Asking Immortals: From the Republic of China to Marvel

"No, there is a county's population living on it. If you were to overturn the land, the sins of two hundred thousand people would not need to be punished by disasters. Believe it or not, I would skin you and cramp you on the spot?!"

Jiaolong shrank his head when he heard this and did not dare to continue talking.The flood head continues to move forward, rushing down...

Peiping

In Mr. Sun's office, a man in a black suit and trench coat, dressed like a secret agent, presented the document bag in his hand to the desk.

"Chairman, this is the photo brought back by Eurasia Airlines."

(Mr. Sun did not die of cancer, so China and Germany established normal diplomatic relations, and Eurasia Airlines established a joint venture in advance.)

Opening the file bag, there was a stack of about thirty black and white photos inside. Mr. Sun passed them one by one.

These photos are all snapshots of the progress of the flood, from Guankou to Jiading Giant Buddha. They are all covered, and some of them are particularly clear.

Some were taken among the crowds on the river bank, some were taken on relatively narrow paths in the mountains and forests, and some were taken on distant views on the top of the mountain.

Because of their huge size, the dragon and the old turtle could be clearly distinguished. On the contrary, Ye Wentian had been standing in the center of the flood water faucet. They were far away and the human body was small, so they could not be seen clearly.

However, there is one photo taken when Ye Wentian stopped the flood tap to avoid a crowd of people on the riverbank who were holding a Dragon King sacrifice, and almost walked to the water's edge.

The river bank was only about 30 meters long, and the viewing distance of the photo was only about 50 meters. Ye Wentian's profile on the side was clear, and he looked like an ancient prince, with long hair flowing like ink and flowing like clouds.

The majestic shore of supernatural powers stands on the water, and the immortals are coming to the dust. It is as vast as Feng Xu riding the wind, but does not know where it stops; it is fluttering as if it is left alone in the world, becoming an immortal and ascending to immortality.

When Mr. Sun turned to this photo, he stood up suddenly with a look of shock on his face. Isn't this a question of innocence? !what's the situation? !

"Chairman, what's wrong?" The man at the table noticed that Mr. Sun looked wrong and asked quickly.

"It's okay. I know the person in this photo. I was a little surprised to hear news about my old friend."

"The chairman has devoted his whole life to China, and his merits are astonishing to the past and present. It is not surprising to meet such an immortal person."

The man quickly flattered him. Sure enough, those who can follow the leader are mostly those who are good at observing people's words and have a lot of witty words.

"Zhihui, how many people are paying attention to this matter?"

It turned out that this person was Wu Jingheng, a veteran of the Tongmenghui. In later generations, he was awarded the title of a century-old cultural and academic great man, and was rated as not to enter the officialdom in his life, which shows that this person has great righteousness.

Just because he supported Bald Jiang to cut off his wings before, he was filled with regrets after the incident started. Now he obediently follows Mr. Sun to make up for his mistakes.

"In this Immortal Passage, the dragon walks with great force. There is nowhere to hide it. Now almost all the forces know about it."

"Closely!"

"Yes!"

……

Songhu Hongkou Concession Japanese Military Headquarters

"Master Shilang, what do you think about the flood dragons in Sichuan?" Feiyuan, the top general of the Japanese Army, asked.

"Captain Hihara, Elder Ito, according to the Jiuju classics, the dragon is a treasure. Journey to the West said: The strange fragrance is full of the Jinluan Palace, and the delicious food is filled with the emperor's court.

Although it may be a bit exaggerated that a mouthful of dragon's saliva can have such magical effects, dragon blood, dragon marrow and dragon bones are great tonics. If eaten by ordinary people, they can prolong life. Human flesh and bones can be used by monks from our island country to enhance their magic power and achieve breakthroughs. "

"Then how do you think we can benefit, Shiro-kun?"

"Reporting to Your Excellency, Colonel, this dragon starts from the middle of Sichuan and goes all the way down the river. The entrance to the sea is at Songhu. When the time comes, we will..."

"..."

The floods were raging and the turbid waves were soaring into the sky. It took one night to reach the mountain city of Bazibiedu, which is the ghost town of Fengdu. It is also one of the main entrances to the underworld in this world.

It has been almost seventeen years since Ye Wentian traveled back in time, but he has never seen ghosts, ghost soldiers or anything like that. I remember in the movie that Uncle Jiu later became the representative of the bank in the underworld and was responsible for printing large amounts of underworld coins.

Logically speaking, the underworld here must not be taken away. It is already the late stage of the Dharma End, and the underworld should be closed to prevent the continued loss of spiritual energy.

I don’t know why the customary rules from ancient times to the present have been maintained. Tomb-sweeping Festival, Hungry Ghost Festival, and Hanyi Festival still open the door of ghosts and let the tiger return to the mountains... No, it’s the ghosts of the underworld who return to the earth to reunite with their relatives.

There are also many homeless ghosts. The ownerless ghosts from the underworld will flock to the upper world and wander around in search of food wherever human beings can go...

It is now the beginning of Mao Shi, about five o'clock, and it is still dark. The water here is open, the flood is spreading, and the faucet has dropped to three and a half feet. The arrival of the flood only increases the sound of running water, and there is not much movement.

As soon as they reached the most open position, on the water in front of Ye Wentian, a bronze double door nine feet high and seven feet wide suddenly rose from the ground. It was mottled.

There is a faint color of black iron, and you can't tell what material it is made of. There is a twelve-foot-square base under the huge bronze door, and the remnants of the stele beside the door are still there.

On it are engraved the words "Yinsi City God" and "Fengdu County Government". There are two rows of three-foot-long statues of the sixteen ghosts in front of the door. On the plaque on the door are written three bloody characters "Ghost Gate Pass".

Ye Wentian hurriedly stopped to guard against the water. Unexpectedly, before he could figure out the situation just after he stopped, a gap opened in the gate of hell, extending outwards at an increasingly faster speed. It opened 160 degrees in a breath. .

All I wanted to say in my heart was "Fuck!". I had just thought about Fengdu Ghost Town, so I opened the door to greet them. How about being so prompt? !

Seeing a large group of dark and phantom figures flying out of the deep door, Ye Wentian no longer knew what to say. Could this be the second calamity of the walking dragon? !

These ghosts are in the realm of ghost soldiers and ghost soldiers. In Ye Wentian's eyes, their cultivation level is not high, but the key is the huge number. In just a few breaths, they are densely packed and spread all over the surroundings and in the air. There is still a steady stream of flying in the door. Out, endlessly.

If Jiaolong were allowed to go on his own, he would probably be sucked dry of yang energy by a wave of impact and die on the spot.

The question is how could the inexplicable gate of hell be opened wide? It is absolutely impossible to stop the wandering dragons. People in the underworld have huge undertakings, so how can they work so hard for such a trivial matter.

Secretly counting the days, it turned out that at the end of the golden autumn, today happened to be the first day of the tenth month of the lunar calendar. It had just caught up with the Winter Clothes Festival, and Ye Wentian was a little tired. What a coincidence.

The problem is that the date was not calculated in advance. Why?Because southerners don’t celebrate the Winter Clothes Festival!Most people in the south only celebrate Qingming Festival, and few people burn paper on this day.

But the laws of the underworld do not change according to your will. As long as someone passes by, the gate of hell will open, but it does not matter whether you are south or north.

It's really a chance encounter, an unexpected encounter...