Time passed, and seven days flew by. On the last night of the ghost market, only a few shops on Tianbao Street still had kerosene lamps lit in front of them, and most of the merchants had already counted their harvests and left during the day. It is true that businessmen seek profits, but small lives are more important after all. What's more, in just a few days, the shops that are good at running have made a lot of money, and tonight the streets are deserted, there are few pedestrians, and there is really no need to do business.

After this incident, many businessmen who came here to observe realized a truth: sure enough, there is only the so-called mystery, which can arouse people's appetite, as long as people's curiosity is aroused, there are always people who are willing to take out the money in their arms.

At dawn on the eighth day, where the ghost market is, I don't know where the fog comes from, but I see the archway street hidden in it, and the place is quiet again.

At this point, the real Zhu Mingbao Ghost City is open!

The seven days when the fog protection is removed is ostensibly a ghost market, where merchants can take the opportunity to run their shops and make a lot of profits. In fact, it is telling the world that the ghost market will open and prepare the goods. In this Tianbao Street, as long as you give up your wealth, what you can buy in the ghost market will be far beyond your imagination.

As for the ghost market, there is an interesting story in the rivers and lakes, the time when the ghost market opens and its name does not correspond to how neat, such an obvious mistake, people in the rivers and lakes will naturally not ignore it. Let's just say that the so-called Zhu Mingxia City this time is obviously not even able to catch up with the tail of summer. In this regard, the ghost market operator once gave an explanation: since it is a ghost market, the flow of time is naturally different from the outside world, and the so-called people and ghosts have different paths, and it is naturally difficult for ordinary people to enter the underworld.

Although this explanation sounds like a coaxing of the childish children in the family, it is still loved by the majority of people in the rivers and lakes, without him, these so-called chivalrous men are too idle.

In the fog, Tianbao Street does not see sunlight all day long, and the fog is thick and damp, so uncomfortable it really makes people feel like they are in hell. Naturally, the kerosene lamp in front of the shop is used for lighting, and this thing also has an elegant name called the Soul Lamp, which should be called an elegant name, anyway, that's how people in the ghost market explain it.

At this time, the woman in green was naturally still running the shop, and in the first seven days, the calligraphy and painting business had a total of four taels of silver, and it had never been opened except for the first two days. When the ghost market really opens, it should be the time when there will be great gains, but for some reason, the woman just can't be happy in her heart.

The first customer who came to inquire was a man wrapped in a black cloak, it was pitch black outside, and when he looked out, he saw the swaying lights of the conjuring spirits on the opposite side, and suddenly a person dressed like this appeared in front of him, which really startled the woman.

There are many treasures in the hands of the woman, and the man inquires one by one, and when the inquiry is completed, he turns around and leaves, and does not mention the matter of buying. The woman said in her heart: What a strange person, since you don't buy it, why bother to inquire about it, isn't it under the guise of investigating the old lady's family background and then coming to rob the old lady?

The next person is still behaving like this, the woman wonders in her heart. It is said that the ghost market is very reputable in business, and it never reveals the roots of buyers and sellers, and it is also said that if there is no gold-lettered signboard that is enough to win the trust of people in the world, the ghost market will naturally not be able to spread out such a big deal. Thinking of this, the woman's heart was slightly settled. But there are two people like this in a row, and it still makes people feel at ease.

When it came to the third customer, the woman also saw an acquaintance, who was a man in black with a long box on his back. Before, this man was generous, and he didn't even hesitate when he paid, and half of the income of his small shop came from him.

The woman in green looked flattering and asked earnestly, "I don't know what the guests want to see?"

"Find a treasure. The man's lips lifted slightly, and he just responded casually, and then looked down the counter one by one.

A bad attitude is not a problem, and if you have money in your pocket, you are willing to take it out to be a good customer, "We don't dare to guarantee anything else, but there is no shortage of treasures." What kind of treasures do guests want to see, Taoist talismans, Buddhist weapons, or a weapon to take advantage of?" Seeing that the man in black did not answer, the woman introduced her own goods to him one by one.

"Childe, please see, this Dan furnace was originally owned by the Immortal Master of Baopuzi, and then by the hands of Miao Ying Zhenren, both of them are proficient in medicine. ”

The man shook his head to signal the bakery's interest and continued walking along the counter.

Isn't it that I'm blowing too much? Daomen is supernatural, and these two are both holy hands of the apricot forest, don't you hear the allusions of Miao Ying Zhenren's "Medicine King and Doctor Dragon", "One Needle and Two Lives", and "Tiger Guarding the Apricot Forest"? Such a treasure handed down by people, the magic medicine of immortality is not something that cannot be hoped for, this foolish thing, it is really a lack of imagination.

"Childe, please see, this "Huang Ting Jing" is the true work of Wang Youjun, Wang Youjun loves geese the most in his life, and this scripture is a person who exchanged it for a beautiful goose, so it has the reputation of changing the goose post. Although she complained in her heart, the female shopkeeper would never get along with the money.

"Isn't it better to fake the authentic handiwork?"

Hearing this, the woman almost couldn't control the power of the wilderness in her body, and couldn't help but want to use the old fist on the man. Lao Niang's call imitation, what is it called falsification, so it can be said that you are famous painters? Art matters, how can it be said to be falsification? It is the pursuit of love and beauty, but it is just the same path as your predecessors in painting.

It's important to make money, it's important to make money, the woman comforted herself in her heart, for the sake of money, it is better to calm down.

"Childe laughed, if it was an imitation, the little girl would not deceive, otherwise how could Childe show that the paintings in the store were all imitations of the little woman when he first arrived?"

The man in black nodded, and a smile finally appeared on his face, "Thinking about it this way, the store is indeed very reputable." I wonder how much this sutra sells?"

"That's natural, opening the door to do business, naturally reputation first. The woman in green paused, "If the son sincerely wants it, the price is not two, three thousand taels of silver is enough." ”

The man in black touched his chin, "The price is right, but can you ask the store for a lottery?" After speaking, his eyes gestured to the stinging sword placed next to the scripture.

The woman's mind was racing, this sword was an unexpected gain, and it didn't seem to be selling for a good price. Therefore, if you spare this sword, you can earn a lot of money for three thousand taels. The woman in green showed a look of embarrassment, "Childe doesn't know, this sword is made by a famous craftsman, if it weren't for the fact that she was familiar with Childe at first sight, the little woman would say nothing and refuse to cut her love." ”

The man took out a silver ticket of three thousand taels from his bosom, handed it to the female shopkeeper, and after confirming it, he put the goose exchange slip into his arms, and then took the sting and put it into the sword box behind him. At a short glance, the woman in green saw at least a dozen swords in the sword box that were similar in style to the stinging sword.

Seeing the female shopkeeper's surprised eyes, the man said lightly: "This saber belongs to my junior brother, and the shopkeeper should have seen him." ”

I'm afraid it's hard to have a pure and stupid woman like me in this world, the woman in green smiled awkwardly, and the man didn't react anymore, waved goodbye and left.

At this time, outside the fog of this Tianbao Ghost City, tens of thousands of heavily armored cavalry are displayed here, and the most effective way to deal with the masters of the rivers and lakes with high combat power is the iron cavalry, which is a matter that has been concluded.

In front of the side of the military formation, which was as oppressive as a black cloud, there was a terracotta three-story altar with a radius of twenty-four zhang, each floor three feet high, and a total of nine feet. The first layer is arranged with 28 star flags according to the trend of the East Green Dragon, the West White Tiger, the South Vermilion Bird, and the North Xuanwu. The second layer is arranged according to the gossip hexagram from the Longhu Mountain dojo, and as for the third layer, there is only a young Taoist priest holding an apricot yellow flag. The Taoist priest's Fang Yi has a big mouth, blue eyes and purple hair, such a vision, there are often senior brothers who ridicule him for having the appearance of an emperor, isn't this, and the emperor surnamed Sun who once stood in Jiangdong is not ordinary?

Today's sky is high and cloudy, although there is no summer heat, but the autumn tiger is still boiling, and most of the knights in heavy armor in the military formation are sweating.

The young Taoist priest waved the apricot yellow flag in his hand with one hand, pinched a Dharma seal with the other hand, and recited lightly in his mouth: "Water in the sky, underground water, rivers and rivers in the five lakes and four seas, clouds and rains in the sky, I am taken by the law of Mr. Sanshan Jiuhou." After the recitation, he held the apricot yellow flag with both hands and danced. Just looking at the appearance, the young Taoist priest is very good, wearing a crescent crown on his head and a kudzu robe. Although the clothes are ordinary, because the young Taoist priest is slender, he has a sense of wealth and wealth.

Many sergeants do not squint, one is that the military order is forbidden, and it is not worthy of pity to disrespect the military order even if the head is cut off. The second reason is that it is a master of the Daomen over there, and it is really not something that ordinary people like us can offend. Having said that, if it weren't for the bitterness, who would be willing to come to fight for their lives, and everything would be good if they made military achievements, but if they accidentally lost their lives, they would have lost a lot of money.

As for the generals who led the army, they had their own ideas in their hearts, and some people secretly praised this little Taoist priest for his ability, waving the flag so hard in front of the army, just like the goddess of the great god in the countryside. If it were me, I am afraid that I would have been ashamed for a long time and would like to get into the cracks in the ground. Some people just feel bored, and the morale of the army is inevitably inferior, not to mention whether it can ask for a three-day east wind like the prime minister of Zhuge Cheng, that is, the Daomen really has such a method, and this thick fog is afraid that it can be blown away like this.

The young Taoist priest's footsteps became more and more urgent, and the trajectory of the apricot yellow flag in his hand became more and more mysterious. Beads of sweat gradually appeared on the Taoist priest's face, after all, constantly waving the flag was also a hard work.

Gradually, there seemed to be a breeze, and the sergeant took advantage of it to enjoy a burst of coolness.

Behind the young Taoist priest showed a white-bearded old man holding a wheel in his left hand and a basket in his right hand, which was the Feng Bo Zhengshen of "the news of the eight winds in his hand, the climate of the five fortunes", the young Taoist priest stood still, and the apricot yellow flag in his hand waved forward, and the wind Bo behind him was also a general action.

For a time, the sand flew away, the foot of the army's flag actually floated to the northwest, and the sergeant shouted "Wansheng" to help the Taoist priest prestige!