Tangjiahe Town is located at the foot of Dabie Mountain, and its administrative office is Tangjiahe Village, which is close to the Tangjia River section of Bailu River, a branch of the Yellow River.

Compared with most towns in China, Tangjiahe Town can be called wealthy for three reasons:

First, it is located in the mountain pass from Dabie Mountain to Central Plains Province, which is the distribution center of mountain goods and medicinal materials, so the trade is developed.

Second, for the Central Plains Province to connect the nine provinces of the river city, provincial highways, national highways, highways and trains intersect between the county and Tangjiahe Town, forming a small transportation hub.

Third, Tangjiahe Town has little land since ancient times, and has a large population and developed commerce, which makes the local people mainly do business, and the pioneering spirit is very strong, and many people do a lot of business outside.

Not to mention, the earliest buildings in Tangjiahe Town can be traced back to nearly a thousand years ago, and the most unique is the huge ancient buildings built on the top of the hills, representing a once prosperous family.

It has also formed a unique culture of Shanyang as the yang house and Sanyin as the yin house in the local area.

According to statistics five years ago, as of 2000, the population of Tangjiahe Town reached 330,000, with a length of 8 kilometers from north to south and a width of 6 kilometers from east to west, with a permanent population of 140,000 and a floating population of more than 100,000.

At the intersection of about half a kilometer away from Tangjiahe Town, an ancient building complex covering an area of more than three acres is leisurely located on a hill more than 50 meters high, and a small stream meanders through, forming a large pattern of jade belt wrapped around the waist.

If you go a little further, this hill bag and a small lake called Yingyue Lake below, together with seven other ancient buildings, once again form a large pattern of seven stars holding the moon.

In addition, the incense enshrined in temples such as the Temple of Wealth and the Temple of Shangjun near the road on the west side is just the day star, the leyline is down, the middle is connected to the people, and the three talents of heaven, earth and man are complete.

However, it is very strange that this ancient building is inhabited by people in the south, and the ancestral tomb of the Yin Mansion in the north, and on the side of the mountain area due east, there is a worry-free grocery store, and the wooden signboard and the appearance of the building are at least hundreds of years old.

It was late at night, but the grocery store door was wide open, and there were two gas lamps hanging in the doorway, which looked very strange.

What's even more strange is that at this time, there are really guests coming to this place.

"Boss, please bring me a requiem incense!" The benevolent brother who floated in was a little illusory, wearing a simple cyan Confucian shirt, and looked like a middle-aged scribe.

In an academic sense, he belongs to a peculiar mixture of wave-particles, inanimate and outwardly manifested as a disembodied projection of light and shadow. Of course, the colloquial name is oni.

"Pay first!" After inheriting the memory of rebirth, Tang Jinglin was not surprised by this, and said with a formulaic mechanical smile. In fact, Tang Jinglin's heartbeat began to speed up significantly, showing his nervousness.

"Give!120 copper plates!" The visitor didn't care, and directly reached out and inserted it into his chest, took out a string of copper coins, and then grabbed out a handful of scattered copper coins, all of which were placed on the counter.

Tang Jinglin glanced at it and found that it was engraved with the four big characters of "Nether Ingot Treasure". He took out a crystal ruler and touched it on the copper coin, and in an instant a gray line appeared, extending to a scale of about 1 centimeter.

After inspecting more than a dozen nether ingots in a row, a gray scale of about one centimeter will be displayed on the crystal ruler, Tang Jinglin nodded and said, "Collect 120 genuine Yin coins from you, this is a plate of requiem incense, do you want it?"

"Ignite!" Seeing Tang Jinglin take out a plate of black mosquito coils, as well as a bronze coiled dragon incense burner, Brother Ghost Ren's eyes lit up, and he said with urging.

Seeing the eagerness of the guests, Tang Jinglin opened the bronze panlong incense burner, and then took out a box of peculiar matches.

"Whew!" A match struck, and a cluster of green flames burned on it, and Tang Jinglin put the end of the plate of black incense sticks on the green flame and roasted it. Seeing a wisp of purple smoke rising, he quickly put the incense stick into the bronze panlong incense burner and covered it.

"Please use it slowly!" Tang Jinglin smelled the aroma that lifted his spirits, and handed the bronze coiled dragon incense burner to the middle-aged scribe.

"Whew!" The middle-aged scribe didn't care to speak, took the incense burner, and aimed the outlet of the purple smoke from the dragon's head at his mouth, as if he was inhaling heavily, and the purple smoke turned into a dragon snake and sank into the mouth of the middle-aged scribe.

Just after dealing with this business, a goshawk with a divine horse fell from the sky, with a wingspan of more than five meters, and a height of about two meters when it stood up, and walked in directly with a swagger.

"A moonshine grass, a hundred-year-old ginseng, and a complete green wolf skin are all replaced with spirit beast pills. The goshawk placed the cloth pocket in his mouth on the counter and spoke. The voice was crisp, like that of a boy of seven or eight years old, which was unbelievable.

But the last guest turned out to be an old ghost, and now there is another youkai, which is not unusual.

Tang Jinglin opened the cloth pocket and first took out two black gloomy wood carved boxes, one box was a silver grass about three inches high, with seven leaves without flowers, exuding a faint silver light.

Inside the other box is a pale yellow old mountain ginseng, and the fine ginseng whiskers exude a strong medicinal fragrance.

Nodding, Tang Jinglin put away the two medicinal herbs, and took out a complete roll of green wolf skin again, the length of the tail was more than three meters, and the color of the fur was smooth and shiny, like satin.

Although it was a freshly peeled wolf skin and had not been nitrated, it did not smell of blood at all, but exuded a faint fragrance.

"A seven-leaf moonlight grass, a second-level elixir. 180-year-old mountain ginseng, first-class elixir. The first-class peak demon wolf skin is in good condition. I'll give you an estimate of the 4 second-grade spirit beast pills, what do you think?" Tang Jinglin quoted after appraising.

"Well, it's okay! take the Spirit Beast Pill!" it can be heard that the goshawk's tone is still quite satisfied, he often comes to this shop to exchange things, just because the price is fair.

The day before yesterday, I heard that the previous shopkeeper had passed away, and he was afraid that he would not be able to find such a thick miscellaneous shop in the future?

Unexpectedly, the successor continued to play on the tradition of this old store for more than 300 years, and the pricing was as fair as ever, so he was relieved.

After taking the Spirit Beast Pill, the goshawk left quickly, and then an old man in a yellow robe walked in, followed by a beautiful girl of thirteen or fourteen years old.

"Huh, where's Old Tang?" Seeing that there was only a fifteen or sixteen-year-old young man behind the counter, the old man in a Taoist robe frowned slightly, and then asked.

"If the senior asked Tang Lingqiu, it was my grandfather, who had passed away ten days ago! Birth, old age, sickness and death are human nature, not to mention that he died at the age of 109 when his grandfather in this world died, which is a well-deserved high life.

"Alas! Another old friend has passed away! On the way of cultivation, there is another Taoist friend! My name is Wang Chengdao, and there should be a record of mine in the customer records left by your grandfather!" Wang Chengdao sighed lightly and said in a low voice with a lonely face.

"It turned out to be Uncle Wang of the White Crane View of Qingyuan Mountain, my name is Tang Jinglin, the 368th generation disciple of the Miscellaneous Family!" Tang Jinglin saluted solemnly, although the Wang Chengdao in front of him was the same generation as his grandfather, but strictly speaking, in the ranking of the Miscellaneous Family, he was only one generation lower than his grandfather Tang Lingqiu, because his father Tang Hongyu was not a disciple of the Miscellaneous Family.

"Senior nephew Tang will arrange two guest rooms for me, and tomorrow I will go to your grandfather's grave to put a stick of incense! This is your junior sister Wang Xiaoxiao, who is also my granddaughter. Wang Chengdao commanded, and then pointed to the little girl behind him and introduced Tang Jinglin.