Republic of China

Chapter 118
"What are you talking about? Am I awake? If you sneak out and stay away from home, I, Uncle Kang, know that I can't beat you with a shoehorn?"

Zhao Sanyuan was still sleepy-eyed and didn't take the half-grown Kang Muang seriously outside the house, thinking that he was still being naughty on New Year's Eve.

"Sanyuan! You haven't woken up. You are trapped in the illusion transformed by your own desire. You don't belong here! Think of it!" Kang Muang beat the wooden window crazily, but no matter how hard he tried, he could only create Noise, not even dust was shaken off the old window frames.

The strange thing is that the sound of firecrackers and play sounds from the outside world have all disappeared, as if there are only two people left in the whole world.

But Zhao Sanyuanhun didn't care, he just thought that it was late at night, and every household had gone back to rest, to be energetic and wait for the New Year's greetings.

"Wake up, Sanyuan! If you sink any further, you will be completely swallowed up by Huangquan Road. Brother Gao and Rabbit will soon realize the problem. Now you are the only one who has not noticed any clues. I know it is painful, but the parents you see They are all illusions, they are not real at all, they are already - dead! They are dead, Sanyuan!"

This sentence hurts more than just one person's heart.

It hurts those who listen, and it hurts those who speak.

But to choose the lesser of two evils, Kang Muang must find a way to make Zhao Sanyuan understand reality and illusion.

"What the hell are you talking about? My parents live a good life. They make dumplings for me and wear new clothes for me. They save money to buy me books. When I grow up, I have to get academic honors to give my parents a reputation. I work hard to win three yuan in a row to be worthy of me. Name, I'm not in pain at all, I'm very happy and contented, go back quickly, be careful not to be picked up by a weasel in the middle of the night."

The more Zhao Sanyuan talked, the more sleepy he became. The sleepiness was overwhelming. If Kang Muang hadn't been yelling crazily and smashing the wooden windows, he would have closed his eyes soon.

And time passed bit by bit.

In the main hall of Yaowang Valley.

Liu Mangfan has rang the old copper bell more than a dozen times, but the consumption is greater than before. He was seriously injured and his energy has not recovered at all. If he continues to ring the bell, he will definitely suffer a huge backlash.

Beside him, Kang Muang, with his eyes closed, was working hard and calling.

Suddenly, Liu Mang's blood surged, his throat felt sweet, and he forced himself to swallow back the blood that was about to spurt out.

Oh shit!

Fight!

Liu Mangfan pulled off a few strands of hair and wrapped them around the old copper bell, then took a deep breath and shook it again.

Kang Muang, who was beside him, couldn't see the blood starting to flow out of Lao Liu's right ear.

Only the old lady dozing in the corner raised her head slightly
In the fantasy world of Huangquan.

Kang Muang had smashed the wooden windows for too long. If he could, he would of course want to rush into the old house.

But looking out from the inside is completely opposite to the real scene outside.

There is no quiet and peaceful mountain village at all outside the real window, let alone the sound of children playing and firecrackers.

Behind Kang Muang, there are endless black hands stretching out. It’s just that he couldn’t get close to Kang Muang quickly for a while, as if there were waves of ripples to help him resist, but as time went by, the distance got closer and closer, with less than half remaining. Father-in-law, sooner or later those countless black hands will devour Kang Muang.

"Knocking gongs is good. Knocking gongs is a technical job. Last time I saw a monkey performer in Fengtian Middle Street. His gongs were played so well."

"As the saying goes, the sky is covered with mist and haze, and the stars are filled with green branches and red colors. Fate is an indescribable thing. Meeting people is a great fate, and knowing each other is God's blessing."

"The friendship between you and me will be a lifelong friendship. I believe we will become best friends. When we look back on this present moment in the future, we will be filled with emotion."

"Master, what do you do?"

Kang Muang still didn't give up.

He shouted again and again, trying to awaken the true memory of his good brother.

What they said was what they said when they met face to face for the first time, in the pickup truck going to Lao Li's house.

One sentence at a time, every word is correct.

"What do I do for a living?"

Zhao Sanyuan was puzzled after hearing this sentence.

The subtle feeling that was lost before was like a seed in the Qianren Mountain, beginning to sprout.

"I don't have a job. I still need my parents to take care of me. In the future, I want to get three awards in a row and make my parents proud."

Outside the window, Kang Muang no longer beats on the wooden window.

So close yet so far away.

He mustered his heartiest smile.

"Have you forgotten Sanyuan? You said that you are a disciple of Dingxiang. You not only live for yourself, but you also lead the immortal soldiers and horses in the lobby."

"Sixth Master, you were punished because you struck too hard."

"Uncle Qing was punished because of your killing spree."

"Uncle Guan used half of his immortal energy to protect us, but he was severely injured."

"Old Monument King took you to do a set of Kaikai Bajiquan. You haven't paid tribute yet and show your respect."

"In the Li family's old house, we fought against Li Guyu and saved more than a dozen members of the Li family."

"At Maoshan Forest Farm, we saved Big Lengyan and killed the raccoon demon to eliminate harm for the party."

"In Taoguantun, we opened a teahouse to sit in the hall and watch events, helped the butcher Lao Zheng block the cause and effect, saved Wang Dachui's family, killed Huang Aimin and destroyed Yantu."

"In Yaowang Valley, we planned to ambush Yiguandao. Brother Gao burned his soul to help you stab Dou Hai to death. You regretted it and said you must rescue him from the underworld."

"Sanyuan, I know you are the most unwilling to admit defeat. Even if you are sure of anything, the King of Heaven and I will not be able to stop you. You just walked on the small road to hell. There are many things that only you can do."

"You still need to search for the missing master, you still need to find the body of Changxingzi, and you still need to practice blessings and merit with Datang Immortal. Have you forgotten all of this?"

The black hands embodied by countless lonely ghosts are close at hand.

But Kang Muanghun didn't care, he only saw the back of his good brother.

"If you really fall into hell, don't be afraid. I will also go against hell and I will definitely take you home."

Zhao Sanyuan seemed to turn a deaf ear and left the kang and walked outside the house.

Determined, determined, without even looking back.

Kang Muang leaned against the wooden window helplessly, smiling bitterly.

The next moment, what he heard in his ears was a completely different tone.

"Lao Kang, if you don't talk about this greasy and sensational stuff anymore, it's fucking disgusting."

The scene behind Zhao Sanyuan, including the young image of Lao Kang, was rapidly collapsing and burning. Every step forward would destroy layers of illusions!

Bury your inner desires with your own hands!

There was a burning feeling on his arm, and the missing door god armband reappeared.

When he reached the door curtain, Zhao Sanyuan took a deep breath and raised his hand.

What I saw was my mother washing dishes and chopsticks, and my father arranging dry firewood.

Get down on your knees!

Zhao Sanyuan kowtowed heavily!
Tears once again soaked the collar, but what he was wearing was no longer the thick new cotton-padded jacket, but the old coat with floral pudding, and everything returned to its original appearance.

"Father, mother."

The couple looked at their suddenly grown-up son at a loss, but they were neither afraid nor conflicted.

"Why are you kowtowing before it's time? Zhao, are you ready for the red envelope? Take it out quickly."

"I was told to hide in a haystack. I never thought that my son would kowtow right now. Why did he suddenly become such a big boss? He is almost as tall as me."

Zhao Sanyuan kowtowed heavily again.

His forehead was dripping with blood.

He had to use intense pain to maintain his hard-won sobriety.

It hurts from the inside out.

Three kowtows!
"Father, mother, my son is going on a long journey, so I can't fulfill my filial piety in front of my knees!"

There are thousands of things to say, and even if you say them for 100 years, you won't be able to finish them.

But Zhao Sanyuan did not dare to delay at all. After kowtowing three times, he walked decisively past his parents and walked out of the gate.

Please take care of your health. No matter if we are separated forever or if we are separated by life or death, I will never forget you!

Thank you for giving me life, thank you for giving your life to protect me!
There is only endless gratitude and endless apology in my heart!

forgive me!
The moment I opened the door, the cold wind howled.

The encouraging voices of my parents could be heard vaguely behind me.

“Remember to eat on time when you go out, put on clothes when it’s cold and take a shower when it’s hot, and be kind to others and not be conscience-stricken.”

"That's good. When your children grow up, it's time to go out and have adventures. Don't worry about us. As long as you have a good life, your parents will be satisfied. Get out of here."

Zhao Sanyuan couldn't help but paused again, but he still gritted his teeth and crossed the threshold.

I know.

Of course I knew that moving forward was the only right choice.

but.

I really can't let go of the person I love most in the world.

In an instant, the heaven and earth changed, filled with ghosts crying and howling.

Everything I loved was gone.

Underfoot is the Huangquan Road like a dry riverbed, and the flowers on both sides are still in full bloom.There is no old Kang, no rabbit and no old Gao.

Only by myself.

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah--!!!"

The roar was heart-wrenching and didn't stop until his throat became completely hoarse.

Only after he truly escaped from the illusion did Zhao Sanyuan dare to release all his sadness and pain.

For a moment, it would be better to stay just a moment longer, even if I don't know what my parents look like, even if they are not the real parents.

At this time, the sound of copper bells came again and again in front.

Zhao Sanyuan's cries gradually died down, and he regained his energy, knowing that it was Lao Liu and Lao Kang who were doing their best to help him.

Go back to hell!

It's not over yet!
But this isn't simply a bad thing.

At least, I had dinner with my parents and bowed my head for them.

Following the guidance of the bell, Zhao Sanyuan walked forward with firm belief.

I don’t know how far I’ve walked in the illusion, and I don’t know how much distance is left.

It doesn't matter anyway.

Zhao Sanyuan has only one belief.

Go home for the New Year!

Have a real New Year!
The flowers on both sides of Huangquan Road are still as charming as ever. The countless petals blown by the wind sometimes touch Zhao Sanyuan's body, but they no longer amplify his inner desire, just like ordinary petals, swaying by.

After walking for an unknown amount of time, I saw a stone tablet by the roadside in the distance. When I got closer, I found a pair of pairs engraved on it.

Mountains, mountains and rivers weigh tens of thousands.

Meeting and parting are too hasty.

After going to the underworld, it was not difficult for Zhao Sanyuan to find that it was the same style as the pairs in the underworld.

But after experiencing the fantasy of underworld, I have a particularly deep understanding of this pair.

With a sigh, Zhao Sanyuan continued to move forward.

But the moment he stepped over the stone monument, it was like stepping through a door, and the scenery distorted and changed again.

Night, snow, ancient palace.

It is the familiar Yaowang Valley.

came back!
Zhao Sanyuan could not conceal his excitement and walked quickly towards the ancient palace.

But it was different from the expected scene of everyone hugging each other and crying and everyone was happy.

The chief minister and Shangguan Baitu in the palace had both woken up, but they were too weak to move a finger. One was lying on the wooden board, and the other was lying in the coffin, staring.

Liu Mangfan lay motionless on the ground holding an old copper bell, and a lot of blood oozing out of his right ear dyed his sheepskin jacket red.

The only one who could move was Kang Muang, but he was sweating profusely.

"Old Kang, did you pull your pants? Come to your senses. I'm back. Hurry and stuff me back."

Seeing Zhao Sanyuan's soul, Kang Muang felt happy and sad at the same time, and said with a mournful face: "You came back late."

"???"

Zhao Sanyuan was confused and couldn't figure out what this sentence meant for a while.

What do you mean you came back late?

It’s not a fucking feast!

Kang Muang sighed helplessly, "Old Liu tried to lure you back with the old horse's road-knowing bell, but he got backlash. Rabbit and Brother Gao came back in time, but the lamp array broke after Old Liu lay down, and the lonely ghosts outside were howling. They are rushing in, there are too many and too fast and I can't stop them. Some of them are missed and rush into your body. When the battle is over, your body will change hands."

Zhao Sanyuan was stunned at first. After he figured out what happened, he became furious, "Fuck me! How can I let other ghosts take over my body? You stuff it in for me, and all of them are gone." Chop them up!”

"There is no room for you, the place is full, but I have been waiting for your soul to come back, because there is still the last way, but it is as dangerous as walking back to hell. I need your permission to do it."

"You talk nonsense every day. If you have a way, do it, but you can only succeed and not fail, otherwise I will not let you go even if I am a ghost!"

Kang Muang nodded.

Asking for opinions is actually nonsense.

Because if the last resort failed in advance, Zhao Sanyuan would be trapped on the road to hell forever, so he wanted to wait until his soul came back to do it, at least to ensure that he could stay in the world and become a lonely ghost.

"I'm going to use the Thirteen Needles of the Ghost Gate to seal all your organs and force out all the wandering ghosts inside. If I mean, if you're not careful, the only soul left in your body will also After being forced out, needless to say the result, I started."

Kang Muang must not be very confident if he can say this.

Otherwise, according to his habit, he would just understand it in one sentence and be done with it.

Take a deep breath and calm down.

The fingers and wrists holding the silver needle did not tremble at all.

One needle is placed at the Chengjiang point, and the needle is inserted three inches.

Two needles are inserted into the cheek lathe point, two inches into the needle.

Three needles are inserted into the star point, three inches into the needle.

Four needles are inserted into the Renzhong point, four inches into the needle.

Kang Mu'ang's needle placement was steady and extremely labor-intensive.

By the seventh injection, he was sweating profusely and his eyes were filled with bloodshot eyes. He was not just simply giving the injection, the key was to force the souls running around in the Yang body to a point, and then leave the soul in Zhao Sanyuan's body, and then Force all the rest out.

The Thirteen Needles of the Ghost Gate itself is extremely difficult, and now the difficulty has increased several levels. If you are not careful, you will lose the whole game.

Eleven needles are inserted into the Shenmai point, three inches into the needle.
But when he let go, his fingers suddenly began to cramp uncontrollably, and the needle penetrated half an inch more.

The next moment, Zhao Sanyuan's penis began to shake violently, and foam came out of his mouth.

Failed!
Kang Muang was at a loss, and his face instantly turned extremely pale and bloodless.

This is the first time Zhao Sanyuan has seen him in this state.

Although Shangguan Baitu and Gao Shou, who were lying down, couldn't see what happened, they both felt that the atmosphere had taken a turn for the worse.

"It's okay, Lao Kang. People make mistakes and horses make mistakes. You are already powerful enough. If it weren't for you, I would still be sinking into the fantasy world of hell. Look away and open up the situation. Just in case you become a popular person in the future, I I'll be the King of Monuments for you." Zhao Sanyuan comforted him with a smile.

There was no response, Kang Muang still had a despairing and painful expression.

I originally thought that there would be at least a guarantee when Zhao Sanyuan's soul came back, but only after he failed did he realize that it would be even more painful to kill his good brother's life with his own hands.

Footsteps from far to near.

The old janitor lady, who had been dozing, came over with her hands behind her back.

She looked older and had a really good physique, so she kicked the stunned Kang Muang into the shit.

Then he pinched the silver needle and came to the side of Zhao Sanyuan Yang's body.

"Keep your glasses on."

"If you miss the eleventh needle, it seems like you have lost everything. The evil spirits are raging crazily in the Yang body, but this does not mean it is completely over. You can also find another way and continue intermittently."

"No. 11, change the needle point to Taiyi, insert the needle five inches and three points, and force the evil spirits running upwards down again."

The old lady's skills were as fast as lightning.

If she had to describe how fast it was, it didn't look like she was pricking acupuncture at all, but she was wiping it down, just like using chopsticks.

The snap was very fast, and the silver needle penetrated three inches and three inches, exactly.

"Twelve needles are used to seal the acupoints, and the needles are inserted two inches and seven points away. The evil spirits that have been forced down will be forced back up again to confuse the audience."

Kang Muang's eyes widened and he didn't dare to be distracted at all.

He was very sure that this was the Thirteen Needles of the Ghost Gate!

But it’s an acupuncture technique that I’ve never seen before!
Who is this old lady?

"The No. 13 acupuncture point is a strange point outside the meridian. If you want to reverse the outcome, you must have courage and courage. It is something ordinary people dare not do. The acupuncture point at this point is only seven points."

After the last injection, Zhao Sanyuan reflexively covered his crotch. After all, such a long silver needle hit his crotch with one click.

So brutal!

But he was awesome, urine was spraying out from the crotch of his penis, and several ghosts who tried to occupy the penis were forced out from unexpected places. They couldn't even run away, and were directly splashed with old boy's urine. To be eliminated.

"Why are you still standing there? Wait until all the piss is gone and the gong-beating boy has finished playing before he goes back." The old lady got up and walked back. When she passed by Kang Muang, she threw him an ancient book with no words on the cover.

"It cost 10,000+ oceans. This is considered a gift. When you are done with it, you can get out of here. Or do you want to work here for nothing while the Yaowang Valley is being renovated in the spring?"

Except for the old lady's words, the main hall was eerily quiet.

No one expected that she would finally take action to save the day.

After she returned to her original position and continued to doze off, it was as if nothing had happened.

The thirteen Medicine King statues in the hall still have kind eyes and smiling faces.

(End of this chapter)