Twilight Boundary

Chapter 581 The weight of Guanzhou

The question of slaying the immortal stirred up the whole audience. Hu Ma waved his sleeves, and the nine copper rings of the gold mace in front of him moved in unison, and the sound shook the whole place.

He borrowed the altar to suppress the gold mace in the military formation. As the gold mace left the ground, he put it away. And now all over Mingzhou, there are altars set up by ghosts from all over the country. At this moment, the candles on the altars were extinguished at the same time. All the ghosts understood what happened, and they straightened their clothes in a panic, and walked out of the altar. He stood up and saluted in the direction of Mingzhou City.

The candles on the altar are extinguished, which means that the rituals have stopped and the heavy burden of Zhencheng Mansion can be temporarily relieved.

 And also because so many altars were put down at the same time, the magic power gathered on the altars immediately dispersed into the surrounding mountains and forests.

One, two, and countless strands of mana spread out at the same time, blowing up a gust of dark wind on the land of Mingzhou, shaking the mountains and forests all around, and all the villagers were shocked. The wind even blew straight out of Mingzhou. I don’t know how many people who were raising their ears and paying attention to what happened here were in a state of uncontrollable mood. I don’t know how many ghosts were running around calling their grandparents.

Huma’s words about what happened in Mingzhou are destined to spread throughout the country, but it is difficult for anyone to even estimate how big the commotion it will cause.

Unlike ordinary people's suspicions and suspicions, the biggest reaction was that several doors in the world that had not been opened in several years were opened when this strong wind blew across the world.

 Some people were burning incense at the door, some were telling fortunes, or some were playing with crickets, and they sighed in a low voice: "I haven't opened the door for so many years, and I thought it would never be opened again."

“But who would have thought that as soon as the door was opened, there would be such a big commotion? Are you too confident, or are you afraid and want to make a big commotion to embolden you?”

　　　…”

At the same time as these doors were opened, there was also a door that was already ajar. The person with the paper figure frowned: "You have so many causes and consequences?"

“Wouldn’t it be difficult for us to put such a big deal in the hands of my Wuchang Li family?”

 “...close the door and thank the guests!”

　　　…”

He seemed to be struggling in his mind and ended up closing his own door while other people were opening their doors.

 “That trump card, is it really that powerful?”

And on the edge of Guanzhou today, there is also an old man dressed as a bookkeeper, with a fortune teller's flag in his hand. An old man with a goatee is leading a man wearing silver jewelry. The witch girl, who was born bright and radiant, but still a little weak between her brows, was looking up at the pouring rain in Guanzhou, talking to herself in confusion.

There has been a drought and plague in Guanzhou for several years, but now there is thunder and heavy rain, which has been falling for three days.

He looked uncertain, gritted his teeth, and took the witch girl into the land of heavy rain. Then he packed up sticks and dry firewood, and set up a small tent in the rain. Two neat stones were used to build a small incense table. He first offered his ancestor, and kowtowed to the ancestor seriously.

“Teacher, what did you bring me to Guanzhou for?”

The witch girl spoke with a confused expression: "Where is my brother? I have never seen him. Also, where is the steward brother who you said saved my life? Is he here?"

 “Don’t worry, we’ll see them later.”

The old accountant sighed and said, "I have accepted you as my apprentice, so I have to bring you here first to broaden your horizons and see them again. Pass me the shovel."

The witch girl obediently handed over a shovel, and the old tent was under the tent. After digging for a long time, she first dug out the wet mud on top, and then dug down for two or three feet. Finally, he dug out a handful of dry soil. He carefully put the handful of dry soil into a broken bowl, then took out a scale and weighed it carefully for a long time.

When he saw the scale above accurately, his old wrinkled face suddenly tensed up, and his eyes seemed to be out of focus for a moment. After a long time, he took a deep breath:

"came back…"

　　“I was so **** beaten back by this mace…”

　　　…”

The witch girl had seen people weighing grain and meat, but not people weighing soil. She blinked curiously and looked aside.

But the old accountant did not dare to relax at all. He collected the handful of soil, wrapped it in oilcloth paper, and then kowtowed to the memorial tablet of the ancestor.

After giving a respectful salute, he held the three copper plates in his hand and whispered: "Master, Master, please give me a word of caution. Have you planned all this?"

After asking three times, he threw the copper plate on the ground and looked at it with wide eyes, but his expression was blank.

The witch girl said carefully: "Teacher, what is this?"

The old accountant said with a bluffing face: "The most basic skill in our sect is to ask our ancestors about anything. They say that he knows everything in heaven and on earth. You can ask him anything."

“Throw the copper plate three times and look at the hexagram image. The hexagram image has yin and yang, yin, yin and yang, which represents whether the ancestor nodded or shook his head.”

　　　…”

The witch girl said: "Then why do you look so ugly? What is this hexagram like?"

The old accountant suppressed his anger and said: "This hexagram means that he doesn't want to say..."

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The witch girl was a little confused when she heard this. She saw that the old accountant was in a very bad mood, so she didn't dare to disturb him.

The old accountant was unwilling to give in. He thought carefully for a while and then whispered: "The door of Zhenzheng Mansion is open, and the world is about to change. So, should our lineage choose a side?"

As he spoke, he tossed it three more times. Feeling extremely anxious, he stretched his neck and looked at the ground. His face suddenly changed again and his chest kept rising and falling. The witch girl said carefully: "Teacher, what did the ancestor say?"

 The old accountant said: "He still doesn't want to say..."

All of a sudden, the witch girl didn't know what to say. She just blinked and began to doubt the teacher's abilities.

The skills of these people seem to be not as useful as us witches raising a few powerful insects to make Gu...

“Why is it so difficult to be your disciple and grandson? How long has it been? Can’t you give me a clear explanation?”

Before she could say anything, the old accountant became anxious, pointed at the tablet and cursed, and even glanced at the heavy rain and mud on the ground outside, as if he wanted to throw it out, but in the end he didn't dare.

The witch girl couldn't stand it any longer, and whispered: "Teacher, you accepted me as your apprentice a few days ago. Didn't you say that the most important thing in our sect is to respect the teacher and be filial?"

 “Then he must be worthy of this filial piety!”

The old accountant was already angry in his heart, but he couldn't suppress it all of a sudden. He was breathing heavily, and the more he thought about it, the more dissatisfied he became: "Some people deceive gods, and some deceive ghosts."

　　"You alone are the only one who will catch your disciples and disciples in a trap..."

"Back then, your teacher and I, like other brothers and sisters, traveled all over the world to observe the dragon spirit. It was also because we saw that the customs in Mingzhou were thicker than elsewhere, so we thought there would be something different, so we settled in the Red Lantern Club. Prepare to see what's happening here. If there's no movement, I'll stay for a few years and then leave. If there's movement and it's big, I'll leave quietly."

　　　…”

The witch girl blinked her eyes: "What's the result?"

“The result was that the movement was too big, and the sky was shattered all of a sudden. I couldn’t even walk...”

The old accountant almost cried out of anger: "I know Zhenzheng Mansion is capable and is ordered to take care of these ghosts and gods, but who knew it was so capable?"

“The king of Guanzhou Prefecture, who used his mace to destroy mountains and cut down temples, received incense for hundreds of years, and was even blessed by the ancestors of the Meng family, is gone!”

"Even the land of Guanzhou has been taken back. How can the Meng family tolerate you like this? Isn't this bullying!"

　　　…”

As he spoke, the anger on his face gradually turned into fear, and he said anxiously: "It can't be done, it can't be done, the matter is too big..."

“Even the emperor’s order can’t suppress the Zhencong Mansion. Who would believe this if I tell it?”

“Such a big thing, if our ancestor wasn’t involved, I wouldn’t believe it to death, but the key thing is that he didn’t give any hint in advance..."

“What’s even more puzzling is, what is he trying to do?”

"What has happened to the Hu family now? They are just one person. Even if you take over the Zhenzhen Mansion and fulfill the old saying that a ghost can defeat a negative spirit, what will happen? The Meng family has been planning for twenty years longer than you. , a lot of incense orders have been sent out everywhere, how many gods have been accepted, and how many princes have already worshiped the Meng family in the name of the emperor? "

“Even if you, like a child of the Hu family, are cruel and use the name of the Zhencheng Mansion to establish rules, take advantage of injustice, and behead people, what’s the use of it?”

“Do you really think I can win over the hearts of all the weirdos in the world and follow you to fight against the Meng family?”

 “It was a miscalculation…”

“No matter how loud your slogans are, you will only gain fame and no benefits. Instead, if you follow you and follow the rules, not many people will be willing to follow you..."

“Do you really think that the world is full of saints?”

　　　…”

Hearing what he said all at once, the witch girl couldn’t quite hear it. She just said timidly: “Then… what should we do now?”

“Should you go to my elder brother, or should you go to Mingzhou to find your elder brother in charge?”

　　　…”

 “Not going anywhere!”

The old accountant listened and said cruelly: "Then what kind of manager can he have? Your brother is not a fuel-efficient lamp..."

“Listen to me and let’s avoid the disaster. The blood food and mines will not come back. Let’s travel around the world...”

　　　…”

As he said this, he was about to hug the memorial tablet and prepare to walk towards the east. Unexpectedly, as soon as he took a step forward, there was a muffled thunder above his head, which made him stiff.

He looked tremblingly at the sky above his head, on the verge of tears: "I know there is such a big pit, but why don't I want to jump out of it?"

 “Are you really going to kill your disciples and grandchildren?”

 (End of this chapter)