Hong Kong comprehensive begins, seek the law from the heavens

Chapter 102 Heavenly officials descend to earth, nothing is taboo (4000)

Hong Xing is at the helm.

The small building surrounded by trees is no longer full of people.

Hungry Ghost Festival is a festival of ghosts, even if the villains in the society are not afraid of the sky and the earth, they will restrain themselves.

In the open space in front of the small building, there is a huge water and land platform with a width of nine meters.

There is a big tripod in front of the Taoist platform.

A group of attendants who are usually ferocious on the road respectfully stepped forward, inserting incense and praying.

The lingering smoke gathered with the invisible force of luck above their heads.

This is the gathering of Hong Xing's eleven speakers. Although there are only 11 people, everyone holds one hand and controls the fortunes and fortunes of thousands of people, so the power of incense and luck contributed is invaluable.

Jiang Tiansheng next to the platform had thin cheeks, and asked in a low voice to the younger brother next to him, "Where is Gan Zitai, didn't you inform him of Hong Xing's big sacrifice tonight?"

The little brother showed a look of embarrassment, Gan Zitai is the person in charge of Hongxing Tsim Sha Tsui, logically speaking, such a big day must never be absent.

"Notified, but the people under his command watched him go to the Sham Shui Po Police Station."

Sham Shui Po Police Station?
Jiang Tiansheng frowned, what was Gan Zitai doing there?
But if he didn't even come to the Hungry Ghost Festival, Gan Zitai couldn't stay anymore!

The fierce look in his eyes flashed away.

On the Taoist platform, the master's paper fan in a blue Taoist robe also just reached the peak of casting spells.

He pointed to the pool in front of him. There was a small boat on the pool. Although the boat was only three feet in size, it was in shape. A lotus lantern was lit in front of the boat.

The lights were reddish, burning in the silent night.

"Zhongyuan Purdue, the lamp guides the way, welcomes the Yin officials, and enjoys sacrifices."

"Disciple Zhang Yan, respectfully invite the left master Bo Yin to live a long life."

Although the gate of hell is opened on the fifteenth day of the seventh lunar month, even if ghosts come from the underworld, they can only stay for one day.

But after so many years, there are always some loopholes that can be exploited.

If there is a Taoist from the world to guide them, then the ghost officials can come one or two days earlier, and they can leave one or two days later, so that they can enjoy the incense of the world.

With the casting of the paper fan, a spiral vortex suddenly appeared under the originally calm pool water, as if a small hole had leaked in the pool water.

The vortex was getting bigger and bigger, and it actually directly involved the small boat into the bottomless darkness.

And as the boat disappeared, a yin official in a dark blue official uniform also appeared on the altar, followed by his followers on the left and right.

The one in the middle holds a book and has a short beard. He is about 40 years old and wears a black gauze hat with wings. He looks like an ancient man.

There are two people on the left and right, with black hoods on their heads, they can't see clearly, but they are so burly that they are inhuman.

The majestic muscles are like mountains rising, nearly three meters tall, with huge black chains wrapped around the shoulders and waist.

When Zhi Fan saw the person coming, he immediately walked forward with a smile and said, "Lord Yin, are you here all right?"

Seeing that it was a paper fan, Yin Changshou also cupped his hands and said, "Thank you for your invitation, little friend."

He is also very polite to paper fans.

Every July and a half, it is a fat job to come to the world to enjoy incense. Even in the underworld, there are countless ghosts competing for places in various places.

If it weren't for someone in the world, who would lead him a step ahead, even if he was the seventh-rank reincarnation hall student Zuo Zhubo, who held the real power to increase the lifespan of ordinary people, he might not be able to come up.

The paper fan smiled slightly, stretched out his hand, and silently recited the mantra of Ganlin Bounty. The power of incense, fire, and luck condensed in front of the altar immediately turned into a table full of wine and meat, and Yin Changshou swallowed his saliva.

It is dark and lonely, and there is no big sun to shine. Even these low-rank yin officials don't have any good food on weekdays. Only the really high-ranking judges can enjoy delicious food and wine day and night when they patrol all over the place.

The paper fan also saw Yin Changshou's impatience, and introduced to Yin Changshou, "This is Hong Xingxin's Mr. Jiang, who is here to drink a few glasses of wine with you today."

Yin Changshou looked at Jiang Tiansheng and nodded secretly. This man does have a bit of spirit, so he cupped his hands and said, "It's a beautiful day, and it's really beautiful to have good friends to invite you."

Jiang Tian was good at dancing, so he quickly asked Yin Changsheng to sit down and drink.

Five tastes of food, three rounds of wine.

Jiang Tiansheng said with a smile, "A lot of things about me, Hong Xing, bother You Ming Zhengshen. Recently, I want to build a reincarnation hall in Hong Kong to worship ghosts and gods. What does Master Yin think?"

Yin Changshou held up his wine glass, his pale face flushed.

However, although the wine is intoxicating, he is not self-intoxicated, and immediately knows the elegant meaning when he hears the string.

With his character, Jiang Tiansheng would not dare to take over even if Jiang Tiansheng built a palace for him alone. This is a proper arrogance.

But if he builds a wheel-running hall, he will have the words and hands and feet to accompany him.

Yin Changshou stroked his beard and said, "This is a great kindness. If you pay respect to ghosts and gods, you will be blessed."

However, he also knew that this Temple of the Wheel was not easy to get in his hands, so he drank a glass of wine on his own, "But under the protection of ghosts and gods, it can only be a place of the nether world, we can't control the mortal affairs. "

Zhi Fanzhang smiled slightly, raised his wine glass and said, "I will definitely not trouble you."

Yin Changshou is an old man in the officialdom, so he took advantage of the situation and said, "No trouble is big trouble."

Just when Jiang Tiansheng was about to continue talking, he saw a dark cloud suddenly blocking the snow-white moonlight high in the sky.

The cloud flew extremely low, and with Yin Changshou and the eyesight of a paper fan, the essence of the cloud could be seen clearly in an instant.

A majestic and heroic young man, riding a black buffalo, with a beautiful woman in his arms, hanging his sword at an angle, parades on a moonlit night, with hundreds of shadowy soldiers following behind him.

As if feeling the gaze here, the young man glanced at it.

Condescendingly looking down instantly made Yin Changshou furious.

thump.

The wine glass in his hand fell heavily on the table, and his voice was no longer as drunk as before, with a bit of coldness, "Who is that man, and why did he dare to lead the Yin soldiers to patrol at night?"

The paper fan was ecstatic in his heart.

Lin Mosheng, Lin Mosheng.

It's really a narrow road.

He sighed and said, "If I'm not mistaken, it should be Lin Mosheng under the seat of the Yin Yang City God."

"Yin Yang City God?"

Yin Changshou silently raised his empty wine glass, uncertain for a while.

Paper Fanzhang took the opportunity to say, "I don't know where the City God came from. He has seized the territory of the Yin-Yang Old Ghost, one of the 36 ghost kings. Recently, he is recruiting troops and has great intentions to expand."

Then he looked at Yin Changshou respectfully, "Could this be the meaning of Yinsi, wanting to support a mansion city god here in Hong Kong?"

How is it possible to support a mansion city god here in the capital of Hong Kong!

If there were no monsters running around here in Hong Kong, how could they have so many offerings every year, just one city offering is equivalent to the power of a province in other places.

Yin Changshou snorted coldly, "Why haven't I heard of this?"

Zhi Fanzhang nodded, "That's right, I heard that the Yin-Yang City God and Mao Shandao got mixed up, and it seems that the plan is very big."

Mao Shandao, Yin Changshou squeezed the wine glass, so it was so.

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Sham Shui Po Police Station.

The wise monk hurried, and finally came after the battle.

He listened to Kim McKee before, so he has been guarding the Wanchai Police Station.

But who would have thought that Lin Mosheng didn't go to the Wanchai Police Station at all. After receiving a call from Ah Zhong, he went directly to the morgue, and then dealt with Michiko and the others.

In the middle of the night, the wise monk discovered that there was a big battle here, but when he came here, Lin Mosheng had already cleaned up the battlefield, and took hundreds of Yin soldiers to swim in the night.

He only saw Stephen Zhou tidying up the booth with a gloomy face.

After a friendly exchange with Leon, the neurotic, he finally decided to turn over a new leaf, but Sir Lin followed suit.

Otherwise, he was afraid that Lin Mosheng would really put him and Leon in the same ward.

Seeing Stephen Zhou, the wise monk hurried forward and asked, "Benefactor, did you see the big battle that happened here just now? Did you see a very handsome young man? By the way, he is Lin Mosheng, the Wanchai gun master." .”

Stephen Zhou paused his hands for cleaning the dishes, and said with a face of reluctance, "You mean Lin Mosheng, Sir Lin?"

The wise monk nodded immediately, "Yes, what about others?"

"It's time to call it a day."

"What do you mean?"

"Literally, call it a day."

The wise monk's fat face froze, and his expression was immediately miserable.

Unfortunately, it turns out that's what my uncle asked me to come to the Sham Shui Po Police Station.

Of course he knew about the evil spirits of the Japanese invaders sealed by the Sham Shui Po Police Station.

If the Japanese invaders from Sham Shui Po Police Station are sealed again tonight, I can help Lin Mosheng by the side.

Naturally, a good cause will be formed, and after letting him see the wonderful method of Buddhism, he will have a chance to pass through the door.

However, I seem to have played off.

How can I explain this to my uncle?
Suddenly, the wise monk looked at Stephen Zhou who was closing the stall.

This mortal, no, the benefactor can experience the howling of ghosts without fear.

Just in line with the fearless heart of Buddhism.

It also has a relationship with Lin Mosheng, which can be regarded as fate.

The wise monk subconsciously used his fate to look at Stephen Zhou.

I saw only a bright and bright appearance.

But he couldn't see clearly what was in the light.

The wise monk saw with his eyes shining.

The person in front of him is also a good material to be a monk!

I can't cross Lin Mosheng by myself, but if I can cross this benefactor back to the mountain gate, it will be considered an explanation.

He hurriedly stopped Stephen Zhou, clasped his hands together, "Almsgiver, do you believe in Buddha?"

Stephen Zhou, who had been irritated all night, trembled when he heard these words.

The wise monk held Zhizhu in his hand, and smiled reservedly, even if I want to cross you, you don't have to be so excited.

He chanted a Buddha's name in a low voice, "Almsgiver, you must know that the sea of ​​suffering is boundless, if you turn your head and stay on the shore, the world of mortals is like a prison, and the Buddha will pass through the Three Jewels."

The next moment, a fist was directly printed on the wise monk's eye socket, "I believe in Master Sanqing!"

The wise monk groaned, covered his eyes and backed away, "Even if the benefactor doesn't believe in Buddha, he can't punch the monk treasure. After death, he will go to Avici Hell."

"Abi Hell?" Stephen Zhou puffed up his fist and knocked it down on the wise monk's shiny bald head.

Today I want to let you, bald ass, know what it means to be a heavenly official, and there are no taboos.

If I can't deal with Lin Mosheng's killer, I can't deal with Leon's insanity, and I can't deal with you, a bald donkey!

Seeing that Stephen Zhou was coming for real, the wise monk pulled up his monk's robe and ran quickly, shouting while running.

"It's not because I don't cross the world."

Before he could finish shouting, he was caught up by Stephen Zhou again, knocked his brains out, and made a sound like a wooden fish.

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The next day, Lin Mosheng slept soundly until noon before getting up.

After getting up, go to the police station to register, and then come to Chenghuang Temple on Yinyang Road.

Swimming with Ye Guhong all night last night, of course Suphan can't be left behind here.

Hey, men are so tired sometimes.

Of course, the most important thing is to sort out the gains and losses.

The first is the casualties of Yin soldiers. Because of the special constitution of Yin souls, minor or serious injuries will not result in disabilities, and only need to rest.

Fortunately, in the end, Stephen Zhou, the Stove Lord, not only helped him heal the injuries of his subordinates, but also helped the ghosts to condense their Yin bodies, so he distributed the rewards together.

It's a pity that the murderous spirit of the Japanese invaders last night was not paper after all.

Coupled with fighting more with less, even if he and Gan Zitai resisted most of the pressure, the Yin soldiers would suffer heavy damage, and hundreds of Yin soldiers would be gone all at once.

Of the [-] yin soldiers that were finally raised, only [-] remained, which was still more than half of Lin Mosheng's initial plan to raise a battalion of [-] yin soldiers.

The City God's Temple opened with five entrances has begun to take shape under Gao Jin's money-making ability.

There are many tall trees, painted with gold and color, and every square meter can be said to be piled up with money.

Still the same sentence, it is not Buddha who loves golden clothes, but the world loves golden clothes.

Whether the incense of a temple is good or not depends mainly on whether it is well-built enough.

Enough grandeur, it naturally shows that the great god behind the temple is strong enough, and there are wealthy businessmen behind him.

Coupled with the fact that there are a few rumors of holiness spreading in the market, the incense of the temple is naturally endless.

Lin Mosheng walked through the Town God's Temple and directly entered the narrow room between Yin and Yang.

I saw that Gan Zitai was training soldiers.

Yesterday's fierce battle, although there were heavy casualties, was still considered a baptism.

During normal training, it is natural to not be able to tell the pros and cons, but during fierce battles, the elite can be selected as the backbone.

The backbone of the army was selected.

First, it can strengthen the cohesion of the army.

Second, the subordinates are also convinced, which can facilitate battlefield command.

Lin Mosheng took a look and pointed to a centurion who was promoted last night, "Ah Wu, come here."

"Yes, General."

The Yin soldier named Ah Wu ran over excitedly. He was tall and thick, with a simple and honest appearance, with a short shaved head, and he looked about 30 to [-] years old.

He was originally a son of a boat family, and he used to hang out with the boss of the Yin-Yang Ghost King at the pier, and lost his life following the Yin-Yang Ghost King in a daze.

In the end, he spent decades as an evil ghost on Yinyang Road. It was not until yesterday that he regained his true colors.

This is the sad part of ghosts. It is difficult for ghosts of all times to become holy. Not only is it difficult to practice, but ghosts have no physical restraint, and it is even more difficult to control emotions.

Many evil spirits may harm others just because they are unwilling to die while others are still alive, so as to obtain pleasure.

And in this process, I gradually lose myself, repeating the cycle until I completely lose my true colors.

Therefore, the vast majority of ghosts and ghosts have a distorted appearance.

(End of this chapter)