Relying on the letter of recommendation from my master, I finally found a job as a food delivery in the ghost market of Xiling Cemetery. On the first night I went to work, I followed Ma Xiaodeng to familiarize myself with the situation, and the first takeaway I delivered was to an old ghost couple.

After collecting the money, we got on the bike and were about to leave, when we suddenly heard a voice next to us shouting, "Hey! What are you eating? So fragrant? ”

I turned my head to look, and it turned out that there was another ghost coming out of the tomb next door, and I was asking the old couple.

"You don't know what to eat! Every time we order takeout, you come over to smell it, and you can order one if you want to eat it! The hostess said disgustedly.

The ghost neighbor next door was a little old man, his shroud was tattered and shabby, and it was obvious that his descendants didn't usually come to burn paper money for him. He really got to the braised earthworm and stretched out his nose to smell it, looking at that expression, he really couldn't stand the temptation. He turned his head to Ma Xiaodeng and said, "Give me a copy of your menu!" ”

Ma Xiaodeng hurriedly said yes and handed him a copy. The shabby ghost held the menu and looked and looked and looked at it, and kept muttering, "You guys are too expensive!" It's too expensive! ”

Ma Xiaodeng waited a little impatiently, and said: "You always look at it slowly, and when you see it, you can directly click on it, and I will send it to you later!" ”

"That's it! Just order this! The shabby man cried out suddenly. He poked a small hole in the menu with his long, thin nails.

Ma Xiaodeng glanced at it and said, "Oh, fried noodles!" Hurry up, you've lost the menu! ”

When I heard Ma Xiaodeng say this, I couldn't help frowning, feeling that he was a little rude and impatient. I was about to ask the ghost if he wanted something else, but the runner had already dropped the talisman on the ground. When the hole in the rune paper touches the ground, it spontaneously combusts with a "bang"! It turned out to be really a piece of rune paper!

On the way back, I asked about Ma Xiaodeng, and he confirmed my idea. Xiling Cemetery is too big, more than 100,000 graves, although there is a ghost market in the back mountain, but some ghosts are always too lazy to walk over, so they want to order a takeout and send them directly to the grave. When there is a need in the market, there will be people who will find a way to meet it. The stall owners catered to their needs and sent them a special menu in advance, which was actually a special kind of rune paper, which could be used by ghosts and yin cultivators. Ghost customers can order whatever they want to eat on the menu, and poke a few holes when they order a few things. As soon as the menu is burned out, the incense burner on the stall shows that the order has been received, and then it will be delivered. This is really an ancient industry that has accepted advanced marketing concepts and kept pace with the times!

In this way, I followed Ma Xiaodeng to deliver a few takeaways in a row, and gradually figured out this set of procedures. This work is actually very simple, as long as you remember the approximate location of the cemetery, the efficiency will be faster. Ma Xiaodeng was also very envious of me, saying that you have an electric car, which is much faster than my broken bicycle. You must know that for every time a takeaway is delivered, there is a tip of two yuan for the errand runner, and Boss Lin remembers it, and it will be paid together with the salary at the end of the month. However, tonight, because I am just an apprenticeship, the tips will go to Ma Xiaodeng. Of course, I won't bother with him about the money.

After running together for most of the night, I got acquainted with Ma Xiaodeng, and chatted with him on the way to deliver food. Ma Xiaodeng has just turned 18 years old this year, one year younger than me, and his family lives nearby. He didn't want to go to school after finishing junior high school, and he didn't find any good job after wandering outside for two years, and finally asked someone to worship Boss Lin as his master, and he has been delivering food in this Xiling ghost market since last year.

"Why are you called Ma Xiaodeng? Your mother's surname is Deng? I asked, always thinking his name was funny.

Ma Xiaodeng shook his head and smiled, and said, "My 'stool' is not *** Deng, but a bench stool!" ”

"Horse stool?" I wondered, "Why did your parents give you such a name?" ”

Ma Xiaostool said: "This is not my real name, it is a nickname!" ”

"Nickname?"

"Hmm!" Ma Xiaostool explained: "Here, everyone is called by a nickname, and no one is called by a real name!" ”

I suddenly remembered that Hou Dapeng called Boss Lin Dalum, whether that was also a nickname, so I went to Ma Xiaostool for verification. Ma Xiaostool nodded and said, "The two of them were originally brothers. My master's nickname is Lin Da Chopsticks, the 'chopsticks' of chopsticks. Boss Hou is my uncle, nicknamed Hou Da Basin, the 'basin' of the basin. Pots, dishes, cups, chopsticks and spoons, Hou Da Basin is the elder brother, and my master is the sixth in line. ”

Oh! Lin Da chopsticks turned out to be chopsticks, so it makes sense, Boss Lin's body shape is indeed like chopsticks! However, I have always misremembered the name of Hou Dapeng, of course, it is very likely that Tang Laoguo was not clear at the beginning, so I heard it as "Hou Dapeng".

"So, you're Donald's apprentice? What do you mean by pots, plates, cups, chopsticks and spoons? "I feel more and more that the nickname of their sect is very distinctive, and there are actually a lot of exquisiteness.

Ma Xiaostool said: "It turns out that you also know my master!" My master is the head of our Yuanbao Sect, so it's okay if I tell you. Each generation of brothers in Yuanbaomen will have a ranking, and use it to take the name of the art, and we use this stage name as a nickname in the ghost market. For example, my father-in-law's generation was named after kitchen utensils: pot stove and shovel cover knife. My master is the first, and his surname is Tang, and his nickname is Tang Laoguo. The disciples of my master's generation are named after the tableware: pots, plates, cups, chopsticks and spoons, Hou Dapan, Han Dapan, Li Dapan, Zhang Da Cup, Xu Dawan, Lin Da Chopsticks, and Jin Da Spoon. My master is my master's youngest apprentice, but there is also a golden spoon uncle at the bottom of the line, and his master is Zhao Laodao. In my lifetime, it was named after furniture: tables, chairs, stools, shelves, cabinets, anvils, etc. There are still few disciples in my generation, but I'm the third in line! ”

I couldn't help but laugh when I heard such a long and strange name, what is this? The feeling is to see the objects in the restaurants and vendors, and take one casually, which is too lax!

"Kitchen utensils, tableware and furniture have all been used, so if you also accept apprentices in the future, how should you choose a name? I'm afraid it's not enough! I quipped to the horse stool.

"Who said that?" Ma Xiaostool didn't care, but replied very seriously, with a little pride: "In my later generation, you can choose names according to cooking methods: steaming, boiling, stir-frying, stewing, frying, stewing, stir-frying, frying, roasting, burning, smoking, scalding...... Oops, that's more! ”

I was speechless. Come to think of it, I've grown up in a restaurant since I was a child, and the things around me look like they come and go, but if you count them, it's really a lot! Mo said that he is only four generations, and there is no problem at all if he continues to rank, such as those vegetables, meat, fish, seafood, and fruits...... Mom, you can take the names of hundreds and eighty people without weight!

"It's so simple and crude." Ma Xiaostool said triumphantly, "Do you want to give you a nickname too?" So that you can make a name for yourself here in the future? ”

"Thanks! No more! I hurriedly refused, "You still call me Zhai Zisheng!" If you want to be troublesome, just call Zhai Xiaosheng, or Xiaosheng! ”

Ma Xiaostool laughed, and he didn't force me.

After a while, I asked him again, "So many people in the ghost market belong to your Yuanbaomen?" Are there any other sects? ”

"Oh, that's a lot!" Ma Xiaostool said, "For example, the group of people in the stall next door to us are called the Zhuxian faction!" ”

"Zhuxian Sect?" I was taken aback, "Is there still an Immortal Cultivator Sect here?" ”

"Haha!" Ma Xiaostool laughed, very satisfied with the shock effect of his words on me. "The first time I heard their name, I didn't know how powerful they were! In fact, they are specialized in selling pig heads, pig brains, pig offal, pig blood, pig trotters, pig ears, and pig intestines, and they even dare to give themselves such a name: Pig Fairy Pie! Hahahaha! ”

I was stunned for a moment, and then I finally understood which word "pig" it was, and I couldn't help laughing. Sure enough, the difference between one word is a thousand miles away!

"Then what is the nickname of their doorman? Is it also called a pig's head and a pig's brain? I teased.

"Not really." Ma Xiaostool laughed and said: "They all take pigs as their surnames, but their own surnames are their names." For example, the boss is called Zhu Lao Chen, and the big disciple is called Zhu Dafan! However, there are few of them, and they can be counted with a slap, so they are not afraid of being named against. ”

"In addition to the 'Pig Immortal Pie', what other faction?"

Ma Xiaostool laughed and said, "Our sect here is the most chaotic and messy!" Almost every line is a faction, there are more than twenty or thirty disciples, as few as ten or eight, and the other small sects of three or five people are even a bunch! Otherwise, why are there still quarrels in the office at the entrance of the cemetery? ”

"Is there a representative of each faction on the management committee? How do I remember that Brother Hou said that there were only a few people in there. I asked.

"Of course not!" Ma Xiaostool said, "There are only eight people in the committee, and they are all the heads of some major sects who can enter. However, our master has retired, so Uncle Hou will take his place. ”

"What's there to all that about? It's over when you do your own business! ”

"You don't know how deep the game is!" Ma Xiaostool shook his hand and said, "The eight major factions all have shares in the ghost market of this Xiling Cemetery, and the dark currency is printed by several of them together, and the renminbi exchanged after the market closes every night is also divided by them." However, if you think about it, they are in charge of management, and the people in their own door are also doing business in the ghost market, and they are both athletes and referees, and there is always an inevitable bias, so can there be no contradictions? So, every time they have a meeting, they quarrel because of business disputes in the ghost market, because of how many dark coins to print, how high the exchange rate is, and because when they are doing things outside, who robs whose business is noisy! In short, if you don't like it, you can quarrel with whom! ”

I couldn't help but shake my head. In the past, Master told me that the Yin Cultivation Sect was a mixture of dragons and snakes, divided and independent, but now I have finally truly seen it. Coupled with the difficulty of accepting apprentices, the bad reputation, and the suppression of the Taoist cultivation sect, I see that this Yin cultivation line is about to gradually decline!

Of course, that's all gossip, and it's not something that I need to worry about as a newcomer. My most urgent task at the moment is to do this job well and ensure that I have a stable income that can be used for living expenses and tuition fees in school.

When I returned to Boss Lin's stall to wait for the takeaway order, I had to observe it again. Aunt Hu and Lao Yang are obviously just ordinary people who come to work, and they shouldn't be the people of Yuanbaomen. And the status of Chef Lu Fatzi is transcendent, and it seems that even Boss Lin is polite to him. I went to ask Ma Xiaostool, he Daolu Fat Man is not a disciple in the door, but he is Hou Dapen's brother-in-law, even if he has a backer, his master has to let him score three points. Lu Fatzi's cooking skills are not bad, but his temper doesn't seem to be very good, and he ignores me.

The liveliness of the Xiling ghost market is not comparable to the Nanting ghost market, and it was busy all night, and at five o'clock in the morning, another bell rang, and the market finally closed.

But I can't leave yet, so I have to stay and help with the sanitation and clean up the garbage from the stalls. Because during the day, there will be people coming up from the grave mountain, so when the ghost market closes, it is necessary to clean up the ground. After the sanitation was completed, the high-end pavement in the warehouse was directly pulled down the roller shutter door, and the canopy and parasol in the parking lot outside were also collected, and it was immediately restored to an empty large cement slab. If it weren't for the fact that I was busy all night here last night, I really thought it was just a dream of Nanke.

It was six o'clock when I rode back to school. At this time, even if I went back to sleep in the dormitory, I couldn't get rid of the sleepiness, so I simply took advantage of the time when the yang energy was not in full bloom and the yin energy still existed, and ran to the corner of the playground to quickly run the second yin gong for another big week. Although the effect of cultivating in the early morning is not as good as that of cultivating in the early morning, it is better than nothing.

At present, my Yin Gong has just begun to practice to the second level, and the benefits to the body are gradually becoming apparent. One hour is equivalent to taking a three-hour nap, and although it is not enough to get a normal night's sleep, it can ensure that I will not fall asleep when I go to class for a while. I thought to myself: next time, as long as I practice for a big week before going to work in the ghost market, it should be about the same.

In addition, practicing Yin Gong has also helped me improve my physical fitness. I obviously feel stronger and stronger than before. It is estimated that even if it is against the east of the upper district at this time, I dare to guarantee that I will not lose to him if I pick and fight.

However, at the same time, I noticed that my body temperature seemed to be lower, which may be due to the frequent inhalation of yin qi, which is probably the only side effect. But I haven't found anything to worry about at the moment, but in the hottest part of summer, I feel a little cooler!