After joining Hades

Wen Bai was awakened by loud human voices.

He couldn't tell who was talking, it was very confusing, but it didn't seem to be Lu Zheng's voice.

With a confused mind, Wen Bai opened his eyes with some difficulty, only to realize that he was lying under a tree.

It's already night here, but the lights in the distance are intertwined, reflecting the sky and water, like daytime.

Wen Bai was stunned for a moment, then rubbed his sore neck.

The moment I got up, I realized that what I was leaning on just now was a locust tree.

The locust tree is next to the water. It is clearly late autumn, but the branches and leaves are in full bloom.

water?

At this moment, the still unconscious consciousness slowly became clear.

Entrusted by the temple master, Lin Qiu took them to the Chengfeng Film and Television Base. Lu Zheng said that there were many souls sleeping under the ancient street, and then they walked along the ancient street to the end and reached the ancient river called "Chensha River".

then……

Didn't he fall?

How could you wake up by leaning on a locust tree?

Wen Bai stretched out his hand and tapped on the locust tree.

Can't help but think of it, in the ancient story, Chunyu Fen just leaned against the locust tree and fell asleep, and lived his whole life in Nanke County.

Wen Bai also thought he was dreaming at first.

Unfortunately, all the sensations around me were real.

Whether it's the sweltering heat in the air, or the soreness in my neck after sleeping against the locust tree.

Wen Bai took a deep breath and pinched himself subconsciously.

Pain came.

Wen Bai: "..."

Wen Bai himself was taken aback by himself, but it wasn't because of the strange environment, but because he realized that the moment he realized that he was not dreaming, the first thing he thought of was Lu Zheng, not anything else.

Lu Zheng is not there.

This realization made Wen Bai somewhat at a loss.

He subconsciously called "Yuan Yuan" again, and then he remembered that Xiao Lian Deng was falling asleep in the painting.

Wen Bai let out a long sigh.

It was useless to think too much, he had to figure out where this place was first.

Thinking of this, Wen Bai followed the hustle and bustle of people and walked outside.

When looking up and seeing the familiar restaurant lantern through the narrow and winding path, Wen Bai: "..."

Wen Bai had a faint premonition in his heart.

When he walked out of the alley on the stone street, he looked at the long street full of people coming and going, and a variety of pastry stalls.

Wen Bai was basically sure.

...... The night picture of the Zhongyuan Festival.

He is inexplicable, and entered the painting again?

After Wen Bai had confirmed his location and confirmed that the tourists passing by on the street could not see him, he walked out slowly.

A group of children beside him ran in line, holding hot pastries with both hands, with the unique crisp laughter of children, Wen Bai was slightly dazed.

But it is undeniable that the familiar fireworks and voices from all directions are inexplicably reassuring.

Wen Bai didn't know what happened, but guessed, he should have really entered the Night Sacrifice Picture.

Fortunately, Ji Ye Tu Dian Dawn is closed.

He just had to wait until dawn.

Wen Bai can only think so first.

If you wait until dawn...

Then wait until dawn.

After making a plan, Wen Bai's heart was not so flustered anymore, just two steps out of the way, two girls' conversations could be heard beside her ears.

"What are you in such a hurry for? I haven't even been to the Town God's Temple yet, and my mother will have to scold me when I go back."

"City God's Temple is not in a hurry. It's the time when there are many people. I can't even get through the threshold, let alone light incense."

"Let's go to the Wa Si to watch the juggling first, and then go to the City God's. If we delay for such a while, the City God will not blame us."

Temple of the City God...Wen Bai smiled helplessly, thinking about so many miscellaneous things, he forgot about the City God.

He lowered his head and glanced at the white jade gourd.

On the day of Zhongyuan, in this picture of offering sacrifices to the night, Lu Zheng said that his white jade gourd has the seal of the Yin Division, and when necessary, he can call out the local city god.

Wen Bai just listened to it.

After all, there is a little city god beside him, and he can find it with just a phone call, without using the white jade gourd.

Who knows, there will be times when it will come in handy.

Wen Bai walked along the streets and alleys according to his memory, but it's not a problem if he can't remember, because along the way, many people talked about going to the Town God's Temple to offer incense.

The same place, the same position, but Wen Bai had a completely different feeling.

The last time he came here, he was talking to Lu Zheng and Xiaoliandeng along the way. The surroundings were lively, but he didn't care much about listening to what the people from thousands of years ago were talking about. Now walking slowly, he felt It's also novel.

The Town God's Temple is still the same Town God's Temple, and with a distance of several meters, the three big characters of "Chenghuang Temple" in red gold are shining brightly under the light of the paper lanterns.

The pilgrims rubbed their shoulders, although Wen Bai had seen this scene before, Wen Bai was still taken aback.

Wen Bai stood against the wall, hesitant.

What did Lu Zheng do last time to call out the City God?

Didn't seem to do anything?

Only then did he realize that at that time Lu Zheng only said that the City God could be called out by using the jade gourd, but he didn't tell him how to use it, and he didn't ask any more questions himself.

Wen Bai paused, took off the gourd from his wrist, and twirled it in the palm of his hand.

Just thinking about whether to take a chance and try to drip two drops of blood on it, after all, it is always played like this in TV dramas.

As soon as he tapped his finger on it twice, the words "Master" came from his ear.

Wen Bai turned his head.

Long beard, brocade clothes, heavy crown... City God.

The City God was still bowing, and the heavy brocade crown still made Wen Bai feel a pain in his neck.

Although I still don't know what I did to call out the City God, but luckily I did.

Wen Bai immediately stepped forward to help.

"I'm sorry to call you out in a hurry, but I don't know what's going on right now, so I just came to disturb you." Wen Bai said.

Cheng Huang waved his hands, and said in a very peaceful tone, "Your Excellency, just do as you say."

Compared with the people around, Wen Bai's attire is already weird enough, last time it was Lu Zheng, Chenghuang didn't say anything, but this time it was only him, Chenghuang was also very natural, as if he didn't care about his attire at all.

"Do you know me?" He clearly remembered that Lu Zheng said that after the Ji Ye Tu is closed, everything will start again, whether it is people or things.

The City God probably couldn't remember him either.

Fortunately, things haven't deviated from the track yet, Chenghuang shook his head.

But Xu Shi saw Wen Bai's doubts, and said: "My lord has the aura of the underworld."

Wen Bai nodded.

Wen Bai didn't tell Chenghuang about the painting of offering sacrifices to the night, but simply talked about what happened before he entered the painting.

Even after a thousand years, the City God a thousand years ago failed to give an answer, but Wen Bai was relieved.

"You should trust my lord," Chenghuang looked at Wen Bai, and tapped his crutch lightly on the ground, "As long as the world has existed, this underground hell has existed for as long. As long as you are still in this land, your lord can always find you." .”

As long as he is still on this land, Lu Zheng will always find him...Wen Bai lowered his eyes and smiled.

Also.

He should have trusted Lu Zheng.

"It's a coincidence that it's Zhongyuan right now, and it's also lively. I'll accompany you for a walk on the street." As he said, Cheng Huang was already dressed lightly.

Wen Bai wanted to refuse at first, but Chenghuang was afraid that something would happen to him alone, so he would follow whatever he said.

In the end, it still became the current situation.

Wen Bai was holding the small purse that hadn't even changed its pattern, and stood on the busy street.

But now, some people who can't make up their minds have changed from Wenbai to Chenghuang.

yùfable extension

"These seedlings tied to the legs of the table are called..."

"Magu Ke'er, it's used to tell Qiu Cheng."

"Yes, Magu Ke'er," Chenghuang was a little surprised, seeing that Wen Bailian and Gao Qiucheng knew about it, he was also puzzled: "How did your lord know?"

Wen Bai really wanted to tell him that you told me, but he couldn't, so he said, "I read it in the book."

Chenghuang used his crutches to lift a section of hemp seedlings on the ground: "The book is good, the book is good."

But this is just the beginning.

Chenghuang: "If my lord came one day earlier, besides these maggots, you would also see many sellers of neem leaves."

Wen Bai nodded: "There are also millet and Feng cake."

The City God scratched his head: "Yes, yes...Jimi and Fenggao, since they are here, my lord can..."

"There seems to be a pastry shop in front, do you want to have a look?" Wen Bai raised his hand and pointed.

The Chenghuang who was robbed of the conversation: "..."

When the two arrived in front of the pastry stall, Chenghuang watched Wen Bai skillfully put down a few copper coins and picked out a rich cake: "..."

"Aren't you going to eat?" Wen Bai asked.

"Eat." Chenghuang returned to his senses.

Looking at the direction Chenghuang's hand was stretching out, Wen Bai reminded in a low voice: "That might be a little sour."

City God: "..."

Is this he taking the adults to the night market, or the adults are taking him to the night market?

The Feng Cake I chose this time is quite sweet, but Wen Bai feels that it seems to be the sour one from before, and it tastes better.

The size is just right, a piece of Xiaolian Deng, and half of it was broken for Lu Zheng.

Adhering to the principle of not wasting food, Wen Bai ate it anyway, feeling a bit full.

On the way, I passed several paper horse stalls, and finally Wen Bai stopped at a stall selling Yulan basins and river lanterns.

"Does your lord want to put a river lantern?" Chenghuang said.

Wen Bai thought for a while, then shook his head.

Although it is Zhongyuan here, it is not outside. It is enough to put something like a river lamp once a year, and Yuan Yuan and Lu Zheng are not around, so it seems meaningless to put it alone.

Seeing that Wen Bai's interest was not high, the City God waved his hand: "Then go ahead, it's time to burn the French boat and sacrifice the orphans later, the shore is lively."

Wen Bai responded lightly.

But when he was about to walk past the river lantern booth, he suddenly saw the stall owner take out a lotus lantern from the back, and put it on the farthest side.

Wen Bai paused.

Chenghuang also stopped: "My lord? What's the matter?"

"It's nothing, I saw a very beautiful river lantern." Wen Bai smiled.

Saying that, he walked to the side, put down two copper coins, and took the lotus lantern in his hand.

Wen Bai was not very interested in releasing the river lantern at first, but the city god saw it, so when he saw Wen Bai's smiling expression, he thought the lantern was so beautiful.

In the end, it wasn't really pretty.

It's shriveled, and the lights inside are not too bright, and it's only the size of a palm.

Against the backdrop of the well-built river lanterns around, it still looks a little pitiful.

Probably because of this, it was left out by the stall owner, and when it was brought up, it was placed in the outermost position.

Cheng Huang raised his eyes and scanned around: "Is this lamp a bit small?"

"There are more refined ones over there."

"No need," Wen Bai gently rubbed the paper lantern with his fingertips, "This is the one."

City God: "?"

A small gust of wind came out, Wen Bai turned sideways, and put his hand around the candle flame of the little lotus lantern: "In the jade gourd in my hand, there is also a little lotus lantern."

"This lamp is very much like it."

Although it is smaller and shriveled, it is indeed very similar.

Why didn't he notice it when he came last time.

"So that's how it is," Chenghuang smiled and stroked his beard, "Your Excellency, you want to put another small lotus lantern for the lotus lantern in the gourd?"

Hearing this, Wen Bai paused.

I don't like the lotus lamp at home.

I bought an emerald one before, and I was wronged for several days.

Wen Bai whispered a few words to Cheng Huang.

"What's the matter?" As he spoke, Chenghuang waved his hand.

A Yuanbao River Lantern appeared in the hands of the City God.

Wen Bai took the river lantern.

The last time Lu Zheng used this Yuanbao River lantern to coax him.

The ingot lamp is burned in the Chenghuang Temple, so it goes without saying that it is in good condition.

Comparing this little lotus lantern with it, it looks a bit shabby, and what's worse, it seems that this lotus lantern can't stand a little wind.

Wen Bai lowered his head, and carefully gathered the petals of the paper lantern.

When I touched the base, I found that the bamboo branch used to support the base was broken.

Chenghuang also looked at it seriously: "This lamp may be made of leftover scraps, and it is a bit rough."

"In this way, I'm afraid I won't be able to get into the water."

Wen Bai looked at the loose lotus lantern, paused for a while, and finally said: "The bamboo branch is broken, just replace it with another one."

"Will it be difficult?" Wen Bai was a little worried.

Chenghuang shook his head: "This craft is not complicated, and ordinary people can do it at home."

Wen Bai said "OK", then squatted next to the river lamp stall owner, watched him make two river lamps, and then started to do it.

Fortunately, there is a Yulan basin stall here, and there are not many other things, but there are many branches, leaves, and bamboo knives.

Wen Bai picked out a suitable bamboo branch and acted very carefully. The City God also stared at it with wide eyes, for fear that the paper lantern would be broken when changing the bamboo branch. , I'm afraid I have to cry.

Fortunately, the bamboo branch didn't break the paper lantern in the end, but the bamboo knife cut Wen Bai.

Cheng Huang stopped Wen Bai's bleeding with merit incense, and the wound healed quickly, but there was a little blood on the bamboo branch, which was not wiped off.

"Fortunately, it didn't touch the petals." Wen Bai breathed a sigh of relief.

The lotus lantern finally stabilized, and Wen Bai walked to the river with a lantern in each hand.

Cheng Huang stood aside, lighting a lantern for Wen Bai, and casually said, "This ingot lantern is for the little lotus lantern in the gourd, what about the other one?"

Wen Bai smiled: "Give Xiao Lian Deng his father."

City God: "?"

Wen Bai smiled deeper, and explained: "To Lu Zheng."

Chenghuang paused for a moment, then moved the lantern closer: "Young master and your lord have such a good relationship."

Hearing the phrase "little son" after a long time, and it was exactly the same as last time, Wen Bai was dazed for a moment.

It's just that compared with last time, this time seems to be different.

Wen Bai shook his head, didn't think about it any more, and put his mind on the two river lanterns in front of him again.

He picked up the pen and was about to write it down when Xiaolian Deng's words from before flashed through his mind.

The tip of the pen paused, and when I started to write again, I wrote a few more pictures.

Not "Lu Zheng", but "Lu Zheng".

Cheng Huang looked at Wen Bai's elegant and fluent "Lu Zheng", and couldn't help but praise: "Good word."

Wen Bai said truthfully: "Only these two characters are written better."

All thanks to Chubby Lamp.

After writing "Lu Zheng" last time, he was read by Xiaopang Deng. He wrote "Lu Zheng" countless times. He has also practiced calligraphy for so many years. These two characters are probably the best.

After writing the words for the two river lanterns, Wen Bai put them down together and watched them drift away before coming up from the shore.

When Wen Bai came ashore, the French boat had already been burned out, but both sides of the river were bustling.

Walking up the bridge along the river bank, the candlelight and the sparkling water are intertwined, which is very beautiful.

"Does this river have a name?" Wen Bai asked.

"Yes, it's called Liuguang River, and it's a moat."

Liuguang River, the name fits this scene very well.

I just don't know how many years it can last.

The ancient river outside the Chengfeng base was also a long river hundreds of years ago.

It has always been similar to this Liuguanghe.

Wen Bai was a little lost in thought, until a few muffled thunderclaps flashed across the sky.

People on both sides of the river raised their heads together, as if they were also taken aback.

"It's thundering?"

"I think I heard it too."

"No, the sun has been fine these two days, so why is there thunder for no reason?"

"It won't rain."

Wen Bai frowned.

He remembered that when he came last time, there seemed to be no thunder?

Turning his head, Chenghuang was holding his crutches and knocking on the ground three times: "It's strange."

Wen Bai: "What's wrong?"

Cheng Huang pinched his fingers: "It shouldn't be raining today."

Wen Bai: "Maybe it's just thunder?"

The moon was still hanging above, and it didn't look like it was going to rain.

Chenghuang couldn't figure out why, so he nodded.

Last time, it was him and Lu Zheng, together with a small lotus lantern that couldn't be idle, stopped and stopped, and in the end only visited a few of the busiest streets.

This time, Wen Bai was alone, and the journey was much faster. Under the leadership of Chenghuang, he visited all the places that he hadn't visited last time.

When it was almost dawn, I stopped at a teahouse that was more relaxed.

Wen Bai drank a cup of tea slowly, and when he looked up, he realized that it was raining outside.

"It's raining?" Wen Bai put down the teacup and looked outside.

It actually rained.

Wen Bai is also a little uncertain about whether it is raining in the picture of offering sacrifices to the night, because when they went out that time, it was still dark.

Chenghuang has changed his outfit and said he would go back to Chenghuang Temple to have a look.

Wen Bai nodded in response.

As soon as Chenghuang left, Wen Bai looked at the time, guessed that it would be dawn soon, so he also got up and went out.

The rain didn't fall heavily, but the pedestrians on the street were deserted, and there were still some river lanterns that hadn't had time to let go, leaning crookedly on the corner of the street.

Wen Bai remembered the two lamps he put on last night, and wondered if they would get wet.

After thinking about it, I have already boarded the arch bridge.

He subconsciously looked down, and through the unextinguished lanterns on both sides of the river, he could see the circles of fine lines on the river surface that were rippled by the rain. Zai wandering around.

"Huangquan is very congested today, so hurry up." Wen Bai said with a smile.

After speaking, go down from the highest position of the arch.

But the moment he turned around and raised his head, Wen Bai suddenly saw a person standing under the eaves of Wa Si in front of him.

Ink-colored long gown, long hair tied up.

The man was leaning on the vermilion porch pillar, holding a lotus lantern loosely with one hand, even half a bridge away, he could feel a sense of idleness and indifference.

Wen Bai froze in place for a moment.

That is... Lu Zheng?