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July and a half is the Chinese traditional festival Zhongyuan Festival, and July and a half is also known as the ghost festival, and July is called the ghost month among the people. What is the real story of July and a half told by the old man? What is the ghost story of the Zhongyuan Festival? Next, follow this issue's supernatural story and have a look!
the old man tells a true ghost story in July and a half (this information is compiled from the Internet for reference only) for 12 months a year. If you want to say which month has the most taboos among the people, it must be July. July has always been called ghost month. There are many habits in this month, especially on July 15. July 15, also known as July and a half, is a well-known Ghost Festival. It is said that on the half day of July, the ghost gate of Jiuquan will be opened. All ghost cities will return to the world to visit their relatives that night, and the ownerless wandering souls will also wander around the world and receive donations from strangers. When night falls, people will sacrifice ghosts first. Put lanterns on the river to guide the way for the dead relatives, burn incense and candles, worship paper, and set up a stage to sing for the ghosts to watch. Other temples or Taoist temples will set up altars to hold transcendence that night. All these flows are held around the ghosts. Therefore, there are many taboos on that day. If you accidentally commit taboos, you may cause an accident! Xiao Ming is a person who has such a resume. He clearly remembers that the suitable day is July 15. Originally, he was not very willing to go out late at night, but God made people. Fortunately, one of his cousins had a car accident that night, and he had to rush to the hospital all night. The time when he went out was exactly twelve o'clock. The alley downstairs seemed so seeping. The piles of flames lit by dark paper seemed like phosphorous fire. They usually beat at night. The smoke filled the sky also added a somewhat strange atmosphere to the festival of sacrificing ghosts.
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Xiao Ming pulled his coat and moved his steps tremblingly, for fear of accidentally stepping on the ashes of some offerings on both sides of the path. Fortunately, the lime circle on the ground has been reminding passers-by. Through the alley, Xiao Ming stood waiting at the deserted street for a while, reached out and stopped a passing taxi. It was half an hour later when he arrived at the door of the hospital. As soon as Xiao Ming got out of the car, he vaguely heard that someone was calling his name after his death. He instinctively looked back, but he didn't find anyone after his death. A trace of doubt flashed on his face. Only when he heard wrong, he turned around and prepared to enter the hospital. Suddenly, a cold wind blew, Xiao Ming's body trembled, and then he noticed that his shoulder was patted. Xiao Ming looked around again, but found his cousin in the car accident standing after his death with a smile on his face. The smile on his cousin's face was kind of strange, which always made him feel uncomfortable. However, looking at the familiar face, he didn't think too much, but asked with doubt: "Didn't your lesbian call and say you were seriously injured? Why did you..." But before he finished, his cousin reached out to hold his hand and pulled him out without speaking. To his surprise, his cousin's strength seemed to be much better than before. Although he was a little puzzled, Xiao Ming still walked out with his cousin. Xiao Ming just walked a few steps, the rapid brake suddenly sounded, and the strong impact suddenly hit with severe pain My heart... The night was as dark as ink, and a thin mist was gradually shrouded around, and the air sent out a cold smell. Xiao Ming looked at the man lying in the pool of blood with a frightened face. His pale face was familiar, which made him suffocate. Di... Di... The rapid sound of the whistle woke Xiao Ming, who was stagnant in place, and his body seemed to be invisible With his strength in control, he couldn't help stepping on the white bus parked next to him. In addition to a middle-aged driver with a dull face, two other people were just sitting in the seat. The man in a black cloak was strange all over and couldn't see his face. He was no more familiar with a young man in blue and white hospital clothes,
Xiao Ming wanted to go and scold him why he wanted to do this, but he couldn't do it. It was like being pressed on his seat by the invisible force, and even his language ability was lost. He could only stare angrily at his cousin sitting in the seat not far from him. I don't know if it was an illusion. Xiao Ming saw a trace in his cousin's expressionless eyes Panic, a trace of helplessness... The bus was running smoothly, which made him mistakenly think that it had basically not moved. However, the buildings flashing outside the window kept reminding him that the vehicle was moving fast. Xiao Ming didn't know how long it had passed, but only knew that he was gradually away from the world in which he lived. With the disappearance of the buildings, The white fog around him is getting stronger and stronger, and the temperature in the car is also dropping sharply. It seems that he has entered the middle of winter from early autumn. The cold air has been pouring into his body and slowly frozen his mind. Xiao Ming just thinks that the world seems to be static and ordinary, and he sits in his seat with a dull face. He doesn't know that when he loses his ability to think, The fast-moving bus also stopped abruptly. The middle-aged man holding the steering wheel turned into a wisp of black smoke and disappeared into the body of the man in black sitting in the last row of seats. A gust of Yin wind blew and the man in black disappeared into the carriage. One dressed in black and wearing the words "peace in the world" The black long hat with four characters and the figure holding the black iron chain and shackles moved in an instant. With a wave of the iron chain in his hand, he usually wrapped the black smoke on the roof like a spirit snake. The black smoke showed the body of the man in black in a moment along with the sad cry. The figure wearing the long hat flashed on the roof, and the shackles in his hand flashed black, killing the hand of the man in black His feet were cuffed up and made a cold sound track