Although Xudu is the entrance to the ghost world, it is not much different from other cities.

Luo Fan crossed a high mountain from the northwest into the city, only to see the whole ancient city built by the mountains and rivers, although it is known as a ghost city, but it is actually a small city with beautiful scenery, the houses in the city are one after another, the shops are lined up, the stream is murmuring beside the road, the birds are singing and the spring is singing, which is intoxicating.

Luo Fan first found an inn in the city, and there were only two ways to go to the ghost world, one was to find a netherworld lamp to hang in Huangquan Lane to open the way to the ghost world, and the other was to go to the Styx to wait for the Styx ferryman to travel between the two worlds.

The road of Buzhou Mountain, the dragon of the candle said thousands of years ago that he had been guarding it for 9,900 years, and his merits were completed in only one year, so now the entrance to the underworld of Buzhou Mountain is either closed, or another divine beast has been sent to guard it.

The dragon of the candle has already ascended to the Dao thousands of years ago, if another divine beast is sent to guard it, it will never be too bad, Luo Fan does not expect people to show mercy and use the phantom that did not ascend to the Dao thousands of years ago to fight the enemy, this kind of opportunity is not available to everyone.

Therefore, unless it is absolutely necessary, Luo Fan will not take the road that cannot be taken in Zhoushan, not to mention the unpredictable situation, and he will not get any benefits.

Luo Fan entered the inn, only to see that the inn was almost overcrowded, it was really a little unusually lively, Luo Fan looked at the center of the crowd, only to see that the inn was close to the north corner, a small platform was set up, a middle-aged Confucian scholar in a soapy white robe Shi Shiran sat down on the wooden chair in Taichung, took a sip of tea, shook the folding fan gently, and slowly said: "Today, let's tell a story about the destiny of heaven." ”

It turned out to be a storyteller, Luo Fan couldn't help but shake his head and chuckle. He secretly said in his heart: "When did even the storyteller know what the mandate of heaven is?"

Luo Fan couldn't help but listen, while listening. Walking all the way to the second floor, I finally found a place to sit by the window.

It seems that Mr. Storyteller is talking about a poor scholar. This scholar was originally also a prestigious family, but it is a pity that not long after he was born, the family road fell into the middle, and the family died one after another.

After the scholar's life, even the old servant who served him finally died, and he was destitute and did not have enough to eat. They often have to rely on neighborhood handouts to get by.

While listening, Luo Fan ordered a few side dishes, put a gold ingot on the table, and asked casually, "Little Er, have you heard of the ghost world?"

"...... the ghost world?" The shopkeeper was first a flurry, and when he heard this unlucky thing, he first frowned, and then saw the gold ingots on the table, and immediately knew that he had met a distinguished guest. Hurriedly smiled, "I've heard, what is the guest officer asking for this?"

Luo Fan said lightly: "Do you know how to go to the ghost world?"

"Bah, bah!" If the shopkeeper hadn't seen the golden words on the table, he would have been afraid that he would have to open his mouth to curse. But looking at the money, he could only say in a good voice, "Guest officer." I'm not a dead person, how do I know to go to the ghost world?"

Luo Fan thought about it. Then he asked, "Then tell me about the strange things in the neighborhood." ”

"Strange ......?" said the shopkeeper with a roll of his eyes. "What the storyteller downstairs said is that if you say it well, I hope that the guest officer will give you a few rewards. ”

"Downstairs?" Luo Fan couldn't help laughing, and then continued to listen.

At this moment, I could only hear a sigh downstairs, and someone shouted: "That scholar was hit by Tanhua, and even resigned from the emperor's marriage, which is also right...... I'm afraid that the palace can't accommodate him, so what happened?"

Luo Fan looked quickly, only to hear the middle-aged scholar shake his head and say: "There used to be a Zhuge family in the Huailin in the south of the city, although this Zhuge family was born in the ordinary, but it is not comparable to ordinary families. ”

Someone asked, "Could it be that the immortal chief of the Zhuge family has broken the life of this Tanhualang?"

Hearing about the Taoist family, Luo Fan was a little interested, and the Taoist family near the ghost capital didn't know if he could find a clue about the underworld lamp.

Luo Fan glanced at the little two and asked casually: "Isn't this storyteller also your industry?"

When the little two heard this, he immediately smiled and said: "Don't hide it from the guest officer, the legend here must be known to the guest officer, and there are many guest officers who come here every year because of curiosity, so our boss specially invited the storyteller to talk about these things for the big guy, but I didn't expect the effect to be good." ”

Luo Fan threw the gold to him and said, "Then listen to him, if you say it well, there will be another reward?" But if you don't say it well, don't blame me for smashing your signboard!"

"Ouch, thank you, guest officer! Thank you, guest officer!" Seeing that the other party was so generous, the shopkeeper thanked him again and again, "I guarantee that the guest officer is satisfied!"

Luo Fan nodded, if there were no real people and real things as a reference, this middle-aged man would never be able to say it in such detail, if it was really some strange thing, maybe it could really help Luo Fan.

Luo Fan waved his hand to let Xiao Er leave, and then looked downstairs, at this time, he only heard the storyteller say: "Although the master of the Zhuge family failed to help Tanhualang break his life, but coincidentally, Zhuge has a daughter, whose life is extremely heavy, if he does not enter the palace as a concubine, he can only marry someone with the same extraordinary life......"

While eating side dishes, Luo Fan listened to the story of the storyteller, about the acquaintance of a scholar and a young lady of a family, and finally tied the knot.

To be honest, as a modern person, he is not interested in the stories of ancient storytellers, and there are too many modern books, but I don't know why, Zhuge family, Luo Fan seems to have a familiar feeling.

"Could it be that this surname is too famous?" Luo Fan chuckled.

At this moment, the storyteller shook his head and sighed softly: "However, the good times did not last long, at this moment, passers-by often meet a child crying on the side of the road in the alley east of the city......

"And such wonders?" said the crowd curiously.

Mr. Storyteller held the folding fan on his chest with one hand, shook it twice, and said: "It is said that the child is the unborn child of Tanhualang, Tanhualang is the life of the Heavenly Evil Lone Star, and the child will definitely die as soon as he is born." ”

There was a sigh of embarrassment from the crowd, and they asked, "What can I do then?

"Speaking of this Miss Zhuge is a master of Taoism, on this day, a seven-star lantern array was set up at home to avoid ghosts coming to hook the soul......"

"Seven-Star Lantern Array?" Luo Fan instantly knew why he had a faint sense of familiarity, it turned out to be a seven-star light array, so Miss Zhuge was ......

"Zhuge Mingyue?" Luo Fan frowned slightly, what the storyteller said, could it be a few years ago?

Luo Fan closed his eyes and stared, quietly recalling the events of many years ago.

"Hey, what a fragrant wine!" Just as Luo Fan was thinking, an old man with a goatee and a blue robe that had been washed a little whitish sat down across from Luo Fan and said, "Young man, don't you feel bored when you drink alone?"

Luo Fan glanced at him, only to see that he had a thin face, a brown wine jug on his waist, and said indifferently: "I see that the Taoist chief is alone and drinks alone on weekdays, but he is so panicked?"

"If you have wine and a sword, how can you be stuffy?" said the old Taoist priest with a smile.

Luo Fan saw that the old Taoist priest had a rare sense of familiarity, but he couldn't remember where he had seen it for a while, so he only smiled lightly: "Old Taoist, if you want to drink, please take care of yourself." ”

"Hey, hey, the young man is refreshing!" the old Taoist priest took out a simple porcelain bowl from his arms, poured a bowl for himself, and said with a smile, "There is good wine to drink, and there are stories to hear, hurry!"

The old Taoist priest drank all the wine in the bowl, then glanced at Luo Fan and said, "Young man, I see that you listened very seriously just now, why did you have a sad face for a while?"

"I already know the ending, what else to listen to. Luo Fan shook his head and said lightly, "The book is dead and dead, Zhuge Mingyue...... Now I'm just afraid...... Also dead. ”

Luo Fan poured himself a bowl of wine, took a sip, and said with a smile: "Destiny...... Hehe~"

"You know?" the old Taoist priest first glanced at Luo Fan in surprise, and then said, "It's boring! It's all said by you, what else does it sound like?" Forget it, drink!"

With that, he poured himself another bowl.

After drinking a few bowls, Luo Fan said indifferently: "Seeing each other is fate, and I will have a few cups with the Taoist chief today." ”

Then Luo Fan called, "Little Er, add me a few more pots of good wine!"

"Not busy!" the old Taoist priest untied the wine jug around his waist and said, "Although this wine is good, it is still not strong enough, how about drinking mine?"

"Oh?" Luo Fan smiled, "Old Daoist, is there any better wine?" ”

The Taoist priest in Tsing Yi immediately unscrewed the cork, and Luo Fan only felt a rich aroma of wine entering his nose, the aroma of wine was mellow, and before he drank it, Luo Fan was already drunk.

Seeing that the old Taoist priest filled his quaint wine bowl, he pushed it in front of Luo Fan and said, "Try it." ”

I saw that the wine was amber, and under the sunlight shining from the window, it was crystal clear.

After drinking it all in one gulp, Luo Fan only felt as if a long stream of heat ran down his throat, rushing into his abdomen like a flame, and he only felt an indescribable comfort in his whole body.

"Good wine!" was slightly drunk, Luo Fan had never drunk such a good wine, put down the bowl and said, "Come again!"

The old Taoist priest seemed to be flustered for a moment, then poured another full bowl, and said with a long smile: "No one has ever drunk a bowl of my wine without pouring, you kid is the second." ”

Luo Fan smiled: "I haven't been drunk for a long time, if the Taoist Chief's wine can drink me, it will be the first." ”

The old Taoist priest took a sip of his own drink and sneered: "The tone is not small!"

Luo Fan picked up the wine bowl, drank another bowl, and said with a smile: "I just don't know who the first one is." ”

Hearing this question, the old Taoist priest seemed to show a little reminiscence, and then said: "A stinky boy who has not dried up, drinking!" (To be continued......)

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