Longqiu Chengnan General Temple, with Zhang Chi's brothers and sisters, finally has a little more popularity, so that the temple will not guard the temple alone, hanging from each other, lonely and lifeless.

A few days later, the Lantern Festival arrived, and according to traditional customs, young boys and girls passed the lanterns across the river, and poured out their love, which can be regarded as a good story. It's just that the bustle of the city, the fireworks of fire trees and silver flowers, and the lantern festival running through several streets have nothing to do with people who have no intention of doing this.

Zhang Chi also got the consent of the temple blessing, so he took his sister to go shopping, and the Lantern Festival was the last good memory. It won't be long before the divinity in the body of the children of impermanence will awaken one after another, and these divine sons who can communicate and communicate with the netherworld, and the divine power that inadvertently leaks out is to awaken corpses, summon and control the spirits of the underworld.

Either the dry bones and skeletons sit up in shock, and the rotten zombies attack the city, or the resentful spirits travel at night to seek their lives, and the ghosts take away the ghosts and then become people. Coupled with the fact that the gods drove the children of impermanence to fight each other, the aftermath of the battle spread, whether it was the shock wave of corpse qi or the roar of the ghost army, there were simply not too many dead people.

Lucky cat "penny" attached to the owner, has been staying on the shoulders of Zhang Chi, with the intimate contact of these days, its natural spirituality in the fortune of Nabao, imperceptibly, has had an impact on Zhang Chi, fortunately, the result is more benign.

In addition to the routine snacks and non-staple food stalls, there are also a few stalls selling old goods, books, and bones, most of which are cheap goods of little value, and of course, there must be treasures such as "lost pearls".

Zhang Chi did not enter the Tao and practice, and could not learn the art of looking at qi, and could peek into the truth of things. However, things with spirituality, generally speaking, will definitely not be able to escape this scattered immortal who was the first in miscellaneous studies among the Western Kunlun monks before his rebirth.

The place in the heart of the Lantern Festival, diverted from the Lingjiang River in the east of the city, passed through the city, separated from the Rouge River of infatuated men and women, the special fireworks made by experts were held by incense sticks, carefully approached and lit, the long lead suddenly hissed, and the surrounding onlookers couldn't help but retreat, vacating a large white space, and couldn't help but open their mouths and cover their ears with their hands.

In the blink of an eye, a spark slipped into the paper shell fireworks, only to hear a bang, thumb-thick, palm-long fireworks, like a spirit monkey jumping up into the sky, accompanied by a sharp bagpipe sound, exploded violently.

The sky is as black as ink, and suddenly blooms with colorful stars, like the trick of a warlock on the street, who can make fine wine with his fingers and water, and can gather pots and cover the soil to bloom flowers in an instant, attracting cheers.

Zhang Chi stretched out his hand to hold his sister, and walked on the auxiliary road with fewer passers-by, to prevent being scattered by the crowd. Walking and walking, the two left the bustling main street of the Lantern Festival and quietly came to the old street with most stalls.

Readers who took the opportunity to sell their collections, those who sold all kinds of old goods and furniture did not settle down, and people of different professions gathered together and tacitly said nothing, waiting for the guests to take the initiative to come to the door.

Zhang Chi doesn't look down on old books, after all, the engraving printing technology is spreading, and the books are all the same, not as good as the hand-copied books of the previous dynasty, and there are many rare books, so there is not much unusual.

As for the old goods that have not settled at home, some of them have predecessors who deliberately hid treasures to prepare a way out for future generations, but the children did not know the goods, and sold the golden doll at a low price, and did not know the truth of covering pearls with grass.

The only thing that has some value is that the ground rat drills a hole in the mountain, digs the tomb upside down, and finds out the burial goods of the nobles, most of which are bottles and jars, and there is no lack of gold beads, jade, poisons, elixirs, and even vicious organ news. And so on and so forth.

Zhang Chi walked back and forth on the stalls in the old street, and soon fell in love with a porcelain vase on a stall that had not settled in someone's house, and celadon with the characteristics of Yue kiln. Unfortunately, when he opened the cap of the bottle, he found that the mouth of the bottle was somewhat damaged, and his face showed a look of disgust.

"What did I find? Very rare bottle-in-bottle, and it's in the mezzanine!"

Zhang Chi sighed in his heart, and secretly said a great kindness, but the acting master went online in an instant, completely indifferent to this defective product, and after putting it back in place lightly, he changed to another square pot to play with.

"Intact, no traces of use, with the maker's seal on the bottom, it's a pity that it's been around for too long and it's blurred. A piece of porcelain at the good end has fallen sharply in value, and it is not worth a tael of silver. ”

The children who have not settled down know this, and it is rare for a buyer to come to the door, and they don't care about the routine bargaining, after all, the poor land at home can't be opened. If he is alone, tighten his belt, he can barely cope with the past, but he still has a wife and children at home, he doesn't want his wife and son to suffer and die of hunger, or he can't help but steal and ruin the family's reputation.

"If you are interested in buying, make a real price. After doing this business, I closed the stall and went home. ”

Zhang Chi showed his thumb and said with a smile: "Only a great hero can be his true colors! This square pot is just ordinary, and the value is really low. Plus this celadon vase, a tael of silver, give me a word?"

The stall owner with a dish on his face chewed on the opening sentence of Zhang Chi, "Only a great hero can be his true colors!", suddenly understood something, and immediately smiled: "Okay! You are so calm as a buyer, why should I be reluctant? Even if it is really a pearl in the sea, you have a vision." Deal!"

As soon as the words fell, the two stretched out their hands at the same time, and in the disbelief of nearby stall owners and passers-by, the transaction was completed in a short period of time.

Subsequently, Zhang Chi handed over the money with one hand, and the stall owner delivered the goods with one hand. He is also a wonderful person, and if he really made a business, he began to pack up and prepare to go home.

Zhang Chi gave the square pot to his sister, and she immediately reached out to catch it, holding her hands in her arms, very curious about what had just happened.

"This brother, you don't ask why, I will buy this celadon vase, even the square pot with a very low value, as a partner. ”

Who knows, the stall owner with a dish on his face was very straightforward, got up and said bluntly: "To borrow a word from Your Excellency, only a great hero can be true to his true colors! My family is in the middle of the road, and I am a person with little talent, I can't revive the family business, I can only sell and sell items to get by." I used to ask, but now I don't want to say anything. The descendants are immoral and incompetent, and they have ruined the face of the ancestors, so why should I be a villain?"

When Zhang Chi heard this, his right hand couldn't help but clench his fist, and then he understood that the other party was not sarcastic, and with a faint smile on his face, he stretched out his index finger and flicked the celadon bottle with clever force.

"Your ancestors are not simple! proficient in pyrotechnics and porcelain making, they were able to conceive the pattern of a bottle within a bottle and successfully smelt it. I don't know if this celadon vase is the only one in the world, but the wisdom contained in it is ingenious. Truly priceless!"