Today is the day of the ghost market, and I asked Han Jie for leave to help Master set up a stall. Alas, I'm so controlled by her now, I even have to report to her where I want to go!

However, Han Jie still left me some private space. Especially when it comes to the "mystical affairs" (as she calls them) that my master and I are engaged in, she never asks. As long as I promise not to fall behind in my schoolwork.

Master couldn't go to the ghost market today, so he greeted me early and asked me to set up my own stall. Because there was a sudden funeral in a family, and the master was in a hurry to invite him, Master was going to be busy all night. I'm not as motivated to do business in the ghost market as I used to be, and it doesn't cost much to go out on a date with Han Jie anyway, and my prodigal son has returned to his studies, and I'm looking forward to maybe one day I can squeeze into the last train to college.

I've hastily prepared some ingredients, and I don't plan to sell them overnight, after all, there is still a class tomorrow morning. When I arrived at the ghost market, I was able to deal with a few regular customers, and the things were almost sold. It's rare for me to have free tonight, so I sat down and chatted with Lao Zhang and Uncle Fang. The poor ghost was a ghost, and he was very good at observing words and feelings, and he knew that I was going to close the stall early tonight, so he came to my stall in advance. I simply called him over and gave him a few skewers so he could chat with us.

"Hey, Lao Zhang!" Fang Bo didn't have anything to say, he deliberately looked Lao Zhang's "hip-hop suit" up and down, and teased: "You are really dressed in a foreign style!" ”

Lao Zhang asked: "What's wrong, Uncle Fang, do you think it's good-looking or not?" ”

"Then I must think it doesn't look good! Weird! Fang Bo shook his head and said, "Look at your pants are so fat, your crotch has fallen to your knees!" And your jacket, red and green, is not serious at all. What I can't stand the most is your hat, don't say it's good-looking, why do you deliberately wear it crookedly? It's not like you're out of money! Why don't you change into a decent outfit? ”

"Oh, Uncle Fang, you're too old-fashioned!" Lao Zhang was dismissive of Fang Bo's comments and said, "Why doesn't this suit look good?" This is the most fashionable dress in Nanyang, and you have to keep pace with the times! ”

Fang Bo still shook his head and said, "I've been dead for almost a hundred years, what else do you want to be fashionable?" ”

"Lao Zhang, what you say now is good!" Lao Zeng suddenly said sourly on the side, "You are rich, you don't have to be poor, but you can forget about the old buddies......"

"Hey, Lao Zeng, you have to make it clear!" Lao Zhang scolded back directly, "When I was mixed with you, I didn't take care of you, right?" I don't owe you anything, it's you who are lazy and poor! You go to see the old grandson, there was nothing when you first came, right? But people have suffered hardship, and now every day is on the earth, isn't life also very moist? ”

The poor ghost Lao Zeng was still a little unconvinced, but he couldn't refute it, so he just snorted and sneered there.

I listened to Lao Zhang's words, and my heart moved. I thought to myself, since I just talked about this topic, why don't I ask them about Yin Yuan?

"Hey, Lao Zhang, what do you mean by 'going to the ground' just now?"

Lao Zhang was stunned, he didn't think I would ask this question. He looked at Uncle Fang, and then at Lao Zeng, looking like he was spitting out. Uncle Fang shook his head at him, but Lao Zeng fell into the ground: "Lao Zhang, Xiaosheng asked you!" ”

Lao Zhang smiled bitterly at me: "Xiaosheng, I don't want to talk about this!" Why don't you ask your master? ”

I was noncommittal to Lao Zhang's question, and continued to set him: "My master said that there is a yin vein under the ground of this ghost city, do you mean going down to the yin vein?" ”

Lao Zhang really lowered his guard and said, "Oh, it turns out that your master finally told you about the Yin Vein, so it doesn't hurt if I say it!" That's right, that's what it means! ”

"Then did the old grandson go to the ground to find Yin Yuan? How did you find it? I asked.

"Hey!" Lao Zhang waved his hand and said, "Yin Yuan is not found, it is condensed by our hard work!" ”

"Condensation? How is it condensed? ”

Lao Zhang explained: "Yin Yuan is actually formed by condensing and condensing Yin Qi and then gathering it. The yin qi in the yin veins is very thick, and the further down it goes, the heavier it becomes, almost like water! After we go down, we have to rely on our own ghost qi to inhale the yin qi into our body and condense it into a bead-sized grain, which is the yin yuan! ”

"Isn't that hard?"

"It's hard!" Fang Bo was not willing to be lonely on the side, and interjected, "It will be very difficult for us to just drill into the yin veins, not to mention that we will be squeezed and washed by the yin qi inside after we go down, and even the soul will be crushed, then the soul will really be scattered!" ”

I wondered, "Isn't yin qi beneficial to you ghosts?" Why is it still so dangerous? ”

"Oh, it's not good if there is too much yin qi!" Fang Bo shook his head and said, "This is the same as a person drilling to the bottom of the sea." The shallow water is fine, but the deeper the water, the greater the pressure, and people will not be able to stand it if they dive into deep water! ”

"Condensing the Yin Yuan also costs us a lot of ghost energy." Lao Zhang continued: "When I used to go to the ground, I would be tired and tired for a day, and at most I could condense a yin element. And it can't go down every day, if the ghost qi is exhausted, it will be gone! ”

"Then why can Lao Sun be in the yin vein every day, isn't he afraid of 'death'?"

At this time, the poor ghost Lao Zeng sneered again, and said, "He is the one who wants money and doesn't want to die!" Lao Zhang and Fang Bo didn't refute Lao Zeng's words, and it seemed that they also acquiesced to Lao Zeng's point of view.

After thinking about it for a while, I still asked a more sensitive question: "Do you know how to absorb yin qi to cultivate?" Do we have any ghosts in this mass grave? ”

At this time, Lao Zhang, Fang Bo and Lao Zeng were all shocked!

"Shh Uncle Fang said to me with a frightened look: "Xiao Sheng, don't talk nonsense about you like this!" It's going to kill the ghost! ”

"Why?"

"Oh, don't ask any more! This kind of topic is taboo! If someone else knows about it, we're all going to be out of luck! ”

"Alas, don't talk about it, don't talk about it, don't talk about ghosts! Don't talk about ghosts! Lao Zhang hurriedly beckoned Uncle Fang to get up and leave, and he didn't even want to look for money when he checked out. Lao Zeng didn't dare to stay long, made a grimace at me, and disappeared in a blink of an eye.

I looked at the three of them in a panic, and thought to myself, but muttered: Is it that serious? Wouldn't you just ask a question, as for the fear of becoming like this?

I saw that the customers were all gone and the time was almost up, so I started to close the stall in advance. Halfway through it, I saw a ghost dodging behind the grave, as if looking over to me. I looked at it and recognized it as Lao Sun.

In the ghost market last time, because my grandson didn't hold it steady when he counted the money, he scattered the dark coins and yin yuan on me, which made the master very nervous and intimidated the old grandson. I don't know if he came to explain to Master today, or is he reluctant to let go of the Yin Yuan he dropped?

I just listened to Lao Zhang and Uncle Fang's words, and I knew that this Yin Yuan was not easy to come by, so I waved to Lao Sun and asked him to come over and talk. Lao Sun hesitated for a while before he walked over with a twist.

"My master is not here today, do you want to find him, or do you want to find me?" I asked.

Lao Sun said embarrassedly: "Your master is very capable, I am very afraid!" I didn't dare to come here when he wasn't there. ”

"Are you looking for me?"

Lao Sun nodded and said, "Last time I was clumsy and almost revealed your identity, so I specially wanted to apologize to you today, I hope you have a lot of adults, don't worry about my stupid ghost." ”

"Hey!" I waved my hand and said, "It's not that serious, my shelf is not that big, it's you who think too much." ”

"Don't you dare to say that," Lao Sun still looked sincerely afraid, "You are all cultivators, tyrannical to us ghosts. We must be very afraid of offending you! ”

I saw that the more he talked, the more outrageous it became, and I didn't want to discuss it with him anymore. I said, "I took the Yin Yuan you left last time." I still can't pay it back, so let's just think I bought it from you. I'll convert it into paper money for you at the old man's exchange rate, but this kind of thing is only once, and I won't take it as an example! ”

Lao Sun waved his hand again and again, saying that he didn't dare to accept my money. I was annoyed, so I pretended to be angry and insisted that he take the paper money. Lao Sun reluctantly accepted it, and promised that he would often come to my stall in the future.

When Lao Sun bent down to get the paper money, I saw that his figure seemed to be in a trance. It turned out that when he first came to the ghost market, the ghost aura on his body was hazy gray. When I saw him a few days ago, the ghost aura had faded, and now it is almost transparent. I remembered what Lao Zhang said, so I kindly advised him to pay attention to rest. Lao Sun casually answered and left, and I don't know if he listened or not.

I cleaned up the stall and pushed the cart to the exit. As I passed by a locust forest, I heard someone (or ghost) crying as if it was miserable. Curious, I dropped out of the car and looked over there. I saw that five ghosts were tied to a big tree, shoulder to shoulder, just around the trunk of the tree. Lao Xing shook a long leather whip in his hand, threw it at the five ghosts, and whipped it three times in a row.

"Crackle! Crackling! Crackling! ”

"Oops!"

"It hurts! It hurts! ”

"Stop fighting! Stop it! We know we were wrong! Don't dare in the future! ”

Lao Xing Weng's voice was angry, ignoring their pleas for mercy, and then he whipped them three times in a row. The five ghosts didn't stop snorting, and they were whipped again.

I saw that there were also a few ghosts and a few people watching the excitement next to me, so I caught the nearest Aunt Lin and asked, "What is Lao Xing doing?" ”

Aunt Lin said disdainfully: "These five ghosts deserve to be smoked!" I didn't do anything good on weekdays, I did all the bad things that I was kidnapped, and I went to blackmail other people's theater troupes just now. As a result, they were sued by Lao Xing, and Lao Xing tied them up and smoked them! ”

I couldn't help but shake my head when I heard it, it seems that ghosts and people are the same, there are hard-working and lazy guys.