Chapter 270: The Yin Soldiers Borrow the Road

Chapter 270: The Yin Soldiers Borrow the Road

Not long after the first bell sounded, the atmosphere around changed significantly. There was a huge moon in the sky, but no stars could be seen.

The bright moonlight, at this time, seemed particularly strange.

Ye Xiaochuan and the other two were all cultivators, but they had never seen such a strange scene, and they were all a little speechless.

After a long time, Ye Xiaochuan murmured in his heart: "No wonder people call the moon the demon moon, it is really demonic."

The unusual thing was not only the disappearance of the stars, but also the sudden wind around them. It seemed that it was not the usual night wind, but the cold wind. The wind was not strong, but it was piercingly cold. The three stood in front of the window and were blown by the cold wind, and they were sweating.

Baili Yuan whispered, "What a strong Yin Qi. How many Yin spirits can gather so much Yin Qi."

Ye Xiaochuan looked at the center of Zhuxian Street not far away and said, "Yin Qi does not come from the human world, but from that place."

Ye Xiaochuan pointed over there, and Baili Yuan and Yang Ling'er looked at it at the same time. Under the bright moonlight, on the ground in the center of Zhuxian Street, there was an unusual light slowly rising. Looking carefully, a huge Yin-Yang Tai Chi black and white fish pattern appeared on the ground.

The huge black and white fish bit each other's tails, and two strange lights, one black and one white, slowly wandered.

Baili Yuan's eyes condensed and said, "Could it be the legendary Ghost Gate?"

Ye Xiaochuan nodded and said, "It should be correct. This is a passage connecting the human world and the netherworld. It was banned by ancient ancestors. Now the ban has not been lifted, and the Yin Qi has already leaked out. I really don't know what kind of existence the legendary netherworld is."

The way of heaven is divided into three parts, human, ghost, and god.

According to legend, there is a heaven above the human world, where all the gods and humans live.

Below the Nine Netherworlds is the Netherworld, the palace of the underworld, where the ghosts and spirits go to the afterlife.

The three realms and six paths, the five elements of reincarnation, are endless, so this universe exists.

But no one can tell what the Netherworld looks like and where the heaven is.

The heaven is illusory, and the gods and humans are ethereal. No one has seen them for thousands of years.

The Netherworld does exist, but living people cannot enter the Netherworld at all. Only the souls of the ghosts can enter the underworld through the reincarnation channel, and there is no return. Once those ghosts step into the gate of hell, they must go through reincarnation to return to the human world, and the memories of the previous generation will disappear completely.

After most humans die, in a very short time, their souls will float into the reincarnation channel and enter the Netherworld to wait for reincarnation.

But for a small number of people, perhaps because they are attached to the prosperity of the human world, or perhaps have unfinished business, their souls will travel in the human world and become lonely ghosts.

This kind of ghost is very common, but it does not cause much harm to the world. They are just a small energy wandering in the world.

When the spring thunder explodes every year, these ghosts will completely disappear in the thunder.

Of course, there are exceptions.

People have good and evil, and Yin spirits are also divided into good and evil.

Some humans who died unjustly or tragically, at the moment of their death, their resentment is hard to eliminate, and all gathered in their souls, which will form the evil ghosts and evil spirits in the mouth of the world.

This kind of evil spirit is extremely violent and murderous. It is the kind of alien that the three realms do not accept and the six paths do not rotate. They do evil in the world, absorb the yang energy of the living to strengthen themselves, and can even borrow corpses to revive and practice the way of ghosts.

These evil spirits cannot stay in the world, but God has the virtue of loving life. Those who smell it really don’t want to beat them to death, so they can only send them to the netherworld to wash away their hostility and give them a chance to reincarnate as humans again.

This Yin-Yang Road in Zhuxian Town is a time-space passage that leads the dead to the underworld.

In the center of the Yin-Yang Road, the huge black and white fish Tai Chi diagram became brighter and brighter, and the two fat black and white fish were spinning faster and faster.

At this moment, the sound of bells came from the south of Zhuxian Street again. After the sound of the bell, Ye Xiaochuan and others saw that from the south of Zhuxian Street, under a faint smoke, many figures seemed to appear, but they could not be seen clearly in the smoke.

When the three of them tried hard to see clearly, suddenly, a dongdongdong sound was heard, but it came from the north of Zhuxian Street.

Ye Xiaochuan and Baili Yuan were very familiar with the sound. It was the sound of monks beating wooden fish. They heard this sound a lot in Jishi Temple.

A moment later, countless figures appeared in the smoke from the north of Zhuxian Street, and there seemed to be the sound of old monks beating wooden fish and chanting scriptures.

Figures appeared in two directions, one in the south and one in the north. They all gathered along the straight Zhuxian Street, heading towards the black and white fish Tai Chi diagram in the center of Yinyang Road.

The fire basins burning in front of every household, at the moment when the two groups of ghosts appeared, the flames glowed even more green, the wind blew, the flames flickered, and a puffing sound was made, like the breathing of ghosts.

At this moment, Ye Xiaochuan knew with his butt that the one coming from the south should be a Taoist priest from the Tianshi Dao of Longhu Mountain, and the one coming from the north was a monk from the Jiaye Temple of Xumi Mountain.

He was a little surprised. This ghost gate opens three times a year, in April, July, and December of each year. It opens so frequently, there shouldn't be many ghosts.

As a result, looking at the shadows emitting dim light emerging from the smoke, there were actually a lot of them.

Soon, the ghost teams from the north and south appeared in front of everyone. On the wide and long Zhuxian Street, countless ghosts appeared from the south, ten ghosts in a row, and it was unknown how many miles away.

These ghosts were like soldiers marching on earth, maintaining a neat formation, but they were not walking on the road. Their feet were about one foot away from the ground. They were walking, but in fact they were floating. Countless ghosts came over without any footsteps.

In front of the ghost team, there was a person wearing a bamboo hat whose appearance could not be seen clearly. He was wearing a dark blue outfit, not a Taoist robe. Judging from the bulge on his chest, the person wearing the bamboo hat seemed to be a woman.

The woman was a human, leading the way in front of the ghost soldiers. She held a large black porcelain bowl in her hands. There was water in the bowl, a lot of water, but not a drop of water spilled out.

On the side of the ghost team, there was an old Taoist priest, shaking the bell in his hand and throwing yellow paper money into the sky.

The old Taoist priest kept shouting: "Ghost soldiers, let's go, mortals, get out of the way."

His voice was hoarse and low, like the sound of ghosts crying, without any emotion.

At the same time, the ghost team on the street in the north also walked out of the fog.

There were also ten ghosts in a row, and those ghosts were stunned, with dull expressions. In front was a little monk wearing moon-white monk robes. The little monk was a little fat, but not very old, with white skin, and looked very honest.

The little monk walked at the front of the ghost team, beating a wooden fish in his hand. The countless ghosts behind him seemed to be controlled by the wooden fish, and walked forward step by step with the sound of the wooden fish.