"Fengmen Village?" Bai Wuchang narrowed his eyes slightly.
Yin almost nodded and continued to report: "The strange pattern of Feng Shui in this village has blocked all the Feng Shui in the village. If you don't look closely on the ancient official road, you can hardly see that there is a village there. Mr. Zhao revealed the last time The place of your own breath is around here.”
"Fengmen Village..." Bai Wuchang muttered at this time, not knowing what he was thinking.
After a while, he waved his hand and then looked at the undercover officers on both sides of the ancient official road and said: "The undercover officers from the Huangquan Division continue to track down the person who pretends to be a fourth-grade Zhengqin official. Once discovered, they will report it immediately! All the undercover officers from the Suohun Division rushed to the Yangjian to seal the door. Village, investigate the whereabouts of Master Zhao!”
Both the Suohun Division and the Huangquan Division belong to the underworld departments. When the two departments encounter Bai Wuchang and Hei Wuchang, it is equivalent to the company employees meeting the general manager. No one dares not to listen.
So after Bai Wuchang distributed the order, all the Yin Chai on both sides of the ancient official road roared: "Yes!" "I obey your orders!"
Bai Wuchang waved his hand, and all the darkness on both sides of the ancient official road suddenly dispersed, and he ran in both directions along the ancient official road.
Some of them continued to track down the people from Yangjian who were pretending to be the Fourth Grade Zhengqin, and some of them went to the vicinity of Fengmen Village to inquire about the whereabouts of Zhao Li.
After all the evil had been cleared up, Hei Wuchang turned to look at Bai Wuchang and said with a smile, "Brother, are you still angry?"
Bai Wuchang frowned slightly and glanced at Hei Wuchang, with a hint of impatience in his tone: "Brother Wushe, if you have any great opinions, just say so. Why do you need to beat around the bush?"
Hei Wuchang's eyes were now directed towards the end of the ancient official road, his expression solemn.
"I visited Fengmen Village once three hundred years ago. Calculated in the time of the underworld, it was three thousand years ago." He spoke slowly.
"That place is the intersection of three ancient official roads. Although one of them is abandoned, there was a powerful character guarding it in the past and collecting tolls."
"Although he has long since expired and his soul has returned to the underworld, he may have left behind some means."
"Do you think that Officer Zhao touched some mechanism left by that person and then disappeared?"
When Bai Wuchang heard this, his brows furrowed even more tightly. After thinking for a moment, he nodded and asked, "This is reasonable. Those who can guard the pass are naturally extraordinary. Even the guards of this ancient official road are The eighth-grade ghost is not far behind, right?”
"What kind of official residence does the person you are talking about have? Is there a seal granted by Hades?"
Hei Wuchang nodded, then took a deep breath and shook his head, as if he was recalling something.
"Well... I have seen that person before. He is also in the eighth grade, and he has the seal of Hades."
"But..." He changed the topic, "That person failed to break through to the seventh level after all. Once his life span is up, the ancient official path will be abandoned."
“But I heard a few days ago that the ancient official road has been reopened!”
"And there is no charge for crossing, and any ghost can pass."
"But I checked, and there is no one currently serving on that ancient official road."
"This is weird!"
"With no one in charge, who can have the ability to reopen the pass and allow the ancient official road to pass unimpeded?"
"Zhao Li is a seventh-rank official, but the person you are talking about is only an eighth-rank official. How could it be him?" Bai Wuchang curled his lips, obviously not agreeing.
"Forget it, I won't listen to anything that has nothing to do with Zhao Li."
"Besides, whoever wants to go to that abandoned ancient official road can go, what does it have to do with us in the underworld!"
"Brother Wushen, don't you want to catch that person from the Yangjian pretending to be a fourth-grade Zhengqin?"
Hei Wuchang shrugged, with an indifferent attitude.
"Oh, that person?"
"Although he lied to us at the time, he also allowed me to bring back an evil spirit and earned a lot of merit, so I think he is pretty good."
"As for catching him, if you can catch him, catch him. If you can't catch him, forget it. It all depends on God's will."
"If God's will is such that you cannot catch him, how can you go against God?"
Bai Wuchang shook his head helplessly, and secretly cursed in his heart: You are naturally happy to receive merit, but I have never experienced anything good since I met that person. Are you still brazenly saying that this is God’s will? You will know how painful it will be when one day you are tricked by that person from the earthly world!
……
In Tanzhou City, just after midnight, a bang sounded on the street.
"Bang...Bang...Bang..."
"The sky is dry and things are dry, be careful of fire!"
There were few pedestrians on the street at this time, but occasionally you could see a few drunkards sleeping on the roadside.
Hearing this voice, some drunk people looked up and wondered.
Bangzi? Late update? Haven't the night watchers disappeared for decades?
Some people even thought they had traveled through time, shook their heads, and looked carefully.
I saw this watchman's eyes were weathered and his skills were unfamiliar, but he was walking through the streets and alleys of Tanzhou City in a decent manner, as if he had received some special commission, and everyone in the city heard this that night. The long-awaited wake-up call.
Whether they were asleep or awake, they all heard this voice that had been missing for decades.
"The sky is dry and things are dry, be careful of fire..."
The sound of the watch lasted for a long time, as if it was saying goodbye to something, but also like welcoming something.
At this moment, every household in the Nine Gates started to get busy as soon as the bang sounded.
Zhang family, Huo family, Hao family, Chen family, Qi family... all the nine clans opened all the gates of the courtyard in the early morning of this day.
All the doors in the central hall, front hall, and backyard are open. On weekdays, these families use small doors.
As a long-established family in Tanzhou, Jiumen is often visited by national leaders, and at least the mayor often comes to visit.
After all, Jiumen is responsible for most of Tanzhou's business. If he has a good relationship with Jiumen, it will be easier for him as the mayor.
Therefore, for an ancient family like Jiu Men, usually only when a leader of this level comes, will the door be opened to show respect.
But today, all the families in the Nine Gates have opened their doors.
The sound of the watchman's bang is like a signal.
As soon as we arrived at Yinshi, the sound of clappers stopped suddenly, and in the courtyards of all the families in the Nine Gates, as if you had finished singing and I came on stage, there was a series of suona sounds.
Those who play suona today are all old folk artists.
When the suona sounds, people three streets away can hear the miserable sound.
At this time, people wearing white mourning clothes stepped out of the gates of each of the nine houses. They gathered around a coffin filled with white flowers, and then walked towards the main street of Tanzhou City one after another.
It was dark, but there was plenty of light on the road.
If anyone could see it, they would definitely feel a chill running down their backs.
All the funeral processions from the nine gates were connected together, like a long dragon, passing through the streets and alleys of Tanzhou, leaving behind a sky full of paper money and the sad sound played by the suona.
The funeral procession walked very slowly until the morning and had just passed through Furong District of Tanzhou City. At this time, the sky will be bright, and the endless horizon is like a gradient oil painting. Then slowly looking up, you can see that the light blue in the farthest corner gradually turns into dark blue, then deep purple, all the way to the top of your head. The sky is like ink.
However, this phenomenon did not last long. After half an hour, it was daylight.
And in the sky, there were countless yellow paper money floating in the sky.
At this time, the workers who came out to work early in the morning were standing at the breakfast shop on the roadside and said: "Boss, let's make a sugar-oiled cake with sugar!"
“Boss, let’s have some dry noodles and add some sour beans!”
“Boss, let’s have some chicken drumstick rice!”
The workers were sitting on benches on the street, eating their meals, and looking at the figures in white mourning clothes slowly appearing on the road not far away. More and more people gathered on the roadside.
"What's going on? A funeral? It's rare to see someone buried like this!"
"Yes, isn't this the burial practice of ancient people? It's too old-fashioned!"
"Hey...this guy has some background, there are so many people, what day is it today!"
"Damn, these coffins are not simple. Look, these coffins are made of fine nanmu. This coffin costs three to four hundred thousand!"
"And the carving, the Chinese character longevity on the front of the coffin. After the carving was finished, it was inlaid with a layer of gold! It's a rich family!"
"Have you noticed that the surnames are engraved on the backs of these coffins, Zhang, Huo, Hao, Qi... Hey? Isn't this the surname of the Jiumen? Are these people from the Jiumen?"
"People from the Nine Sects? No wonder there is such a big battle!"
At this time, the sky was getting brighter and brighter, and there were more and more people on both sides of the road.
In the past, when there were many people, it meant traffic jams, but today the road was surprisingly quiet, with not many cars driving on Xiangjiang Road.
Even if there was, after seeing a huge team on the other side of the road, they immediately turned around and went to other sections of the road.
And this team happens to be from Tanzhou Jiumen.
At this time, a car had just turned onto this street and saw a funeral procession coming not far away.
The man in the driver's seat hurriedly turned a corner after seeing this, even running a red light to go another way.
In response to this, the woman in the passenger seat looked at the man in confusion and asked: "Huh? Why are you turning? Aren't you going to be late for work?"
“And ran a red light!”
"How many points do you have left on your book?"
The man frowned and said displeasedly: "What do you know? Don't you know that drivers can't block funeral processions?"
"Besides, do you know the origin of these funeral processions?"
The woman was very puzzled and shook her head.
The man also took a deep breath at this time, "I also heard from other colleagues this morning, telling me not to take this road. People from Jiumen will take this road for their funeral today!"
"How did your colleague know?" the woman asked doubtfully.
"He said he saw it when he was having breakfast. The coffins had the surnames of the nine families engraved on them. Besides, if they weren't from the nine families, would there be such a big battle?"
The man shook his head and glanced at the funeral procession in the rearview mirror. After seeing that they were far away, he breathed a sigh of relief and continued.
"Now everyone in Tanzhou City probably knows that Jiumen was buried today!"
After saying that, the man turned on the car radio, and then murmured: "It's strange."
"The nine-door burial has caused such congestion on the road. Why don't the traffic police take care of it?"
Just as he was thinking about it, the sound of Tanzhou City's morning news came from the car radio.
"Hello everyone, welcome to Tanzhou City morning news, I am the host Feng Tao!"
"I am the host Jiaojiao!"
"Jiaojiao, have you heard? This morning, a very strange funeral procession appeared on the southern section of the city."
"Is it that funeral procession from the Nine Gates? I've heard a lot about it."
"Then do you know the origin of this team?"
"Nine gates! I'm afraid no one knows about it now! The nine gates are buried. I wonder what big event happened in the nine gates!"
"Yes, we have received relevant news since three o'clock yesterday morning, and some people even saw people from Jiumen walking from Furong District to Huannan Road."
"Wouldn't that mean walking all night?"
At this time, people from the Nine Gates of Tanzhou were walking on the right side of the road. Thirty people from each family were arranged neatly, like a square formation. They were leaning on the roadside without affecting the traffic.
The reason why there is no traffic is because drivers are really scared after seeing such a queue.
This procession is composed of mourners wearing white mourning clothes, and each family is carrying a coffin.
There were eight strong men carrying each coffin. The towels on their shoulders were already soaked with sweat, but no one stopped.
Because as the old saying goes: When carrying a coffin for burial, if the coffin falls to the ground, it means that it will be buried here.
This is on the road. If the deceased is buried here, I'm afraid the deceased will not be in peace!
What's more, the Road Traffic Bureau will never allow burial ceremonies to be carried out on the road!
In front of the coffin, there is a person wearing white mourning clothes. Every thirty or so steps, he will drop a handful of paper money. The paper money filling the sky fills the sky with a sad atmosphere.
The strange thing is that there is not much sadness on the faces of these people, as if this emotion is a limited resource that they have exhausted for the person in the coffin more than ten years ago.
The sound of suona has not stopped since three o'clock in the morning. During this period, I don't know how many batches of suona artists have changed.
For today’s burial ceremony, Jiumen specially invited many masters who knew how to play suona to help send him off.
In this team, there were fifty suona players alone, which shows the scale of the Jiumen burial today.
Such a mighty funeral procession was walking through the city towards the cemetery called Shenglong Mountain on the outskirts of the city.
Along the way, pedestrians gave way and vehicles also took detours.
Even though there were many cars on the road, no one blew their horns to urge them.
The passers-by who saw this scene were full of doubts and surprises, but no one dared to get too close. After all, nine coffins being put together for a funeral would be a bit scary for anyone.
"It's really strange. Nowadays, funeral services are so developed. Isn't it just a matter of calling the crematorium? Do you need to carry the coffin to the burial yourself?"
"Hey, don't talk nonsense. Do you know who these people are?"
"Who?"
"Brother, it seems that you are still too young and don't understand Tanzhou City. The people you see wearing white mourning clothes are all people from the nine sects of Tanzhou!" (End of Chapter)