Chapter 560 A Memorial to Ghosts and Gods "He has no real ability, he's just stalling."

"And this is precisely why we need to push him now."

In Ming Prefecture city, countless incense sticks were constantly burning in the city center. As soon as one censer was empty, it was replaced with a fresh one. The smoke seemed immune to the wind, lingering in the city, refusing to dissipate.

This caused the entire city to be shrouded in a haze, blurring the line between day and night. The mist seemed alive, constantly trying to seep in through cracks, carrying whispers.

The whole city was oppressed, doors and windows were shut tight, and no one dared to raise their voice, fearing to be overheard by the things in the mist.

Only in the heart of Ming Prefecture, behind the incense table, the disheveled man wielding a sword appeared relaxed, casually picking up fresh fruit from the table to eat.

Seeing the fourth-generation eldest granddaughter of the Hu family by the table, her expression uneasy and seemingly puzzled by their decision, he smiled faintly and explained: "You guessed right earlier. Bringing you here was also to feel out this child's temper."

"But in the end, this is a major matter, and we can't let a child act recklessly."

"Back then, if the eldest son of their lineage, your grandfather Hu Xian, hadn't separated from us and had taken over the Zhen Chong Prefecture, we would all be at ease."

"Even after the separation, if it had been inherited by his father, your uncle Hu Shan, who has always been prudent and is the eldest son, we wouldn't have anything to say."

Reading time: 10 seconds. At the same time, in the Zhu Men town, in someone's courtyard, Hu Ma was also preparing an altar.

She carefully burned incense, worshiping ghosts, first taking out the token from her bosom and bowing to it before the fire pit. Then, she knelt before the fire pit, slowly making her plea: "I am Zhang Agu from Feng Xian Wa'er Village in the Lao Yin Mountains. Faced with the disaster in Ming Prefecture, I implore all my fellow practitioners to lend a hand."

"The me of the past had the courage to slay the Seven Fiends Evil Ghost. Now, we'll see how long he can endure before he is willing to strike down the official deity of the prefecture!"

"But that doesn't mean that Zhen Chong Prefecture has nothing to do with us, even more so that it isn't his responsibility!"

"He can hold Zhen Chong, but he can't mess around. He needs someone to help him, but he has objections to us and doesn't know how to deal with it, so he keeps hiding."

"I don't know!"

"It's a feast. This time, we've encountered a big event. Not only can we eat, but all our good sisters from everywhere can get a taste. He doesn't need anyone's help, not even Da Hong Tang is helping him protect the law; he doesn't need you to take action." She spent half a morning making several straw effigies, standing them to one side, and scattered a handful of rice on the ground, forming a circle.

L····.1t·... She hit the nail on the head with that sentence.

As he spoke, he looked up at the building behind him. At the highest point of the building, two other Hu family uncles were guarding a clay sculpture, never leaving it, the expressions on their faces becoming playful. "...And this is what we're waiting for."

On the other side, several yellow weasels, who had been eating too well lately and had become fat with thick legs and bellies, were also crowding around an old woman with bound feet and a flower in her hair, hurrying up the mountain.

"Therefore, this letter, I am not sending on behalf of the Zhen Chong Prefecture, but in my own capacity, asking for help from my neighbors." "Moreover, at most, the Hungry Ghost Army will be completely drawn to Ming Prefecture in two days. When Ming Prefecture becomes a feast, nothing will stop them. Can he still delay taking action?"

Hearing this, the surrounding weasels became excited: "How big of a feast will it be?"

But the Eighth Uncle, who was in charge of the altar, smiled: "If he can really stall for these eight days, I will admire him."

Hu Ma looked satisfied, knowing that the altar in Ming Prefecture City was sitting idly by. Perhaps if she set up this altar now, the other party would see it and might be puzzled. What use is a small altar? "Huh?" Listening to Eighth Uncle Hu Feng patiently explaining to her behind the incense table, but the seventh-generation eldest granddaughter of the Hu family, Hu Xi, still couldn't let go. She raised her head to look at Eighth Uncle and whispered: "But you can't stall either. In at most eight days, people will start dying in the city."

She was originally a country person, speaking with a country accent. Now that she has come to Zhu Men town, met more people, and seen more of the world, she subconsciously changed her accent, trying hard to speak Mandarin.

·.... "My goodness, what ghosts? Such a family would actually invite us to a feast?"

In an instant, intangible fortune stirred, the sound of the suona intertwined with the Yin wind blowing out of the Lao Yin Mountains, spreading far in all directions. In that instant, it was unknown how many spirits and monsters hidden in the corners of Ming Prefecture were alarmed.

"I know you're still thinking of not making things too ugly, but we're not here because we covet the Zhen Chong Prefecture or anything. We just can't let him be so willful and ruin the reputation of the Zhen Chong Prefecture."

""It can be said that from that time on, our Hu family's title of Zhen Chong was truly established, but precisely because this burden was too heavy, fearing that it would drag down the entire family, we had no choice but to separate, in order to preserve our blessings.""

"But coincidentally, your grandfather Hu Xian died soon after separating from us, and Uncle Hu Shan left Shangjing not many years later, and he also passed away. It was the turn of this young brat who had never lived in Qing Yuan for even a day or two to inherit the Zhen Chong Prefecture… If he delays for seven or eight days, the altar will naturally break."

But Mandarin was not standard, but one could hear her earnestness.

But it doesn't matter, this time we're going to tell them what this altar does.

"It's a pity that if that's the case, Ming Prefecture will lose its importance. Can he bear the consequences?"

For some reason, looking at Eighth Uncle's confident expression, Hu Xi couldn't help but feel a little worried.

What truly supports this altar is actually the people of the entire city of Ming Prefecture, relying on their vitality to raise the altar.

She was really worried that this Hu family cousin would disregard everything and drag things out to the point where the people in the city would be in an irreversible situation. Surely the dignified Qing Yuan Hu family wouldn't really let the entire city die? But at that moment, suddenly, there was a dead silence. The city of Ming Prefecture, filled with incense smoke, suddenly had a gust of Yin wind blowing, swirling a wisp of incense smoke behind the incense table, rising eerily.

"The letter comes from me, the order starts from me. Evil ghosts run rampant in Ming Prefecture, and the grain supply is cut off, only to protect the villages and countryside. I set up an altar to ward off evil ghosts..." So, with a "poof" sound, the oil lamp

But because of this, the longer the altar is raised, the greater the consumption of vitality of the people in the city. Earlier, this Hu family cousin kept dragging things out, refusing to meet, which made her affairs more and more difficult and exposed many problems herself.

While speaking, she climbed to the top of the mountain and took the broken suona from the hand of the yellow weasel next to her. Puffing out her cheeks, she blew it hard. At first glance, Eighth Uncle Hu's calmness was lost, and he dropped the fruit in his hand and stood up abruptly. After a closer look, his expression became indifferent again: "Just that little bit of ability?"

Zhang Agu borrowed paper and pen from Right Protector Shen Hongzhi and wrote many letters. There were few words on each letter, but they were stacked very high. She kept writing until the second half of the night before asking Shen Hongzhi to help set up a small fire pit.

That kind of large altar actually has a best way to crack it, and that is to delay.

In the memorial, she slowly stopped, silently pondering: What Shopkeeper Da Ge said was too big, and she couldn't understand it all, only knowing that in this chaotic world, living a precarious life, one cannot break the rules. No matter how unfair the rules are, they are the last way out for the poor... He doesn't even know what kind of important burden the Zhen Chong Prefecture is."

"Hiding for so long has exhausted people's patience, and the situation has become more and more pressing."

At the top of the hill, from the mountain ridge to the city, the sound of the suona, at this moment, was particularly desolate.

"If he can't take the stage, the crime on his head will be great."

"Our Qing Yuan Hu family has guarded the Zhen Chong for the imperial capital for generations, dividing Yin and Yang, but that was only acting on behalf of imperial power. It was not until seventy years ago that the late emperor issued an edict and truly handed the Zhen Chong Prefecture over to us."

"Are we going or not?"

"First Aunt, what are we going to do?"

First Aunt said, "Anyway, it sounds like it's even bigger than that big city in the north. We're just inviting a few people, and we can sit at the main table. Why not work hard?"

They naturally didn't understand, and hurriedly asked the First Aunt beside them, whose face was solemn, but the First Aunt, who usually seemed to know everything, now also had a confused look on her face, just pretending to be flustered and said: Now if that cousin still delays, the consequences will be more serious. In just eight days, someone will die in the city, and in large numbers..." "So fast?"

"Raise the altar!"

"...Actually, it was hidden by you in the deep mountains for seventy years and cannot come out. See what the path of ghosts has become now?"

21.e

With that, her face cleared up a bit, and she coldly hummed, "It's also that the White Granny has a small mind and really feels that she has drawn a clear line with us. For seventy years, she hasn't even sent a letter. Even the Seven Fiends have been expelled from the house. But that was bestowed by the late emperor, a treasure entrusted with the task of protecting luck... Outside of Ox Bay, there is an old turtle that has been lurking for many years. In the forest outside of Old Yin Mountain, there is also a toad that has matured. Going southwest from Green Stone Town, there is a peach tree at the foot of the mountain that has attained Dao, as well as various other things, whether fox, raccoon, or mountain stone and grass, all waking up."

Raising such a big altar, but offering only three animals and eight sacrifices on the incense table, was originally just a joke.

He didn't set up an incense table, but only lit three incense sticks and a lamp on the spot. Only seven talismans were prepared, simply pasted on the courtyard wall behind him. Then, he borrowed the mahogany sword from Da Hong Tang, held it upside down in his hand, pinched a sword seal slowly, and pointed forward lightly: At first glance, Eighth Uncle Hu was so shocked that he dropped the fruit in his hand and stood up abruptly. After a closer look, his expression changed again: "Just that little bit of ability?"

With Eighth Uncle's cultivation, he himself cannot support such a large altar.

Agu Zhang asked the right protector, Shen Hongzhi, to borrow paper and pen. She wrote a lot of letters, with only a few words on each letter, but stacked them high. She wrote until the second half of the night before asking Shen Hongzhi to help her set up a small fire pit.

That kind of large altar actually has a best way to crack it, and that is to delay.

In the act of informing and worshiping, she paused slowly, silently pondering: The thing that Shopkeeper Brother said was too big and she couldn't understand it all, only knowing that in this chaotic world, to struggle to live is not to break the rules. No matter how unfair the rules are, they are the last way out for the poor... He doesn't even know what an important burden the Zhen Chong Prefecture is."

"Hiding for so long has worn out people's patience, and the situation has become more and more urgent."

It wasn't long before, after Hu Ma explained in detail in Zhu Men town, Agu Zhang and a great-aunt were both shocked and confused, but they still quickly made up their minds.

Once she understood, she put the letters she had written, one by one, into the fire. Accompanied by the licking flames, they turned into ashes. In the night, no one knew how many small ghosts were invited and received the letters, then disappeared into the night.

"Now that it has come to this point, we'll see how long he can stall. When the time comes that he can't get off the stage, the crime on his head will be great."

"Our Qing Yuan Hu family has guarded the Zhen Chong for the imperial capital for generations, dividing Yin and Yang, but that was only acting on behalf of the imperial power. It wasn't until seventy years ago that the late emperor issued an edict and truly handed over the Zhen Chong Prefecture to us."