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Chapter 193 Zhongyuan is approaching, the gate of ghosts is waiting to open
There are many joyful and exciting things in a person’s life, but those who look forward to are full of expectations generally don’t have too much. Qin Fen wants to shout to God now, it’s really true that you give me so much expectation every day. okay?

Putting his hands on the opponent's shoulders, Qin Fen's body automatically tensed up, numb, as an upright person, he really needs to be ashamed.

Qin Fen thought fiercely, and flew up with his hands. In fact, rookies usually do this.

"down!"

What the hell?Qin Fen was dumbfounded.

"Are you sure?" Qin Fen still asked, this is what you asked for, but I actually refused.

"Yeah." The female ruffian is very calm, anyway, you can't see it.

This is what you said, don't hit me then.Qin Fen looked at the opponent's back and pressed his hands on it. He was really good at kneading.

Time always goes by very fast. It only takes a few days from Qixi Festival to Zhongyuan. After a short rest, five or six days will pass in the blink of an eye.

During this period of time, Chef Qin stayed at home obediently. Every time he met Sun Yating, he had a strange expression on his face, and he was a little afraid to look at him, because when he saw it, he would think of that day.

And the female ruffian also did what a landlord should do, taking care of Qin Fen for a day, which made Chef Qin, who was holding his breath, feel uncomfortable.

Song Shaoqing didn't know what he was busy with, and he couldn't see anyone all day long, and the two of them were basically alone, and the awkward atmosphere was everywhere.

The [-]th of July is coming soon, and Qin Fen can also see a lot of people burning paper before the night when he goes for a walk outside, and the clear night sky is also covered with a strange atmosphere today.

Depressed, mysterious, uncomfortable all over.

Today is NO.13. According to the tradition of the lunar calendar, tomorrow is July and a half, which is the first day of the Ghost Festival. After twelve o'clock, the gate of hell will open.

The ancestor worship in the world is harmonious, but the night in the fairy world is shrouded in a large fog that cannot be resolved.

Somewhere in the Earth Immortal World, the space began to fluctuate strangely. A mountain grew out of nothing. From a distance, the whole mountain was pitch-black and filled with black smoke. Groups of clouds floated from the mountain to the sky. Cannot penetrate thick smoke.

The fluctuations continued, and whispers echoed in the space, like weeping, a lot of noise swayed to the surroundings, the sound passed, there was no sound, the insects lessened, and the birds and beasts disappeared.

There were laughing, roaring, joyful, vicious voices, both young and old, men and women, as the monstrous tide began to rush out.

On the black mountain, one after another palaces appeared, no more, no less, exactly ten.

A one-way road runs straight down from the top of the mountain to the foot of the mountain, with towering peaks on both sides. Around the road, rows of sullen sweats in black uniforms appear, holding weapons in their hands, and the blades flash with a cold light.

There is a city wall at the foot of the mountain, and the surrounding area is also full of jailers, with a big word prison on the back.

A green flame ignited on the city wall, painting the surrounding area, and it was gloomy. At this moment, Qin Fen closed the door of the room with his mobile phone, and clicked on the video. With the activation of the mysterious light technique, he also took over the ghost land and the shadowy mountains. fundus.

"This light is very similar to the lights of the teaching building in high school. It seeps into people when you look at it. I don't know what the school leaders thought at the time. It's like a ghost gate." Qin Fen complained.

Seeing the four judges in the picture come out together, and black and white impermanence standing behind them, the two yin gods seem very calm at the moment, holding a mourning stick in one hand, and a summoning order in the other hand, but Hei Wuchang is very painful, and the good friends look calm, Instead, he ran his hands through his hair and straightened his bangs.

I'll give it a go, this bitch is really sharp.Qin Fen looked at the two of them in pain, looked at each other's mourning sticks, and thought hard, isn't this stick a little too much?
Qin Fen was very relaxed. The Ghost Festival was a lively event for him. He did everything he could, and it was up to the end.

All the yin gods are also very calm. This time, Lu Juan made great contributions and was appointed by Yan Luo of the Ten Temple to be in charge of everything this time. In the words of Chef Qin, this is the team leader of the working group, awesome.

Glancing at the sky, the sky is getting darker and darker, and the time is getting closer.

Qin Fen was also waiting boredly. It was getting late now, and he didn't worry about the female ruffian making trouble. He could happily see how the ghost festival was played in Tianting.

Woohoo, a lot of depressing roars appeared from the mountain, and the rows of figures began to change from transparent to visible to the naked eye. Facing the phone, Qin Fen shook his hand violently. The entire Yinshan Mountain was engulfed by the crowd, and people in all kinds of clothes stood quietly, looking at the full moon in the sky.

The green will-o'-the-wisps began to burn everywhere, and the entire Yinshan Mountain seemed to be ignited by flames, and was in a sea of ​​flames.

Lu Pan stood on the wall and looked around quietly, "How is the arrangement?"

Cui Pan nodded, "Everything is properly arranged in the inner space of Yinshan according to the arrangement of which Shangxian. The garden party, chess and card room, and the buffet arranged by the God of Cookery are all in place now, and the jailer has already arranged it. Shangxian If you are really clever and unparalleled, you can think of such a bad idea, but using entertainment to keep them, it is a bit depressing to think about it.

It seems that our old-fashioned way is not working anymore, we must introduce new ones, so as to make these guys feel fresh. However, traditional events such as storytelling, jokes, and juggling are also arranged. This time, with the help of the gods, there should be no mistakes. "

"I hope, but it's better not to say anything about it, don't talk about Shangxian, Shangxian is unpredictable, be careful when he hears it!"

Cui Pan was stunned for a moment, "It's not so nonsense."

Qin Fen chuckled, I heard that, just wait.If the prime minister measures it, you will be unlucky.

Lu Juan nodded, turned his head and lowered his voice, "How do you arrange the bull's head and horse face, the time is almost here."

"It's done. As early as after Qixi Festival, the jailers were arranged to find out the prickly and prestigious people in the [-]th floor of the prison with whom they were close friends, and taught them several lessons. It was the dragon who lay down for me, and the tiger Lie down for me, through education, they are very knowledgeable now, teach them to play chess and cards early in the morning, and use them as points to spread throughout the underworld.

It has been spread by them, and it has been quite popular and well received, and when the gate of hell is opened, I will send out a signal, and they will encourage cooperation from below.It shouldn't be a big problem to hold back most of the group of impatient ghosts and play chess and card games for two days. "

"Well done." Lu Pan nodded, relying on high pressure is not advisable, Lu Pan is not stupid, and is equally flexible.

Qin Fen was stunned by the conversation between the few people, how familiar is this set of yours.

At the same time, he also understood Lu Pan's approach. Humans are social creatures, and so are ghosts. Because they have not been reincarnated and have not drank Meng Po soup to retain their memories, they still continue the way of life before they were alive. Lu Pan's approach is to take advantage of this, It is really not easy to pick out the thorns and make use of them.

Dang Dang, the twelve o'clock bell rang, and the door under the wall creaked and slowly opened, gusts of black wind blew out from the door, the surrounding temperature seemed to drop rapidly, and the surrounding vegetation was covered with a layer of black frost.

The group of ghosts started staring at the gate with their eyes bright. This is a once-a-year release. Everyone is gearing up, ready to go out to have fun and have a big meal.

"The gate of hell is open!" Lu Juan waved his hand, and the jailer drew out his blade sharply and shouted, "Silence!"

Niutou stood on the high point and made a few moves strangely, and a melodious Sanskrit sound sounded at the same time not far away.

"Lu Pan, the gate of ghosts has been opened. According to the decree of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva, we will take away all those who have impure hearts, those who commit the most heinous crimes, and those who are devoted to the Buddha!"

(End of this chapter)