Chapter 937 Beating drums from all directions to suppress the Dragon King
The Red Mansion Ghost Ship, as the name suggests, is a three-story ship draped in red damask and decorated with carved beams and painted beams. The ship is fifteen feet long and three feet wide. It is a huge painted mansion ship that is rare in the south!
Hundreds of people died on the Chaoguan Floating Bridge in three days, not to mention the two major Cao gangs in the city who had already figured out the details of this ghost ship.
Thanks to the developed folk art culture in Zhigu, even the people in Dagukou know that "The Ghost of the Red Mansion" is fifteen feet long, three feet wide, hung with ninety-nine and eighty-one red lanterns, and has three floors of carved railings and painted buildings.
The first floor is called the Dream of Qinhuai. The lamp of Li and the lamp of crystal shine brighter than the day. There are also bead curtains reflecting the water, painted buildings with flying clouds, clothes with perfume and fragrance, and drums and drums passing by...'
"There are twenty-eight beautiful women and ghosts in the building. There are eight large rooms and twelve small rooms. It is known as Qinhuai's land of dreams, the gentle land of lost souls!"
"The second level is called heaven and earth..."
"The third level is the Red Mansion Hell..."
The storyteller also made up all kinds of stories about poor porters accidentally getting into ghost ships and pretty girls saving their lives.
It is said that a so-and-so educated porter made a living by carrying luggage for others because of his family's financial difficulties. One day he accidentally entered the red building. He enjoyed himself like an emperor on the first floor. When he climbed to the second floor, he felt as happy as a god.
Then I asked for help in every possible way and climbed to the third floor, only to find that it was a netherworld where I was almost eaten alive by evil spirits.
Finally, by chance, I was rescued by a female ghost, and I walked out of the red building...
These days, the story of the Red Mansion and the Ghost Ship is the most popular in Zhigu, even more so than the battle between Xuan Zhen Sect and Qing Pi Xing.
At this time, red lanterns were hung, beauties were leaning on the railings, and the ghost boats covered with red gauze were hanging on the railings. No one was steering them, and they were sailing down the river quietly on the South Canal.
The idle people on both sides of the strait, as well as the soldiers guarding the city, were leaning against the northeast corner tower of the city, gazing at the ghost ship in the distance.
The clearly visible red boat seemed to jump for a moment, teleporting dozens of feet across the river to the pontoon.
The decoration of the building boat also suddenly turned white.
The red gauze pavilions, the railings surrounding the red diamonds, and the cornices with red lights all turned into white.
White gauze, white cloth, white lanterns, and even a group of women with white scarves tied on their heads and dressed in white clothes, each holding a scary white lantern, stood on both sides of the boat side of the boat. Dozens of women lined up in two rows.
Like a ghost, he stood there quietly.
Seeing this scene on both sides of the river, everyone felt as if their hearts were pounding, as if there was something invisible pressing on them. The common people exclaimed in low voices, and some even clasped their hands together and recited Buddhist scriptures.
On the high platforms built on both sides of the river, Captain Wei Cao saw him, but he only smiled coldly: "The White Lotus Sect! Finally forced them out!"
He turned to the Taoist priest next to him who was carrying the magic sword and said, "Taoist Master Liu, I'm done!"
The Taoist priest who had previously reminded the helmsman of Wei Cao slightly chinned his head, nodded and said: "Master Liang, there is no need to say anything! The people of the White Lotus Sect led the Yin soldiers and ghost ships across the river, and killed my senior brother Cao Sanjin.
Uncovering the sky!"
"My senior brother has already completed most of the secret method of capsizing ships with copper basins. With this method alone, I can make the White Lotus Sect miserable!"
After that, he ordered two Taoist boys to bring the huge copper basin, and a tied red paper boat floated on it. There were even eighty-one small red lanterns hung on the boat, all lit with micro-carved candles. .
"The Paper King is indeed well-deserved!" Liu Daoshi said with a smile: "This is the creation of the third realm of paper humanity. If it weren't for the insidious White Lotus Sect, which attracted the Yin soldiers, my senior brother would never lose to them with his fighting skills!"
The female ghosts on the white boat over there have come to the side of the boat one by one and put down white lotus lanterns on the river.
"You still want to repeat the same trick and attract evil soldiers and ghost ships?"
"Senior brother was harmed by you before because he lost his guard. Now that I am prepared in every possible way, how can I be embarrassed by your red-light tricks?"
The Taoist priest held the magic sword and waved his sleeves to wipe the red paper boat. In an instant, the red boat turned into a white boat. He pointed down with the magic sword: "Ding!"
Suddenly, the water flowing in the South Canal became still, and the ghost ship was fixed in the middle of the river. Countless white lotus lanterns were floating beside the ship, unable to flow any further.
The helmsmen of the two Cao gangs, Wei and Lu, looked at each other across the canal and raised their hands to invite the commanding dragon flags of the two gangs.
Along the two banks of the river, one south and one north, two dragon flags waved down at the same time.
Suddenly, on the high platform, there was a capable old man wearing black clothes, with a red belt tied around his waist, cufflinks and collar, and he slowly beat the drumsticks as big as his fists on the drum heads of the two Dafa drums. , the rapid but rhythmic drumming slowly sounded on both sides of the canal...
On the dragon boat behind the pontoon, the leader of the Zhigu Gong and Drum Association, wearing a red robe with a black python embroidered on it, turned over, a green dragon stretched out its claws, a yellow dragon descended from the cliff, and wore a mask of the Dragon King, who was also beating a big drum slowly. .
But the drum has a drum head supported by bones. The body of the drum is ivory yellow, the drum head is covered with thick dragon skin, and the fine supporting nails on the edge of the drum are all dragon scales.
This is the big dragon drum enshrined in the Jiuhe Dragon King Temple. According to legend, it was made from the dragon skin of the Huaihe Dragon King.
Following the meeting, the leader raised his arms and smashed them down with all his strength.
The dull sound of drums, like the roar of a river, resounded in all directions, and then echoing sounds came from Wanghai Tower, in Tianhou Palace, in the Lion Grove, in the row of nineteen martial arts schools on Hebei Street, and in the large and small shops and buildings along the river. drum.
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In an instant, the majestic and dull drum array resounded!
The helmsman of Wei Cao played the trumpet on the boat and shouted loudly from the high platform: "The drums are beating loudly, the Dragon King of Jiuhe is going to sell!"
"Yo hey!"
On the high platform and under the high platform, tens of thousands of Caogang disciples responded to the chant in unison!
On both sides of the river, they imitated the boat pulling ropes, carrying cargo, pulling ropes, sailing, climbing masts, lowering anchors, waving flags, and dancing in unison.
On both sides of the canal, the solemn and uniform dances are majestic and majestic, revealing the blood, sweat and tears of Cao Gang sailors on the canal for thousands of years.
Along with the Grand Canal Festival, the oppressed sailors, porters, and laborers on this grand canal that runs from north to south finally shouted a neat chant - "Hey!"
On the Wanghai Tower, the Taoist priest from the Qintian Prison, with a yellow belt tied on his head, stood up and looked solemnly at the continuous and gradually exciting sound of drums and cymbals on both sides of the canal.
The sound of the rolling drums was like a huge tide, suppressing the entire canal. Tens of thousands of Caobang disciples felt as if a fire was burning above their heads, boiling the entire canal.
Even if there is a dragon king coming from upstream at this time, it will be suppressed!
"The sound of drums from all directions suppresses the Dragon King!"
The imperial envoy led the honor guard and came down from the Wanghai Tower holding the royal flags on both sides. Prince Yong, who had come secretly from the capital, arrived at Dagukou without the knowledge of the various trade associations in Zhigu.
He stared at both sides of the boiling canal, looked at the Canal Dragon Suppression Festival held by tens of thousands of Cao Gang disciples, and said solemnly: "What a Cao Gang!"
"The imperial court gave them a bite, and they have been domesticated for so many years, but they still retain this kind of lawless mentality!"
"This is the Cao Gang!" Prince Yong sighed: "Millions of Cao workers in the north and south of the canal, singing the same chant, pulling large ships to sail from the north to the south... Even His Majesty can't move, and the court is afraid of his ability.
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In Qingyi, Zhang Sanzhi looked at the ghost ship that was completely suppressed by the sound of drums and the canal ceremony. He raised his hand slightly, and a gangster came forward carrying half of the ancestor's shrine.
Wang Haichuan, naked to the waist, walked step by step to the stone cow and took off the iron rings on the cow's horns.
He turned around and put the iron ring on his back, his face turned red from suppressing it, and he picked up the iron chain weighing tens of thousands of kilograms. As the iron chain rubbed against the horns of the cow, the tens of thousands of kilograms of large iron chains increased to tens of thousands of kilograms in the blink of an eye.
One hundred thousand catties.
Wang Haichuan, a great entertainer, picked up the skills he had used as a porter when he was young. Holding his breath, with bare feet, he moved forward step by step, pulling up the iron chain.
On the high platform, Taoist Liu pointed his magic sword downwards, and the Red Mansions Ghost Ship began to float slowly.
The ghost ship on the canal, which was fixed in the middle of the river by the current, finally moved slowly towards the Chaoguan floating bridge ahead...
Zhang Sanzhi turned to look at Wu Ponu and saw that he had no intention of moving at all. He was slightly confused. He looked up and saw the Red Mansion Ghost Ship drifting toward the Chaoguan Floating Bridge, getting faster and faster.
He frowned slightly and looked towards the high platform.
The helmsman of Wei Cao on the high platform also turned to Taoist Liu and said: "Taoist Master, slow down! Although this ghost ship was suppressed by our Cao Gang's high sacrifice and drum formation, after all, there is a saint of the White Lotus Sect on board, and it is by no means that easy to deal with.
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Liu Daoshi grabbed the magic sword and smiled.
"That's natural. The Holy Spirit has vast powers and boundless power. How can it be dealt with by ordinary people?"
Captain Wei Cao nodded and suddenly frowned, feeling that this was wrong...
The speed of the Red Mansion Ghost Boat hung with white lanterns all over the sky has not slowed down at all. White lotus river lanterns are sprinkled from the boat, converging on the canal to form a flowing river of lights, quiet white, auspicious lotus flowers, and little by little
Overturned in the river - grief and nostalgia.
Qian Chen stood at the entrance of Huoshen Temple Village, staring at all of this, all in silence!
When the helmsman of Wei Cao saw that the ghost ship had no intention of slowing down, he suddenly turned his head and looked at Taoist Liu who was doing the copper pot capsizing method over there. He saw him with disheveled hair, holding a sword in his hand, chanting incantations, and stepping on the seven stars with his bare feet.
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"You are from the White Lotus Sect!"
The helmsman of Wei Cao roared!
Daoshi Liu suddenly raised his head with his hair disheveled, his hair covering his face. He was one part mysterious, four part ferocious, and one part laughing wildly.
He laughed and said: "The red light shines, and the white lotus arrives! The sound of drums from eight directions suppresses the Dragon King, and heroes from all directions destroy the demon kingdom. The Holy Mother comes to show mercy to the real person, and the sun and moon reopen to establish a new sky! If you ask for a blessing, the Holy Mother expresses her condolences and shines in the sky.
Mirror, the white lotus shines in the world, and the blessed saint Lin Heier is blessed!"
Liu Taoist's face was covered with a sword, as if he was crazy, and his magic sword suddenly slashed towards the paper boat in the copper basin.
The helmsman of Wei Cao struck out with his palm and hit him on the back.
Taoist Liu spurted out a mouthful of blood and sprinkled the magic sword, but he saw a sudden red light that was extremely strange. The magic sword instantly cut through the paper red boat, and an iron boat inside suddenly floated on the copper basin.
Copper basin water method!
It can also be used to facilitate shipping...
The four Taoist boys around him turned around and landed on the four sides of Taoist Liu, the southeast, northwest, and they took off their Taoist robes, revealing the white clothes underneath.
Chapter completed!