Chinese Almanac Master

When the night is over half a moon, it is the time when the world meets the devil.

Winter Clothes Festival is dressed in gray clothes, and his body is still as cold as a dead body all day long without any warmth. At this moment, he is walking slowly in the simple and dark alleys of the residents, and a few steps behind him is following him. .

Qingming Tongshangsi had just proposed to go to another place for a walk and come back because he really couldn't bear the weird atmosphere between them. After they left, the Cold Clothes Festival and the Ghost Festival didn't say a word. Occasionally, when there is a vicious aura of evil spirits, the two gods will solve it without saying a word, and then continue to repeat the boring and boring overtime work.

"Don't you use a knife now, Mr. Zhongyuan? Where did your fancy and useless knife go?"

He casually killed a kid who was hiding in the dark and intentionally hurting others. Han Yijie, whose face was covered with gray gauze, was holding an ancient knife as thin as a goose feather, and his half-length sleeves were also stained with bright red. His tone of voice was still that of sarcasm mixed with sarcasm, and Zhongyuan, who heard the words, did not say a word this time, and only dropped his palm to a long knife pinned to his waist. Luo, then replied in a cold tone, "My Jie Dao has never seen blood. Also, if you come out just to argue with me, you should go back as soon as possible. I don't have time to fight with you, Han Yi."

"...Who wants to fight with you, Zhong Yuan-jun is really thick-skinned."

The palm of his hand clenched the handle of the knife immediately, the corners of Han Yi's mouth curled up coldly, and the anger that arose in his heart almost killed Zhongyuan with the knife. If Qingming or Shangsi were here, maybe he could barely maintain this situation that was on the verge of losing control It's a pity that those two have already avoided this cusp and found a quiet place to stay, and at the same time that Zhongyuan and Hanyi are almost fighting, Qingming Festival and Shangsi Festival are each leading a lost The little ghost is looking for his way home when everyone is full.

"Ma Dongdong! Didn't you say that your family lives in Dong'an District? We've been wandering around here for a long time, where is your family?"

The tone was a bit impatient and held the hand of the little ghost next to him. Compared with Shangsi Festival who held another little ghost in his arms and coaxed him, Qingming Festival's frowning appearance was really not friendly, but hearing the words The kid who looked like a little boy also pursed his mouth bitterly, and then said with aggrieved red eyes, "I really don't remember... woo...my family used to live here...but I can't find it now. It's time to woo...I'm sorry brother..."

The little ghost said that tears were left behind, and the little female ghost began to sob softly. Seeing this, Ching Ming Festival's face froze, and she was speechless for a while. Fortunately, Shangsi squatted down and hugged the little ghost. In his arms, he was coaxing softly at first, and after a long time, Shangsi gave Qingming a helpless look and said, "Don't be so fierce, Qingming, it's normal for children not to know the way... Come on." , Dongdong, don't cry, you and Xiangxiang, when we search carefully, we will find your own home for you, let me see where your parents are..."

While talking, he grabbed some candies from the pocket of his gown and gave them to the two brats. As he said this, Shangsi shook off half of the calendar paper in his sleeve and folded a gray bird. The little mole on his back gave him a slightly different appearance and color, and Qingming rarely gave him a few surprised eyes when he saw this, and when Shangsi cast a magic spell and finally helped the two little ghosts find their home, When the two of them watched the two little ghosts hopping and running into their respective houses, Shangsi, who raised his eyebrows on Qingming Festival and still looked silly and uncharacteristic, said, "You have grown a lot in divine power recently, and you have spent a lot of effort." , Shangsi?"

"Hey, really! Is there really? Thank you, Qingming! Master Li also told me so a few days ago!"

It was rare to hear a compliment from others, Shangsi looked happy and his face was a little red, and he hurriedly stuffed some candies into Qingming's hands, and when he heard Xiao Nanzhu's name, he was in a good mood Tomb-sweeping Day immediately spread out the three-flower fan at his waist a few times, then snorted with a piece of candy given to him in his mouth unhappily, "Don't mention him to me, blame the calendar master! When you think of us I would be furious if I had to work overtime with those two guys, Han Yi and Zhong Yuan, and I wouldn’t get tired of fighting each other for thousands of years.

Ching Ming Festival’s dislike was beyond words, and Shangsi hurriedly followed his words when he heard the gossip. Ching Ming Festival knew that Shangsi had lost his soul first, so naturally he didn’t remember the thousands of years of entanglement between Zhongyuan and Hanyi Therefore, he only frowned and thought for a while, and then he opened his mouth patiently and said, "The enmity between the two of them can be traced back to 4000 years ago. At that time, the four of us were all called Ghost Festival. It’s just that Zhongyuan wasn’t called Zhongyuan at that time, it was called Yulan Festival, and Hanyi had an even scarier name called Ghost Head Festival…”

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As Qingming said, when Zhongyuan was still called Yulan Festival, Hanyi also had another name called Ghost Head Festival.The Yu Lan Festival was a festival raised by Indian Buddhists who had just been introduced to Chinese society at that time in order to remember their ancestors and hold the Yu Lan Basin Festival. Because the Buddhist scriptures "U Lan Basin Sutra" said that the purpose of cultivating filial piety and encouraging Buddhist disciples was very in line with the Chinese pursuit The common belief of mourning the far away, so from the Liang Dynasty, temple fairs, Yulan Festival celebrations such as Zouyankou began to prevail in various places. In that long Chinese history, the Zhongyuan named Yulan often became a Buddhist custom. Dressed up as a disciple, he was dressed in a purple-gold cassock, and a golden-black saber is where his Buddha's heart lies. In this almanac, the one that is similar to and very different from it is also called Ghost Festival, but it is worn all day long. It's the Ghost Head Festival with the Yanling Saber.

The Yanling Saber is the saber of the hell devil in the famous mural "Picture of Hell in Disguise" painted by Wu Daozi in the Tang Dynasty at Jingyun Temple in Chang'an.I got this ghost knife on the day when the Ghost Head Festival was born. Naturally, it lives up to the name of the Ghost Festival.

However, even though they are also called ghost festivals, Yu Lan Festival and Ghost Head Festival have very different attitudes towards killing and ghosts, because after all, they are the same with the incense and goodwill of thousands of believers, and they are full of expectations that the Buddha can save evil; One firmly believes that the world's evil spirits will disappear under his saber, and his character is three points more fierce than real evil spirits.

Therefore, although it is also one of the ghost festivals, the Yulan Festival and the Ghost Head Festival have always been tit-for-tat. Yu Lan advocates saving evil spirits, while ghost heads are more inclined to kill them. In this way, the knife competition took place six times without the knowledge of all the calendar gods.

In these six competitions, Guitou Festival lost to Yulan Festival every time.

Every time the gray veil-masked Guitoujie half-knelt in front of the Yu Lanjie who was reciting scriptures, covered in blood, he always had a thousand and ten thousand unwillingness in his heart. His dark eyes His face was flushed red, and his lips and teeth were filled with blood oozing from hatred. He clenched his teeth tightly, and shouted intermittently in his hoarse and torn voice, "Come again... fight me again... Lan... fight me again!"

"You have already lost, why should I fight you again?"

The voice of the Yu Lan Festival was neither sad nor joyful. At that time, like Zhongyuan later, he didn't like the existence of Ghost Head Festival in his bones, so even though he always had the upper hand in the thousand-year battle, he didn't have much to say. The joy of the winner, and in the last competition, Yu Lan, who originally hated the existence of Guitou Festival, said such a cruel sentence to the defeated Li Shen in front of him.

"I have the Yanling Saber, the cold light shines on the ice and snow... Evil ghost, are you worthy of this sentence?"

This short sentence is enough to destroy the relationship between them until there is no room for reversing. However, the fighting became more and more fierce. After thousands of years of entanglement, they gradually lost with the change of culture. the original name.

But although Hanyi has a title that sounds a lot more elegant today, and the origin of his festival is more inclined to the legend that Meng Jiangnu gave cold clothes to her deceased husband, but he is always thinking about it in his heart. The Yanling saber ruthlessly sliced ​​through Zhongyuan's haughty mask that seemed to have never been taken off for thousands of years, and then plunged the point of the saber deeply into his heart.

"Ah? So that's how the enmity was formed... Well, it's not safe for the two of us to be alone together, Qingming... But don't let anything happen. If you don't work overtime, the calendar teacher will definitely They want to deduct our wages... I'm really poor, I don't want my wages deducted...QAQ"

Hearing Qingming say such a long paragraph, Shangsi was also a little shocked. After all, he had never heard of the relationship between the two calendar gods in an almanac before this. I'm also a little worried, but after hearing what he said, the Ching Ming Festival is really a bit hopeless for a while.

"Don't be afraid, if it doesn't work, I'll find someone to help us tow the shelf... I don't know if the cold food fell asleep or not..."

Qingming muttered in his mouth, thinking in his heart that he would go find the Cold Food Festival later, so that he could have a helper in case something happened, but he hadn't made up his mind yet, and Shangsi But suddenly there was an exclamation, and when Qingming raised his head, he saw Shangsi yelling, grabbing his hand and shouting, "My mother! It's not good, Qingming! Teacher Li just sent a text message to I said, there is something wrong with the underworld! About [-] evil spirits imprisoned in the ninth floor of hell have been released by mistake! Now they are all gathered in the city center!! We have to notify Mr. Hanyi and Lord Zhongyuan! Otherwise, something serious will happen!!!"