"Old man, we are quite destined."

After Zhong Sheng left Fangshi, he traveled through areas with weak incense, avoiding the eyes and ears of the public, and accidentally bumped into an old man on the way.

The old man looked miserable. He was escorted by two men wearing bronze masks and dressed in black, and walked out of the city crying.

Zhong Sheng wanted to question him, so he beat and kicked the two weirdos who were escorting him away, and saved the old man.

"Young man, how come you dare to hit them?"

Although the old man was rescued, he was still in shock and his eyes were filled with fear.

"I've beaten you, but what else can I do? You don't have to worry about me anymore."

Zhong Sheng doesn't care. He has caused too many troubles tonight. He has too many lice to bite him and he has too many debts to worry about.

"Hey, you are still young. When you reach my age, you will know not to offend people carelessly."

The old man reasoned over and over again, and his emotions gradually calmed down.

Zhong Sheng hurriedly asked about his second uncle Zhong Kui.

It turns out that Zhong Kui hit a pillar and died, violating the majesty of the imperial court. There was a debate about what should be done with him after his death.

The officials in the imperial court were divided into two parties. One party believed that he should be severely punished, while the other party was compassionate and believed that he should be pardoned.

Severe punishment of Zhong Dao will definitely lead to the disunity of scholars and the loss of the hearts of the vast number of scholars from poor families.

After all, the Tang Dynasty has not yet unified the world, and it is the time to recruit people, so it is important to fight for Shilin.

It was not until the Zhenguan period that Li Er, a ninety-five-year-old man, had the confidence to say that the world's most talented people have become my boss.

At the end of the court discussion, the leader of the Tang Dynasty waved his hand and gave Zhong Kui a grand burial without any further prosecution.

When it came time to implement the specific handling, something happened. There was a demon monk named Seng Keshou who suggested that he be buried in red clothes to show his honor.

"The living people don't know it, and we ghosts don't know it. When a red man is buried, there will be fierceness."

The old man shook his head as he spoke, "Nowadays, Zhong Kui's coffin has been parked in the eastern suburbs and is not allowed to be buried."

He subconsciously looked at Zhong Sheng with murderous intent, "Could you be?"

"Yes, that's my second uncle."

Now that Zhong Sheng knows the inside story, he will take back his second uncle and take revenge.

"Don't be impulsive. Today is the Nuo sacrifice. Fang Xiangshi is opening the way. His Nuo men patrol the city to capture lonely souls and wild ghosts."

The old man pointed in the direction where the two weirdos left just now, "The ones you just beat away were the two Nuo gods."

It turns out that the Nuo Festival in the city was a large-scale divine descending ceremony.

The actor, wearing a bronze mask with four eyes and a bear skin, plays the role of Fang Xiangshi, the god who opens the way.

Fang Xiangshi is an ancient god, the protagonist of the Nuo sacrifice, the lord of the four directions, and the leader of billions of Nuo gods.

The living people in the city saw Nuo dances and dancing gods, but the dead and ghosts saw a different scene. Countless Nuo gods descended on them amid the incense and smoke, captured them and escorted them out of the city and into the underworld.

"I know you are not afraid of ordinary Nuo gods, but Fang Xiangshi has great supernatural powers. If you offend him, you will definitely end up in a state of despair."

"You just broke up the Nuo dance and chased away the Nuo god. If Fang Xiangshi knew about it, the whole city would trace your whereabouts."

"It's better to leave the city with me as soon as possible and don't take risks."

Zhong Sheng thought for a while, "Don't worry, wait until I rescue the second uncle, kill the demon monk, and then we can go home together."

Seeing that he could not be persuaded, the old man saluted Zhong Sheng three times, turned around and left.

Zhong Sheng looked back toward the eastern suburbs and nodded slightly, "Second Uncle, I'm here."

At this time, the Nuo festival in the city became more and more lively, and the streets were deserted, and all the people came to the streets.

A huge procession passed by the streets, and various majestic and ferocious mythical characters appeared everywhere on the streets.

Among them, there are also beach gods wearing masks and black clothes, escorting imps through the streets.

The people in the city cheered, chased and threw debris at the little ghost, which meant that evil spirits were driven away and good luck would come.

However, no one knows that most Nuo gods and ghosts are not played by living people, but real ghosts and gods walking around the world.

Shrouded in incense, the Nuo gods and ghosts that are invisible to the naked eye appear in full view.

If it weren't for the Nuo sacrifice team to cover it up, such a horrifying and real scene would definitely trigger a wave of people fleeing.

Zhong Sheng shuttled among them. Although he was the body of a soul, he was not a ghost. The gods turned a blind eye and passed by with the little ghosts in their arms.

There is an evil ghost as strong as a mountain, spewing out sulfurous black smoke from its mouth and nose, dragging its limbs with iron chains, struggling and roaring, the sound shaking the clouds and snow.

The Nuo gods surrounded the evil ghost and kept dropping sticks and sticks, causing sparks to fly and thick smoke to billow.

The evil ghost screamed in pain again and again, and walked out of the city under the torso of the Nuo God, carrying a filthy and diseased aura.

"Okay, this is wonderful."

The people in the city all thought it was a clever mechanism and a realistic scene, and they applauded it repeatedly.

Walking forward again, there are also ghosts who take the initiative to merge into the team without urging them to be escorted.

These ghosts are holding pig heads, rice cakes, and sacrificial wine. They are all drunk, and they do not need to be escorted by Nuo gods.

"Hey yo, hey yo."

The people on the street laughed so much that it turned out that there were two ghosts, one big and one small, walking towards them carrying water tanks with funny postures.

The big ghost is about four to five people tall and looks like a giant, taller than the evil ghost just now. The little ghost looks like a baby with slender limbs.

In the water tank they were carrying, there was a sound of water and the aroma of wine overflowing. It was obviously wine used for sacrifices.

The big ghost was in front, carrying the whole wine vat with all his strength, while the little ghost pretended to follow behind. As he walked, he would jump on the edge of the vat, hang upside down and steal the wine, winking and winking, which was very funny.

"Hehe."

Zhong Sheng also found it interesting, but time was tight, so he took a few glances and moved on.

In the city of Chang'an shrouded in incense, the world of Yang and the underworld overlap. During the Nuo sacrifice, humans and ghosts live together without distinction.

Suburbs, in ancient times, meant the area within a hundred miles outside the capital, and later generally referred to the outside of the city.

Eastern suburbs, east of Chang'an City, include a large area outside the city.

In Chang'an City, many guests die every year in a foreign land and cannot be laid to rest. They are parked in Yizhuang, the eastern suburbs, waiting for people from their hometown to take them back.

Zhongdao's coffin was supposed to be buried with dignity, but it was sent to the eastern suburbs without anyone claiming it.

Here, there is also Zhong Sheng's pot. He set fire to his house and escaped into the mountains. After the county received the news, there was nowhere to convey it.

"Second uncle, don't be surprised. When I take you back to my nephew in the future, you will be buried in splendor."

While feeling ashamed, Zhong Sheng thought that returning fallen leaves to their roots is the wish of every wanderer, and his second uncle was no exception.

There was no one in Yizhuang, so the old man who was watching the night sneaked out and went to the street to watch the Nuo sacrifice, leaving the empty place for mourning.

Zhong Sheng looked at the coffins everywhere and was puzzled. How could he find his second uncle's coffin?

"Second Uncle, Second Uncle, if you hear this, please respond to me."

Zhong Sheng opened his mouth to call, and his voice spread far away. The night became more and more silent, and no one responded.

"Second uncle, I am a young student. Grandma and sister-in-law are waiting for you to come home."

"You have been away from home for more than a year or two, why haven't you come back yet?"

A true call, sincere and sincere, every sentence comes from the heart.

Zhong Sheng knew that tonight, during the Nuo sacrifice, the evil ghosts would be driven away and the good ghosts would be reborn, but his second uncle was trapped in his body and could not escape because of the demon monk's troubles.

If after today, the resentment becomes more and more profound, damaging the Yin, longevity and Yin virtue, it will inevitably lead to serious consequences.
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