The old man smiled incomprehensibly and disappeared into the yin and yang path.

Walking into the ghost market, the dense fog seems to be gone, and the originally desolate street is full of people and lively.

On both sides of the road, there are many people setting up stalls, and the goods on the stalls are also strange.

Some of these things I know, and some of them I have never seen before.

However, these things have a unified characteristic, that is, old.

What is displayed here is all old goods, that is, old objects.

But unlike the second-hand market, the old things here are all old things, except for the electrical appliances.

From tables, chairs and benches to embroidery needles, you can buy them all here.

And the antique trade accounts for half of the sale here.

The first time I came to this kind of place, I was dazzled, and I really couldn't see which one was reliable and which one would fool people.

Liu Xiangjun and I wandered around like this, and unconsciously came to the end of the Yin and Yang Road.

At first glance, this "end" is quite interesting.

At the end of this ghost market, there is a wall blocking the middle of the Yin and Yang Road.

The big wall is very wide, blocking the road to death, so of course, when you get closer, you naturally have a feeling that you have reached the end.

Yin Yang Lu walked here, and he was already out of the city, and he didn't know what was on the other side of the wall.

Now that we have reached the end of the road, we have to turn around and go back.

This time and again, I also have a general understanding of the entire ghost market.

This ghost market is placed at the "end" of Yin Yang Road, which only occupies a few hundred meters of the road, and there are about one or two hundred merchants who set up stalls, and there seem to be hundreds of people visiting the ghost market.

Hundreds of people are sprinkled on this hundreds of meters of the road, there are not many people, but it looks like it is very lively.

And in the noisy voices, if you listen carefully, you can also hear some interesting cries.

In addition to selling antiques, there are also ghost hunting charms, ghost hunting utensils, and even ghost sellers!

In front of the ghost seller's stall, I only glanced at it, and I dared to conclude that this ghost seller may really be a bit of a doorway.

It was a man in his forties, dressed modestly, and at first glance he looked out of place with the people around him.

He sat on a small bench with a yellow cloth in front of him with some small bottles on it.

And there wasn't much on his stall, only the vials on display.

More than a dozen bottles, some large and some small. The bottles are all small porcelain bottles, and it looks like an antique.

On each bottle, there is a talisman cloth wrapped around it, like some old wine, tied to the mouth of the bottle.

And on those runes, there are twists and turns, although I can't see what they are, but from the experience of drawing the runes, I can see that those lines are not drawn randomly.

The reason why I conclude that this stall is not simple is not only the runes, but also the atmosphere here.

Cold!

So no customer wanted to stay in front of his stall a little longer.

I approached the stall and asked the boss, "Are you selling a real ghost?" ”

The middle-aged man looked up at me, then lowered his head again.

With this attitude, what can be sold?

But I'm curious, and I'm curious, and I'm trying to inquire about the art of collecting ghosts.

Although there are more charlatans in this kind of place, what if you meet a real master.

Seeing that he didn't speak, I asked again, "Boss, how do you sell this ghost?" ”

"One hundred thousand."

"So expensive?"

He stopped talking again, his head bowed, not knowing what he was thinking.

I said, "You don't look like you're in business." ”

Hearing me say this, the middle-aged man seemed to be a little interested, looked at me twice, and said, "Then you see, what do I look like?" ”

I said to myself, "I don't know what you're doing."

As soon as he thought that he could sell ghosts, then he must have the ability to catch ghosts.

In that case, he is a Taoist priest?

But looking at him, he doesn't look like a Taoist priest.

His laziness gives the impression that he doesn't take any of the world into account, as if nothing matters to him.

It reminds me of the master.

If in martial arts, I dare to venture to guess, this is a reclusive master. Because of what situation, if you are injured in a disaster, you need to recuperate......

And in the ghost market, I have a novel feeling, I feel like a scholar.

It's the kind of down-and-out scholar who goes to Beijing to take the exam and has no money to live in a hotel.

I said, "I think you're like a scholar." ”

This is also a casual remark, saying what I really think.

But after saying it, even I thought it was ridiculous, how could I think about this nonsense.

However, when I said this, his eyes became even more amazed.

He looked at me closely, looked twice, nodded, and said something that puzzled me.

"You've got Huigen." He said.

I asked, "Huigen, what's that?" ”

I've also heard of Huigen, and the general understanding is that a person is born with understanding. And what does this man mean when he says I have a wisdom root?

Is it because I said he was like a scholar?

The middle-aged man laughed, nodded and said, "You don't need to know what it is, anyway, seeing you today is also fate, I plan to give you a gift." ”

This made me stunned again.

As soon as you say two words, you want to give me something, what does that mean.

He pointed to the porcelain vases on the yellow cloth and said, "Among these bottles, each bottle contains a ghost, I can give one to you, you can choose." ”

Sending ghosts?

This surprised me even more.

However, since there is a free give, it will not be accepted for nothing.

I looked at the bottles, the big ones were the size of small vases, and the small ones were the size of liquid bottles.

I looked at it for a long time, picked out a milky white bottle, held the bottle in my hand, and a cold feeling passed into the palm of my hand.

This bottle is completely translucent, and the size and style are very similar to the mutton fat jade net bottle in Journey to the West.

I took the bottle and asked again, "Is it really for free?" ”

The middle-aged man nodded.

I said, "I really don't understand, why are you giving me something?" ”

He said: "Maybe it's fate. It is fate that we can meet here. And I'm sure we'll see each other again. ”

Fate is such a thing as a thing, people have to believe it.

He is willing to send it, and I have nothing bad to receive.

There is a good saying, if you have a cheap advantage, you don't take advantage of it, and forget about the eight ends!

I said, "Sir, you have also sent the things, just teach me how to use them." ”

The middle-aged man was unfathomable, and said with a mysterious smile: "It's very simple, there are only two spells, one is to release ghosts, and the other is to collect ghosts." As long as the bottle is in your hand, you can control the ghost inside and make him do what you want, and if he is disobedient, you can put him in the bottle. ”

After memorizing two spells, I was curious to know what the ghosts were like.

Moreover, I want to verify whether there is really a ghost here, and whether he is fooling people.

Seeing that I was about to recite a spell, the middle-aged man's face changed and he immediately stopped me.

"Not here!"

"Why not?" I asked.

The middle-aged man said, "No matter why, it won't work here!" If you want to try, go back and try it. ”

As he spoke, he actually pocketed the yellow cloth on the ground, carried the yellow cloth bag behind his back, turned around and left.

I was just about to stop him, but I saw that the middle-aged man's body faded little by little, and in less than two seconds, his whole person had disappeared......

(To be continued)