On the 7th month of the seventh month, there are three festivals for worshiping ancestors.

At the beginning of the seventh month of the lunar calendar, the land of China was filled with incense.

Three festivals for ancestor worship: New Year's Eve, Qingming Festival, Double Ninth Festival, and the Zhongyuan Festival on July 15th are all festivals for worshiping the dead in Chinese culture.

The difference is that on New Year's Eve, Qingming Festival, and Double Ninth Festival are to worship ancestors, pray for continuous blessings, and protect future generations. However, the Zhongyuan Festival is to give alms to the lonely ghosts and seek peace and elimination of karma, which is accumulating good deeds.

In fact, the Zhongyuan Festival is not just on the fifteenth day of July. Legend has it that since the beginning of July, the ghost gate in the underworld has been opened. Some souls who have eliminated evil karma but have not had descendants will receive the gift of the underworld, and will return to the human world and enjoy incense. On the fifteenth day of July, we will return to the underworld, cut off our thoughts before our lives, and reincarnate with peace of mind.

Maoshan back mountain.

Incense is like a pillar.

The blue smoke rises to the sky, and the pilgrims worship and worship, this place has become the most incense near Jinling.

It's cloudy, light rain, and cool breeze.

The Maoshan Dan Club started in the late July of the Gregorian calendar and ended in the early August. The first batch of ** soldiers returned successfully, which happened to be the time when the Ghost Gate was opened on the Zhongyuan Festival. I am afraid that this was also what Maoshan had arranged before.

Dozens of disciples and descendants of the Taoist Taoism of Life and Death have returned to the world from the Resurrection Cliff to the living for several consecutive days, and the host Maoshan is half at ease.

When the soul returns to the body, the first feeling is that it is weak after recovering from a serious illness.

Wang Qian lay on the bed, looking at the ceiling, and exerted force several times, but he didn't get up. Just like the feeling of going to hell, this room was smelly, the secretions from the human body accumulated into miasma, and the fumigated nose was also stimulating to the eyes.

"It's so fucking smelly, I want to take a shower..."

Wang Qian shouted weakly.

In fact, it is not just him, but most people are like this. Only some ghost-catching masters such as Miaoshan, Nie Yuxuan, and Li Chong. After returning, the yang energy is quickly replenished. As if they took special medicine, they could barely stand up.

The room was lit with incense, but the smell was too great. Nie Yuxuan held the wall and supported Li Chong, moving towards the door step by step, looking disgusting.

After more than ten days of going into the clouds, the flames of the blood lotus lamps in the room were weak, as if they would be wiped out in an instant. Some people did not come back, such as Xu Facheng, Qin Kun, Yulongshan Zhao Feng, etc., and I don’t know if they were in trouble.

When Nie Yuxuan left, Wang Qian was envious. He turned his eyes and used the accumulated strength to exchange a Blood King Pill in the [Menggui Mall] for a blood king pill. Only then did he feel better.

Not far away, Han Yao also sat up with his body and said weakly: "Fatty, are you better?"

There are more than twenty people lying in this quiet room. Strangely, the layout is like a mourning hall, with the big "Dian" written on the black background.

The butter candle is huge, and a row of paper people smile like flowers, but the smile is cold and terrifying, which makes people feel uncomfortable.

After Wang Qian sat up, he saw himself wearing a shroud. He shrank his neck and asked, "Tuwa, what kind of hospitality is Maoshan? Are we going to bury us?"

Han Yao scratched his head: "This ceremony is called 'stealing funeral'. Taoist priests go through the Yin and Yang's body are dangerous here, because some big ghosts will take advantage of the opportunity to wear corpses. The mourning hall is to tell those guys who are not eyebrowed that these people are about to have funerals and dare to take advantage of the situation to break the rules. They will be chased! In fact, there are so many seniors who are guarding it, so there is no need to do this. I think it is a ceremony."

What a messy thing is so complicated, Wang Qian quickly took off his shroud and walked outside.

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On the first day of the seventh month of the lunar calendar, until the fourteenth day of the fourteenth month, people who have not woken up are polarized.

One extreme is like first-class ghost-catching masters like Xu Facheng, Qin Kun, and Zhao Feng, and the true teachings of the sect.

Another extreme is the little disciple who has never been known before.

The disciples' masters covered their faces and looked sad, probably knowing that the disciples could not come back.

July fifteenth, night.

Maoshan Sanxuan Sword stood with his hands behind his back, looking at the full moon.

Xu Facheng's blood lotus lantern has been renovated, like Qin Kun.

Zhao Feng was the first to wake up.

The old lady Sui Zhanyan laughed: "Feng'er, you're back! But have you met some tricky ghost king?"

Zhao Feng lay on the bed with a heavy head and grinned at the master: "No! I got lost when I ran away. This time I caught a few ghost generals and came back!"

The old lady put away her smile and spit out dry tobacco with a dark face: "Buried him, I can't afford to lose this person."

Zhao Feng sat up in a flash and wailed: "You don't know how terrifying that place is! I almost died!"

The old lady Sui found a rag and stuffed it into her apprentice's mouth, stuffed it to the surrounding Fengdu disciples for 200 yuan in cremation fees, bowed to the Maoshan Sanxuan Sword and his colleagues, and lifted his feet away.

Zhao Feng twitched like a donkey, Maoshan Sanxuan Sword was amused and crying, Chao Zhen, Ge Zhan and others looked helpless, the old naughty boy was the oldest and had the highest seniority, and everyone knew that this was angered by his disciples, so they didn't stop him.

The sky suddenly darkened.

A thunder roared, and lightning broke through the night sky. In the weather, heavy rain suddenly came.

"Fa Cheng is back."

Maoshan Sanxuan Sword and a group of people quickly ran out of the mourning hall, looking at the strange weather, not only smacked their tongues.

The dark clouds in the sky poured out a phantom.

A Taoist priest with a high crown of impermanence, carrying two swords, half black and half white, walked up solemnly.

It seemed like a person, or two combined impermanence. In short, the ghost was powerful and close. A gust of wind suddenly swept through the rain and hit everyone's faces.

Xu Facheng is back!

With himself as the center, the surrounding water began to whirl, like the eyes of a storm, accompanied by thunder and rain did not approach him, and a ghost phantom appeared behind him, with the left hand saying "Reward good" and the right hand saying "Punish evil", in total, four words.

"Xu Facheng, Maoshan, has met all the fellow practitioners."

With thunder cheers, simple greetings also have a thunderous momentum.

Xu Facheng walked into the mourning hall. After a while, the real person appeared. His hair was much whiter than before. He stood with a strong posture, not as weak as others.

Zhenren Pingfeng went over and grabbed Xu Facheng's arm and said excitedly: "Facheng, just come back!"

Xu Facheng smiled: "Master is worried. The disciple entered the underworld this time and lived up to his master, uncle and uncle, and caught six ghost kings and came back to offer pills. Where is Qin Kun? How many did he catch?"

Six Ghost Kings!

Pingfeng Zhenren suddenly felt a sense of heroism. More than 70 years ago, Yang Shen and Fang Yantian only caught three.

"Okay! Facheng should take a break. As for the head of Fuyu Mountain, you are lying inside, I'm afraid you haven't come back yet."

Xu Facheng was stunned and turned around and looked at the empty mourning hall. Apart from a few unfamiliar faces, there was no Qin Kun at all.

"Did the master remember it wrong? I just looked at it and it was not from the Qin Dang family."

Pingfeng Zhenren was stunned.

How is that possible?

When Zhao Feng just came back to his soul, Qin Kun was still lying inside!

It's gone in a blink of an eye?

In the direction of the kitchen, a figure suddenly sat in the corridor, carrying a clay pot, picking up the delicious food inside and shouting: "Brother Xu, come to me?"

It was a nourishing meal prepared by the holy monk. Qin Kun ate it with a shiny mouth and an extremely comfortable expression.

"Qin Kun, when did you come out?"
Chapter completed!