Chapter 15: Wangxian Eleventh and Thirteenth Death Gate, Actually Also Called Three Joy Gates
Chen Songling followed the navigation sent by fans and drove around in the woods all night.
Just when he thought he would have to play hide-and-seek with these ghosts forever, a layer of gray light suddenly appeared on the horizon, dispersing the sticky black fog in the forest.
The colleagues with numb expressions fell down one by one and fell into a coma.
Chen Songling slid down behind a tree, holding his phone.
Just as his tense nerves were about to relax, his arm touched something - he looked down and found that it was a pair of leather shoes, standing stiffly beside him.
“Oh my god!!”
He crawled up from the ground using his hands and feet, and found that there was a person standing behind the tree!
The scary thing is that most of this person's mouth was sewn up with red messy lines, which looked weird and creepy to the extreme.
"What the hell!" Chen Songling cursed a few times without any regard for his appearance, and stepped back continuously, but the back of his head hit a hard chest.
His hair stood on end and he looked back tremblingly, and sure enough, it was another strange man with his mouth sewn up with red thread!
“Help!!!!!!!”
There are wolves in front and tigers behind, and evil spirits all around.
Just as the man in leather shoes was rushing towards him with strange and twisted steps, the old tree in the corner suddenly shook its branches and leaves, and a vine was thrown out unexpectedly, wrapping around the man's ankle and dragging him backwards.
The strange man behind Chen Songling was stunned for a moment and took a few steps back. The branches hidden in the vegetation entangled with him like a snake, wrapped him up in an instant, dragged him to the tree and hung him upside down.
"Fellow Daoist Chen, what a coincidence." A young man in a dark green Taoist robe walked out from behind the tree, dusted off his sleeves with a smile, and took out a book and handed it to me. "I was just looking for you. Here you go."
Before Chen Songling could come to his senses, he looked down and saw the 59-yuan collector's edition of Ms. Wang's photography collection.
He vaguely remembered that the price listed in the other party's circle of friends was two hundred.
Is it really okay to print the original price on the cover so blatantly?
"Wang Lanlan!" A strong female voice came from the mist in the forest.
Meng Caiyun chased from a distance, his eyes moved from the three dead gates hanging upside down on the tree, and then fell back on Wang Fengxu.
"Haha, you're the one Zhu Meng sent to clean up the mess?"
Seeing that it was her, Wang Fengxu snorted in annoyance: "You promised to help me get rich, but in the end, I still have to rely on myself."
Meng Caiyun nudged the other person with his elbow and said, "Next time, I'll treat you to the seafood buffet at the Shudu Hotel."
Wang Fengxu didn't even blink: "Deal."
At this time, Zhang Huai and others arrived one after another and found a bunch of unconscious Group B members lying on the ground.
Meng Caiyun spoke before him, "They're not dead yet. It's just the aftereffects of a ghost. Sleeping for half a day will heal them."
Zhang Huai breathed a sigh of relief and started calling for help. Several actors also took the initiative to help, carrying their colleagues on the ground out of the grass and back to the filming area one by one.
"Oh, and there are two smart ones?" Meng Caiyun asked. "If I remember correctly, there are usually four, right?"
Wang Fengxu was actually also puzzled: "It shouldn't run too far..."
Before he finished speaking, his gaze paused in a certain direction.
Long Zhu was holding a general by the collar in one hand and dragging him towards this side.
Seeing Wang Fengxu suddenly, she showed a slightly surprised expression: "It's you, the one who lives in the 100 yuan guesthouse."
Everyone looked sideways: "..."
Wang Fengxu: “…”
Meng Caiyun held his stomach and almost punched the ground, laughing so hard that the peach wood sword on his back and the whisk on his waist crackled.
"A hundred yuan guesthouse, hahahahaha—and you're still so miserable!"
Wang Fengxu curled his lips and said, "Don't rely on the fact that I can't beat you. Old Meng doesn't even know you're here, right?"
Meng Caiyun's laughter stopped abruptly.
Wang Fengxu held up his phone's address book interface, pointed his finger at it, and gave a sly smile: "I suddenly want to press that button—3,000 yuan for keeping quiet."
At the same time, Meng Caiyun said without hesitation: "Deal!"
Long Zhu looked at Wang Fengxu, then at Meng Caiyun: "Do you know each other?"
Meng Caiyun seemed to have just realized something and immediately put his arm around Long Zhu's neck enthusiastically: "I was just saying I'd like to introduce some new friends, but it turns out everyone knows each other."
Wang Fengxu's scalp almost exploded when he saw her acting so boldly. However, upholding a thin sense of comradeship, he gave his friend a subtle wink.
Meng Caiyun didn't understand: "Do you have a facial cramp?"
"Master, haha, long time no see," Wang Fengxu said with a flattering smile, wanting to say something but stopping himself: "My friend is rude and impolite, not presentable. Please don't be offended."
Long Zhu shook an agarwood bracelet on her wrist and grinned, "Are you talking about Xiao Meng? She's very nice and even gave me something."
She usually has a kind of dejected look, as if saying "death is good, life is also okay", but when she smiled suddenly like this, her facial muscles were distorted due to unfamiliarity, making her look even more ghostly.
Wang Fengxu was a little afraid to look at her, so his eyes fell on the bracelet. He was shocked: "I just gave you a 9.9 yuan souvenir from Changfeng Scenic Area?"
Meng Caiyun coughed a few times and said, "That's not an ordinary souvenir. My father used some connections to have Abbot Bai consecrate it himself. It's definitely not something you can just take for granted. Don't talk nonsense, poor bastard."
Wang Fengxu clenched his back teeth.
If he had known Long Zhu liked the incense at Changfeng Temple, he would have bought some incense and candles online as a favor! It was abominable that Tailor Meng got there first.
Just as a few people were chatting, Chen Songling appeared weakly from behind.
"Um... Masters, is everything alright back there?"
Wang Fengxu nodded: "Once the formation is broken, the ghosts will naturally disperse. You can continue working as usual. It won't affect you."
Chen Songling thought about having to continue filming as usual, and that his previous absent-minded performance due to the haunting would probably be criticized by the haters in the future for his dull expression and playing tricks.
If he said he was possessed by a ghost, would his fans believe him?
He looked at Long Zhu hopefully: "Master, can you be my assistant? You don't have to do anything! I'll assign you two life assistants, and I'll pay you the highest salary!"
Long Zhu: "Not interested. I've already done what I promised your grandfather."
Life assistant...Do you need an assistant in your life?
What that is, I don't quite understand.
Chen Songling was hit hard, and looked depressed as if his novice protection period was about to end.
So Long Zhu only promised his great grandfather that he would not die before he had an heir, right?
He pondered over it and made a decision that went against his ancestors: if he removed marriage and childbirth from his life list, wouldn't it greatly extend the safe period "before having children"!
Sorry, Master, he just wanted to live so badly! ...
Chen Songling thought of something and asked Wang Fengxu, "Master, this matter has become so serious, is there no news from the outside world?"
"Don't worry, the relevant departments will handle it," Wang Fengxu said, adding, "As for the others, those who are not severely affected will have their memories faded by themselves and will forget them after a good night's sleep. Those who can't fade it themselves can seek help from the relevant departments."
"That is, if you want to forget, they'll help you, but if you want to remember, you'll have to sign a confidentiality agreement."
In order to avoid causing public panic, the case is usually handled by a specialist from the Abnormal Control Bureau.
Although Chen Songling wanted to forget what had happened in the past few days, he was afraid that he would also forget Longzhu, the life-saving straw. So he could only sigh regretfully and go to meet up with his colleagues with a heavy heart.
Long Zhu squatted down and looked at the strange man on the ground: "What on earth is this thing?"
Wang and Meng exchanged glances and said in unison, "Listen."
Meng Caiyun patiently explained, "The things in the Three Death Gates don't have very strong attack power. They're usually used as messengers and scouts."
"Yeah, it's annoying that you always like to pry into other people's privacy." Wang Fengxu leaned over and used a mustard seed to poke the thread on the mouth. "Just clean it up if you find it."
Long Zhu was thoughtful: "Three Death Gates..."
The two looked at Long Zhu nervously: "Do you know them?"
Long Zhu: “Never heard of it.”
There was a clear desire for knowledge in his black eyes.
Because the other party was not an ally of the Three Death Gates, Wang Fengxu breathed a sigh of relief.
"The Three Death Gates, also known as the Three Joy Gates, are rumored to have been founded by Laojun during the Dayun Dynasty, 1,500 years ago."
When Sanximen was first established, it was also a famous and upright sect.
That Laojun was the first Taoist priest in the history of Taoism to be recognized as having "one foot in the immortal realm." He was often incorporated into mythological and metaphysical stories by later generations, and it is now impossible to distinguish between truth and falsehood.
Of course, some people also believe that she has ascended to heaven and become an immortal. There are many theories about this, too numerous to mention.
Over the past hundred years, the disciples headed by the Zhao family have become more and more rampant and wanton. They wantonly play with people's hearts, use human greed to "make deals" with them, and then rationalize the demand for money or lives in the form of "debt collection."
This is because there are four judges and four gods of wealth in the Three Joys Gate, and the presence of number four is too strong. Four also represents death, so it has gradually been ridiculed by modern people as the "Three Death Gates".
Meng Caiyun added: "There's also 'Four Listening Generals', but there aren't just four of them; there are always four of them."
"After Laojun became an immortal, the Three Death Sect hasn't had a new leader," Wang Fengxu said casually. "Rumor has it that the Four Judges are Laojun's four disciples. Although few people have seen them, the leader is said to be..."
Long Zhu: "What is it said?"
Wang Fengxu carefully observed the other person's expression and tentatively threw out a few words:
"The one leading the group is said to be Xiao."
"elf."
Long Zhu repeated it softly, and she suddenly looked at her hands - the veins on her wrists were exposed, and she was quietly trembling uncontrollably and with excitement.
She asked the two people in front of her: "Is it amazing?"
According to historical records, there are nine monsters in the world, corresponding to gold, wood, water, fire, earth, wind, thunder, heaven and earth respectively.
Wang Fengxu was stunned. "No one has actually seen it, but historical records from ancient times to the present day also refer to it as an 'immortal', so it must be very powerful."
Long Zhu was silent.
Something dormant in my body is coming back to life.
Very good.
If it was Xiao, maybe... he could kill her?
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