Don't Discriminate Against Species

Hungry Ghost Festival, also known as Ghost Festival.People mourn the dead relatives on this day and burn paper ingots for them to express their thoughts.On the night of the [-]th to the [-]th day of the seventh month of the lunar calendar, someone will light a stick of incense in a remote path, draw a circle with lime, and burn paper money for their relatives.

Fearing that lonely ghosts will snatch the things they burned for their loved ones, people will randomly burn some paper money beside them, which is regarded as a favor.So at this time, it is also a good day for homeless ghosts, because they who are not worshiped by incense can also have money to spend in a fair manner.

Ghosts with strong bodies, quick eyes and quick hands, can always grab the most money to please. Those who are not in good health can only count on luck, and pick up a little money to spend when they catch up with someone who burns paper.

Wang Erma was an otaku before his death. After growing up in an orphanage, he relied on the Internet to live as a sailor. He usually relied on takeaway online shopping for food and clothing. He hardly went out except for throwing garbage.At the moment before he died, he thought that he had lived for nearly 30 years without even touching his sister's hand.

The date of reincarnation is not yet, and no one pays homage to him. After finally waiting for the Ghost Festival, the door of ghosts is wide open. He has thin arms and legs, and he can't win against other ghosts.After being photographed on the wall by other ghosts countless times, he has given up his plan to grab "please money".

Not exercising during his lifetime, but bullied by ghosts after his death, Wang Erma was very disappointed with himself in his lifetime. If he knew about exercising at that time, how could he be reduced to the ghost he is now?

Floating tens of meters away, he saw a family burning paper money in a corner. After the paper money was burned, it appeared in the hands of several ghosts nearby.He sighed and turned to walk in the other direction.

Being abused by a couple in life, and being abused by a ghost after death, it is really unpleasant to live or die.

A young man walked across the street, wearing a very ordinary long-sleeved shirt and jeans, Wang Erma was a little envious, he was so good-looking, he must be a winner in life.

"I'll be right back, I'll be there in five minutes." Fu Li and Kunpeng made an appointment to go out to eat beef noodles, but Zhuang Qing suddenly informed him that he would have to work overtime tonight, so he had to hurry back.

Walking through the zebra crossing, Fu Li saw a skinny young man wearing glasses looking at him eagerly, so he stopped, took out a few pieces of yellow paper on his body, and turned them into ingots, and presented them in front of the young man. After burning, he hurried to the management department.

Holding several ingots in his hands, Wang Erma stared blankly at the back of the handsome guy, with a dazed expression.Did that person burn it to him because he saw him just now?

"Did you see that idiot showing off his wealth in front of him, thinking that he has a few ingots of ingots and holding them in his hand to show off, is it amazing to be rich?"

Wang Erma came back to his senses, saw a few ghosts pointing at him not far away, and hurriedly picked up the Yuanbao.

Wealth is not revealed, and wealth is not revealed.

Fu Li rushed to the management department, no other colleagues were there, only the door of Zhuang Qing's office was still lit, he knocked on the door of Zhuang Qing's office: "Just the two of us working overtime tonight?"

"The ghost market will open tonight, and many demon cultivators and human cultivators will join in the fun. Now we attach great importance to food safety and the quality and safety of items. The ghost market is held in the human world. If something happens, our management department will take responsibility." Zhuang Qing stood up and straightened her suit jacket, "Hard work on you tonight, and follow me to take care of safety issues."

"Okay, okay." Fu Li agreed without thinking, "Then I'm leaving now?"

"What's the hurry, the ghost market is only open when the gate is open." Zhuang Qing pointed to the chair opposite her, "Sit down first, and I'll tell you some common sense in the cultivation world."

Seeing Zhuang Qing's serious face, Fu Li sat down obediently, although his heart had already flown to the ghost market.

"The current demon world is very different from thousands of years ago, and geniuses and treasures are even rarer..." Zhuang Qing told Fu Li about the current level of cultivation in the demon world, the preciousness of pills, and the differences between races. The relationship and contradiction between them emphasizes how rare and important those things in Fu Li are.

After living in the human world for a few months, Fu Li already knew that everyone in the cultivation world had to live a very good life, but he didn't expect it to be so miserable.

The elixir he used as a snack in the past turned out to be a rare item now, and the aura was far inferior to before.The medicinal materials are grown artificially. How can these planted medicines compare to the panacea that absorbs the essence of heaven and earth?

The inheritance of cultivation techniques is broken, the elixir is lost, the human race is flourishing, the spiritual energy in the world is gradually fading, and the demon world is almost surviving in the cracks.It's no wonder that most of the current demon cultivators are not high-level. It turns out that they are not motivated, but the environment does not allow it.

"It's time for you to take care of yourself. The world of comprehension seems to be calm now. If the big monsters appear frequently, I can't guarantee whether this peace can be maintained." Zhuang Qing sighed, "You have been cultivated by the monsters in the mountains. You're so naive, you don't know the world, the human world is not as beautiful as you imagined."

Fu Li stared blankly at Zhuang Qing, not knowing what to say.

"Children who seem immature and innocent can steal your things while you are not paying attention. Weak and helpless old people may also be liars. The weak are not necessarily weak, and the strong may not necessarily protect others." Zhuang Qing Looking into Shang Fuli's eyes, "Whether you are a human or a demon, you are always selfish in your bones."

Fu Li blinked, and stared at Zhuang Qing's beautiful eyes.

These eyes are too clean, Zhuang Qing feels like a villain tearing apart the beauty, but since Fu Li is already in the human world, he will understand these truths sooner or later.Instead of waiting for him to suffer to understand this, it is better to let him be the villain.Reaching out to cover Fu Li's eyes, Zhuang Qing sneered: "Your kindness may be stupid in the eyes of others."

The long eyelashes brushed gently against his palm, a little itchy.

"Do you think so too?" Fu Li asked curiously.

Zhuang Qing was silent for a moment: "It's not what I think, but the current world is like this." He put down his hands, turned and looked out the window, "Zi Shi is almost here, let's go."

Fu Li looked out the window, then at Zhuang Qing, with a bright smile on his face: "Then let's hurry up."

Looking at his dazzling smile, Zhuang Qing felt that what she just said didn't seem to have any effect at all.But for some reason, he didn't feel angry, instead, he was vaguely grateful.

As soon as midnight arrived, the sky seemed to be torn open, revealing the pavilions and pavilions inside, and then the brilliance shone, the pavilions in the sky disappeared, and there was a bustling market in a certain mountain forest.

There is a legend in the world that on the night of the Ghost Festival, if someone can see the gate of heaven open, they will get countless gold and silver ingots.If you are brave and want to hear the voices of ghosts, you can lie down under the grape trellis, and there will be voices coming from the ground.But legends are legends. Human beings who have seen Tianmen do not know that it is not Tianmen, but the gate of hell.

Fu Li and Zhuang Qing came to the mountain on a cloud, and the market has already started to be lively.As soon as they arrived at the gate of the market, ghost messengers in ancient government uniforms stopped them and asked them about their identities.

Fu Li looked at Zhuang Qing, these ghost messengers were still wearing costumes hundreds of years ago, and they didn't know Zhuang Qing yet. Didn't Zhuang Qing come to patrol the ghost market before?

"I am the head of the Management Department of the Realm of Human Realm, and he is my employee." Zhuang Qing handed a jade plaque to the ghost yamen servant, who took the jade token and looked at it, with a look of shock on his face, and said again and again: " It turned out to be Master Zhuang Qing, the villain has eyes but no pearls, so he is far away."

"Haihan, my lords, there are rules in the ghost market. Anyone who enters the ghost market must wear fancy clothes and wear a crown. You see..." The ghost yamen servant's tone was a little uneasy, afraid of offending Zhuang Qing.

"Do as the Romans do, you should." Fu Li just wanted to join in the fun, and it didn't matter what clothes he wore.As soon as he finished speaking, the shirt and jeans on his body disappeared, and he turned into a noble man in a jade crown and brocade robe.Zhuang Qing glanced at him, then changed into a long robe and came out in silence.

Fu Li was dressed in white, but he was wearing a black brocade robe. At first glance, Zhuang Qing was the mature and stable elder brother, while Fu Li was the younger brother who was taken out by his elder brother to increase his knowledge.

Entering the gate of the ghost city, lanterns are hung inside, people come and go, and there are countless beauties.There are Song Dynasty female ghosts with lotus steps, mighty generals in war robes, and demon cultivators with animal ears.

"Master Zhuang Qing!" Seeing Zhuang Qing, the demon cultivators all showed a bit of horror and awe, as if they didn't expect Zhuang Qing to appear in this place.

A rat demon even wanted to give Zhuang Qing something from the stall, but his hands were shaking so much that he couldn't even hold the thing steadily.

"This fellow Taoist, don't be nervous. We are just on a routine patrol. Please don't get me wrong." Seeing that Zhuang Qing remained silent with a sullen face, Fu Li hurriedly reached out and took out the things that the rat demon had stuffed into Zhuang Qing's arms, and put them back into the rat demon's chest. On the stall, "Everyone should do what they want to do."

The demon cultivators looked at each other with subtle expressions.

"Why do you have such strange expressions?" Fu Li looked serious, "Could it be that you are selling fake and shoddy products?"

"No, no." The demon cultivators shook their heads in unison, not daring to look around anymore.

After walking past the stalls set up by these demon cultivators, Zhuang Qing said: "These are demon cultivators who hardly come out of the mountain, and they don't have good demon certificates, so they are a little nervous when they see us."

"It turned out to be a black household." Fu Li turned to look at those demon cultivators, who were whispering to each other, seeing him turn their heads, they all stopped talking.

"Some monsters like the prosperity of the human world, but some monsters don't want to have contact with humans." Zhuang Qing said flatly, "The purpose of the management office is to allow these cultivators to choose the life they want."

Fu Li looked at the almost endless street, and suddenly said: "You are really amazing."

Zhuang Qing tilted his head to look at him, and raised his eyebrows after a while: "Even if you flatter me, the leader, I won't open the back door for you during the year-end evaluation." After saying this, he strode forward .

"At a young age, don't be so extreme in your thinking, so I can't praise you sincerely?" Fu Li hurriedly followed.

Not far away, there are ghosts performing rolling oil pans and walking nail boards, and even throwing their heads off as a ball. The taste is very strong, but there are many ghosts and demons watching.

"This is an educational performance of the [-]th floor of hell. It warns people and demons not to do evil, otherwise it will be their end." Seeing Fu Li stepping on his feet to watch these uncreative performances, Zhuang Qing's eyes were indifferent.

A long time ago, when he came to the ghost market, he performed the same thing, but the ghost of the performance changed.

"That's really educational." Fu Li saw that after a ghost took off his head, even the intestines were stuck to his neck, he quickly turned his head away, "It's just that the taste is a bit strong."

Not far from the Hell Educational Performance, a wonton shop opened. Fu Li saw the old man cooking wontons cut off a handful of his own beard and threw it into the soup. The ghost cultivators and little demons next to him immediately surrounded them and fought over it. Rushing to buy wontons.Fu Li suddenly realized that ginseng essence is in the realm of comprehension, does it rely on this to get rich?

On the opposite side of the street, there are a few female ghosts performing the Yuyi Nishang Dance. The sign outside says that Tang Minghuang composed the music and Yang Guifei choreographed the dance. It is the most complete and highly restored Yuyi Nishang Dance in the world.Although I don't know if it's true or not, but the dance was really good, and there were a lot of applauding male ghosts and demons around the stage.Some male ghosts wore crooked robes and glasses, which looked a bit ridiculous.

"Pass by, don't miss it, Hua Tuo brand painkiller, Guan Yu agreed to use it!"

"Come and see, Diaochan brand beauty cream, Diaochan's favorite beauty cream."

"Come and see this fellow daoist, how about this Momo sword? What, he actually said that my sword is worthless, do you know who his brother is, has Mo Xie heard of it?"

"Sell pipas, sell pipas, men buy them as gifts for girlfriends, women buy them as beautiful and mysterious. It has magic circle blessings on it, which can resist the attack of the power of the transformation stage..."

Fu Li looked at all kinds of messy goods on the street, and pointed to the iron sword named Mo Mo: "Zhuang Qing, Mo Xiejian still has a younger brother?"

"It's all a lie." Zhuang Qing pulled Fu Li back, "Don't look at it."

"Oh." Fu Li took two steps, then pointed to a carved sandalwood incense fan on a booth and said, "Is that really Emperor Wu's favorite fan? How about we buy it back for Chaoyun, she must be very happy. "

"When Emperor Wu was in power, there was no such fan." Zhuang Qing grabbed Fu Li's belt to prevent him from walking around.

"Ah, it's also a lie." Fu Li slumped his shoulders, "Why are these ghosts and demons not honest at all."

"En." Zhuang Qing smiled, but the smile was fleeting, "Do you know how dark this society is?"

Fu Li suddenly pointed to a signboard in front of him, his expression a little excited: "Human eye candy, now you are not allowed to eat people!"

"That's candy made of longan." Zhuang Qing's hand hooking Fu Li's belt remained motionless.

Fu Li: ...

"There are grilled fish sellers there, let's go and buy two." Fu Li suddenly regained his energy.

Zhuang Qing sighed helplessly. He, a 900-year-old dragon, could only accompany Fu Li, a [-]-year-old demon, eating grilled fish while walking.Occasionally, a passerby would secretly look at Zhuang Qing, Zhuang Qing glanced over, and those eyes disappeared immediately.

After eating the grilled fish, Fu Li threw the bamboo stick into the rattan basket for garbage on the side of the street, turned his head and was amused by the old-fashioned street cross talk, took out a pearl and threw it into the bowl handed by the other party.

The performer thought happily, who is this rich man so generous? When he looked up, he almost knocked over the bowl. How could Zhuang Qing be here?He plagiarized the cross talk jokes of those cross talk masters before his death, and was discovered?

Zhuang Qing glanced at the pearls in the bowl, turned her head to see Fu Li who was smiling and rolled his eyes, and said to Fu Li, "Go ahead and have a look."

"Oh." Fu Li nodded obediently, and followed Zhuang Qing to squeeze out from the crowd of ghosts.A few phantoms were babbling on the stage, singing joys and sorrows, life and death, love and hate, Fu Li couldn't understand, but seeing that there were not many audiences in front of their stage, he took out a pearl and threw it into the opponent's bowl.

Zhuang Qing couldn't help but asked, "Do you have many pearls?"

"Human currency cannot be used here, and you said those medicinal herbs are all rare, so the most valuable things here are these sea pearls." Fu Li was a little nervous, did he do something wrong again?

"Compared with sea pearls, they may prefer loose silver." Zhuang Qing handed Fu Li a bag of broken silver, "You give them this."

"So that's the case, thank you." Fu Li took the broken silver, and happily tipped the ghosts of various performances.Zhuang Qing followed behind him expressionlessly, staring at the gift bowl with a particularly indifferent look.

After walking around and playing for two or three hours, Fu Li's excitement finally lost half of it, and the bag of loose silver that Zhuang Qing gave him was almost used up.

"My lords, why don't you rest here with the old lady?"

Fu Li followed the sound and saw a woman in a purple dress looking at him with a smile. There was a stall in front of her, but there were no customers.There is a signboard next to the stall with the words "Five Flavors Soup" written on it.

"What is five-flavored soup?" Fu Li walked to the stall and found a row of pottery pots, each pot filled with soup of a different color.

"Life has five flavors, and my soup contains joy, anger, love, hatred, and sorrow." The woman's eyes passed Fu Li and stopped in front of Zhuang Qing, "Which one do you two want to drink?"

Seeing that Fu Li didn't answer, she scooped a bowl of soup from the happy pot and handed it to Fu Li: "You can taste this, it can bring you supreme joy."

Zhuang Qing reached out and blocked the bowl.

"What does Dragon Lord mean?" The woman looked at Zhuang Qing with a smile, the hot orange soup in her hand was steady, and she didn't spill half of it.

"How can you taste the five flavors of life with a bowl of soup." Fu Li shook his head and said, "I don't think there is any need for it."

"That's all." Seeing that Fu Li refused, the woman put down the bowl.He brought a bowl of colorless soup to Zhuang Qing, "Dragon Lord, after drinking this bowl of soup, ghosts will forget their present life. But if a living person drinks it, they may remember their past lives. Would you like to have a taste, Mr. Dragon?" taste?"

"Master Meng really knows how to joke." The word "laugh" was on his lips, but Zhuang Qing showed no expression on his face, "I'm not interested in the illusory past life, and I don't want to pay the price of drinking this bowl of soup."

"I made a joke with Mr. Long Jun, please don't mind Mr. Long." The woman is also the legendary Meng Po. She made a blessing to Zhuang Qing, "I haven't seen you in 500 years, and Mr. Long is now Majesty, let the beasts of the world be subdued."

Zhuang Qing replied with a half bow: "It's Mrs. Meng's joke, it's still the same."

Granny Meng smiled: "If I meet Lord Long again next time, I may make such a joke again."

Zhuang Qing didn't speak, and there was no joy or anger on his face.

The smile on Granny Meng's face was even bigger, she turned her head to look carefully at Fu Li, and bowed solemnly: "Fellow Daoist, please don't mind my old joke."

"It's okay." Fu Li shook his head and said with a smile, "Although I don't drink soup, these soups are very beautiful."

"I have made soup for thousands of years in the underworld, so practice makes perfect." Meng Po said, "Half of the ghost market is over, don't waste your time, let's continue to enjoy it."

Hearing the word "appreciation", Fu Li remembered that he was here to patrol with Zhuang Qing tonight, not that Zhuang Qing was here to play with him.He glanced at Zhuang Qing with some guilt, and secretly heaved a sigh of relief seeing that Zhuang Qing had no expression.

After leaving Po Meng's soup shop, Zhuang Qing pointed to a small shop in front of him, "Go to the shop in front and have a seat."

"Okay." Fu Li thought that Zhuang Qing was tired, so he nodded in agreement.

Entering the store, it is a food shop, the dishes are all fish, shrimp and crab, the chef is a whale demon, and the guys inside are all ghosts.Zhuang Qing's arrival caused a small commotion in the store, but in front of the delicious food, everyone seemed to be more courageous, at least no one was so frightened that he dropped his chopsticks and ran away.

The dishes ordered came to the table quickly, Zhuang Qing tasted the chopsticks and put them down with an unclear expression.The shop is still the same shop, and the cook is still the whale, but he no longer has the same hesitation and panic as before.

"What's the matter?" Fu Li tasted the fish that Zhuang Qing had eaten, and it tasted very good, even better than Bao Yu, who claimed to be the chief chef of the palace.

"It's nothing." Zhuang Qing shook her head, turned around and looked at the passers-by outside the store, took out a kit, and handed it to the clerk next to her.

"My lord, you, you've given me too much." The waiter didn't know Zhuang Qing, but from the attitudes of the diners around, he could tell that this person's status was not simple.Seeing that the other party gave so many things suddenly, he was a little scared.

"Not much." Zhuang Qing pointed to the whale cooking in the back kitchen, "This is 500 years of interest."

"You owe money to this boss?" Fu Li was a little surprised, he didn't expect that Zhuang Qing would also be in debt.

"Yeah." Zhuang Qing raised his chopsticks and picked up a prawn, "I was not sensible when I was young, and I had no money to go out, so I ate the boss's meal."

He thought that he would never appear in this place again, and he would not have to remember his embarrassing appearance back then, but when he set foot in this place again, he realized that everything he thought was nothing more than that.

"Boss." The man walked to the back kitchen and handed the kit full of spirit beads and pearls to the Whale Demon. "This was given by a guest. He said... is this 500 years of interest?"

There are rules in the ghost market, property and goods are cleared, no credit is allowed, if found, they will be chased and killed by the demon world.That guest looks very dignified, how could he owe the boss money?

"500 years ago?" The aged whale demon took the kit, "Who is it?"

"That's the guest." The clerk pointed the whale demon to the person who gave the money through the curtain.

"Dragon energy lingers, extraordinary merit..." The whale demon looked at the man in the black brocade robe, and suddenly thought of a half-grown child from 500 years ago.The child was covered in blood and his aura was disordered, so he ordered a kind of soup to replenish his vitality.

Later, the child ran away in a hurry after drinking the soup, and he watched the child run away without calling him.After so many years, he thought that the half-blood dragon without the protection of the elders had already died in the mouths of other monster races, but he never expected to see each other again after 500 years.

Fu Li noticed that there was an extra bowl of soup on the table, he looked up and said, "Man, we didn't order this."

The man laughed and said, "The boss said that he gave it to an old friend."