three watch drums

The Great Chu Dynasty was near the sea and the river, and its national power was strong, so it was like a giant facing the wind in troubled times. The people did not have to suffer from the separation of their wives and children, and even had leisure time. Dozens of festivals, large and small, were all placed on the surface. celebrate.

July [-]th, Ghost Festival.Throughout the year, the incense of Qingyuan Temple is the most vigorous today.

With a book in his hand, Su Chan was leaning against the window boredly. He was not a person who loves to be pure. In order to support the "unfathomable" face of the temple master, a young disciple came to the back of the mountain early in the morning. He knelt down and said, "Monastery Lord, don't show your face today. We, the odd jobs, will do the following things well...and if you go out tonight, remember to come back early, so don't miss tomorrow's grand ceremony." The heart of joining in the fun is tightly blocked.

What a world!

"Alas..." Su Chan sighed again, retracted his eyes that had no place to rest, and looked at the deserted inner room with no smoke at all—it was like a fairy cave, and he didn't know his little shikigami. Where did they get the energy to be so clean every day.

The "Great Ceremony" that the little disciple said was not held in Qingyuan Temple, let alone arranged by a single force, but an ancestor worship ceremony held in the palace after the emperor came in person, burned incense, bathed and fasted for nine days.Because the emperor needs to hold the mind of "the worries of the world first, and the joy of the world later", the royal ceremony of Dachu will always be delayed by one day compared with the folks, and this festival will be divided into two days to ruin it.

Su Chan's status is extraordinary, so to be honest, the Qingyuan Temple is actually in his favor. It is very close to the capital, and it is the only Taoist temple in a hundred miles around. It should be full of people coming and going. , but because there is no "miracle", so the incense is ordinary, relying on some government subsidies, it is not a problem to feed dozens of people. grow.

He doesn't like to meddle, and his disciples don't make things difficult for this person. As long as Su Chan pretends to wear a fairy-like crane cloak every day, and wanders around the top of the mountain a few times at will, it will be considered a routine. After that, whether to go to a brothel or a casino—— There is no dogmatism in Qingyuan Temple, and most people will indulge him.

Fortunately, Su Chan's appearance is very good, with a tall and slender figure, a pair of peach blossom eyes, gentle and elegant when he smiles, a jade-like son, there is nothing more so-called God's blessing - relying on this appearance alone, giving With a single bowl, he can earn ten and a half months without worrying about food and drink after walking around the capital... By the way, he can also provoke a few demons and ghosts who only look at appearances later.

He has a good temper, even if he is entangled to the end, he won't speak harsh words, so his popularity also improves. Su Chan will not refuse the demons and ghosts who have been rejected the next day with wine.

"Bang..." A burst of fireworks rose into the sky from the front mountain where the incense was being tributed, as if celebrating a festival, and then the firecrackers blared. Su Chan propped his head and almost rolled his eyes out enviously. In this spare time, some very delicate snacks were delivered as if to deal with it.

After all, the temple master has a good appearance of being harmless to humans and animals. If he saw him and said seriously that he wanted to go out to play, he would definitely not be able to refuse, so they didn't dare to bring in this snack at all, and handed it to Su Chan's personal style at the door. God, I ran away as if I was running away.

Su Chan sighed again, feeling deeply that he had failed in life.

"Yuheng," Su Chan said, apart from sighing, this is the first time he has spoken since morning, and his voice was astringent, "What's the stuffing for dim sum?"

Yuheng is the first shikigami created by Su Chan, and they all say that things belong to each other, but Su Chan often thinks that because he was not good at learning skills back then, Yuheng is so serious that he almost looks like an old woman, worrying about everything from washing and cooking to the world. Jiang Shan, but he still looks like a little doll no taller than half an arm high - the dessert plate is almost bigger than him.

"Master likes sweet-scented osmanthus, which year didn't he give you sweet-scented osmanthus cake?" Yu Heng said, holding the plate in front of Su Chan, and said, "Eat well."

Su Chan stretched out his hand and pinched Yu Heng's chubby face, with a half helpless smile between his brows, "Yu Heng, have you grown gray hair recently?"

"Master, don't talk nonsense. I'm not a human being, and I don't have gray hair." Yu Heng poked at him without changing his expression, and made Su Chan a cup of tea to warm his stomach, and served Su Chan with some snacks. Chan brought it over, "Do you want to go to the ghost market this year? Yaoguang has already packed up its bags... It's only two hours from the opening to the closing time of the market, and you don't live in it. You pack your bags every year, so I don't know what to bring. of."

Sui Sui Nian's personality is quite like an old man, if it wasn't for the shikigami who survived by spells, Yu Heng would have been able to enter the palace as a chief eunuch——Su Chan sometimes wished that Yu Heng could be sent to the palace to be a eunuch. It's too wordy.

"It's born from the same root, so why bother?" Su Chan held the hot tea, closed the pages of the book and put it at hand.

It was the hottest time of the year, the pond in the courtyard was full of lotus flowers, and the goblins didn't recognize their lives, running around with dewdrops, and when they felt Su Chan's gaze, they all raised their faces and smiled at him Wake up, each of them looks so cute and careless, I am afraid that they were brought to the ghost market in a purse and sold, and they are so innocently blinking.

Su Chan also subconsciously returned a smile, the so-called willow wind, fluffy snow, and boundless wind and moon are all in this smile.

Yuheng was still chattering about his fellow siblings, calling him "brainless and blindly optimistic" for a while, and fearing that he would get into trouble for a while, and changed back to the original paper-cut form with a "bang", "We shikigami can You can't get wet, so why doesn't Yao Guang understand? I tried to take a bath last night, isn't this just nonsense?"

To be honest, looking down and seeing a milk doll talking so old-fashioned, it's a bit funny.

Su Chan couldn't bear to listen to these nagging anymore, so he picked up Yuheng and walked to the desk, brushed up his long sleeves, and pressed the cinnabar on Yuheng's eyebrows with the tip of his pen, "Aren't I still here? The cinnabar can last for three days, not to mention going into the water during this period, even if you want to walk around the fire, you can come back unscathed."

Yuheng stared at Su Chan with big eyes, moved, and said, "Master will provoke a lot of rotten peach blossoms every year when he goes to the ghost market, so this year you must follow me honestly, otherwise you will be the one who will be in trouble. "

"..." Does this child have a bad personality?

"Okay, okay." Su Chan hugged Yuheng and sat in the chair, half-resignedly agreeing, "Whatever you say - does Yuheng want something this year? It's rare to go to the ghost market."

"No," Yuheng finally showed a childlike appearance, pouted his lips, and complained, "Master, we have no money."

In short, the financial power of Qingyuanguan is also in the hands of Yuheng. Generally, he said that he has no money, and he can basically survive until the end of the year with a little surplus to receive subsidies from the imperial court, plus today's incense money... Basically, this is true. Listen or not.

Su Chan gave an extremely perfunctory "Oh", and as soon as Yu Heng was dissatisfied, there was a sudden movement from the roof, the big one almost lifted off the roof, and there was a voice of yelling, "Master, God! It's getting dark, let's go!"

Before the person came in, a package fell from the sky first, with a "boom", Yu Heng was so frightened that he trembled in Su Chan's arms.

Compared with Yuheng, Yaoguang is obviously much more lively...Su Chan had pinned his hopes on the second-born Yaoguang, but unexpectedly, the expectations were too high. This child was not only noisy but also very noisy. Just like Yuheng said, His brain doesn't seem to work very well, he can play well even with monsters.

Holding one in his hand, Su Chan had no choice but to squat down and talk to the bouncing Yao Guang, "The market hasn't opened yet, don't worry."

"Oh..." the little baby's discouragement was obvious, Yao Guang looked down at his toes, still holding a corner of the package in his hand, even his hair seemed to be soaked in disappointment, and suddenly drooped.Although Yuheng always likes to complain, it is unprincipled to spoil Yaoguang. He pulled Lasu Chan's long hair hanging on his chest in an old-fashioned way, and said in a low voice, "There are usually night parties in front of the ghost market. Sell some For small things that cannot be streamed, we can go and have a look first."

Yao Guang's eyes lit up, and she looked at Su Chan expectantly on tiptoe, being stared at by these two eyes, Su Chan, who was already soft-hearted, could only nod his head.

Although Qingyuan Temple is so ordinary that it cannot be more ordinary, except for the unreliable owner of the temple, there is no maverick Taoist temple from top to bottom, but the place surrounded by clouds and mists in the back mountain is actually connected to all walks of life, guided by talismans, All can come and go.

Su Chan is holding a doll in one hand, and every year it seems like going home to visit relatives. Everyone will be surprised when they first enter the ghost market, but as time goes on, they are no longer surprised.

The ghost market only opens once a year. When the drums sound on the [-]th and [-]rd of July, a scarlet gate will appear on the ground beside the Yellow Spring. On both sides are stone-carved angry-eyed Vajras, holding scriptures. This is a rule set by the owner of the ghost market, and there have been no exceptions for hundreds of years.

There will be some rare treasures sold in the ghost market, not to mention that they are not common in the world, even the old bastard who has lived for thousands of years may not be able to tell the history, and only such things can pass the threshold of the ghost market. Other small gadgets used for amusing can only take advantage of the annual ghost market and set up stalls outside the door in advance. After a long time, they have grown to a huge scale, almost comparable to the imperial city on New Year's Eve. It is extremely lively, called For "Night Party".

In the night party, there are all kinds of teachings and all kinds of things. In addition to selling things, they also sell information. Although they usually gather in twos and threes to discuss which adult's movements, but today they seem to be more restless. Even Yao Guang's dull nerves feel that something is wrong.

Su Chan can only think of four people who can make such a restless night market so restless: the emperor of the world, the master of the underworld, the lord of Mount Tai and the lord of demons.All in all, it is strange to a certain extent.

"Ah! Touch the soul pen." When Su Chan was thinking about who is so boring, he actually spared time to go shopping, Yu Heng, who has always been prudent, let out an exclamation. With a small body, he pointed to a brush that was completely black but had a natural cinnabar color at the tip, looked back at Su Chan and said, "Master, buy it."

"..." Did you agree to spend no money?

What's more, the soul-pointing pen is not a good thing, a few copper coins are enough, and the young Taoist priests who are just getting started almost have one, which is not bad for dealing with little monsters and monsters. The rich and noble families who caused disasters cheated a lot of money, so the soul touch pen is also called a "liar", which is despised by others.

Yuheng looked at Su Chan seriously, and said again, "Master, I think you need something like this."

"..." How poor is it?

"Excuse me... is this Mr. Su?" The little fairy who sells things is very shallow, his feet can't be transformed into shape, and he can't see the roots of any plants. He moves slowly by pawing on the ground, his face is slightly flushed , took a look at Su Chan and quickly lowered his head, "I can give you the Soul Touch Pen."

"Thanks……"

Another "thank you" word didn't make Su Chan finish politely, suddenly a group of monsters rushed up, saying "it's Mr. Su!" while handing things to him, in a short time, he actually looked like a pixiu. Yes, gathered a bunch of babies.

Although Su Chan smiled apologetically, he was stupefied... Although he was popular, as a Taoist priest who occasionally subdued demons, he wasn't so good, right?