After Becoming the Stand-in for the White Moonlight: 131|Ghost Market

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Qiao Wan was a little flattered and a little embarrassed. She pursed her lips, smiled, and said thank you sincerely.

"Smiled! Lu Cixian smiled!"

A few teenagers pushed each other and marveled.

Although Lu Cixian's facial features are hard and deep, and he always has a paralyzed face, looking like a cool guy, but when he smiles, let alone, he does have some meaning, which is very good-looking.

For the next section of the road, Yu Xingzhi followed behind and held it in for a long time, but because of Qiao Wan's teammates, he just held down the other Shandao disciples and never dared to move again.

“Don’t act rashly.”

The young man's face was gloomy, and he stared intently at the group of young men in front of him who were riding flying swords and flying in the air: "The elder has given instructions, telling us to act according to the situation."

This group of teenagers were chatting and laughing around Lu Cixian and Liu Xinwen. Although they seemed completely unprepared, in fact, everyone was watching out of the corners of their eyes.

Yu Xingzhi sneered slowly: "When we get to Zhoufu Town, aren't we afraid that Lu Cixian will not be left alone?"

"Hey." A young man looked over curiously and asked, "Fellow Daoist Lu, are you really against the academy?"

"Why have I never heard of it before? Or did you, fellow Taoist, join in later?"

Qiao Wan: "I did join Buping Academy later."

"That's right." Another young man high-fived, "I see that this skill of yours, Fellow Daoist Lu, is not something that a small sect can teach..."

Before he finished speaking, he was immediately poked in the elbow by his companion next to him.

My companion stared: Can you speak?

The young man knew that he was bald, so he quickly changed his words and scratched his head in embarrassment: "I didn't mean to say that I am not sorry for the injustice of the academy..."

"I just think, fellow Taoist, your kung fu looks a bit like Kunshan."

The young men who have made it this far are not stupid. Although Qiao Wan has been trying to avoid using Kunshan's skills in front of everyone, he still has some tricks.

The young man looked at Qiao Wan's dark eyes and suddenly felt a little uneasy.

Did he say the wrong thing?

But he had been to Kunshan once before. At that time, he was lucky enough to see the grace of Master Yuqing. There were only three disciples under Master Yuqing. The eldest disciple Lu Bihan and the second disciple Mu Xiaoxiao were both in Kunshan at this time. The youngest disciple Qiao Wan is missing.

But for some reason, he always felt a little familiar to Lu Bihan. Although his moves were not exactly the same, the subtleties of these moves were quite similar to those of Zhou Yan, the master of Yuqing.

"I didn't expect this to be seen by fellow Taoists." Qiao Wan thought for a while and kept talking nonsense with an unchanging expression, "Actually, when I was learning swordsmanship, I bought a photo ball of Master Yuqing to try to figure it out. ”

The so-called photo ball of Master Yuqing is equivalent to the teaching video in the world of cultivation. Although the secrets and moves are not passed down to the public, as long as you don't remain locked up for hundreds of years and are still active in this world of cultivation, you will always have to get into a fight or reveal your skills in front of others, right? Whenever there is a fight, a monk will quickly take a photo ball and record it. Casual monks who do not have the opportunity to be taught by a famous teacher will often buy a few and study them in private.

Zhou Yan’s photo **** have been selling like hotcakes at Duobao Pavilion, and are highly praised by the majority of young swordsmen and girls.

The young man suddenly realized. When he thought about the fact that he was born in a powerful sect and had always been in need of guidance from the elders, he couldn't help but feel a little sympathy in his eyes when he looked at Qiao Wan.

Feijian marched all the way and finally arrived at Zhoufu Town in time before the stick of incense burned out.

As soon as they landed, everyone put away their flying swords and lowered their heads to see the new instructions on the jade plaque.

New "mission guidelines" were also refreshed on the jade plaque in due course.

There are still only a few words - Watanabe Flower.

"Dushenghua?" Liu Xinwen asked with a frown, "Have you heard of it, Fellow Daoist Lu?"

Watanaoka?

Qiao Wan tilted her head and thought for a moment, but found nothing.

"Du Shenghua?" Suddenly, a Confucianism cultivator whispered: "Isn't this something from the ghost market?"

Liu Xinwen and Qiao Wan looked at each other and tacitly moved away from the crowd, walked to a place where no one was around, and gathered together to discuss quietly.

An unfamiliar term came into his ears, and Qiao Wan asked: "Ghost market?"

"My Taoist friends don't know. The ghost market is a market specially opened for the dead. It is said to be run by ghost cultivators and opens every thirty years." The young Confucian cultivator wearing a silk scarf glanced at Qiao Wan , explained: "Those ghosts, or monks who control ghosts, will find a place to open a three-day ghost market at this time."

The so-called ghost cultivation refers to those who, by chance, failed to enter reincarnation and stayed in the human world, and chose to enter Taoism as ghosts and practice cultivation again.

There are also some living monks who are born with a relatively strong yin energy, and they can also practice ghost cultivation. These monks basically practice ghost control, and they often have a few little ghosts and evil ghosts around them. .

Thinking of the content on the jade plaque just now, Qiao Wan thought, does this mean that this year’s ghost market will be held in Zhoufu Town?

But Zhoufu Town didn’t look like it. I looked forward and saw that Zhoufu Town was not big. It was built by the water. It looked like an ordinary mortal town, but since it was going to open in the middle of the night, It seems that choosing a small town that is more secluded can explain why the dead will do it.

Liu Xinwen: "In that case, do you know how to get to the ghost market? Is there any way?"

The young man smiled and said: "There is no way to do this. Generally speaking, ghosts like to go out in the middle of the night. It is cool in the middle of the night and there is no sun. I heard that if you go to those who specialize in dead people business in the middle of the night, the boss will give you instructions. Road."

"But if we are going to the ghost market, we can't go together."

Another person asked: "What are the taboos?"

Confucianism cultivators responded quickly: "I'm afraid you Taoist and Buddhist cultivators are here to cause trouble."

Taoist and Buddhist cultivators who just like to save the dead and get shot while they are lying down:...

After successfully running against the Buddhist and Taoist families, the Confucian and Taoist young man grinned: "Actually, I don't know the details."

"I just read it in a book before, saying that if you want to enter the ghost market, it is better for three people to go alone than to go alone."

"After all, no one knows whether there will be something else mixed in on your left and right."

As soon as they heard this, everyone present fell silent.

"Other things?" someone asked stammeringly.

Why does this ghost market sound so mysterious?

Throughout the ages, fear of ghosts has been almost a human instinct. Hearing this, everyone felt a little panicked.

Yin and Yang are divided into two realms. The ghost market is not like the previous illusion of the Great Light Palace. This is a completely unfamiliar world. When you step into another world, you must follow the rules of the other world.

But I have to go to this ghost market, and I have to get Watanabe flowers.

In the end, it was Liu Xinwen who made the final decision: "In this case, we will split up and wait until we enter the ghost market before making another contact."

"We are all monks after all, so why are we afraid of ghosts?"

One of the boys burst into tears: The problem is that he is not afraid of monsters, he is afraid of ghosts! !

The intentions of the monks in Daguangming Hall are so sinister! !

You have to go even if you don’t want to go. It’s still early in the middle of the night, so the group simply found an inn and sat down to rest.

There are few ghost cultivators. Although she has helped Ma Huaizhen many times before, Qiao Wan has never been exposed to a real ghost cultivator.

When she thought about the ghost market, Qiao Wan sat cross-legged on the bed and tried hard for a while, but could not calm down.

There is a difference between yin and yang. Most masters are somewhat interested in ghosts. Even Qiao Wan is not exempt from the vulgarity. His mind switches from Japan to Thailand, from Thailand to European and American ghosts, and finally back again. □Local.

Since she couldn't calm down, Qiao Wan simply opened her eyes and looked at the night outside the window.

The night turns darker.

Soon.

I continued to wait for a while, and in the middle of the night, the town finally opened its eyes and slowly came to life.

Dead people came from all directions to attend the meeting.

The only business in the town that deals with dead people is those who sell wreaths and make coffins.

I found a coffin shop. As soon as Qiao Wan stepped into the store, a heavy coffin suddenly hit her eyes. It was placed in the main room, facing the door.

Going around the coffin, you saw the boss sitting on the table doing something.

It is a thin paper figure, held in the palm of your hand.

The boss did it very carefully. The facial features of the paper man in his hand gradually took shape, and scraps of paper fell to the ground under his feet.

Qiao Wan hesitated for a moment and stepped forward without speaking.

The evening breeze flowed into the store through the open door, making the paper figurine in his hand flutter and the head cut out of the paper tilted from side to side.

Wandering around, he aimed at Qiao Wan.

The boss raised his head and his eyes fell on the sword at Qiao Wan's waist. He didn't ask any questions and said with a clear smile: "Going to the ghost market?"

Qiao Wan nodded slightly, not surprised: "Boss, I would like to ask, how to get to the ghost market?"

Since they can guess that Watanaoka is in the ghost market, there is no reason why other teams can't guess it.

Looking at the boss's calm expression, Qiao Wan guessed that someone had already set off early at this time.

"Sit down." The boss put down the paper manikin in his hand, smiled, stood up, poured a cup of tea, and pushed it in front of Qiao Wan.

I also put another empty tea cup on top of the paper figure to prevent it from being blown away by the wind.

Qiao Wan glanced at the paper man who was pressed firmly on the table by the teacup.

The boss pointed at the paper man pressed by the teacup: "If you want to go to the ghost market, you have to let them lead the way."

Qiao Wan was stunned: "These paper figures?"

"This is the paper man." Perhaps seeing the change in Qiao Wan's expression, the boss smiled and said, "Fellow Daoist, don't underestimate them. If you really want to go to the ghost market, just cut a paper man in your own likeness." , then hold it, close your eyes and get into the coffin to sleep, and let them guide you. When you wake up, this ghost market will be there. ”

"However, if you want them to help you lead the way, you have to pay some reward."

Qiao Wan asked: "What is the reward?"

"It's time to go in. It wants to borrow your appearance for a while." The boss pointed at his face and said with a smile, "The ghost market is lively. They like the appearance of living people and want to go out and play."

"How is it? Fellow Taoist, do you want to cut it?"

Even Qiao Wan, who had seen countless death scenes, couldn't help but feel her heart pounding when she heard this, and there was always a faint sense of foreboding lingering in her heart.

But I have to go to this ghost market.

Qiao Wan mustered up the courage: "Cut."

Boss: "Just put a medium-grade spiritual stone on the table over there."

When the boss sat back in his chair to cut the paper, Qiao Wan waited silently. All he could hear in his ears was the sound of the scissors cutting the paper.

The atmosphere was a bit weird. Qiao Wan tightened her grip on her sword: "Boss, are there any taboos about entering the ghost market?"

"Taboo?" The boss held the scissors for a moment, raised his head and said, "They are willful. When the time comes, when you enter the ghost market, remember not to make them angry."

"Nothing else."

The boss was quick with his hands and feet. After finishing speaking, he handed the paper figurine in his hand to her.

This paper man is one size larger than the one on the table, half as tall as a man.

The cut is vivid, with black eyes and red lips. When you look at the shoulders, you can clearly see the stiffness and discomfort unique to the paper, and there is a vividness like a human being in the dead air.

The two black eyes on the paper seem to be staring at people.

The paper cutters here provide hearse and coffin pick-up and drop-off services.

Opening a coffin, the boss stretched out his hand: "Fellow Taoist, please."

As they lay in the coffin side by side with the paper figures in their arms, Qiao Wan closed her eyes.

In the narrow space, you could only hear your own pounding heartbeat and rapid breathing. It was as if there was a faint wisp of wind blowing past your face.

In an instant, Qiao Wan's whole body became hairy.

The coffin is tightly covered, where is the wind coming from?

Or... Qiao Wan's expression suddenly changed.

The paper man she is holding?

The paper man lay quietly on her shoulder without any movement.

Qiao Wan stabilized her mind, closed her eyes tightly, and tried not to think too much.

I don’t know how long it took, but the thin layer of touch around me suddenly disappeared.

Qiao Wan opened her eyes and reached out to touch it.

In my arms, there is nothing around me.

Missed?

Qiao Wan was stunned and subconsciously searched around, but couldn't find it. Just when he was about to push open the coffin lid and take a closer look, Qiao Wan's hand stopped.

The paper man who was originally lying next to her was now flat against the coffin lid. His lifeless yet vivid face was almost in front of her, leaning on the coffin lid and looking at her.