Just after the summer solstice, there is already heat in the mountains. A ray of sunlight pours into the lake, and with it, a moss-covered gravel.

Zhang Bozu was sitting in the shade of a tree by the lake, and while he was nibbling on dry food, he was bored and threw stones into the lake.

He remembered the farmer he had just met in the mountains, and the wrinkled old farmer was carrying a hoe and pointing to a trail and telling him that he would walk five miles along the mountain road, and then through this dense forest, he would see the way down the mountain.

Zhang Bozu didn't feel relieved.

He is a wandering man, and he has been excited recently, and plans to go to the place where all the masters in the capital gather to exchange medical Tao, so as to increase his knowledge and sublimate his medical skills.

It has been nearly a month since I came out of my hometown in Nanyang, and there are not many coils left on my body, and my shoes are also broken two pairs.

Before the sleepiness hit, Zhang Bozu resolutely stood up. He had to go down the mountain before dark, and he didn't have time to enjoy the mountains and rivers as he did before, so he needed to hurry up.

The trees in this dense forest have been around for a long time, and closing their eyes and picking out one is enough to cover the sky and the sun, and the craggy trunks and ravines are stacked, and the stumps and leaves under the feet are like soft cushions, which makes it extremely difficult for the tired Zhang Bozu to walk up.

"You'll see it through the jungle!"

The old peasant's words full of strong rural accents still echoed in his ears, but Zhang Bozu was very angry and trampled the dead branches under his feet. He had been wandering around the forest for more than an hour, and he could not see the so-called descent of the mountain when the sun was pressed under the treetops, and the light in the forest had become dim.

He was lost.

Although he was reluctant to admit this result, Zhang Bozu sighed, supported a slightly inclined dead wood with his hand, and forced himself to calm down while resting.

It seems that he is going to spend the night in this deep mountain and old forest. Fortunately, because he travels all year round, Zhang Bozu already has a lot of experience in eating and sleeping in the open. He needs to find a clearing before the sun sets, build a simple shelter, and then use the candle he carries with him to light a fire and survive the night.

Zhang Bozu was fortunate to find two old trees not far apart, with opposite branches but not high from the ground, he only needed to find some strong branches to fix between the two branches, and then get some fern leaves to pounce on, and the problem of the bed was completely solved.

"Go find the branches, and by the way, get some firewood!" Zhang Bozu took out a firewood knife and said to himself.

…

It's noisy!

In a hazy sleep, Zhang Bozu heard the constant noise around him, as if he was in a busy city. The loud shouts and discussions were endless, and there were even the cries of children.

After enduring the time of half a pillar of incense, Zhang Bozu turned over and sat up, and because he was in too much of a hurry, he almost lost his balance and fell off the shelf he built.

"This person is so funny, sleeping on someone's tarpaulin!"

Someone seemed to say something from below, and then laughter erupted all around.

Zhang Bozu looked at it, his eyes widened in fright, and he almost screamed.

He slept on a wooden shelf, apparently on the tarpaulin of the street vendor's shop, which was surrounded by a crowd of people who were pointing at him. And those two old trees have long since disappeared. No, it should be said, the entire jungle is gone.

Zhang Bozu was in a bustling bazaar, where people came and went, and the light of the lights and candles everywhere was like daylight. All kinds of shops shouted continuously, attracting crowds to stop and be amazed. There are also those who play acrobatics, shoot cases and tell stories, and there is also a shadow puppet stage, the building of the wind and the moon, it is really a city that never sleeps in heaven and on earth!

Zhang Bozu struggled to jump off the tarpaulin, passed through the crowd that was still laughing at him, stood on the side of the street with a blank face, and began to look at the night market in a daze.

He began to think about why he was in a busy city, then he thought that he was a langzhong, and he was going to study in the capital, and then he thought that it was summer, and finally he thought of the old farmer.

Zhang Bozu broke out in a cold sweat.

I was sleeping in the mountains and dense forests, how could I suddenly appear in the downtown area?

Could it be...

Having traveled all year round, Zhang Bozu naturally has seen a lot of things, and he has heard a lot of various anecdotes and legends. Legend has it that in the inaccessible and spiritually rich mountain wilderness, sometimes a mirage-like bustling market appears in the middle of the night. The people who trade in the bazaar are not people, but the spirits of the mountains or the wild ghosts of the rivers, and there is even no shortage of demon gods and demon kings who have Taoism.

This type of bazaar is called a ghost market.

Although it has a terrifying name, if ordinary people really encounter a ghost market, it is not necessarily a bad thing, and maybe it may still come to work from time to time. Because in the ghost market, you often encounter "people" selling some rare herbs, rare treasures.

It is rumored that a gambler met the ghost market and bought a deck of pai gow, and from then on the sewing bet will win, invincible, and finally rich on the side. However, at the age of forty-nine, he died suddenly. According to people close to him, the gambler revealed that the boss who sold this deck of pai gow had warned him that if he won 999 times through this deck, he would definitely lose the thousandth time, and it was not money that he lost, but his own life. Because the gambler is not buying pai gow, but a demon who helps him manipulate pai gow.

However, if you use it properly, you may be able to change your fate through the ghost market.

Thinking of this, Zhang Bozu couldn't help but tremble all over his body, and he couldn't tell whether it was because he was afraid or excited. Although it is indeed terrifying to encounter such a strange market in the barren mountains and mountains, it is not an ordinary adventure that can be easily encountered.

"Anyway, just go shopping, I don't necessarily have to buy anything." Zhang Bozu thought to himself.

So he calmed down, tidied up his clothes a little, and walked around the ghost market with the "flow of people". He walked around, looking around, after all, the people were loud, but he didn't feel very afraid.

After walking like this for a while, Zhang Bozu suddenly felt a little tired, and he saw that there was a pavilion in front of him for a rest, so he walked over.

As soon as he sat down, he heard a rather high-pitched voice shouting: "Selling dream pots~ Selling dream pots!" ”

Zhang Bozu couldn't help but follow the prestige, and saw that in the open space next to the pavilion, there was a vendor setting up a stall, which seemed to be selling some porcelain pots with strange shapes.

I saw that those porcelain pots were of different shapes and sizes, and the colors were also different. Some spouts are as big as rice buckets, but the potbelle is as thin as a candle; Some of the neck of the pot is as thin as the barrel of a pen, and the bottom of the pot is as wide as a wine jar.

Zhang Bozu couldn't help but be curious, he looked at these porcelain pots with his hands behind his back for a while, and then raised his head and asked the stall owner, "What are you selling?" ”

It's okay not to look up, but when he looks up, he almost collapses to the ground in fright. I saw that the stall owner turned out to be a blurry black shadow, and he couldn't see his face or his clothes!

"Guest, I'm selling a dream pot!" The shadow replied, in a rather leisurely tone.

"Dreams... What is the Dream Pot? What East... Stuff? Zhang Bozu lowered his head and didn't dare to look at it again, and stammered and asked, although he couldn't move even half a minute when he wanted to leave.

"It's a porcelain pot with dreams!" The dark shadow seemed to smile, "Do you want to buy one?" ”

"I... I buy... What do you do when you buy your dreams? Zhang Bozu shook his head stiffly.

"The dream is big, and the sun and the moon are long in the pot." The dark shadow said, "Something is not in the dream, do you say?" ”

"Everything?" Zhang Bozu was very surprised when he heard this, and couldn't help but look sideways at those strange pots.

The dark shadow smiled and nodded.

"Guest, do you want to buy one?"