Thanks to the appearance of King Qingshan, this remote small village ushered in its greatest opportunity. A large number of believers poured in from all directions, and many local tyrants spent a lot of money to buy a few houses.
The villagers are smart. Half a year ago, they were eagerly looking forward to the demolition, but now the price has increased by ten times and they will not leave.
Licheng officials are extremely embarrassed. They can't believe in gods, at least on the surface, but they have to meet the needs of the masses, so they have to change their appearance and package the expansion and upgrading of the village as an economic project to build a coastal tourist area.
Daqing Mountain is more than 100 meters above sea level. It is not high, but it covers a vast area. Going out from the end of the village and walking a few miles, you can see a tall mountain gate archway, and then there are hundreds of stone steps leading to the main hall.
There are lanterns on both sides of the stone steps, with light bulbs that can change colors inside.
Late at night, Qingshan Village.
The moonlight is bright and the red lights are on, stretching from the foot of the mountain to the top of the mountain, and the light looks misty through the gauze cover, as if covered with ten miles of red makeup.
Most of the villagers have fallen asleep, only a few households are still lit, and there are occasional soft barking sounds.
"Hoo..."
"rustle!"
Suddenly there was a night wind blowing, as if a layer of mist had been blown up, and it was dizzy. A big red sedan chair suddenly flew out of the mist and floated towards the mountain gate at a leisurely pace.
Square and four corners, the pagoda sedan roof is covered with a red silk curtain, embroidered with auspicious patterns such as rich and noble peony, goldfish and lotus, and a big happy character.
The craftsmanship of this bridal sedan chair is extremely delicate, and the colors are bright and bright. It looks more and more strange as it walks through the void in the dark night.
Soon, the sedan chair floated to the mountain gate and landed steadily. Four clusters of black air suddenly emerged and turned into four white-faced and soap-clothed ghost soldiers, no different from human beings, except that the aura was gloomy, and it looked like it came from the underworld.
Immediately afterwards, a large amount of black air flew down from the top of the mountain, which also turned into ghost soldiers. Some opened the way, some raised flags, and some played and played, just like a battle to welcome a married couple.
"Huchi... Huchi..."
All the ghost soldiers waited for a while before a few Houtian cultivators rushed to catch up. They were already restless, but they trembled when they saw this. Fortunately, the ghost pawns were fine, the four white-faced soap-clothed men lifted up the sedan chair and beat the gong viciously to open the way, duang!
The strange sound waves spread, shocking the wandering souls nearby, but mortals couldn't hear the slightest sound.
The gongs were sounded to clear the way, the flags and umbrellas were raised, and the drums and music were loud. A team like the "ghost king getting married" in a fairy tale went up the mountain in such a mighty way.
"..."
A few monks hung cautiously at the end, not even daring to breathe, and glanced into the sedan chair from time to time.
They are the patrons of the wealthy family in Licheng, and they are responsible for assisting in the wedding ceremony.
King Qingshan knew more or less about the concubine's appointment, and his only thought was absurd! The god of bullshit, gluttonous and lustful, is becoming more and more like a monster.
Of course, no one dares to say this, and you have to do your best to handle it.
King Qingshan wanted to marry a woman born with yin veins, so he gave her birth date. Zhou Yang and the others tried their best to search, but they couldn't find one. When they were at a loss, a girl suddenly came to the door and said that she was qualified and willing to marry.
Zhou Yang and the others were so shocked that they didn't have the time to investigate where she came from, so they hurriedly arranged her into the bridal sedan chair.
These guys are big bosses in shopping malls, like human beings, so they naturally guessed that something was wrong, and they were happy to kill people with their knives. There is no way, it is easy to ask the gods, but it is difficult to send the gods away, King Qingshan's demands are getting more and more excessive, and they are already suffering beyond words.
A few monks only knew the general idea, and thought that the girl was forced, so they couldn't help feeling sorry. Young, handsome, and docile, why did such a thing happen? !
Yan Chixia said it well: "Being at the wrong time in life is worse than being a ghost!"
"Drip... Dirty..."
Amidst the lively sound of blowing and beating, the team reached the top of the mountain and stopped in front of the main hall. There was a flash of black light in the hall, and a red-robed judge came out, frowning and said: "Just one? Didn't the lord tell you to look for it?"
"Forgive me, my lord. People with yin veins are really rare. We searched all over Fujian Province and only found one woman. But don't worry, we have sent people to cast a net across the country, and there will be results soon."
The leading monk was extremely humble and tried his best to explain.
"That's all, it's a happy day, and it's not easy to use punishment. The person has been delivered, so you go back."
"Yes, let's go now!"
"You guys, carry the sedan chair in!"
The soap-clothed ghost carried the sedan chair into the hall, and disappeared together with the judge. The noisy atmosphere was suddenly deserted, and then he heard "Bang!"
The door of the hall closed by itself.
"Go, go! Don't look back!"
A few monks ran down, pushing and shoving each other, wishing to have wings on their backs and return to Licheng immediately. The mountain with a height of more than 100 meters is nothing to the day after tomorrow. In just a short time, I reached the foot of the mountain and ran all the way to Shanxia Town—there was a car to pick me up there.
While running, the youngest young man suddenly covered his face and began to cry.
"What are you crying about, hurry up!" The boss slapped him across the face.
"Woo..."
The younger generation couldn't bear it anymore, and cried louder, "Brother, I think we are useless! Why are we being called around by that guy? After all, he has worshiped the teacher and learned magic, how can he live like a dog?" Same... and that girl, how beautiful, is there still life in it, it is worse than being married to the ghost! We cultivate the Tao, don't we want to kill demons?"
"..."
The few people were silent, only the rustling sound of the soles of their shoes against the ground. The boss opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something, but he didn't say anything, and only patted his younger brother on the shoulder.
…
In the dark hall, a fiery red sedan chair was parked.
It stands in the center, with the towering Qingshan King in front of it, and the judges and ghost guards on the left and right. The faces of the clay sculptures are hideous and terrifying, with wide-open eyes, as if they have come to life.
Wen Jing was sitting in the sedan chair, wearing a real red shirt with large sleeves and covering her head.
Surrounded by gloom, the air was filled with the smoky smell of incense candles. She couldn't see anything, and she couldn't speak, as if she was in a narrow cage, waiting for something who didn't know whether it was a human, a ghost, or a monster.
And the most frightening thing is that there is not even a shred of light in the hall.
This deadly darkness made her more nervous, rubbing her fingers, and unconsciously tugging at her sleeves.
"We don't have the fate of master and apprentice. It's only a one-year period. You are meek and weak, and your understanding is not high. You have gained little from following me for more than half a year... Anyway, you go to the Su family in Licheng and say that you are pregnant. , Voluntarily become a concubine, and let them send you to see King Qingshan, do you dare to accept?"
"Dare, dare..."
Wen Jing covered her mouth, holding back her shyness and smile, remembering that she was stuttering at the time, oh, stuttering in her thoughts.