Xiao Er once said to Hou Zhi that the scattered cultivation in the world is often divided by region, gathering in one place at a specific time, communicating with each other, buying and selling, and these people often regard themselves as lonely souls and wild ghosts, so this kind of gathering is called "wild ghost collection".

Today is the day of the scattered cultivation around Sucheng to "catch up with the market".

Xiao Er had promised Hou Zhi that he could help him sell the "Three Transformations Creation Golden Pill", and then find a cultivation method for him that was temporarily suitable for him, so Xiao Er was not surprised to see Hou Zhi waiting for him.

"Coming?"

Hou Zhi nodded, after a week of initial cultivation, he seemed to have suddenly grown up to be a teenager, his breath was calm and introverted, there was an inexplicable condensation between his actions, and his temperament was very different from his appearance.

This kind of temperament is quite dissonant, this is because Hou Zhi's current cultivation of the Yunlu Palace Outer Gate Qi Cultivation Method is neither in line with his qualifications, nor in line with his mental nature, if he does not adjust it in time, there will be big trouble on the road of cultivation in the future.

In fact, many casual cultivators who have stumbled into the path of cultivation by mistake may not be able to find a Taoist canon that completely fits them in their lifetime, and can only cultivate whatever they encounter. And because of the limitations of their vision, they have no way to discern whether a Dao Fa can be cultivated freely, and even whether a Dao Fa is complete or not needs to be consulted by a master.

As a result, there are many monks who constantly change their practices and eventually go astray, or even go on the path of decapitation.

Xiao Er had told Hou Zhi about these things one by one, but Hou Zhi's heart was only firmer.

"You wait for me to pack up and leave later. ”

Xiao Er walked into the room, put down his school bag, took out a mustard seed talisman from the dark compartment and put it on his body, then put on a dark trench coat and walked out the door.

The mustard seed talisman was full of the talisman seals he was going to shoot at this wild ghost set. Even if you don't plan to break through the realm in the near future, for the Qingsheng Puja that gathers the world's cultivation heroes, you still have to make preparations, and the places where you need money are indispensable.

"That's right, here's for you. After Xiao Er went out, he took out a booklet and handed it to Hou Zhi.

Hou Zhi took a look, and on the cover of the booklet was written "Thirty-six Kinds of Daily Talisman Seals Detailed Explanation (Popular Version)", and then he flipped through it curiously, but found that he couldn't understand: "This is?"

Xiao Er explained: "This is a talisman textbook for beginners, it is said that it was compiled by today's Kunlun Zhangjiao Zhou Zhenren when he was playing the world in his early years, and he referred to many schools of Taoist talismans, and selected the most simple and easy-to-learn parts from them. The simplest styles can be found in the spiritual walking talismans, clothes purification talismans, water avoidance talismans, fire talismans, communication talismans, and so on that practitioners need in their daily lives. ”

"So good?"

Hou Zhi was very pleasantly surprised, he had a little mana in the space now, but he didn't have any means of luck, he always felt that he was not like those cultivators who came and went, this introduction to talisman was the most suitable for him now.

Xiao Er smiled: "When I was a child, I first learned talismans, and I used this book. At that time, I only thought it was simple and easy to understand, but later I saw and practiced more and more runes, and the complexity of various schools was like a sea of smoke, and I realized how difficult it was to cut out the complicated and simplify. This book will be given to you, see how talented you are in the talisman, if you are really talented, I can also pass on some talismans outside of my own line to you for a fee. ”

Hou Zhi put the booklet into the mustard seed talisman, and then bowed to Xiao Er with a serious expression: "Thank you, Xiao Er." ”

On the matter of Sanssouci Stone that day, Xiao Er did not owe him anything he promised him. In many things, it is the duty to help him, and it is the duty not to help.

Xiao Er accepted this gift calmly, even if it was a good fate in his heart, this kindness was still worthy of gratitude.

"Let's go, let's go to the market. ”

It's getting dark into the afternoon, and it's the hottest time.

Xiao Er took Hou Zhi out of the university town area, and after changing buses several times, just when Hou Zhi was sweating, they finally got off at a desolate stop sign in the western suburbs, Hou Zhi wiped his sweat and looked up: Houziping Station.

Looking around, it is far from the city, there is still a long distance from the Lushan mountain range, almost all around is an overgrown wasteland, there are only two abandoned houses in the style of urban and rural areas at the end of the last century, and even the road is a little potholed, and I don't know how to build the bus station here.

"Wild Ghost Collection...... Is it right here?"

Xiao Er shook his head: "Naturally not, this is just another transit station." ”

"Could it be that other lines pass by in this broken place?" Hou Zhi looked at the simple stop sign, "There is only one bus line we came from, you shouldn't be misremembering the stop." ”

"Where we're going, how can it be written on the stop sign?" Xiao Er said, "Just wait." ”

The sun gradually shifted, Hou Zhi looked around with a suspicious mood, and Xiao Er was calm and relaxed, without saying a word.

Not long after, a bus without a license plate stopped in front of the two of them under Hou Zhi's surprised eyes, and opened the door in a screeching noise.

"Don't talk too much when you go up. Xiao Er patted Hou Zhi on the shoulder, and the two walked on the bus together.

The car was quite empty, only eight or nine people were sitting in the car, Hou Zhi peeked in, but found that everyone's qi was unfathomable, and they were all cultivators whose realm was above him. Only then did he determine that this car was indeed driving to the place where the scattered cultivators gathered.

As if sensing his prying eyes, an old man sitting in the row glanced at him coldly, making Hou Zhi tremble.

"Hmph, when will the cats and dogs of the Observation Realm be able to go to this wild ghost gathering?" the old man snorted disdainfully.

Hearing what he said, the rest of the men and women in the car also looked over, but most of them just glanced at it, and then closed their eyes and stopped talking, only another middle-aged man with a hooked nose smiled gloomily and echoed: "It's not that if the inspiration is revived today, there are some little ghosts that pop up like weeds and ants every year, I really think that if you are lucky, you can be regarded as a cultivator, and I don't know whether I am alive or dead, I still want to go to a lively place." ”

Xiao Er glanced at them, did not speak, and most liked to insult others as cats, dogs, mole ants, and most of them were demon cultivators themselves.

Hou Zhi knew that the two of them were despising his cultivation, so he didn't say much, just silently followed Xiao Er.

The two of them were a little proud when they saw that they ignored them, but they were a little annoyed.

"Ticket!" There was a handsome young man in the driving position, he didn't look at Hou Zhi, just looked at Xiao Er.

Xiao Er took out two stacks of banknotes and handed them over, one stack of three thousand, which was about the market price of ten grams of gold.

The so-called ticket is, of course, a handling fee charged by the organizer to the participants. Finding a suitable venue, ensuring the safety of transactions, and applying for permission for practitioners to gather with the relevant authorities are all things that require effort and cost, and it is not too much to collect a small amount of money from the participants.

"Hmph, no wonder let the juniors of the Observation Realm go out to catch the market, it turns out that the elders are also poor ghosts. At this time, the old man saw Xiao Er taking out the money, and he said in a strange way.

"What Brother Tai said is very true, when I go to the wild ghost market, I can't even find gold, and even the entrance fee is in worldly banknotes, which is really a little family, and I don't know if this kind of hillbilly has never seen how dazzling that money is in his life. The hooked nose echoed the voice, and when he mentioned "some money", his expression was still full of aftertaste.

Xiao Er thought about it for a while, and realized that they were saying that they were paying the bills in secular currency, and it was better for them to use gold directly to grade up.

There is always something like a chain of contempt, just as people who make a difference about nothing are always endless.

Hou Zhi's brows furrowed, but Xiao Er was too lazy to speak, and took Hou Zhi to sit down in the back row, the hooked nose, who was obviously provoking, shut up in some disappointment, and the old man looked at Xiao Er and the two who ignored him completely, and narrowed his eyes slightly.

The people in the crowd who keep their mouths shut about national affairs are often just roadside drivers, and those who talk about "hundreds of millions of deals" are likely to earn no more than 5,000 a month - this principle is generally applicable up and down the mountain.

But anyone who has really seen the legendary "little money" character will not go to catch any wild ghost collection.

The car started slowly, Hou Zhi was holding his breath in his heart, and was about to sit down, but suddenly felt a force hit his legs, he was uncontrollable for a while, staggered forward, and fell to the ground with a thud.

But I saw that the old man turned around with a smile, facing the direction of his kneeling, and said very helpfully: "Oh, little ghost, I can't afford such a big gift, even if you are poor enough to kowtow to me, I don't have a New Year's money to reward you." ”

The surrounding crowd was attracted by this movement, and when they saw this situation, they knew that this was the old man's secret hand, and they all immediately showed a look of watching a good show.

"You!" Hou Zhi couldn't bear it anymore, and was about to rush forward when he stood up, but was gently pulled by Xiao Er.

"Sit down, I'll take care of this. ”

Xiao Er was thinking about things just now, and he didn't notice that Hou Zhi was plotted against him, and he was also annoyed at this time.

Smoking in a co-work setting is just no public morality, and others can take care of it, but if you have to spray second-hand smoke on the faces of others, it is to make trouble out of nothing.

Xiao Er stood up and slowly walked out of his seat, the old man also frowned and stood up, and said arrogantly: "What's the matter?

At this time, the hooked nose began again: "Fellow Daoist, you don't know, the poorer and incapable people are, the more they like to shirk their responsibilities, and they always feel that the whole world owes him." ”

When the rest of the people in the car saw this tense scene, they were even more interested, and they almost wrote the words "melon-eating masses" on their faces.

But at this time, the young driver frowned and said, "Two, I advise you not to make trouble in the car again." ”

When the old man heard this, he laughed and said, "Junior, don't hear it, don't make trouble." ”

Xiao Er had already walked to his side, smiled when he heard the words, and then said to the driver: "I won't make trouble, you can refund half of this old gentleman's ticket money." ”

The driver frowned: "What do you mean?"

"He doesn't take this bus anymore, and of course it's not in accordance with the rules for you to charge him. Xiao Er and the driver spoke, waving lightly and patting the old man on the shoulder.

The old man was furious, and he was about to make a move with all his mana.

However, as Xiao Er gently put his hand on his shoulder, his mana calmed down silently.

Then Xiao Er opened the car door and threw him out.

As the screams faded away, everyone gathered in unison, and the driver wanted to say something, but finally kept his mouth shut.

The old man counted the group that had cultivated to the depth of the transformation demon cultivation, and the Dao method he cultivated was also a fragment of the Dao Gate Fa that flowed out of the broken middle mountain gate, and he was quite famous in the scattered cultivation of Sucheng, but he didn't expect that he had no power to fight back in front of this young man.

The hooked nose looked up, but saw that Xiao Er had already come to him.

"This friend ......" Hooknose knew that he had kicked the iron plate, and hurriedly spoke up, wanting to justify.

"Who's friends with you?"

"This ...... Senior," he was able to bend and stretch, "that old man has eyes and doesn't know Taishan, and he offended your old man, but I'm just talking about it for a while, can you raise your noble hand?"

"There's nothing offensive or offensive," Xiao Er shook his head, "I just don't want to be in the same car with you, you see......"

The hooked nose was like being amnestied, and nodded again and again: "Understood, understood......"

After saying that, he got up and walked to the car door and jumped straight down.

Xiao Er closed the door and sat back in place, silent in the carriage.