Cangzhou, the spiritual world, is an ancient city that has been precipitated for thousands of years, and the main body of the city wall is dark black, giving people the feeling that it is a silent ancient beast, hiding many unknown mysteries and dangers.

The sight of the city wall is whining, and the first thing that catches your eye is the bustling shops, the street vendors shouting and shouting, and the pedestrians and traffic.

In fact, in addition to the orthodox people, horses, and carts shuttling around the city, there are also many monsters and spirits of different appearances, and even ghosts and ghosts with pale faces and yin energy, as well as zombie creatures with exposed teeth and fingernails but stiff bodies. Despite the complexity of the races, they all reveal their common temperament - the local ethnic atmosphere of China.

The large collection of humans, goblins, ghosts, zombies and other creatures shows the complexity of the spiritual world, which is not only the Chinese spiritual world, but also the eighteenth layer of hell in the ancient Chinese country, or the Chinese demon world, where multiple races live side by side.

Murong Jiu, Zhu Bajie, and the Golden-winged Bird walked through the market, their three pairs of eyes glancing around, and in the distance there was a female ghost with a parasol on her head, who stretched out her two-foot-long tongue to play with human children, and a group of zombies wrapped in black cannons swaggered through the market under the control of the corpse chaser...... All these things made a person, a demon, and a bird who had just entered the spiritual world feel amazed.

The spirit realm is the world of living souls, and it is also the world of dead souls, all spirits gather, yin and yang coexist, Murong Jiu looked up at the warm but not scorching spirit sun, and a special emotion was born in his heart, just waiting to be felt.

"Boy. Look at the sky with a pair of eyes, you look at the monkey?"

When he first entered the spiritual realm and saw the surprise of multi-ethnic coexistence, Murong Jiu's mind inadvertently jumped out of a few sour words, just waiting to open his mouth to spit out...... However, the discordant voice that suddenly sounded in his ears immediately disturbed his interest in reciting poetry, and this voice was so unpleasant that it was very similar to the eunuchs and father-in-law in the court who shouted hoarsely, and the words he uttered were also quite unpleasant, and he looked at the monkey in the sky. Is there such a handsome sky-looking monkey?

Murong Jiu's heart shone. Cut, Brother Jiu, I'm a monkey looking at the sky, and I care about you?

"Boy, you stepped on my Xiaoqiang, what's wrong. Eyes look at the sky. Are you trying to settle the bill?" the figure shook. A figure approached Murong Jiu, and a pair of shining eyes stared straight at him, hum. Stepping on my Xiaoqiang, I'll give you an end!

“......”

What do you mean by this, Brother Jiu, does this face of mine look like a lai's account Murong Jiu finally took his gaze off the warm sun. But when he saw the face in front of him a foot away, he was suddenly startled, as if he had been stepped on his tail, he whined and jumped backwards and went a foot away, the face in front of him was too ugly, not to mention the big nose and small eyes, and he had a full face of pockmarks, and the pockmarked face was nothing, but in the middle of his pile of pockmarks, there was a black mole surrounded by stars, and there was still a hair shaking on the black mole.

Murong Jiu stared at this face dumbfounded, ugly, too ugly, it is really the world of the world, there is no ugliest, only uglier, but this face is ugly, but it is still a human face.

"Xiaoqiang...... You suffered, it's all because the sky-looking monkey didn't have long eyes, I'll avenge you......" This ugly face picked up a cockroach that had been stepped on by Murong Jiu from the ground, he rushed to Murong Jiu in pain, pointed to his cheek, and shouted: "Wangtian monkey! you stepped on my house...... Oops! Yin Tang is dark, boy, you are dead!"

This ugly face should have pointed at Murong Jiu's nose and scolded the street, but the fierce words spit out half of it, and he suddenly turned pale, and changed the scolding of the street to a curse, and his appearance was serious, as if something was wrong.

“......”

Murong Jiu's eyebrows were raised, and only then did he see the form of this ugly face clearly, he was an old man with a sixtieth armor, his clothes were in tatters, and he held a cloth in his left hand, which read "Divination of the heavens and the earth, and the measurement of gods and ghosts is boundless";

With such an ugly face, Murong Jiu already knew that he was a fortune teller.

"Boy, you are unlucky, Yintang is bleak, it seems that bad luck is coming, disaster is coming, you will have the worry of blood and life. ”

The fortune teller felt that the business was coming, he threw away the cockroach in his hand, held the cloth in his hand, shook his head and surrounded Murong Jiu, he opened his mouth and spit out a frightening sentence of heavenly opportunity, which was nothing more than wanting to see Murong Jiu frightened and changed, and the fortune teller who "wanted to know the fate of others" then sat on the ground with his fingers pinched, and the lion opened his mouth to obtain a large amount of silver coins that "leaked the heavenly secret".

“......”

Murong Jiu blinked a pair of eyes, he didn't doubt some arithmetic techniques in the Huaxia World Realm, but he really didn't trust the sloppy fortune teller in front of him. Looking at his deeds and listening to his words, Murong Jiu always felt that he was a ronin who lacked professional ethics, cheated and cheated, and petty theft.

"What's the matter, boy, are you questioning my calculation skills? Lonely boy, have you ever heard of God counting people, and innate arithmetic?" Seeing that Murong Jiu did not have the expected hardship, the fortune teller's little eyes widened, and the hair on the black mole in the middle of the pockmarked face shook irregularly twice, and he didn't take the bait, good boy, see if I don't report my name and shock you kid!

“......”

God counts people?Innate arithmetic?Murong Jiu's eyes were indeed round, is there such a person in the world, why is it so familiar?

"That's right, boy, as you think in your heart, God is contemptible even if he counts people. Seeing the change in Murong Jiu's expression, the fortune teller was overjoyed, hehe, the fish began to bite the hook...... In order to fool Murong Jiu into taking the bait, he immediately boasted and said: "Boy, I won't tell you, the city lord sincerely asked me to teach me innate arithmetic three years ago, if it weren't for my guidance, I'm afraid that the city lord would have been cut off two years ago, how can he have today's scenery...... Half a year ago, the city lord's concubine was infected with the disease of flowers and willows, and I also gave it to ......"

The fortune teller spares no effort to talk about it, like a torrent of floodwater, which is difficult to control, no. His mouth burst out excitedly, and he spit out the flower willow disease of the city lord's concubine, and when he woke up, it would be too late.

...... "The city lord's concubine?" Murong Jiu's pupils contracted, what is this, you have a fortune teller who knows a lot!"

"Ahem, ahem...... This, boy, are you from the West?" under Murong Jiu's strange gaze. The fortune teller coughed in embarrassment. He was dressed solemnly, his eyes sparkling on the ground, and he said abruptly.

"......" Murong Jiu's heart was shocked, but his complexion did not change. For the fortune teller in front of him, he revealed his origin. He waited and saw what happened. Respond to change with the same.

The fortune teller glanced at Zhu Bajie, the golden-winged bird, and Murong Jiu's white hair on the side, and he shook his head. Said: "Boy, your Yin Hall is indeed bleak, there is a disaster of blood and light, if you can trust me, how about I give you a divination, huh...... Half of the money. ”

......Murong Jiu rolled his eyes, I damn it, if your half-folded silver is half of Cangzhou City, I can't make it up for you if you sell Brother Jiu...... For this fortune teller, Murong Jiu didn't feel too annoyed, on the contrary, he faintly felt some stinking feelings.

"Hey, fortune teller, come with me, my wife is going to give birth, give me a delivery, and I will be thanked afterwards." Suddenly, a male zombie jumped up from a distance, and he was about to jump away with the fortune teller, and his eagerness was overflowing.

......The muscles at the corners of Murong Jiu's mouth twitched hard, and he looked at the pockmarked face set off by tattered clothes, the strange ugly face with a big nose and small eyes, he wanted to give a thumbs up and say to the fortune teller from the bottom of his heart, "Delivery?"

"This ...... Little zombie brother, the contemptible god counts people, practices divination, and calculates the good fortune and evil of heaven and earth, this midwifery technique can't be done. Feeling the strangeness of Murong Jiu's gaze again, the fortune teller couldn't help but blush, he broke free from the pull of the zombie, shook the cloth in his hand, and said seriously.

"How can the fortune teller be so modest, the young lady of the Qin Yuanwai family next door to me, you delivered her childbirth, as well as Mrs. Niu from the jewelry store, and Mrs. Qian from the silk village...... Mr. don't be modest, afterwards I will give ten pairs of Hetian white jade, as well as two white gold ...... "The lady of the family is waiting to give birth, and the zombie is inevitably anxious, he is in a hurry, and the stiff mouth is suddenly purring, and the deeds of the fortune teller are really rolling out."

"......" Murong Jiu was completely convinced, this strange-looking fortune teller, his methods were very extraordinary.

Listening to the zombie bamboo tube pouring beans and quickly recounting those deeds, the fortune teller's old face became more and more red, he had no mystery and deception, how could he hook Murong Jiu? But when he heard the zombie's promise of reward, his pair of small eyes could not suppress the sparkle.

"Okay, saving people is like fighting fire, let's go quickly......" The fortune teller grabbed the little monkey with one hand and the zombie with the other, like a dusty fighter car, slipped into the crowd, and the agile speed was jaw-dropping.

"......" Murong Jiu's eyes widened, fortune teller, I obeyed you.

Murong Jiu, Zhu Bajie, and the golden-winged bird, they looked at each other, enjoying themselves, they didn't care about the words of this fortune teller who could deliver the baby, I cut, an old liar who abducted and deceived the big girl and the little daughter-in-law, knows how to do innate arithmetic, give zombie birth to you.

A person, a demon, and a bird continue to wander in the downtown area, feeling the peculiar scene of mixing different races.

Suddenly, looking at the little daughter-in-law's Zhu Bajie from all directions, an excited look appeared on his face, because in front of him, there was an aura that was extremely familiar to him. couldn't help but say, his expression was so excited that he suddenly turned into a homing milk swallow and burrowed into the crowd in front of him, and even Murong Jiu and the golden-winged bird on his side forgot to say hello.

"Brother Monkey ......"

Brother Monkey? Murong Jiu's heart suddenly pounded, Zhu Bajie's Monkey Brother is undoubtedly the famous Monkey King - Sun Wukong.

Sun Wukong, a peerless powerhouse who stands up to the sky and the earth, he wields the three mountains and five mountains, steps on the netherworld, and competes with the sky; he points to the direction, the world dare not disobey, and interprets endless legends between heaven and earth; he is also a demon, a demon, a god, and a Buddha, and the tight hood still does not change his true character of the old grandson who wins the sky.

Murong Jiu was born in later China, and the image of the Monkey King in "Journey to the West" left an indelible impression on him. In the Chinese world, Sun Wukong has long become a legend of the consensus of the world, and let the mythological classics bloom everywhere, he stands out, and after years of vicissitudes, he is still undefeated.

When he first met Zhu Bajie, Murong Jiu had enthusiastically fantasized that he might meet Sun Wukong in the Huaxia world, and at this moment, in the crowd of people in front of him, the fantasy was about to become a reality, and his heart was filled with the joy of the surging admiration of the river. However, he found that his heart was pounding and he could not move for a while, as if he had lifted the veil of the crowd in front of him and made his dream come true, which made him feel difficult to walk in a trance.

It's a pity that Murong Jiu lost the opportunity, and in the crowd in front of him, two figures swept through the void, indicating that Sun Wukong took Zhu Bajie and left with his head, and Murong Jiu and Sun Wukong had no chance to meet.

"Alas......"

In the flow of people going back and forth, this sigh contained Murong Jiu's unspeakable helplessness and pity, and he had no regrets about passing by idols. However, the sky is still clear, and life goes on. (To be continued......)