The first fairy of the United States

"No, there is a population of a county living on it. If you destroy the land, the crimes of 20 souls will not have to be cured. Believe it or not, I will skin you and cramp you on the spot?!"

Jiaolong shrank his head when he heard the words, and didn't dare to continue talking.The flood faucet continued to move forward, rushing down...

Peiping

In Mr. Sun's office, a man in a black suit and black windbreaker, dressed like a secret agent, presented the file bag in his hand to the desk.

"Chairman, this is the photo brought back by Eurasia Airlines."

Opening the file bag, there was a stack of about 30 black and white photos inside, Mr. Sun skipped one by one.

These photos are all snapshots of the flood march, starting from Guankou to the whereabouts of the Jiading Giant Buddha, and there are a few of them that are particularly clear.

Some were taken among the crowds on the river bank, some were taken on narrow roads between mountains and forests, and some were taken in the distant view on the top of the mountain.

Because of their huge size, Jiaolong and Old Turtle can be clearly identified. On the contrary, Ye Wentian has been standing in the center of the flood faucet. He is far away and his body is small, so he can't see clearly.

However, there is one photo taken when Ye Wentian almost walked to the water's edge when he stopped the flood faucet to avoid a group of people on the river bank who were holding a sacrifice to the Dragon King.

The river bank was only about thirty feet long, and the viewing distance of the photo was only about 50 meters. Ye Wentian's side face was clearly outlined, dressed as an ancient prince, with long hair flowing like ink and flowing like clouds.

Standing on the surface of the water, the majestic supernatural power stands on the water, relegated to the immortals, vast and mighty like Feng Xu riding the wind, without knowing where it ends;

When Mr. Sun found this photo, he stood up abruptly with a shocked expression on his face. Isn't this asking Tianrenren? !what's the situation? !

"Chairman, what's the matter?" The man at the table told Mr. Sun that his expression was wrong, and he asked quickly.

"It's nothing. I know the person in this photo. I was a little surprised to hear the news of my old friend."

"The chairman has devoted himself to Huaxia, and his merits have shone through the ages. It is not surprising that he can know such immortals."

The man quickly flattered him, and sure enough, most of the people who can follow the leader are those who can observe words and expressions, and make witty remarks.

"Zhihui, how many people are paying attention to this matter?"

It turned out that this person was Wu Jingheng, a veteran of the Tongmenghui, who was awarded the title of a century-old cultural and academic great man in later generations, and was rated as not entering the officialdom all his life, which shows that this person has awe-inspiring righteousness.

Just because he supported Bald Jiang before cutting off his wings, he regretted and hated the incident, and now he obediently follows Mr. Sun to make up for his mistakes.

"In this immortal passage, the flood dragon walks in a huge momentum, and there is nowhere to hide. Now almost all the forces know about it."

"Closely!"

"Yes!"

……

Devil Army Headquarters in Hongkou Concession, Songhu

"Mr. Silang, what do you think about the escape from the middle of Sichuan?" asked Fei Yuan, the highest general of the devil's army.

"Master Hihara, Elder Ito According to the Jiuju classics, Jiaolong is a treasure, and Journey to the West said: The strange fragrance is full of the Golden Palace, and the delicious flavor is smothered in the court of the emperor.

Although it may be exaggerated that a mouthful of saliva from a dragon can have such miraculous effects, dragon blood, dragon marrow and keel bones are great tonics, eaten by ordinary people, prolonging life, life and death human flesh and bones, monks from our island country can enhance mana and break through realms. "

"Then how do Mr. Shiro think we can get benefits?"

"Reporting to Your Excellency, this walker departs from the middle of Sichuan and goes all the way down the river. The entrance to the sea is in Songhu. When the time comes, we will..."

"..."

The flood was raging and the turbid waves were raging, and it took one night to reach the mountain city of Bazibiedu, which is the ghost town of Fengdu.It is also one of the main gates of the underworld in this world.

It has been almost 17 years since Ye Wentian traveled here, but he has never seen a ghost messenger or a ghost soldier. I remember that in the movie, Uncle Jiu later became the head of the Yangjian representative bank of the underworld, and was responsible for printing large-amount ghost coins.

Logically speaking, the underworld here must not be taken away. Now that it is the late stage of the end of the Dharma, the underworld should be closed to prevent the continued loss of spiritual energy.

I don’t know why the customs of the past and the present have been maintained. On Qingming Festival, Zhongyuan Festival, and Hanyi Festival, the gates of ghosts are still open, and the tigers are sent back to the mountains... No, it’s ghosts from the underworld returning to the underworld to reunite with their relatives.

There are also a lot of homeless and lonely ghosts, and the ownerless lonely souls in the underworld will flock to the yang world, wandering in any place where people can go, looking for something to eat...

Now it is the beginning of Mao time, about five o'clock, and the sky is not yet bright. The water here is open, the flood spreads, and the faucet drops to three and a half feet.

As soon as he walked to the most open position, a bronze double door nine feet high and seven feet wide suddenly rose from the ground on the water in front of Ye Wentian, and it was mottled.

The color of black iron looms faintly, and it is hard to see what material it is made of. There is a pedestal with a radius of twelve feet under the huge bronze gate, and there are still remnants of the stele beside the gate.

On it are engraved with the eight characters of Yinsi City God and Fengdu County Government, and there are two rows of three-foot statues of the sixteen ghosts in front of the gate, and three bloody characters "Ghost Gate Gate" are written on the plaque on the gate.

Ye Wentian hurriedly stopped Yushui to be on guard. Unexpectedly, before he stopped to understand the situation, a gap opened in the gate of hell, extending outwards at an increasingly faster speed, and the breathing room opened 160 degrees outwards.

I just wanted to say "Damn it!", I just thought about Fengdu ghost town, so I opened the door to greet you, should I be so timely? !

Seeing a large group of dark and mixed figures flying out from the deep door, Ye Wentian didn't know what to say. Could this be the second catastrophe? !

These ghosts are all in the realm of ghost pawns and ghost soldiers. In Ye Wentian's eyes, their cultivation base is not high, but the key is the huge number. They are densely packed in a few breaths, spreading all over the surroundings and the air, and there are still flying in the door. out, endlessly.

If Jiaolong were to go on the road by himself, he would have been sucked out of his yang energy and died on the spot after a shock.

The problem is how the inexplicable gate of hell will be opened wide, it is absolutely impossible to prevent people from walking around, people in the underworld have a big business, how can they work hard for such a trivial matter.

Secretly counting the days, at the end of the golden autumn, today coincides with the first day of October in the lunar calendar, just in time for the Cold Clothes Festival, and Ye Wentian is a little waxy, which is really a coincidence.

The problem is that the days are not calculated in advance, why?Because southerners don't celebrate the cold clothes festival!Most of the south only celebrate Qingming, and few people burn paper on this day.

But the law of the underworld does not change according to your will. As long as someone passes by, the gate of hell will open, but it doesn't matter whether you are south or north.

It's really a chance encounter, an unexpected encounter...