Yama Rising Chapter 491: : Is it Zhongyuan Festival again?
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Finally it’s almost finished. Today’s three shifts, three days, but the second and third shifts are expected to be delayed because there are still things to be done during the day. The second is estimated to be seven o’clock, and the third is ten o’clock or Half past nine
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Seeing that Qin Ye didn't speak, Taoist Asura took a deep breath. If there was a heart, it would already be beating like a drum. Quietly fell to the ground, looking at each other silently. After a few seconds, he said: "Qin Hades...Is it unwilling?"
Qin Ye looked at Taoist Asura deeply, and he was sure that the other party had seen something. But looking back on his performance just now, he didn't think there was a problem with his performance.
To pull the tiger's skin and pull the banner, the most important thing is that the user must have a big heart, which is frankly shameless. Obviously, Qin Goudan is a leader.
"Aren't you afraid to slap you to death?" This topic is too difficult to continue, he can only answer with a smile, trying to make himself look higher and unpredictable.
"Of course I'm afraid." Dao Master Shura lowered his head slightly, as if the actual killing intent was hidden in his eyes. Husky smiled: "But... isn't you still there?"
"Furthermore... the kid is more afraid of being tricked by others without knowing it. I made a stepping stone for no reason. The kid did this kind of thing thousands of years ago..."
"Okay." Qin Ye nodded before the words finished. He readily agreed.
In this case, it would be wrong to say more.
The Taoist Shura arched his hands deeply: "Going back to Shangguan, there are several moments in a year that can weaken the restriction of yin and yang. Those so-called eyes of yin and yang, Huihunye, mostly happen at these times. Three ghosts Festival is the time when the yin and yang transition is weakest, and even children can see the so-called unclean things at that time. The full moon night of each month is also the time when the yin is the heaviest."
"He Xintong wants to walk in the underworld as a mortal, and he can only do it when the ghost gate is open."
He raised his head, trying to smile hard, but he only gave people a sense of hideousness: "Then, the kid came to visit before the Mid-Yuan Festival. It just so happens that you have two passers-by who are still yang, and it will be convenient to lead the way. ."
"Whatever you want." Qin Ye's figure gradually turned into a yin wind and disappeared: "The officer has no time to pick you up."
"Respectfully send your lord." The yin wind gradually dissipated, and the five bodies of the Asura Taoist fell to the ground. It wasn't until a minute later that he quietly raised his head.
"There are still fifteen days..." His tongue stretched out like a snake, and licked his lips: "If you are really hiding from the sky, fifteen days, you will not be able to prepare no matter how much you prepare. "
"I was really shocked by your ability to defeat Shanhaiguan, but...Is there any strength to control it? Don't think I can't see it... Anyway, I was also the prime minister of Song before I died..."
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"Damn it!" Qin Ye flew through the air almost at the speed of sound, his face was no longer calm, only extremely irritable.
Where is the problem?
Reviewing the process over and over again, he still couldn't figure out the problem. But it is not important. Anyone can make mistakes in such a sudden meeting. For example, Dao Master Shura made a mistake from the beginning to the end, but in the end he let the other party recall it.
Anger is not enough, he is not omniscient, not omnipotent, at best he is unwilling.
No one will be reconciled when things come naturally to them.
The wind passed by his ears, his gaze straight ahead, some divergence, layers of black clouds split like waves, blowing his clothes into a violent dance. After flying for ten minutes, he simply stopped.
"Qin Chen is the prime minister of the Southern Song Dynasty. He still has three catties of nails in the bad boat. He doesn't say he can see clearly, but as long as he goes around Pengqiu and asks, he will know the status quo of being strong outside the government. The key is that I still pay Can’t refuse!"
Hua Guo has more than one Taoist master.
Dong Zhuo, the animal master of the west, is holding other pieces of Yan Luoyin in his hand.
If you know the true state of the underworld and listen carefully, they will definitely not dare to move, but... Qin Ye is afraid that they will run!
Run with Yuxi!
Now the Shaking Hall can't be used, just waiting for the complete Yan Luoyin, this run... Once you surrender to a certain top underworld, the consequences will be disastrous!
"This time is different... I am not afraid of Taoist masters? I am afraid that they will run?" He stroked his hair irritably, he sighed and murmured, "Fortunately, fortunately for the underworld Preparations are already being made. The disappointment is not terrible, but the terrible thing is that there is no hope in sight. This time the Zhongyuan Festival happened to be met by the local government promulgating the currency system and holding the Zhongyuan ceremony.
He paused before he could speak.
Why is Zhongyuan Festival again?
Recently, it seems that too many things have been entangled to this day, currency issuance, Zhongyuan Ceremony, stimulating the market, and now coupled with the visit of the Taoist...
At this moment, his chest felt tight.
"What's this?" He took out the shard of Yama seal from his clothes in amazement. It turned out to be the same as last time, still emitting light, and different pictures appeared on all sides of the fragment.
This time he has experience, staring at an aspect, regardless of other aspects.
The picture is blurry, but he can see clearly... there is him!
It seems to be beside a ruin, not only him, but also...
"Mo Changhao?" Raising his eyebrows, he almost leaned in front of his eyes, carefully identifying: "He... shot me? What is going on?"
On the screen, Mo Changhao is talking to the side. However, in the next second, there was no reaction time at all. He shot from a very strange angle, facing Qin Yehou's heart.
Sand... Immediately afterwards, all the pictures were blurred and disappeared.
After rubbing Yan Luoyin in his hand for a long time, he frowned and put it back into his pocket: "There is no time and no specific content. This is... a sign? But no matter what, he will not be before the Zhongyuan Festival. . Try not to meet him in the future."
Withdraw my mind and furrow my brows tighter.
"Following the previous thoughts...Although the insufficiency of the underworld must not be hidden from the eyes of Taoist Asura, as long as he is clear, the underworld can definitely take them within ten years, and he also dare not make a mistake."
"Then...the specifications of the ceremony should be even higher. This is not the gaze of a prince Ligui, but the spokesperson of the three largest reaction forces in China...As long as they can't turn the waves, unified China China is only twenty or thirty years old. The only difficulty is to get through the road to the underworld!"
After clearing his thoughts, he finally calmed down. It turned into a yin wind and continued to fly towards Wuyang City.
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Swipe...At the same time, the Netherworld, where Di listen, was lying on the ground like a sculpture, suddenly opened his eyes.
In front of him, fate turned again.
"Huh?" Ding Ding frowned: "It's six o'clock in the morning, and it's only turning now... Why?"
Moreover, this time it turned very hard. With every stroke of it, golden lotus of merit bloomed in the void, and golden tracks spread with the air. It's like a movement visible to the naked eye.
Beautiful.
At the same time, there are ripples. Maybe others can't understand it, but DiListen immediately understands it.
"Is this... avoiding something?" It became completely solemn, staring at its destiny, and suddenly realized after a few minutes.
"The Shard of Yan Luoyin felt it..." It stretched out its tongue and licked the thorny lips, unexpectedly a little excited: "In the underworld, everything you do can't escape Yan Luoyin's grasp. However, It's just fragments now. I guess... it warned King Qin Yan?"
"However, even if it is forewarned, it should not be complete. Fate is the supreme artifact second only to the three artifacts. It is no less inferior to Sansheng
Shi, Meng Po soup. It is impossible for a piece of debris to completely prevent fate... "
"Everything... will eventually be staged according to the script... Come, let me see, whose name is this time?"
The fourteenth day.
Li Zhensook's name has been extended again. In addition, there is a name that has never been seen.
"Yu Changle?" Die listened carefully and shook his head: "I have never heard of...I don't know whether it is a human or a ghost, but it doesn't matter, written by fate, it will definitely become an important part of this story. Part of..."
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"What...what do you want to do?!" Jin Zaihuan screamed, pulling the quilt to cover his body, but he couldn't cover his white fat. But the woman beside her was covered tightly, leaving only her head covered with blue silk.
He is very sure that this is his rental house.
He rented a seaside villa in Canglan City. It has to be said that although Samsung cannot be the master, they have never suffered a financial loss, even more than before.
However, people are never satisfied.
This is a good thing and a bad thing.
However, now in my rented house, the door was suddenly pushed open, and a group of black-clothed bodyguards rushed in, ignoring his screams, and surrounded the house completely.
"It's me." At this moment, a woman's voice came from outside the door. Jin Zaihuan swallowed all his screams.
Li Zhenshu.
Samsung is the real king.
He couldn't help but looked at his phone at 5:20 in the morning.
Li Zhensook walked in with a black women's slim suit. The high-heeled shoes groaned when they stepped on the floor where the needles fell instantly. As soon as she walked in, a bodyguard pushed the chair next to her and caught her sitting down.
"Life is going well." Li Zhenshu smiled and sat down, lit a lady's cigarette, and faintly exhaled a puff of blue smoke: "Why do you always like to die?"
When she was speaking, she waved, and all the bodyguards bowed immediately and went out together.
"What are you waiting for?" She closed her eyes and leaned back on the soft chair to rest. Said lightly.
Kim Jaehuan didn't figure out what she meant for a while, and said at a loss: "You mean..."
Li Zhensook's rose-red nails tapped the handrail lightly: "Let the people in your bed go out. I have something to talk to you."
Jin Jaehuan swallowed his saliva. In front of this woman, he always felt like he was seen through. He shook his lips, turned his head and said to the person in the quilt: "Don't hurry up?"
"I..."
"Immediately! No one will look at you!"
"Yes..." A woman clutched her chest, lowered her head, and immediately jumped out of the bed. Li Zhensuk glanced without any emotion: "At least let others put on a quilt."
Jin Jae-huan threw the sheet over in annoyance, and the woman put it on panic and rushed out the door.
The room became quiet.
Kim Jae-huan shrank in the quilt subconsciously, and Li Zhensook smiled: "Don't worry, I am not so hungry. On the contrary, I choose very much."
"What the **** do you have?" Jin Jaehuan gritted his teeth.
Li Zhenshu gently extinguished the smoke. Looking at the outside window, he suddenly said: "Do you know... what time is it?"
"Five o'clock in the morning." Jin Zaihuan breathed a sigh of relief and sneered: "It's really hard for you. I know it's five o'clock in the morning."
Li Zhenshu didn't seem to hear, and said calmly: "Wrong."
"This is...The Moment of Every Devil."
"At this moment in the evening, all the ghosts will wake up. At this moment in the morning, most of them are already asleep." She turned her head and looked at Jin Zaihuan coldly: "Tell me the process and equipment of your last ceremony. Right now!"