It's not easy being a master

Yun Mo sneered and said, "You still need to beg? He wished he could find a like-minded person to go with him."

Seeing Yun Mo's complexion, Shi Yi'an didn't dare to say any more, he laughed dryly and prepared to run away.But Yun Mo stopped him.

"You take this thing with you." Yun Mo picked up the jade on the table and threw it to Shi Yi'an.

Shi Yi'an raised his hand to catch Fei Cui and asked, "What are you doing with this?"

"Do you think going to the ghost market is the same as you going to the night market? Take it with you first, and we'll talk about the rest when you come back." After speaking, Yun Mo took the box and Shi Shiran went back to the room.Shi Yi'an was left standing alone in the yard holding the jade and blowing the cold wind.

My uncle stays out all night on No. 30 of every lunar month, which makes Shi Yian's curiosity overflow. After several times of questioning, my uncle finally reveals the truth. The [-]th day of every lunar month is the day when the ghost market opens. day.The ghost market here is not the kind of ghost market in the Panjiayuan Antique Market. The ghost market that my uncle went to is a real market where people, monsters and ghosts mingle.

Usually, the ghost market is located in a place where yin and yang meet. The buyers and sellers may be people or ghosts. Here, you can buy anything that cannot be bought outside, as long as you have the same value. of exchange.

Shi Yi'an begged my uncle for a long time, and then my uncle reluctantly agreed to take Shi Yi'an to see and see, the premise is not to tell others.After all, in the ghost market, there are all kinds of people from all walks of life, and the Shi family is a glamorous and noble family. To use a sentence that looks a little pretentious, there is a certain status in mixing with them.In addition, many Taoist priests of heaven are too greedy in the ghost market, and finally go astray all the way on the broad road of life, so the old man of the teacher's family is extremely disgusted with the ghost market.If the old man knew that my uncle had brought his grandson, whom he had high hopes for, to this kind of place, it would definitely make my uncle feel overwhelmed.

At ten o'clock in the evening, Shi Yi'an turned off the lights as usual, but instead of going to bed as usual, he sat there fully dressed and waited for his uncle's arrival.How should I describe this feeling? It's weird, it's like a young lady in ancient times wants to elope with her lover.

Not long after, Shi Yi'an heard his uncle's knock on the door.Yun Mo was very cooperative and didn't come out to "catch the adulterer" on the spot, so the lover took the eldest lady and went out of the Siwei Residence smoothly.

"Uncle, I told Yun Mo today that I would not come back at night, but Yun Mo guessed what we were going to do." Shi Yi'an felt that it would be safer to report this kind of thing in advance.

The uncle waved his hand and said, "It doesn't matter, Yun Mo is not a troublesome person."

The two went all the way to the gate of Shi's house. The one-eyed old man was still guarding the gate today. Fortunately, it was dark and Shi Yi'an couldn't see each other clearly.There is a wide asphalt road outside Shi's house, and a familiar jeep is parked on the side of the road.Lao Lin in the car turned his head and smiled kindly. If there was no two-finger-wide scar on his neck, Shi Yi'an would definitely feel that this smile is more kind.No wonder he always felt that Lao Lin's words were leaking, and his feelings were broken.

"Uncle Lin." Shi Yian nodded politely.

"Master Sun, good evening."

But now there is no time for the two of them to be courteous, the uncle opened the co-pilot's door, and urged in a low voice: "What are the ink marks, get in the car."

Shi Yi'an hurriedly got into the car and closed the door heavily.I didn't expect such a dilapidated car to have an air conditioner inside. Although it wasn't very clean inside, it was at least very warm.The car was running extremely smoothly on the winding mountain road. Shi Yian sat in the car and looked at the scenery outside, unconsciously feeling heavy eyelids.

"Hey, wake up, we're at the place." Shi Yi'an didn't know how long he had slept, but it was as if he had already arrived at the place when he closed his eyes.

My uncle led Shi Yi'an along a small dirt road. On both sides of the dirt road were parked modern cars, ancient carriages, and several cars that looked like they were made of paper, parked pale under the moonlight. , making people feel chilled suddenly.Shi Yi'an also saw two headless horses tied to a nearby tree. When the horses moved their hooves, the blood on their necks was thrown onto the white car next to them. Any thoughts.

In the distance, a gloomy archway stands alone in an open space.

In front of the archway stood an old man, hunched over and carrying a white lantern.The uncle walked over and took out a wooden sign tied with a red string from his pocket, and waved it in front of him.

"Yin and Yang combine together." Uncle said.

The old man looked up at Shi Yi'an behind him, and asked hoarsely, "Who is that?"

"The person I brought." The uncle took Shi Yi'an by the shoulder and led him into the archway.

Shi Yi'an stepped into the archway, and there was an earth-shaking change in front of his eyes. Behind the archway was no longer a wasteland but a bustling small street. There were street stalls on both sides of the street. The stalls sold things he had never seen before. past things.Shi Yi'an is like a grandma Liu who has just entered the Grand View Garden. She sees everything new, wants to ask about everything, and wants to touch everything.He saw a beautifully shaped jar on the street stall, it didn't look like a prop, but rather an ancient object from a few years ago, so he wanted to pick it up and look at it carefully, but he was grabbed by the uncle next to him.

"Move around, that thing is called a blood-sucking vessel, and it is an extremely evil thing. You'd better not mess around with things you don't know in the ghost market." The uncle dragged Shi Yi'an forward.

But after a few steps, Shi Yi'an saw a girl in a floral skirt kneeling by the side of the road.Shi Yi'an stopped to look at the wooden sign in front of her, and then realized the whole story.This girl was killed by a group of FU and GUAN second-generation LJs, but those people did not know what to do, and they were finally released without charge. Her father was also mad at this incident, so under the guidance of some old ghosts, , she came to Ghost City, the purpose is to find someone here to avenge her.

"Sir, as long as you can avenge me, you can even use my soul to make alchemy." The girl kowtowed twice to Shi Yixing, and looked at Shi Yi'an expectantly.

"I'm sorry, I can't help you." After saying that, Shi Yi'an ran away in embarrassment.

Seeing Shi Yi'an's appearance, my uncle said: "As a celestial master, you will encounter more such things in the future. First of all, you must learn to distinguish between true and false. You must know whether the other party is lying to you or not. In using your sympathy, secondly, you have to understand that you are a celestial master, what are your responsibilities, and what are your rights. Don’t let your ability blind your heart.”

Shi Yi'an lowered his head to ponder what his uncle said, but before he could figure out why, he was overwhelmed by the cries from the side.

"The talisman handed down by the Zhang family, don't miss it when you pass by, 1000 yuan each, first come, first served." There was a middle-aged man selling talisman paper on the side of the road. He was thin and smart, with a mustache and a loud voice. There is a small stall covered with talisman papers of various colors.Those talisman paper paintings of various colors are exquisite and complicated, and at first glance they are different from those used by Shi Yi'an.

"Selling fake talisman papers here again." The uncle squatted on the opposite side of the stall, with a familiar tone, picked up a stack of red talisman papers and turned them upside down in his hand: "Returning the talisman to the ancestors, you have some professional ethics, okay? The talisman paper of your town house is all wrong."

Hearing what my uncle said, the man said angrily as if his tail had been stepped on: "Senior Brother, don't talk nonsense and ruin my reputation. I can't guarantee other talisman papers. You can see this talisman paper." Didn't look carefully."

The uncle picked up the talisman paper with a chuckle, and continued to say unforgivingly while looking at his mouth: "I don't know you yet, last time the talisman papers were painted in the wrong color, you--"

The uncle's words stopped abruptly, he stuffed the talisman paper into his pocket, and said, "Let's make a price."

The man chuckled, and finally sang a turn-around serf song. He wished he could sing a bazaar while dancing, cleared his throat and said, "One hundred thousand."

"Zhang Ke, I think you don't plan to do business in the ghost market anymore." The uncle clapped his hands and stood up. It's one thing to be willing to pay for good talisman papers, but it's another thing to be taken advantage of. up.

"Just kidding, the two brothers are still talking about money, it's too hurtful, so take it." Zhang Ke waved his hand and said, it didn't seem like a joke.

Uncle is not the kind of person who likes to take advantage of his friends, he still said: "I don't have so much cash, go back to the bank and transfer the money to you, you won't lose money."

After the two left, Shi Yi'an couldn't help asking curiously: "What is that talisman paper?"

"The town house talisman." The uncle took out the talisman paper, looked at his loot with satisfaction and said happily: "The drawing is really ugly."

"What's the difference between this talisman and the others?" Shi Yi'an asked.

The uncle smiled and said: "This is the cover in the town house talisman, one cover is worth five, and it will not take much effort to suppress dozens of ghosts in one go."

"..."

"That kid is a descendant of the Zhang family. He doesn't have much ability to catch and exorcise demons. He makes a living selling talismans in the ghost market all year round. Occasionally, he will sell some good things passed down from the Zhang family and buy them for those who don't know the goods. It's better to let an expert like me carry forward this good thing." The uncle put the talisman paper away properly, and pulled Shi Yi'an to continue to search for good things.

A man wearing a black hood passed by Shi Yi'an. The smell of rotting corpses emanating from under the hood made Shi Yi'an nauseated.The man with the hood turned his head to look at Shi Yi'an, revealing a face that had been so corroded that no facial features could be seen.Even so, Shi Yi'an still felt the malice from the other party.

The uncle pulled Shi Yi'an behind him and stared at him vigilantly.Why did he forget about this? Now Shi Yi'an exudes a seductive aura smell all over his body. He is like a piece of Tang monk meat. Now, there may be many ghosts and ghosts squatting in the dark facing Shi Yi. An was drooling, maybe Shi Yi'an would be snatched away by some jackal if he was not careful.A sense of mission to escort Tang Seng to the West to learn scriptures arises spontaneously.

The hooded zombie obviously felt that the uncle was not easy to mess with, and walked away with three steps.The uncle turned his head, saw the red rope around Shi Yi'an's neck, and said in a low voice, "It's still Yun Mo's thoughtfulness."

"Ah?" Shi Yi'an was a little dazed, he still hadn't figured out what happened.

"Hang the emerald outside, so that others can tell that you are covered by the fox clan, and those little demons and imps who lack mana will naturally not dare to entangle you." While speaking, the uncle reached out and touched the emerald. The fox continued: "I'll add some blindfolds on top of it, more or less able to cover your spiritual power."

Only then did Shi Yi'an remember what his uncle had said to him before about the "big pill theory", and suddenly a feeling that he would never die if he didn't do it, why he insisted on dying at that time to come to see and see, now it's too late to regret it.

But with my uncle by my side, nothing major would happen.Shi Yi'an also relaxed his mind and continued to stroll. He saw an old lady sitting a few steps away, with a low table in front of it, and various bulging lucky bags on it.The brightly colored silk blessing bags are embroidered with naive fat dolls, some of which are wearing cute little bellybands and carrying small lanterns, some are holding the bags, and some are looking at people with their cute little buttocks.The embroidery is exquisite and attractive, which seems out of place in this gloomy ghost city.

Shi Yi'an walked over and squatted in front of the small table, picked up a red bag, on which were embroidered two little dolls fighting, and the two immature faces showed a viciousness that did not match their age, obviously they were all used Bright embroidery thread, but it just makes Shi Yi'an feel eerie.

"Young man, do you want a brat?" The old lady raised her wrinkled face and asked kindly.

"Little devil?" Shi Yi'an turned to look at his uncle.

The uncle stood there and said: "These bags are filled with fetuses that have just formed and have been aborted. They made these fetuses into mummies and put them in body bags to drive their souls."

This bag is full of mummies...

Shi Yi put the bag back on the small table lightly with a dull face, smiled at the old lady and said, "Thank you, I don't need it, I thought it was a lucky bag."

"It's okay. If you want a little ghost in the future, you can find my old woman. I can't guarantee anything else. Among the people who make little ghosts in the whole ghost street, there is no one more professional than me."

"Okay." Shi Yi'an almost fled away, until he was more than ten meters away from the stall, he was still unconsciously wiping the hand that had grabbed the body bag on his clothes.

"Is there nothing normal in it?" Shi Yi'an asked with a troubled expression.

The uncle had seen enough of Shi Yi'an's jokes, and said with a smile: "This is a ghost market, and of course the things you buy and sell are all things that don't exist outside. Don't think that little ghosts are disgusting things. They follow their masters and do things to accumulate virtue. Yes. For those brats, it’s actually a kind of practice.”