I originally thought that Zhao Dekai would at least feel guilty when he heard my master say this, but he didn't mean to be ashamed at all, and yelled at my master: "I just want to make your Soul Village ruined!" Your inheritance is not as good as Baiwu Mountain, your foundation is not as good as Baiwu Mountain, there are only 30 people, why do you run a ghost market? Our Baiwu Mountain is the authentic ghost market! The Soul Village is just a group of deceitful and famous! ”

I saw the expression on Master's face become very disgusted, and I heard him say to Zhao Dekai: "The foundation is not as good as Baiwu Mountain? The 2,000-year-old temple of our Soul Village has been built so far, what about your Baiwu Mountain, how much is left of the foundation that has been saved for thousands of years, I think you know better than me. Speaking of inheritance, more than 1,000 years ago, we were compared with Baiwu Mountain, and we can only say that the inheritance of the upright line is not as good as yours. But after so many years, we have been upright and absorbed the strengths of hundreds of schools, and various techniques have been studied and improved by generations of disciples, and they have become stronger from generation to generation. Look at your Baiwu Mountain again, more than a thousand years, I only know how to eat the old book, there is no development, not to mention, many inheritances have been broken, and now Baiwu Mountain, I dare to say that my inheritance is stronger than the right line, not self-deception? ”

At this time, Xia Shibo also spoke: "I think that back then, when the ghost market of Loess Slope collapsed, our ancestors proposed to jointly operate the Shunan ghost market with Baiwu Mountain, but you people in Baiwu Mountain did not look down on the Soul Village, so they categorically refused. You know that the decline of Baiwu Mountain was a natural disaster, not a man-made disaster, and it has nothing to do with our Soul Village. Over the years, you have always called yourself the authentic ghost market, but where is your ghost market? If you really have the heart, you will reopen a ghost market, and then we will definitely help you, but if you don't have this intention, forget it, why do you have to get along with the soul village, every time you go to the big market, we kindly invite you to come, but you always stir up the situation, I have never been able to understand, what are you Baiwu Mountain people doing this? ”

My master and uncle have said so much, if it were me, I would know that I was at a loss, and I would definitely not have the face to argue anymore.

But Zhao Dekai still looked indignant, glared at me Uncle Xia angrily, and still said in a gritted tone: "Xia Zongming, you are so hypocritical!" Kind to invite us, are you kind to come? You're a sarcasm! Don't you just want us to see how big the ghost market you run is and how many people there are? Don't you just want to prove that the Soul Village is stronger than our Baiwu Mountain? Don't think I don't know, for more than 2,000 years, you have been bent on trampling our Baiwu Mountain! ”

Zhao Shibo snorted coldly, and said disdainfully: "We don't need to think about this kind of thing at all, your Baiwu Mountain has long been trampled under the feet of the Soul Village." In the past, I still couldn't understand how the thousand-year-old foundation of Baiwu Mountain became what it is now? Now I understand that the reason why Baiwu Mountain is declining is because of people like you, who open and close their mouths, and what comes out is a stream of resentment. is full of complaining husbands and women, and Baiwu Mountain is not decaying, so there are really ghosts. In my opinion, such a Baiwu Mountain has no meaning to exist, so you can simply disperse, go back to your own home, and find your own mother. ”

My Uncle Zhao speaks like this, he and my Uncle Xia occasionally quarrel, every time they quarrel, every sentence pokes at my Uncle Xia's sore spot, and it hurts to poke it, leaving no room at all, every time my Uncle Xia and him quarrel, blood pressure will rise a lot.

I saw that Zhao Dekai's face became redder than before, the skin on his face was twitching constantly, he kept his mouth open, and after a long time, he used all his strength to yell at my uncle: "Zhao Zongxin, I'm not done with you!" ”

He roared as he stood up, and my master grabbed the rope on his body and half-dragged Zhao Dekai out of the hall.

I saw Master pulling Zhao Dekai towards a path not far away, and I was going to follow him, but Uncle Zhao stretched out his hand to stop me: "Don't go over." ”

I asked Uncle Zhao, "Where is my master taking him?" ”

Zhao Shibo pointed in the direction of the exit of the ghost market and said, "Drive him away, where else can he go?" ”

At this time, Liang Houzai also asked: "Just let him go?" ”

Uncle Zhao sighed helplessly and said, "What else can you do if you don't let him go?" Are you trying to drag him out on the streets, or what? Anyway, Baiwushan was also a famous faction in the past, and some things were not easy to do, so they had to save some face. ”

Liang Houzai thought for a while, and then said: "But Baiwu Mountain knows where the ghost market is, will they report us and let people come to suppress it, just like the Sui Dynasty." ”

Master Zhao smiled and said to Liang Houzai: "Silly boy, how do you think the ghost market has survived until now?" What age is it now, if it weren't for the protection of the state, this cave, including the wild mountain where Jisoulzhuang is located, would have been developed a long time ago. Including the annual expenses of the Soul Village, the state also has to subsidize a part. ”

Hearing what Uncle Zhao said, I was also surprised: "Is there such a thing?" Why haven't I heard my master mention it? ”

Uncle Zhao still smiled: "You have always been more free to keep the right line, unless something big happens, the boss will not look for you." Like me and you, Uncle Xia is miserable, when we were young, we were all family, 9 to 5 every day, we lived most of our lives. In fact, if you think about Youyi and your Senior Brother Zhuang, you will know, aren't the two of them also public families? ”

I know Senior Brother Feng, but as for my Senior Brother Zhuang, I never knew what profession he was engaged in, so I asked Senior Uncle Zhao: "What does my Senior Brother Zhuang do?" ”

Uncle Zhao said to me very mysteriously: "He, he works in a special agency, as for what he does, this must be kept secret, I can't say, right, Senior Brother Xia?" ”

Seeing that my Uncle Xia first nodded, and then said to me: "When you are older, you will naturally tell you." ”

Regarding the unit where Senior Brother Zhuang is located, it does have its peculiarities. Senior Brother Zhuang is actually in the military, and like most soldiers in the army, Senior Brother Zhuang needs to strictly abide by organizational secrets for life, and I was later regarded as his downline, precisely because of this, I can't say which institution Senior Brother Zhuang is working in, I can't say it now, and I won't say it in the future.

Speaking of which, I suddenly remembered a news I had read some time ago, saying that there were so many people who stole state secrets and sold them abroad, to be honest, when I saw this kind of news, I only had one feeling in my heart, and that was disgust. People like me, Senior Brother Zhuang, spent their whole lives and lives guarding this land that gave birth to us, and in the end, it was their own people who grew up on the same soil who stabbed them in the back.

A person may have such and such complaints about his life and situation, but no matter what the reason, he cannot betray their homeland. It's not about sentiment, it's about conscience.

As soon as I talk about this, I can't help but say a few more words.

I have been to Tibet and met the border guards at the foot of the National Snow Mountain, some of whom are no more than 10 years old, guarding the land and the families and children of more than a billion Chinese people in that extremely harsh environment. I sometimes can't imagine what this country would be like if it weren't for these people, without people like my senior brother Zhuang.

But in the warmest and most resource-rich place in the motherland, there is such a small group of people stabbing them in the back, I really want to ask, where is the conscience of these people? Are those banknotes with foreigners' faces so important to them?

I can understand that people have to live, but a group of people who even have a way to get their hands on state secrets can't even earn living expenses? Finally, I have to ask again, where is the conscience of these people?

I know that no one will answer this question, but in everyone's heart, there is an answer.

Okay, let's get down to business, after eleven o'clock that night, all the shops and customers had left, and the ghost market had become that incomparably quiet cave again, until after most of the people had returned to the town gate, my master also came back in a hurry.

As soon as he stepped into the hall with his front feet, he shouted, "Have you come back from school?" ”

My Senior Brother Zhuang hurriedly came out of the crowd and hugged my master: "Uncle is looking for me? ”

As soon as my master saw Senior Brother Zhuang, the foot that entered the hall withdrew from the threshold again, and said, "Hurry up, you can drive me to Dali, there is something urgent." ”

Senior Brother Zhuang glanced at my Uncle Xia, and my Uncle Xia waved at him: "Go." ”

Looking at the appearance of my senior brother Zhuang, it seems that he has long wanted to leave the town gate hall, as soon as Uncle Xia's words fell, he followed my master's footwork out of the hall, and Liang Houzai and I also hurriedly followed.

I didn't expect Senior Brother Feng to come over, so I heard Uncle Zhao shouting in the hall: "Youyi, why are you going?" ”

Senior Brother Feng replied without looking back: "It's too late, Senior Brother Zhuang and I take turns driving." ”

I didn't look back at what my Uncle Zhao's expression was at that time, anyway, after Senior Brother Feng said this, I, Senior Uncle Zhao, didn't stop me anymore, and let Senior Brother Feng go with us.

When we leave the ghost market, we still have to take the secret path we have walked before, and the master is the first to walk in front, and he seems to be more familiar with the mechanisms on this road than Senior Brother Zhuang and Senior Brother Feng.

When I passed by the cat's eye glass in the secret passage, I also glanced outside, and now the former market has been emptied, leaving only two or three earthen houses, standing there alone.

I really can't imagine how so many people in the ghost city could be evacuated in an hour, even if the gate of the ghost market can accommodate so many people to pass through at the same time, but the suspension bridge on the dry river doesn't seem to be able to bear the weight of so many people.

My master was bent on seeing my uncle as soon as possible, and he didn't explain much to me, and when I asked him, he just said, "When you take over my stall, many things will naturally be figured out." ”