July 15th, Ghost Festival. The annual day when the gates of the underworld are opened.

According to legend, this day is the most prosperous time of the yin energy every year. After the sun sets, the yin energy between heaven and earth is enough to support all the ghosts in the underworld to come to the world. Therefore, during this day, ghosts who have been put on big fakes will come out to receive gifts, ghost coins or fruits.

The relatives of the world will also pay the ghosts for the second half of the year by burning sacrifices on this day (the first half of the Qingming Festival is paid), and the gentry from the prefectures and prefectures will pay to hold a grand celebration for the ghosts to see.

In contrast, Buddhists with special abilities are also the busiest days around July 15th, because in addition to being responsible for maintaining public order, their busiest job is to assist the ghosts in the underworld to capture escaped ghosts. This is also inherited in modern Japan. The grand summer festival held on August 15th of the Gregorian calendar every year is the Ullamban Festival in China. It is also the day when hundreds of ghosts travel at night in Japanese mythology.

Whether these are true or not, but at the moment when the sun rises on July 15th, Wang Zheng's small-shaped reconnaissance instruments scattered across China have discovered the water vapor clouds that began to gather abnormally in the sky.

Early this morning, the little monk Shifang Ju Yan Chixia pulled up from the ruined temple and hurriedly explored the demon woods.

Last night, I saved one more person, and today the task of digging the urn is naturally increased from one to two. However, neither of them cared about it, but I was very happy. The little monk wanted to save one more person, and Yan Chixia thought, "There is finally a beautiful female ghost that belongs to me!"

With Xiao Zhuo's guidance and Yan Chixia's magic guide, although this thousand-year-old tree demon hides in secret, it took the two of them a little time to find it!

"Ha, this old monster can really hide it. He actually moved his true body to the valley. No wonder he is not conspicuous at all in the outer edge of the demon forest for more than a thousand years." Yan Chixia touched the sweat on her forehead, looked up at the big sun, and complained: "Today, the sun is so big that it's so hot that it's so hot!"

The little monk didn't say anything to him at all. When he saw the Thousand Years Tree, he ran to dig the urn.

In fact, the word "dig" is not accurate, and "choosing" should be more appropriate. Because of some reason, these urns were not buried underground, but were placed neatly under the shade of trees, and piles of pieces gathered together. It seemed that the products from the supermarket were selected.

A gust of wind blew, sand rose, and the scene was very strange.

However, the little monk Shifang didn't pay attention to those things. He lowered his head and fiddled with the urns, muttering: "Maybe this...this is like, um. Put it aside first...this may also be this...this looks like...this, um, Xiao Zhuo must not be so fat..."

When Yan Chixia turned around, there were more than a dozen or so big and small urns behind the little monk. He was holding a larger one in his hand and was about to join it in the Taoist team.

Yan Chixia said laughing and crying: "Hey, you have done so much. Do you want to get a ox cart to take it away?"

The little monk glared and said, "You're talking sarcastic words over there, why don't you come here to help!"

Yan Chixia shook her head and said, "This old monster is a thousand-year-old tree monster. She eats no ten thousand people, and there are eight thousand people. In addition, the lonely ghosts brought by monsters from various places, there are at least ten thousand jars of ashes around this thousand years. If you look for a way like this, don't say that it's going tonight. Is it not a accurate number to find Xiao Zhuo before the New Year!"

The little monk was stunned and said silly: "There are so many?"

Yan Chixia was speechless at his nature, pointed to Qiannian Tree and said, "You can look at the back of the tree yourself before talking!"

The little monk stood up and stretched his head to see it, and was stunned.

This thousand-year-old tree was originally held by several people, and the extremely prosperous crown on his head was hundreds of square meters of shadows under the tree. It is logical that it is impossible to take care of so many ashes, but the crown of the tree is connected with the crown of the big tree behind, and a large forest behind it is connected through hundreds of vines. In the shadows of several miles, a tar of ashes appeared.

"I don't know how to do anything. If I weren't there, would you mobilize people from all over Guobei County to help you carry the ashes? Get out of my way! Look at me!" Yan Chixia stepped forward and pushed the little monk away. She reached out to take out the magic scroll from her arms, glanced at her slightly, raised her hand and threw the magic scroll into the air, shouting: "The magic weapon is as urgent as the rule, lead the way!"

The Dharma Book drifted with the wind in the distance, wandered over the pile chosen by the little monk for a while, then abandoned it without hesitation, walked around the tree against the direction of the wind, and finally covered it on a palm-sized urn.

Yan Chixia snorted inside her nose, and flipped her hand on the corner of her eyes and said, "Go and see if it's that altar?"

"Oh!" The little monk did not dare to say anything, so he responded quickly and ran over hurriedly. When he opened it, what caught his eye was a familiar comb.

"What a little Zhuo!" The little monk was overjoyed and shouted, "Finished!" and put the urn in his arms.

"That's all Xiaolan is left!" Yan Chixia smiled, came over to pick up the magic scroll and imitated it according to the method, and found a small urn from the sea of ​​urns again. He didn't even look at it and put it in his arms.

After the little monk found Xiao Zhuo, who was the first target, he immediately remembered another thing. "Yan Chixia, my master!"

"I haven't forgotten!" Yan Chixia picked up a branch from the ground, covered it with her hands, and said a few words. After opening her hands, the fire was already burning. He jumped up and flew onto the branches. While moving to the huge canopy in a small range, he said: "You wait below, I'll look for it. If there is nature, it's best. If there is no, let's burn this bird tree!"

"You should be careful!"

"I understand, I understand!" Yan Chixia replied impatiently and disappeared into the eyes of the little monk.

The little monk was waiting under the tree, touching the urn in his arms from time to time, saying some self-talks that started with "Xiao Zhuo". Then he looked up at the top of the tree canopy, hoping to see Yan Chixia appear with his master.

After a while, Yan Chixia's voice came from her head, "Hey, I really found your master on it!"

The little monk quickly took off his clothes and rolled them into hemp ropes, shouting: "Help me take your master down!"
Chapter completed!