Yama Rising Chapter 106: : Daishan City
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"Isn't there anything that can be normal?" Qin Ye asked with gritted teeth, pressing the spit in his heart.
"Yes, for example, when this palace saves you, it’s not a problem to eat the soul of a thousand ghosts, and to hook the soul of 100,000 people. The human soul has no objection. The point is that your underworld can't even reach the capacity of the ghost level, how to use it?"
Alsace followed his advice: "Don't worry, when our underworld is slowly expanded, hundreds of years later, you can still destroy a city with one palm."
"Furthermore, the true strength of Yin Chai is never a spell, but the Zanpaku Knife in his hand, which can reach a virtual state after the swastika..."
Qin Ye interrupted the other side rationally: "Are you watching one of the three big migrant workers?"
"Sorry... it's easy to say, in fact, it's almost the same. Every time you kill a Yin Spirit, it will nourish your Zan Po... No, the Yin Chai, and once it enters the bladed state, it is enough to crush the same All Yinlings of the order! Even the three Taoists are no exception! This is the greatest power given to the underworld by the rules of heaven! So, what else do you have to do with spells?"
"As for bringing it back... if you can burn it here, it's better. If it doesn't work, I just want to use the universe in my sleeve to take it. The rules of this palace come from the old palace, you are the new after the destruction of the old palace. Don’t even think about it."
Yeah.
Anyway, I'm just a fate?
Qin Ye shook his head, stood up, and walked out of the park.
Since the solution has been solved, there are two things to do now.
First, money. Second, find out where the 40 points are hidden.
He walked out the back door of the park, frowned slightly, and began to think deeply.
Until the critical moment, his personality is always lazy and casual, but it does not mean that his way of thinking has also loosened.
"Two months are a long time, but as the capital of Hui Province, Daishan City, the main urban area has reached more than 700 square kilometers... Condition one, we must check in every day." He muttered thoughtfully as he walked. Muttered: "This limits our time. There is no in the morning. Class ends at at least four in the afternoon. That is to say, the time left for us is eight hours from four to twelve."
"Condition two, we must not reveal our identity, let alone ask the local special investigation office... Eight hours in sixty days, in a city of nearly 10 million people, everyone is a clue. This is simply impossible. Mission completed."
Alsace said indifferently: "These two old men don’t talk nonsense, but this time I especially reiterate, please, don’t be less than sixty points. My palace guesses, it’s very likely... Will be in danger of being fired."
Qin Ye nodded: "Indeed, even the most basic requirements are not met, how can I teach good students?"
The first batch of students from the First Xiu University came from all corners of the world, major heritages, and secret sects. This is the first time that the school has exploded with word of mouth, and it can be called the most important field. Quality is much more important than quantity.
"Moreover, think about it now, these sixty points are not that easy to get..." Qin Ye squinted his eyes, and said as he walked, he said, "Although the cultivator's physique Much better than ordinary people, but...who knows there is no disease?"
"If you have to take a half-day off for other matters, then... If you study in school according to the rules, even if a point is deducted for half a day, it will not pass."
"To sum up, these forty-minute locations are not too biased and not easy to find. I know...letting out."
Just walked to a station, he beckoned, and a taxi stopped.
"Have an idea?"
Qin Ye nodded and said in a low voice: "A funeral street, cultural relics market."
"Daishan City, as the provincial capital, definitely has such a place, and these two places are the most suitable for our goals."
I reported the name of a funeral street, and the car quickly pulled him to the place, but the more I went here, the more Qin Ye realized that it was wrong.
The atmosphere is different.
Although the Yin Qi in Daishan City is pitiful, there are also. But here, before entering the funeral street, I saw numerous special shops on both sides.
Some sell talisman paper, some sell ritual tools, some sell jade ornaments...there are dazzling arrays, and the religious atmosphere is very strong.
"Master, what's going on?" he asked in amazement.
The driver said as he drove, "Little brother, is it the first time to come to Daishan? I didn't say that recently...it's evil."
Qin Ye immediately understood why.
The underworld does not exist, and the yin spirits have nowhere to go. Their yin qi is very thin, but if there are more, there are definitely a lot of hell!
One or two, dozens of them doesn't matter, but have thousands of people seen it?
In addition, the government deliberately laid the groundwork for everyone, and did not deliberately block it. The spiritual atmosphere naturally grew stronger, but it was still controlled within a controllable range.
The driver lifted his chin to both sides: "It was like this two years ago, monk Taoist quack warlock, tusk... I couldn’t see it when I was shabby, but now it’s getting more, I heard, Not only Daishan, but other provincial capitals are the same, and ah, this time the government did not control much, but released a street to do business for these people. It is said that the business is very good, at least tens of thousands of net profits every month..."
Qin Ye nodded slightly, his gaze flicked from both sides.
Indeed, business is good.
Every door, whether for fortune-telling or "dharma tools", is very crowded, and there are at least a few people. It is completely different from no one asked about it decades ago.
He was not happy, instead he felt a little more solemn in his heart.
This shows... the supernatural is getting stronger and stronger. With threats, citizens will seek peace of mind.
Soon, the car stopped at the gate of Funeral Street. This is the stone gate of an ancient archway. There are two one-and-a-half-meter-long sculptures on the door of the funeral street. The difference from the previous funeral street is that there are obviously fewer stalls in the typical funeral street with white flags and paper money. Shops related to spiritual practice.
He randomly walked into a shop of "Ning's Rune Room", where there were also five or six people. The decoration is quaint. On the left side there is a portrait of Sakyamuni on the left, and on the right there is a portrait of Sakyamuni. There are small palace lanterns hanging above his head. The pictures look a little broken, with ancient meaning, and are painted with red ghost symbols. The talisman paper on the painting lies in a carefully carved wooden box.
The room was lit with sandalwood. As soon as Qin Ye came in, a waiter in Chinese tunic came over and smiled: "Sir, can I help you?"
Qin Ye was a little disappointed.
In the whole house, there is no sense of indignation. All the talisman paper is Xibei goods. He casually asked: "What is this for sale?"
"Ancestral talisman paper." The waiter smiled and pointed to the back of the counter: "Our boss, under the tutelage of the Ning family of Tenglong province talisman paper, the talisman he draws are all Buddha-like. No matter what monsters, as long as Take it with you to ensure the safety of your life."
Qin Ye copied both hands in his pockets, turned his head and looked at the wooden box on the alien grid next to him. The ghost symbols inside stabbed his eyes, and said lightly: "You believe this?"
The waiter smiled flawlessly: "Sir, it's not believe it or not, but there really is."
He deliberately said in a low voice and solemnly: "In the past few years, or even more than ten years, there have been countless people and things that hell. You can say that I am a feudal superstition, but the world is a leisurely mouth, one on the Internet. A lot of supernatural records, major websites, do you still think this is a joke?"
"The country did not deny it either. This is a disguised recognition. If it weren't for our Master Ning, we would not see the suffering in the world, and would not go out of the mountains."
Qin Ye smiled somewhat complicatedly: "Then this chapter talisman...how much is it?"
"This talisman is called Lingbao Qingyun Express Ansha Talisman, the price is 666." The waiter smiled and said: "Sir, don't think it is expensive, the cost of a talisman, some things have been lost, and energy consumption It’s hard to count. We are new to this street, and they are all at cost prices, which are much cheaper than Wanrongfu and Xianghening in the street."
A piece of symbol 666...Qin Ye sighed, if it weren't in Bao'an City, he really wanted to open a store, it would be a money grab! Is the cost price thirty?
Don't talk about anything else, he just drew a few strokes at random, echoing the atmosphere of the evil, which ghost dare to come and die if he doesn't open his eyes?
"Daxian Ning..." He shook his head with emotion, and the waiter said with a smile: "It's a master, Daxian dare not be."
Qin Ye nodded: "Does he... know what he painted?"
"The old man really knows him." Before the words fell, an old voice came from behind. Qin Ye turned his head and looked at him. A lowly old man was looking at him with piercing eyes.
The other party is about sixty years old, with a white beard and chest, white hair on his head loosely pulled up in a bun, and a black ribbon hanging on his shoulders. A white coat, black silk trousers, and a pair of white socks and black cloth shoes, the whole person looked at him, full of fairy style.
"Master Ning." The waiter said immediately.
Master Ning waved his hand, and the other party immediately greeted the other guests. Master Ning and Qin Ye looked at each other, neither of them spoke.
Master Ning's expression remained motionless, and his heart had become extremely vigilant.
I don't know why...
From the time this person entered the door, he couldn't help but look at the other person, and... a feeling of fright in his heart never disappeared.
There are people who dare to open this kind of shop and fish in troubled waters, but in the current situation in China, whether talisman paper and jade decoration are good or not, at least two or three years will know. This has led to fewer and fewer people fishing in troubled waters. Even if their strength is poor, they still have some understanding of this industry, at least there are some rumors from the ancestors.
Over the world, the seven great ghosts finally ushered in the prosperous market, and they will never hesitate.
Master Ning doesn’t know how to say this feeling. He just...seems to see a dark cloud, a dark cloud that has never been seen before, rushing from outside the door to let him cool down, and...and this young People, he always feels, are wearing ancient costumes with white hair, as if they had crawled out of a coffin.
"You are..." He took a deep breath and said in a low voice: "Master Ghost?"
Ghosts?
Qin Ye shook his head funny. Looking at Master Ning interestingly, to see what else he wanted to say.
The sweat dripped from Master Ning's forehead.
Not a ghost...but why does the closer he feels colder his hands and feet?
As if the other person blinked, the king wants him to die tonight, no one dares to keep it till tomorrow.
"Sir..." He said hoarsely: "I...have never gotten over the border..."
"You...are usually in the ghost market. This street is just for us to eat..."
Qin Ye smiled, too lazy to care about him, turned his head and left.
"Sir! Sir!" Before leaving the house, Master Ning hurried to catch up. In the waiter's dumbfounded gaze, and the incomprehensible eyes of other customers, he bowed his waist and walked to Qin Ye with a look on his face. It can be called flattery: "You also came for that cat?"