The full-level celestial master became popular after being dressed as a craftsman

Yan's house is not far from Rong's house, although there is no traffic jam at night, there are still lights in the capital at [-] or [-] o'clock.

On the street, young people passed by the car window from time to time. Xue Jin was not used to riding in a car, and he started to feel sleepy after a while.

Yan Lai looked in the rearview mirror and saw that he tilted his head and closed his eyes, taking the time to reach out and adjust the temperature of the car's air conditioner.

The headlights illuminated the road ahead, I don't know if it was his illusion, Yan Laichao only felt that the road in front of him was suddenly dark for a moment.

The car body turned the corner, only to hear a small "pop" sound, as if it had penetrated some thin barrier.

In the blink of an eye from Yan Laichao, a light suddenly lit up at the end of the road.

Pulling over to the side and turning off the engine, Yan Lai looked into the distance, and suddenly a red lantern appeared in the field of vision, hanging there out of thin air. There was obviously no wind, but the tassels below were swaying slightly.

"Did you hit a ghost?"

Yan Laichao didn't feel scared, he patted the sleeping Xue Jinshi sideways, frowning a little unhappy.

Why do these ghosts always appear rashly, don't they have eyes?

With the evil spirits blocking the way, the vehicle will definitely not be able to drive out. In this case, Xue Jinshi can only be woken up.

Yan Laichao suddenly regretted that he hadn't approached his mother in the past few days, otherwise there was no need for him to take action on such a trivial matter.

Tsk, just fell asleep.

"Wake up." Yan Laichao gently pushed Xue Jinshi.

This movement was very light, and if you had to change it to a heavy one, you would definitely not feel it at all. Thanks to Xue Jin's keen senses, Yan Laichao woke up as soon as he touched him.

The moment Xue Jin opened his eyes, his eyes were clear, and he didn't look like someone who was woken up at all.

The strong yin energy surged in front of him, Xue Jin didn't watch the banquet, he felt it, and he clicked on the phone, the screen lit up, and the time on it showed 00:00.

The night of the full moon, the moment of magic.

Xue Jin raised his eyebrows, and said, "I really encountered a ghost market."

Yan Laichao remembered what he said when he got into the car, and laughed when he realized it: "You've opened your mouth."

Xue Jin straightened his upper body, stretched his arms, stretched his waist, half-closed his eyes after yawning, and looked over there.

Not far away, the red lanterns are particularly eye-catching.

He said, "Would you like to see it?"

Yan Laichao was surprised: "Can living people enter the ghost market?"

"Yes, why not, go in vertically and come out horizontally."

"Then you still go to see it?"

Xue Jin narrowed his eyes and smiled, patted the back of Yan Laichao's hand, and teased: "Why do you believe what I say?"

Realizing that he was being tricked, Yan Lai choked up, Yu Zu: "...Can you tell the truth in one sentence you say?"

"Of course there are truths." Xue Jin said.

Yan Laichao: "Which sentence?"

"The ghost market, living people can also enter, and I'm here, what are you afraid of?"

Xue Jin was thinking about the banquet that he said he wanted to enter Taoism, and said: "Xuanmen can communicate with yin and yang, walk between these two worlds, eat food from the underworld, and there are many good things in the ghost market. Ordinary people may It can’t be used, but it’s a good thing for Taoists.”

"Of course, the premise is that you can distinguish the real thing from the nonsense."

Yan Lai frowned, and made an analogy: "An alternative black market?"

"more or less."

After seeing him getting excited, even his eyes lit up a lot, Yan Laichao asked: "Are you not in a hurry to go back now?"

Xue Jin put his hands on the backrest, propped up his chin, and said lazily: "It's rare to come across a ghost market, so let's go and have a look first."

"Okay." Yan Laichao didn't refute him at all, he opened his mouth to agree, and turned sideways to unbuckle his seat belt.

The next moment, a dark wind blew up and roared towards him. Yan Laichao raised his eyes and met a pale face outside the car window.

His heartbeat was not chaotic, the ghost outside the window moved stiffly, his face was expressionless, his facial features were messy and ugly, and he couldn't see clearly when he was hidden in the shadows.

It knocked on the car window, and there was a small "rustling" sound from its body. It grinned to reveal its dark mouth, and its voice was mechanically weird.

"Ghost city in Beijing, vehicles are prohibited."

Yan Lai turned to look at Xue Jin, who was looking at the ghost outside the window with great interest.

Sensing the gaze, Xue Jin nodded: "Go down."

The two got out of the car.

Yan Laichao was very courageous, since he was a child, few things could scare him. He opened the car door, passed the ghost directly, and walked around to stand beside Xue Jinshi.

After standing up, he could see the whole picture of the ghost knocking on the window clearly.

It is only about 1.5 meters high. From the chest of the two, their clothes and hair are messy, and they hold a strangely shaped red lantern in their hands.

Seeing him sized up and pondering, Xue Jin told Yan Laichao, "This is a man made of paper."

Yan Laichao was surprised: "Paper sticks can also become ghosts?"

"Don't underestimate it. As a ghost weapon, paper sticks are inherently evil."

Xue Jin said: "This kind of femininity with a human form is the easiest to breed evil spirits. Every time a paper stick wakes up, it must kill the creator, paint the eyes with the blood of a stranger, and complete the spiritual point to be truly reborn."

Yan Lai moved towards his heart, and looked at the paper. He happened to see the right hand of the lantern, which was stained with a large area of ​​jet black, and the stench of the nose appeared and disappeared, like the smell of blood.

When the red mist on the lantern took a closer look, he realized that it was not a red lantern, but a white lantern that had been completely dyed red, and there was even undried blood under it, dripping continuously.

Zhizha stood where he was, his back was stiff, and he turned a deaf ear to what the two said, as if he didn't know they were talking about himself.

Such a thing has killed people.

Guessing what Yan Laichao was thinking, Xue Jin laughed out loud, and he stopped smiling when the other party looked over.

"Don't look at it, this paper stick hasn't killed anyone, or it hasn't completely killed anyone."

Yan Lai looked at him, Xue Jin continued.

"The paper bundles that have been completed are flexible and vivid, and they are as lifelike as ordinary people. They will not look like this half-finished painting."

Yan Laichao has now been tricked into becoming immune by him, his expression didn't change, instead he took advantage of the situation and asked him: "Then what does it do?"

Xue Jin guessed: "Maybe it was a big ghost in the ghost market, who was buried with him after his death. It is equivalent to a servant of the big ghost, and was sent to the ghost market to guide the way."

He tugged on Yan Laichao's sleeves, and ordered Zhi Zha: "You, lead the way."

The paper sticks moved when they heard the sound, making a "rustling" sound of paper rubbing, and their steps were as light as nothing, and they walked forward with the lantern in hand.

Xue Jin tugged at Yan Laichao's cuffs, and followed behind Zhi Zha.

There are various ways to enter the ghost market. Those with invitations can enter by themselves, those without invitations can accidentally break in, and some people can be invited by ghosts in the ghost city.

Xue Jin touched his chin: "I don't know who the owner of this paper tie is."

Why did the other party invite them? It was Yan Laichao or him who invited them.

The road of paper cable ties is very strange. As soon as you step up, the touch you step on is not the hard feeling of asphalt, but the soft soil with potholes.

But when I looked down, it was still a smooth concrete floor.

"Is this illusion, or blindfold?" Yan Laichao asked.

"Illusion." Xue Jin said: "Ghost markets are different in different places. I haven't been here in the capital, so I don't know much about it."

He changed the topic: "However, according to the legend, Huangquan Road is full of mud, with thorns and thorns all over the place... Lonely souls are sad on Huangquan Road. Without the guidance of ghosts, it is difficult for lonely souls and wild ghosts to walk."

Yan Lai looked around and became a little interested: "Could it be that the ghost market is in the underworld?"

Xue Jin smiled: "How is it possible, a living soul cannot enter the underworld, and the Huangquan Road in the ghost city is just an imitation."

"So it's fake." Yan Lai nodded.

"Well, look." Xue Jin motioned him to look at the side of the road.

"The roadside of Huangquan is full of Bianhua, but Bianhua only grows in the underworld, rooted in the mud of Huangquan, drinking the water of the Santu River in the morning, and watered by the water of the Wangchuan River in the evening... There are no flowers and plants on these two sides, and it can be seen at a glance that it is an illusion. "

Yan Lai Chao turned around: "How do you know things in the underworld so clearly?"

Xue Jin grinned: "If I told you that I was Monkey King in my previous life, and that I would tamper with the book of life and death if I made a fuss..."

"Stop." Yan Laichao stopped him, "You can only believe half of what you say."

Xue Jin snorted: "Then you just believe half of it."

Soon, the two came to the end, the red lantern hung high on the left, the dead wood grew dark branches, and on the other side was a small oil lamp with green fireworks flickering on it.

The lamp fog and fireworks are constantly floating, but it is a continuous flow of liquid from a close look, dripping down bit by bit, but disappearing in ashes the moment it touches the ground.

"What kind of lamp is this?" So strange and weird.

Xue Jin said: "Have you heard of the Shark Lantern?"

It is said that thousands of years ago, a wealthy businessman in the South China Sea once captured sharks, and then used a secret method to put the sharks into the pot and boil them alive into shark fat.

The lamp oil made of shark fat can last for 3000 years, so it is also called the ever-bright lamp.

Such cruel and evil things can only be done by wicked people who have lost their conscience.

Yan Laichao frowned and hesitated: "Is this a shark lamp?"

"No." Xue Jin raised his eyebrows, but his words were extremely indifferent: "This is a ghost lamp."

"Some ghosts have done so many evil deeds that the eighteen hells are not enough to be sentenced, so they will be turned into ghost lamps, hung on the dead branches of Yin willows every day, and their souls will be burned for 3000 years."

Willows nourish yin, and withered willows are a great tonic for ghosts. After burning their souls like this, they are hanged and burned day and night, which is the most painful.

If the crime is less serious, it will be made into a ghost lantern, and when it burns to the point of death, it will be liberated.

Yinliu is the entrance to the ghost city, and the moment the two of them stepped in, they noticed a change in their bodies.

Yan Laichao turned his head to look at Xue Jinshi, and then his pupils shrank: "Your appearance..."

Xue Jin turned his head, black pupils and red robes, just like the boy he had seen in Nightmare.

"Look at what I do, from the moment the paper stick knocked on the window, our souls were separated, and our real bodies were still in the car."

Yan Lai looked down at his hands, his face stiffened: "Lihun is fine, but the question is, why are we all getting smaller?"

This hand has distinct joints, is slender and shiny, and it is clearly the hand of a young man.

Xue Jin thought it was funny that he had never seen the world, and he was amused: "There are no young and old on the road to Huangquan, and when we walked through that road, the illusion changed us all."

Stepping through the door, the lights in front of you are brightly lit, the red light mist and green fireworks are interspersed, countless ghosts appear out of thin air, and there are ghost stories in your ears, ghost mountains and ghost seas.

Yan Lai took a closer look, and sure enough, there were ghosts running around in the market, but almost all of them looked like teenagers.

Xue Jin said: "It's just an illusion, if you're not used to it, I can break it."

Yan Laichao turned his head to see the 16-year-old him, his eyes flickered for a moment, and said: "...No, I'm fine."

"Let's go then."

Xue Jin stretched out his hand and brushed it silently across his neck, and Yan Laichao's divine seal, which was about to be fully revealed because of his soul leaving his body, was immediately pressed back by him.

He thought, the two of them are considered friends now, and they don't need to be sneaky anymore in the future, and they can find a chance to tell Yan Laichao about the existence of this divine seal.

If there is a chance to meet the current Emperor Fengdu in the future, I will ask him about the seal of God.

Not all ghosts in the underworld are human beings, snakes, rats, foxes, etc. can also be seen everywhere.

Lanterns were hung all over the street, red and green. When passing by, you could hear the "cracking" sound of burning in the lights, and you even had the illusion of screaming and wailing.

The ghost market is also like the black market in the world. In order to hide their identities, some ghosts wear masks, either ferocious or beautiful.

It's just that these masks are so alive, it's like wearing a skull directly.

While Yan Laichao was observing, he turned around and found that Xue Jin was gone. Even though he knew that he was supernatural and these ghosts might not be able to hurt him in the slightest, Yan Laichao still suddenly panicked.

Fortunately, the next second, Xue Jin got out of nowhere, holding a brush in his hand.

"Tsk, I bought a pen from a hundred-year-old ghost. It should be good for drawing symbols."

There was a smile in Xue Jin's eyes, but when he raised his head and looked at Yan Laichao, he found that he had scorned himself in a rare way.

He frowned subconsciously and asked, "Has a ghost bullied you?"

Yan Lai walked over to gritted his teeth: "Of course."

Xue Jin thrust the pen into his belt, and said in a icy tone, "Who?"

The next moment, Yan Laichao's big hand pressed hard on the top of his head, and rubbed it several times in retaliation.

Xue Jin said: "...?"

"What are you doing?"

Slapping Yan Laichao's hand away, Xue Jin was rarely annoyed, looked at him with a frown, and wanted to ask Yan Laichao what he was pretending to be crazy about.

"Didn't you ask who bullied me?"

Yan Laichao: "The one who bullies me is you brat."

This title made Xue Jin feel goosebumps all over his body, and his teeth ached when he heard it.

"Don't be such a disgusting person."

Yan Laichao snorted coldly at him, "I don't want to be disgusted, next time don't say hello and disappear suddenly."

After understanding what he was angry about, Xue Jin was momentarily speechless and speechless.

With his sixteen or seventeen-year-old appearance now, it is acceptable to be called a stinky brat, of course, the premise is that when the banquet comes, that face is still in his twenties.

"Tsk." Xue Jin stretched out his hand to smooth his long hair, turned his head and said, "Okay, I will definitely bring you with me when I go shopping next time."

He changed the subject, turned to the corner of his clothes again, and said, "I see you have been staring at his mask just now, do you want it?"

"I want you to buy one." He dragged Yan Lai towards the ghost shop selling masks.

Yan Laichao choked, and retorted: "I just think their masks look weird."

"Why is it strange?"

Yan Laichao didn't want to buy a mask, but Xue Jin was pulling at the hem of his clothes, and he didn't want to let go.

"The strange thing is, those don't look like masks." They seem to be alive.

Thinking of this, Yan Laichao raised his eyes and happened to meet the owner of the ghost shop with masks. A fox mask on his head was lifelike, but his two fox eyes turned strangely.

This is a green-skinned kid, with a black body and fangs in his mouth.

Seeing a visitor coming to the door, he immediately bared his teeth and greeted him: "Do you two want to buy a mask? The masks here are the only ones in the ghost market. Each of them has an evil spirit imprisoned in it. Wearing it will give you a strong breath, and keep it for others Seeing the ghost, I was so frightened that I took a detour!"

In the ghost market, although most ghosts cannot directly harm strangers, they can kill each other. Some evil ghosts will kill ghosts to seize treasures if they cannot exchange things.

Later, this kind of evil spirit mask was born, using secret methods to seal the evil spirits in the mask and selling them to some weak ghosts. In this way, everyone wears masks, and you can't tell who is the real big ghost. Who is the kid who can be bullied.

When ghosts die, they will lose their souls, and most of them will not take this risk.

Xue Jin is strong in himself, but he has no need for this, and Yan Laichao also has a huge treasure, so he doesn't really need it.

But he saw that the masks placed in front of him were indeed exquisitely made, he picked and picked them, and finally picked up two, and took out a talisman from his pocket and handed it over.

The green-skinned kid took a look at the talisman and seal, and his heart was full of joy.

"Yin Qi Talisman? This is a good thing... Thank you boss!"

Yan Laichao looked at his skillful movements and was curious: "Why did you bring the Yin Qi Talisman?"

The yin qi talisman is of great benefit to the cultivation of ghosts, and it is usually drawn by Taoist priests who raise ghosts.

Xue Jin answered casually: "It's for a friend."

He turned around and handed a mask to Yan Laichao, made gestures on his face twice, and then put on another mask for himself.

He didn't need to talk to Yan Lai, he had fun first.

"That's what I call it, the fox pretends to be the tiger."

Yan Laichao watched him put on the fox mask, his eyes were smiling, and he touched the tiger on his hand. After a thought, he still put it on his face.

"Not bad, quite majestic." Xue Jin praised him.

Xue Jin had just dealt with the green-skinned kid, and he didn't hide it. The aura of the Yin Qi Talisman was obvious, and the eyes of many ghosts present were looking at him with covetous eyes.

More than a dozen pairs of eyes stared directly and sinisterly over, but Xue Jin turned a blind eye, calmly as if being watched by a Chinese cabbage.

Yan Lai looked around, he was wearing a tiger-head mask, his eyes were terrifying, in the eyes of all the ghosts, he was obviously an ordinary person, but they all avoided them staring at him.

But there are still those who don't give up.

The temptation of the Yin Qi Talisman is too great, they will not take strong measures, just like the green-skinned ghost, they can always exchange things, right?

"My lord, do you want to try Mengpo soup?"

The little ghost who came forward to inquire was tall and strong, more than two meters long, with a baby face, and still looked terrifying.

He was stooped, but his voice was hoarse and old.

"Mengpo soup?" Xue Jin looked him up and down.

The old ghost shyly covered his mouth: "We are not Mengpo gods, this Mengpo soup is an imitation...Although it is not as good as the genuine one, it is also very effective and can make ghosts forget their most painful memories."

There was a ghost next to him who looked down on him for coming out first, and immediately a female ghost pushed him away, saying disdainfully, "Who will buy your stuff? My lord is a living soul, what do you want this thing that can affect the dead?"

She smiled coquettishly at Xue Jinshi, squeezed the handkerchief with her withered hands, and said delicately, "My lord, take a look at the charm of my family, it can make men dizzy, all you need is a yin talisman~"

If you ignore the two lines of blood and tears shed in her eyes because of the intense emotion, she looks like a normal person.

"Go away, you don't even want that stuff!"

"My lord, look at mine. I have the ancestral Tang Sancai, which is priceless. I only need two Yin Qi talismans!"

"Look at my blood jade bracelet..."

"I have the memorial approved by Yongzheng!"

"My lord, look at this seal used by Qianlong!"

"Look at my...!"

……

They quarreled endlessly, and the ghost city of Nuo Da gathered together, all rushing towards this side, the will-o'-the-wisps flickering, if a person with a weak fire is passing by at this time, I'm afraid they might think someone is dancing late at night when they see it.

"Okay." Xue Jin said lightly, but it exploded in the ears of all the ghosts like a thunderbolt.

With his action, these ghosts immediately realized that he was not easy to mess with, so they immediately fell silent.

Xue Jin stretched out his hand and ticked it off: "You, take me to see your Mengpo soup."

The old ghost who was selected was overjoyed, and his hoarse voice was about to yell splits: "Okay!"

"What do you want this thing for?" Yan Laichao asked him while walking along without making a sound.

Xue Jin said: "Relieve the pain of a ghost. I just happened to be worried about this. I didn't expect someone to give me a pillow when I fell asleep."

Yan Laichao didn't expect him to be nice to people and ghosts, so he was silent for two seconds before asking, "Is that the friend you mentioned just now?"

To use the yin qi talisman, no matter how you look at it, you are not a living person, and now you have to buy some Mengpo soup.

He couldn't help asking, "How many good friends do you have?"

Xue Jin really counted on his fingers: "Two and a half, you, Fu Huanyu, and Qi Lin... just want Meng Potang. He is not in a good condition and has been falling asleep. Let's count it as half. .”

Hearing that he was included in it, Yan Laichao was pleasantly surprised for a moment, but when he thought of the word "friend", he felt heartbroken again.

Tsk, who wants to be friends.

The old ghost has been leading the way cautiously and excitedly, constantly talking about how good his imitation Mengpo soup is, and wants to have another bowl after drinking it.

Ghost floated very fast, and Xue Jin followed quickly. Yan Laichao tried floating for the first time, and he was not used to it for a while.

Before arriving at the destination, a ghost suddenly blocked the way, and the ghost gloated at the old ghost and said, "You can't get the Yin Qi Talisman, Meng Po Tang was smashed by the God Meng Po~"

"what?"

The old ghost suddenly stopped on the spot, and kept spinning in circles anxiously, his yin energy surging, showing that his emotions fluctuated too much.

Xue Jin didn't leave either. He narrowed his eyes and thought of the God Meng Po that the ghost was talking about, turned his head to look at Yan Laichao again, and then asked, "Grandma Meng is here?"

Everyone knew that he had a yin qi talisman in his hand, and the talking ghost immediately flattered him: "Yes, yes, God Meng Po is here. If you want Meng Po soup, you might as well go to God Meng directly~"

Yan Laichao didn't know much about ghosts and gods in the underworld, so he drew his brows together and asked, "Is there any danger?"

Xue Jin shook his head: "Po Meng has guarded the bridge of Naihe for thousands of years. Although she is an existence comparable to Yama in the Ten Temples, she has a very kind temper and never takes the initiative to attack strangers."

In the end, the old ghost apologized to him with a mournful grimace: "Hold on, I'm sorry, my lord...I really can't do it anymore. I was taken away for being a pirated version, and Meng Poshen wants to arrest me and go to hell. I don't want the Yin Qi Talisman. I still hurry up and run away." Bar!"

As he spoke, there was smoke under his feet, and he was about to run away immediately.

But he didn't expect that at the next moment, a white damask burst out of the air, passed through the crowd of ghosts, wrapped around the old ghost's body layer by layer, and strangled the old ghost tightly, which almost didn't knock him out of his wits.

Xue Jin's temple twitched, and the moment he sensed the danger, he immediately pushed the banquet away and came to court.

In the next second, Bai Ling swept over, and neither of them could run away. The two of them joined together, and were entangled and quickly pulled towards one direction.

Xue Jin only felt that his forehead was twitching, and he was very depressed: "This Meng Po has too much temper."

Yan Laichao couldn't feel anything, and he couldn't feel the whistling wind in his ears because of the extremely fast flight.

The only thing I felt was my beating heart.

Being tied together...that's too close.

As soon as Xue Jin raised his head, he saw Yan Laichao's complexion turned red suddenly, and he looked very strange, and he became nervous: "What's wrong with you, you won't be strangled to death, right?"

Although Po Meng tied them up and pulled them over, she had no intention of killing them, so it shouldn't cause any harm.

Yan Laichao felt that he was a little ashamed, looked away, and gritted his teeth: "It's okay, I'm just a little dizzy."

Before they finished speaking, the wind suddenly stopped, and the two were taken under a bridge, surrounded by ghosts, and in front of them was a winding river.

There was a man standing at the end of the bridge, with a white skirt and white hair, holding a white umbrella, his right finger bones were not covered by skin and flesh, and his fingertips were painted with red Danko.

Her pupils were pitch black, the end of her eyes and lips were purple, and there was a brightly blooming Bana flower in her hair.

"You guys want my Mengpo soup?"

The author has something to say: Po Meng: Fighting piracy is everyone's responsibility.

This chapter was originally an update tomorrow, but I made it a point to release it when my hands were shaking.

Then tomorrow night at [-]:[-], it will only be changed by [-], bitter

Happy Lantern Festival everyone

感谢在2022-02-1423:20:32~2022-02-1521:19:34期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the grenade: Blood Tears Wuxin 1;

Thanks to the little angel who threw the landmine: Xuelei Wuxin, 1 cypress son;

Thanks to the little angel of the irrigation nutrient solution: 5 bottles of Qingshui Yanjiu; 1 bottle of Cypress;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!