After midnight, it is the time when the world meets the devil.
Winter Clothes Festival is dressed in gray, and his body is still as cold as a corpse all day long without any warmth. At this moment, he is walking slowly in the simple and dark alley of the residents, following him a few steps behind him and deliberately provoking Zhongyuan. .
Qingming Tongshang had just proposed to go to another place for a walk and come back because he couldn't bear the strange atmosphere between them. But after they left, Hanyi Festival and Zhongyuan Festival didn't say a word, only in the Occasionally, when there is an evil spirit, the two gods will solve it without saying a word, and then continue to repeat the boring and dull overtime work.
"Isn't Zhongyuan-Jun no longer using a knife? Where did your fancy and useless knife go?"
He casually killed a little devil who was hiding in the dark and deliberately hurt others. Hanyi Festival, whose face was covered with gray gauze, held an ancient knife that was as thin as a wild goose feather, and his half-length sleeves were also stained with bright red. The blood stained, his tone was still a sarcastic tone mixed with sneering, and Zhongyuan, who heard the words, did not say a word this time, only dropped his palm to a long knife attached to his waist. Luo Luo, then replied in a cold tone, "My Jie Dao has never seen blood, and if you come out just to quarrel with me, then go back as soon as possible, I don't have time to fight with you, Han Yi."
"...Who wants to fight with you, Zhongyuan-jun really has a thick skin."
The palm of the hand immediately clenched the handle of the knife, and the corners of Hanyi's mouth twitched coldly, and the anger that arose in his heart almost slashed Zhongyuan without raising his knife. It's a pity that those two have already avoided this cusp and found a clean place to stay, and while Zhongyuan and Hanyi were about to fight, Qingming Festival and Shangsi Festival are each leading a lost person. The kid is full of people looking for their way home.
"Ma Dongdong! Didn't you say your family lives in Dong'an District? We've been wandering around here for a long time. Where is your family?"
His tone was a little impatient and he held the hand of the little devil beside him. Compared to Shang Siji, who got up and coaxed another little girl in his arms, the appearance of Qingjun's frowning brows on Qingming Festival is really not friendly. The little boy who looked like a little boy also pursed his mouth bitterly, and then said with red eyes aggrieved, "I really don't remember... woo woo... My family used to live here... But I can't find it now woo woo … I’m sorry brother…”
The little ghost said that the tears were left behind, and the little girl also sobbed softly. Seeing the Qingming Festival, her face froze, and she couldn't speak for a while. Fortunately, at this time, Shangsi squatted down and hugged the little ghost. In his arms, he first gave a soft voice to coax, and after a long while, he glanced at Qingming with some helplessness and said, "Don't be so fierce, Qingming, it's normal for children not to know the way... Come on, Dongdong, don't cry, neither you nor Xiangxiang, when we look carefully, we will definitely find your own home for you, let me see where your parents are..."
While talking, he grabbed some sugar cubes from the pocket of his gown and gave them to these two little devils. As he spoke, he shook off half of the calendar paper in his sleeve and folded a grey sparrow. The golden light of the grey sparrow instantly lit up the corner of Shangsi's eye. The little mole on his face gave him a slightly different appearance and color, and when Qingming saw this, he rarely looked at him with some unexpected eyes. When the two of them watched the two little ghosts jumping and running into their respective houses, they raised their eyebrows on Qingming Festival and said to Shang Mi, who still looked stupid and uncharacteristic, "You have grown a lot in your supernatural power recently, it took a lot of effort, right? , sir?"
"Hey, is that so! Really? Thank you, Qingming! Master Li told me the same thing a few days ago!"
It was rare to hear a compliment from someone else. Shangsi looked happy and his face turned a little red. After saying that, he hurriedly stuffed some candy into Qingming's hands. When he heard Xiao Nanzhu's name, he was in a good mood. During the Qingming Festival, he immediately fanned the three-flower fan around his waist a few times, and then he sneered with the sugar cube in his unhappy mouth, "Don't mention him to me, just blame Li Shi! When I think of us If I want to work with Hanyi and Zhongyuan for an extra night, I will be very angry. After fighting each other for thousands of years, I am not tired of it. I have never seen them so vivid..."
The disgust of Qingming Festival is beyond words. As soon as Shangsi heard the gossip, he quickly followed his words and asked. Qingming Festival knew that Shangsi had lost his soul first, and naturally he did not remember the thousands of years of entanglement between Zhongyuan and Hanyi. hatred, so he only frowned and thought for a while, and then patiently opened his mouth and said, "The hatred between the two of them will be investigated four thousand years ago, when the four of us were called Ghost Festival. , but at that time, Zhongyuan was not called Zhongyuan, but Yulan Festival, while Hanyi had a more terrifying name, it was called Guitou Festival…”
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As the Qingming said, when Zhongyuan was still called the Yulan Festival, Hanyi also had another name, it was called the Ghost Head Festival. The Yu Lan Festival was a festival for Indian Buddhists who had just been introduced to Chinese society at that time in order to recommend their ancestors to hold the Yu Lan Bon Festival, because the Buddhist scripture "The Yu Lan Bon Sutra" aims to cultivate filial piety and encourage Buddhist disciples, which is very in line with China's pursuit. Mourning the far-flung folk beliefs first, so since the Liang Dynasty, Yu Lan festival celebrations such as temple fairs and walking flames began to prevail in various places. The disciple is dressed up, dressed in a purple-gold cassock, out of the dust, and a gold-black Jie Dao is where his Buddha's heart lies. In this almanac, what is similar and very different from it is also called the Ghost Festival, but it is worn all day long. It's the ghost head festival of the goose ling knife.
The yanling knife is the sword of the evil ghost in hell in the famous mural "Hell in Disguise" painted by Wu Daozi in the Jingyun Temple in Chang'an in the Tang Dynasty. On the day of the Ghost Head Festival, I got this ghost knife, and the spirit of the ghosts naturally lives up to the name of the Ghost Festival.
However, although they are also called the Ghost Festival, the Ulan Festival and the Ghost Head Festival have very different attitudes towards killing and ghosts, because after all, they have the incense and goodwill of thousands of believers, and they are full of expectations that the Buddha can save evil; One is convinced that the evil ghost of the world will eventually dissipate under his saber, and his temperament is three-point fiercer than the real evil ghost.
Therefore, it is also one of the ghost festivals, but the Yu Lan Festival and the Ghost Head Festival have always been tit for tat. In this way, the competition about knives took place six times under the circumstances that all the gods knew.
And in these six competitions, Guitou Festival has lost to Yu Lan Festival every time.
The ghost head festival, covered in gray veil, is often half-kneeled in front of the Yu Lan festival, which is full of blood and embarrassment. The inside was flushed red, and the blood between his lips and teeth was oozing from hatred. He clenched his teeth tightly, and his hoarse torn voice shouted intermittently again and again, "Come again... Fight with me again... Yu Lan... Fight with me again!"
"You have already lost, why should I fight you again?"
The sound of Yu Lan Festival is neither sad nor happy. At that time, like Zhongyuan, he did not like the existence of Guitou Festival in his bones, so although he has always had the upper hand in this thousand years of struggle, he did not have much The joy of the winner, and in the last competition, Yu Lan, who originally hated the existence of the Ghost Festival, said such a cruel sentence to the defeated Lishen in front of him.
"I have a wild goose ling knife, and the cold light shines on the ice and snow... Evil ghost, are you worthy of this sentence?"
This short sentence is enough to destroy the relationship between them to the point where there is no room for turning back. However, after fighting for thousands of years, they are gradually lost as the culture changes. the original name.
But today's Hanyi has a title that sounds a lot more elegant, and the origin of his festivals is more inclined to the legend of Meng Jiangnu giving cold clothes to her deceased husband, but in his heart he is thinking about, one day he must take care of himself. The Yanling knife slashed openly Zhongyuan's arrogant mask, which seemed to have never been taken off in thousands of years, and then deeply plunged the tip of the knife into his heart.
"Ah? So that's how this feud started... Well, then, it's not safe for us to put them together alone, Qingming... Don't worry, if you don't work overtime, Master Li will definitely hold you back. Our salary... I'm really poor, I don't want to be deducted... QAQ"
Hearing what Qingming said for such a long period of time, Shang Si was also a little shocked. After all, he had never heard of the relationship between the two calendar gods in a yellow calendar before that. I was also a little worried, but after hearing what he said, the Qingming Festival was really a little out of place for a while.
"Don't be afraid, no, I'll find someone else to help us drag the frame... I don't know if the cold meal has fallen asleep..."
Qingming muttered in his mouth, but in his heart he thought that he should go to the Cold Food Festival later. If something happened, he would have a helper. Suddenly, an exclamation came out, and when he raised his head during the Qingming Festival, he saw Shang Si shouting and grabbing his hand and shouting, "My mother! It's not good Qingming! Master Li just sent a text message to I said, there is something wrong in the underworld! About 4,000 evil spirits who were locked in the ninth layer of hell were released by mistake! Now they are all gathered in the city center!! We have to inform Hanyi Jun and Zhongyuan-kun! Otherwise, something big will happen!!!"