Did the fire that year have something to do with you?

Li Tuan is only about sixty years old. He should have been a child when the fire broke out.

"I was the youngest apprentice in the Cao family class, I was only six years old at that time.

The master, brothers and sisters were all on stage performing, and I had nothing to do and ran to the warehouse to catch mice.

As a result, I accidentally knocked over the jar that the master placed on the cabinet.

The jars contained white phosphorus used by troupes for performances, which accidentally caused a fire.

I was so scared at that time, fearing that the master would scold me if he found out, so I ran out of the window.

The fire grew stronger and stronger, and eventually the entire theater was turned into a sea of ​​flames.

I didn't mean it. I didn't expect that the fire would burn them all to death.

Over the years, I feel guilty all the time. Every day when I fall asleep, I can see their charred bodies and their hideous faces.

I never dreamed that I would be able to come back here in this life. This might be God's opportunity to atone for my sins.

Today is their death anniversary, as long as this fire is lit, everyone will be liberated."

Li Tuan's face was ferocious, and his whole body was trembling, as if recalling this past event caused him great pain.

It turns out that this is the truth about the fire more than fifty years ago.

Li Tuan was not only the instigator of the fire that year, but also a survivor of the fire.

For a six-year-old child, he didn't know what the fire meant. He was just afraid of being punished by his master.

"You think that setting a fire can help them escape and atone for your own sins.

So those innocent people who were burned to death by you today, what did they do wrong, and how can they be freed?"

Li Tuan was on the verge of emotional collapse and raised the candlestick in his hand high.

"I can't control that much anymore, it's all over, it's over.

Master, I’m here to find you.”

Li Tuan closed his eyes slightly and threw the candlestick in his hand towards the haystack.

I turned my palm and a copper coin burst out of the air.

The wick was cut off with copper coins and nailed to the solid wall.

The lamp fell to the ground and made a crisp sound.

Li Tuan opened his eyes, looked at the dark room, and collapsed to the ground.

"I will help them find a way to escape, but I will never do such a scandalous thing like you, which harms others and does not benefit yourself."

Li Tuan fell into a state of madness, lowering his head and letting out a bitter chuckle.

call!

A dark wind howled in the basement, and a hunched old ghost with a white beard slowly emerged.

"Little Dunzi!"

"Master, master..."

Li Tuan got up from the ground and looked at the old ghost in front of him, his eyes filled with tears.

"What sound do you hear outside?" The old man showed a faint smile.

Li Tuan pricked up his ears and listened carefully, with a look of joy on his face.

"The gong is on, it's the tune of our Cao family class."

"Don't make the same mistake again and again. Today is the last performance of our Cao Family Class, go and see it!"

After that, the old man's illusory figure floated towards the theater.

Li Tuan stood up tremblingly and followed the old man into the theater.

The performance on the stage was in full swing, and in the eyes of other spectators, they were still people from the art troupe.

But in Li Tuan's eyes, it was filled with former senior brothers and sisters.

The fire that year killed at least hundreds of people. These people have been trapped here after death, unable to achieve transcendence.

If you want to help them escape, you must open the Yin and Yang realm and send the souls into the netherworld.

Now that the Ghost Festival has not yet come, the gate of hell has not yet opened.

It is not an easy task to open up the realm of Yin and Yang based on my Taoism.

Soon the performance came to an end, leaving only the last scene of turning into a butterfly.

In the same performance, the actors on the stage performed the two butterflies vividly.

Because they can really fly around the stage.

Hundreds of lonely wild ghosts turned into ghostly fire and dim light, lingering on the stage.

The audience didn't know why and thought it was a flying stunt performed by an art troupe, and couldn't help but burst into applause.

"Well, I have never seen such a wonderful performance."

"Yes! How are these lights made? They are simply more beautiful than the New Year's fireworks."

"No, no, I have to look at it again when I turn around."

Until the end of the show, many audience members still looked unsatisfied.

But they didn’t know that the person performing for them on the stage was not a human being at all.

A performance like this will never happen again.

After all the audience left, it was almost time.

The theater door was closed again, and a crowd of lonely ghosts gathered together, looking at me expectantly.

They have given a wonderful performance, and now it is time for me to fulfill my promise.

"Qingqing, help me light three sticks of incense in each of the four directions on the stage."

Huo Qingqing nodded, and quickly followed my instructions and lit three incense sticks around the stage.

I took out a soul-gathering flag from the iron box, feeling a little hesitant.

“After the Yin and Yang Realm opens, someone needs to hold the Soul Gathering Flag to help them lead the way.

Without the guidance of ghosts, lonely ghosts cannot understand the six senses in the yin and yang world."

Li Tuan stood up and took the Soul Gathering Flag.

"Let me take them on their last journey!"

To untie the bell, one must tie it, so I didn’t say much.

"Before arriving in the underworld, no matter what happens, the Soul Gathering Flag cannot leave your hand.

Otherwise, all our efforts will be in vain and they will all be wiped out."

Li Tuan took the Soul Gathering Flag, his eyes filled with bloodshot eyes.

"I will never let go."

I took out a ball of red thread from the box, shook my hands, and placed a Yin Yang Bagua pattern on the ground.

"Burn incense to offer sacrifices to heaven and earth, and knock at the gate of hell."

"Open the realm of Yin and Yang and send souls into the underworld"

I waved my mahogany sword and struck hard against the red line on the ground.

The red thread burned with a roar, and I took out the Bagua mirror and shook it.

Suddenly a gust of wind blew in the middle of the stage, the white mist shrouded the air, and a passage suddenly appeared above the ground.

I drew a talisman under my feet and raised the Bagua Mirror to shine into the passage.

"Raise the flag!"

Li Tuan raised the Soul Gathering Flag against the howling wind, and all the ghosts hid behind him.

"I'll help you light the way forward, and you hold up the soul-gathering flag and lead them along the light.

Remember, if you send them to the underworld and return, there will be ghost missions to pick them up.

If you must come back before the incense burns out, otherwise the passage to the Yin and Yang Realm will be closed and you will never be able to come back."

Li Tuan did not answer, but held up the Soul Gathering Flag and stepped towards the passage of Yin and Yang Realm.

A group of lonely ghosts followed behind him, walking towards the passage of Yin and Yang Realm.

There was a gloomy wind, and there were sounds of ghosts crying and howling wolves everywhere.

Li Tuan held up the soul-calling flag and walked forward along the beam. He didn't know how long he had walked when a stone platform suddenly appeared in front of him.

The surroundings of the stone platform were chaotic and unclear, like a vast sea of ​​white clouds, and there seemed to be the sound of rolling waves beneath the sea of ​​clouds.

A group of lonely ghosts stood on the stone platform, silently looking into the distance.
Chapter completed!