CHAPTER XXVI

"Haven't you given this kid a dantian yet? Do you want to take a deposit from us? Zhang Chongli was slightly stunned.

"It's not a deposit, it's the medical expenses that just helped him treat his injuries."

Zhang Chongli slapped his forehead: "Big brother, just the friendship between the two of us, you also have to collect money for this little thing?" ”

Although it is said that Qin Shouyi made Li Yu recover in a short time, this method is placed in any hospital, let alone 3,000 yuan, even if it is 30,000 yuan, it is a noble medical virtue.

However, what Zhang Chongli cares about is not the problem of money, but the relationship between the two of them, this kid dares to ask himself for money, which is too excessive.

Qin Shouyi smiled bitterly and said, "Venerable, you can't come back empty-handed to see a doctor, this is the rule of our medical Tao,"

"Damn, if you don't say it, I'll really forget." Zhang Chongli patted his head and began to touch the money in his trouser pocket.

For those who practice medicine, the more patients they come into contact with, the heavier the cause and effect of their own entanglement, and what doctors are most afraid of is that they will have causal entanglements with patients, which will lead to unnecessary misfortune and trouble.

Therefore, there has always been an iron rule in Dahua Medicine, even if you encounter a difficult patient, no matter how compassionate you are, as long as you treat the disease, you must be rewarded.

It doesn't matter how much the remuneration is, the purpose of this is to clear the doctor and the patient, you paid me, I helped you treat the disease, we don't owe each other, cause and effect will not be entangled.

However, Zhang Chongli agreed simply, but after touching the trouser pocket for almost a minute, his thighs were about to be worn out, but he didn't take out even a steel hammer.

"That...... Xiao Qin, I have encountered something recently, the money seems to be a bit large, why don't you wait for the 3,000 yuan to be given later, do you think it's okay? ”

Wang Xue on the side couldn't stand it anymore at the moment, sighed and took out a card and said, "Otherwise, I'll give it." ”

……

The night in September is still very hot, and the cicadas are still hiding in the trees on both sides of the street, making a wild noise.

A few people stood by a road in the Old Town, waiting for a flying sword taxi to go home.

Li Wentian floated in the air, unable to hide the loss on his face, while Li Yu hugged Wang Xue, who was already crying and red-eyed, in his arms and comforted him softly.

Li Yu still had confusion on his face, as if the long street in front of him was his future.

It was pitch black, and there was no way to go.

There was a layer of gloom on everyone's faces, but Zhang Chongli was more calm than everyone else.

He stood on the shoulder of the road, watching the countless vehicles coming and going, silently smoking a cigarette.

However, the strange thing is that I don't know that I have been waiting for too long, and there are already countless flying sword taxis driving in front of everyone, but Zhang Chongli still has no intention of reaching out to take a taxi home.

He seemed to be waiting for something.

"Master, what are you waiting for?" When Li Wentian saw this situation, he couldn't help but step forward and ask.

"Wait for a flying sword that will take us to that place."

"Where?"

Before Li Wentian could get an answer from his master, he saw a flying sword taxi driving again in the distance.

Zhang Chongli carefully identified the license plate number of the flying sword, his eyes lit up, and he quickly reached out to stop it.

"On the sword." He greeted everyone and pulled them into the taxi.

Everyone was also confused by Zhang Chongli's operation, there were obviously so many taxis coming over before, why did they choose this car.

The answer to this question was not answered until the driver asked for the next destination.

The driver spoke with an authentic accent in the imperial capital, and asked in a casual tone, "Where are you going?" ”

"Go to a place that doesn't exist." Zhang Chongli responded inexplicably.

The driver's eyes obviously became serious, he first glanced at the three people in the car with a vigilant gaze, and then stared at Zhang Chongli.

Zhang Chongli nodded silently and said, "You heard it right, hurry up and drive." ”

The driver turned around, and finally the flying sword was silently activated.

This operation like a dumb riddle, the two young people in the back row were confused.

"If I'm not mistaken, the place we're going to now should be a ghost market." Li Wentian, who had returned to Zhang Chongli's body, explained to the two young men with his heart at this moment.

"Ghost market? What is this place? Li Yu and Wang Xue glanced at each other, and they both saw confusion in each other's eyes.

"It's a place that you pampered little ghosts may not be able to reach in this life." Zhang Chongli's thoughts sounded in the minds of the two, and then they saw Zhang Chongli turn around from the front and look at the two of them speechlessly.

"The flying sword is estimated to have to hold for a while, just take this opportunity to popularize science with you, so as to avoid going to the place and causing chaos to Lao Tzu."

Zhang Chongli immediately began to explain to the two of them.

The so-called ghost market originated 16,000 years ago.

At that time, out of fear of the power of folk immortal cultivators, the Dahua Imperial Court issued a series of decrees, which classified most of the immortal cultivators into the imperial court system, and all immortal cultivators needed to register in the imperial court.

Only a small number of folk cultivators and immortal cultivators who were themselves criminals did not submit to the imperial court.

These immortal cultivators who are not under the control of the imperial court, on the one hand, will be despised and excluded by regular immortal cultivators, and on the other hand, they will also be sanctioned and suppressed by the imperial court.

So this group of uncontrolled loose cultivators secretly created a secret realm.

The secret realm here can provide a certain amount of protection for the cultivators, and at the same time, they can also communicate with each other and carry out all kinds of trading and exchange.

This is how the first ghost market was formed.

The ghost market is generally open from 1 a.m. to 5 a.m., and it usually requires a special teleportation circle to enter the ghost market.

And such circles are distributed in countless corners of cities in China.

Teleportation circles are not fixed, and can only be found by being led by a ferryman.

Different cities have different methods of finding ferrymen, and these methods are usually passed down by word of mouth through poetry, nursery rhymes, and even some strange urban legends.

Taking the imperial capital as an example, if you want to find the ferryman in the imperial capital, you must look for a flying sword taxi with two '4' number plates.

Once you're in the car, make a code with the driver and they'll take you to the location where the circle is located.

After a more than hour's drive, the Flying Sword Taxi took Zhang Chongli and his party to an abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of Beicheng.

"Get out of the car." As soon as everyone's feet hit the ground, before they could stand firmly, the driver kicked the accelerator and the flying sword taxi ran away without a trace.

The warehouse is about the size of two football fields, and there is nothing but five discarded shipping boxes stacked in the center.

The empty venue is pitch black, and any sound can cause a huge reverberation, and it is estimated that no normal person will dare to come over in this ghost place except for people who are filming horror movies.

"Let's go." Zhang Chongli waved at everyone and walked towards the central freight box in the warehouse.

While walking, Zhang Chongli said to everyone: "After you go in, don't look around, don't listen randomly, follow me closely, do you understand?" ”

In the ghost market, you have a freedom that the outside world can't imagine, and you can buy anything you can think of and can't think of there.

But absolute freedom also means absolute chaos.

The people in the ghost market are a group of outlaws who ignore the law and ignore the rules, and rashly bring in the flowers that grow in the two pillars of greenhouses of Li Yu and Wang Xue.

Zhang Chongli changed his previous stupid temperament, and admonished the two of them with a straight face.

The two Xiaobai were frightened, and nodded wildly at Zhang Chongli with a well-behaved face.

Zhang Chongli pushed open the door of the cargo box, only to find that the cargo box was empty, and only with the help of a ray of light, he could barely see a strange pattern drawn with chalk on the floor of the cargo box.

"What are you still doing? Let's go. Zhang Chongli glanced at the two young people, stepped into the magic circle first, and with a flash of fine light, Zhang Chongli's figure disappeared in front of the two.

The little couple glanced at each other, held hands and stepped into the circle together.

With a dazzling glare of light, when the two of them regained their sight, they were surprised to find that they had come from the abandoned warehouse to another world.

What catches your eye is a high mountain.

Countless shops are dotted with lights, like jewels set in the mountains.

Countless gems reflect the mountains, turning them into pearls brighter than the stars against the dark night sky.

"This ...... This is a ghost market? Looking at the bustling city in the mountains in front of them, the little couple almost didn't drop their jaws.

Listening to Zhang Chongli's previous introduction, the two thought that the so-called ghost market was a small market with a dirty and filthy atmosphere.

But I never thought that the real ghost market actually has the scale of a small city, although the decoration of the shops looks shabby and simple, but it has a different kind of beautiful fireworks.

"Don't look at it, you have to take the cable car to go up the mountain." Seeing that the two young people had never seen the world before, Zhang Chongli glanced at the two of them helplessly, and beckoned to them.

With the lively flow of people, everyone successfully boarded a cable car.

In the cable car, seeing that there were no outsiders around, Wang Xue, who couldn't hold back any longer, blinked at Zhang Chongli curiously with a pair of big eyes and said, "Master, what are we doing in the ghost market?" ”

"There are a lot of things that you can buy in the ghost market that can't be bought outside, so what do you say we're doing here?" Zhang Chongli raised his eyebrows and smiled.

The little couple instantly understood that they had come to the ghost market for the 100,000-year-old spirit beast Neidan.

But Wang Xue was even more confused: "Master, even if there is really that thing in the ghost market, can we afford it?" ”

"Hmph~" Zhang Chongli smiled proudly: "Although money is very important, in this world, what is more important is connections." ”

"Yuan Tan, have you heard of it?"

The two young men shook their heads in unison, but Li Wentian's thoughts suddenly sounded: "Yuan Tan!?" Could it be the legendary ghost? ”

Although Li Wentian also came to the ghost market for the first time, after all, he had eaten hundreds of years more than the two young people in front of him, and he had heard a lot of rumors.

Even the ghost market, which is not bound by the law and is extremely free and chaotic, has its own internal rules.

And the person who makes these rules is the ghost head of the ghost market.

In the ghost market, the ghost head is the soil emperor of this mountain city, holding all the power of life and death here.

Zhang Chongli said lightly: "Back then, Yuan Tan owed a great favor to his teacher. ”

"How big?" The three apprentices ignited the surging soul of gossip.

"How so?" Zhang Chongli lit a cigarette and pretended to be forced: "That is, even if I ask him to jump off the building, he will only ask me where I jumped from." ”

Zhang Chongli smiled: "With my friendship with him, not only can I prostitute a 100,000-year-old spirit beast here for nothing today, but I can also borrow some money from him by the way to participate in tomorrow's auction." ”

Wonderful! The eyes of the three burst out with endless admiration for Zhang Chongli.

It's just a friendship, sell face, and people can happily send a spirit beast Neidan, and they will post tens of millions upside down.

This is status, this is connection!

"Ouch, that's all trivial." Zhang Chongli pretended to be modest and waved his hand at the apprentices, but his face was proud and proud that he couldn't hide.

The cable car slowly stopped next to one of the most visible buildings in the mountain.

"This is the merchant hall of the ghost market, which records the information of all the goods bought and sold, if there is a hundred thousand year old spirit beast Neidan for sale, you can find the corresponding shop location here."

Zhang Chongli explained to the two young men while leading them in.

Although the lobby was brightly lit, there was only one young man with yellow hair at the moment, sitting at his workstation and typing on the computer keyboard and smoking a cigarette with a bored face.

Zhang Chongli pretended to be an expert and came to Huang Mao: "Boy! Help me check if there are any shops selling spirit beast Neidan. ”

Huang Mao glanced up at Zhang Chongli, thinking to himself, who is this stupid? So arrogant.

However, he scolded in his heart, but he still asked Zhang Chongli: "What are the conditions for the spirit beast Neidan?" ”

"Year?"

"More than 100,000 years."

"Kind?"

"No request."

"What about the Five Elements Attributes?"

"Like...... There are no requirements either. ”

"Okay!" Huang Mao entered the conditions into the computer, and after a while, he gave the answer: "There is a qualified one, which was listed for sale yesterday, on the thirteenth floor, shop 467." ”

"The listed price is 125 million."

If it were elsewhere, seeing the astronomical figure of 125 million, Zhang Chongli estimated that it would have exploded on the spot.

But now it's different, anyway, he came to the ghost market just to prostitute for nothing, and it doesn't matter to him how much money he has.

I saw Zhang Chongli slap his hand on the workbench with a domineering face: "Boy, you go and call the ghost head now, just say that there is a person named Zhang Chongli looking for him." ”