standing at the door, Su Yun smiled peacefully:
"meet again."

Obviously Feng Yun was not surprised by the appearance of the smoker, but the smoker was a little confused at the moment.

"I'm Feng Yun, director of the Polling Bureau. Fushou Village was too hasty last time, but I've been waiting for you."

Regarding Feng Yun's words, the smoker felt a little puzzled:
"Director Feng, did you know I would come?"

"Not only do I know that you will come, but I also know more things."

As Feng Yun spoke, he stretched out his finger and pointed in the direction of the stairs:

"Come on, let's talk in the office."

The smoker glanced at the big black dog next to him:
"sit!"

The black dog sat obediently at the door, looked straight at the smoker, and followed Feng Yun towards the second floor.

Fatty and the others followed curiously, and entered the house together.

As soon as he sat down, the smoker couldn't wait to look at Feng Yun and asked:
"Director Feng, what do you mean by saying you know more about me?"

Feng Yun pointed to the old-fashioned satchel on the smoker's back, and then said slowly:
"Your portrait of the door god is inseparable from God, probably because the portrait is very special.

As far as I know, dispatching gods and generals requires a lot of luck.

Sign a contract with the gods, you can ask the gods to help..."

Especially when he heard Feng Yun's last sentence, the door god's face obviously changed a lot.

Because Feng Yun's words directly explained his biggest secret.

The smoker has traveled all over his life, and has been wandering with his parents since he can remember.

Smokey has been fond of folk customs since he was a child, and he is very interested in things about mountain spirits, wild monsters, earth treasures and heavenly spirits.

But no matter how interested he is, the smoker is just an ordinary person. What really changed him was when he got lost in a hundred miles of mountains and forests at night and stumbled into a ruined temple.

There are two statues of gods enshrined in the temple, one is Shentu and the other is Yulei.

But the temple was obviously in disrepair for a long time. There was a big hole in the roof above the two statues, and it happened to catch up with the heavy rain that night.

The smoker always respected the things of the gods, so he braved the rain, found some planks, and repaired the house.

But it was also because of this heavy rain that the smoker contracted a cold illness. Since he slept in the ruined temple that night, he had a high fever, and his life was even in danger.

In the confusion, the smoker saw two people walking into the temple in a trance, and the two people were actually the same as the god statue.

The two expressed their gratitude to the smoker, but at that time the smoker had lost all his strength and was still hanging with his last breath.

The smoker only remembers that the two drew something on his wrist, then pricked his fingertip and took a drop of blood.

Accompanied by the smell of fireworks from the burning paper, the smoker fell into a deep sleep. When he woke up again, he found that he was refreshed, and his cold illness was cured overnight.

At the same time, two portraits suddenly appeared beside him, which were the statues of the two door gods, Shen Tu and Yu Lei.

Since then, the smoker has the ability to borrow the power of the door god, and can even talk to the idol.

But in fact, it is not that the two door gods live in the door god alley, but they have left some of their own strength in these two paintings of door gods.

Relying on this power, the smoker also saw a brand new world.

The folklore knowledge mentioned in the folklore books he read before is no longer just a culture, but also a solution that smokers can use when facing some problems.

Later, during his travels in the rivers and lakes, the smoker picked up a little black dog.

This black dog is very human, and the smoker has never been deliberately trained, but this black dog can understand his every command.

And after a long time of contact, the smoker found that the black dog never barked at people.

But whenever it opens its mouth to bark, it is a bad omen...

(End of this chapter)