Xu Shujing rode a horse and took Wu Qi straight to the city. He followed him on Chongyang. Yasha was left at the corpse temple to take care of him and was relieved, waiting for the two servants of Jianyouwei.

At night, the sound of horse hooves on the streets was particularly clear, and there were only soldiers patrolling the fire at night along the road. When they saw that it was Xu Zhanjun, they immediately made way.

The two of them entered the city from the north gate, then followed the city wall to the east, and arrived at an independent mansion in Mingdefang, Waidong City.

Xu Shujing tied the horse to the stone lion on the side. The horse was tied with horse clamps on its mouth. It would not neigh at night, but was not afraid of disturbing the people.

"This is the house of the salt merchant Liu Sansi, and it also has some connection with the Taoist priest. Liu Sansi is the uncle of the rice merchant Liu Bowen. Please follow me."

Xu Shujing said, strides into the exterior wall of Liu's house, and two women in white stood under the lanterns in the alley ahead.

The woman on the left holds a bunch of flowers in her hand, and the woman on the right holds a bunch of hats. Both of them have white faces and red lips, and their eyes are dull, just like wooden sculptures.

"If you enter the ghost market, you need to pay for the road. This is the rule of the ghost market, and buyers and sellers must abide by it."

Xu Shujing skillfully took out two silvers from his pocket: "One tael of silver, or one ghost money, now the exchange of ghost money is similar to Kaiyuan Tongbao. Most of them use ghost money, but they can also be traded with silver or bartered with things."

He handed Wu Qi one: "The Taoist priest can buy flowers or hats based on his preferences, it's the same."

Wu Qi pinched the silver ounce and thought to himself that the entry fee for the ghost market was really high. No wonder he had never heard of the ghost market transactions in Fuyun before.

Fuyun Temple has long been so poor that it sells peaches and goes down the mountain to beg for alms. A high-consumption place like the Ghost Market does have nothing to do with them.

Xu Shujing bought a bouquet of flowers, while Wu Qi took a hat.

Both women took the silver and smiled stiffly, but didn't say anything.

Xu Shujing and Wu Qi passed by them and continued on their way.

This alley seems to be only a few feet long, but Wu Qi took a few steps and walked hundreds of steps to the end. The sides were not dark at all, and there was a firefly illumination in the air like fog and dew.

After passing by the corner ahead, Wu Qi finally saw others.

A female cultivator in yellow with a bun was also holding a flower in her hand. When she saw Wu Qi, she nodded and greeted her, and Wu Qi also responded politely.

After walking a few more steps, there was a small pool on the ground. The pool was dark green and dark, like thick ink.

The female cultivator in yellow threw the flowers in her hand gently and fell into the water.

Wu Qi saw that the flower in the cultivator's hand was wrapped in green water, and he changed his appearance in a flash, clearly a piece of dry arm.

Xu Shujing also abandoned the flowers in water and turned into a man's hand.

Wu Qi threw the hat into the water.

The green water absorbed and pulled, and the hat slowly turned into a shriveled head, floating on the water surface. Soon, both the arms and the head sank into the water.

"Master, go forward."

Xu Shujing led the way and crossed the pool. The front suddenly became clear, like a market.

Roadside vendors sit cross-legged against the wall or stand, and each placed trading items in front of them, which were all placed on a white cloth, which was very eye-catching.

Wu Qi looked around and looked around.

There are many types of trading species on white cloth, including various talismans, magic tools, jade pendants carrying magic spells, gold and stone spiritual materials, grass and trees anthers... but the most common one is a small black jar.

Wu Qi asked if he didn't understand, "What is that?"

Xu Shujing explained: "Yin Yu (jia) is a magic weapon specially used to warm ghosts. In fact, it is more like a ghost's luggage. When you are not suitable for walking during the day, you can bury the Yin Yu in the ground and drill into it yourself, so that you can practice and rest for a short period of time."

Wu Qi understood that it was the ghost's temporary tent.

If a ghost wants to go far away, Yin Ju is the basic magic weapon you need to carry, just like the three magic weapons of Taoist priests and the six treasures of monks and monks.

"Yin Guan itself has limited durability. It needs to absorb the yin energy of heaven and earth to nourish the device, so it will be impregnated by yang energy. A Yin Guan cannot be used for many years and needs to be replaced regularly. It is a consumable magic device."

"But Yin Yu is only a temporary replacement after all, and it is difficult to last for a long time. Ghosts will find a place to refine a ghost house, or buy a ready-made ghost house. This is not a mansion where ghosts appear, but a place of practice required by ghosts."

Xu Shujing walked slowly and said, "The best ghost house is in Mount Tai. It is where the power of the king of Mount Tai is located and the entrance to the underworld. The yin energy is like rain, which can warm the sun and ghosts the most. But every ghost house in Mount Tai is sky-high and has a limited location. Those who are able to buy Mount Tai are all ghost coaches and even ghost kings."

"Just like the second capital of the Tang Dynasty, the price of the Chang'an mansion in Kyoto is also amazingly high, and ordinary officials and merchants are unable to buy it."

Wu Qi is not surprised by this.

You must have a place to live, and you may be able to achieve it by working hard to accumulate money, but if you pursue higher and better conditions, you cannot do it just by hard work.

Land with extra value is favored by people, and the price will be difficult to drop. This is true for ordinary people, and so will monks. The blessing of cave heaven is the luxury mansion that monks dream of.

Wu Qi walked for a while and found a strange phenomenon in the ghost market.

Those who speak out are all buyers who visit the ghost market. Although their voices are also very small, they are all familiar with each other.

However, the vendors in the ghost market kept silent. They seemed to be observing some mysterious contract, and they exchanged their eyes, but just silently adjusted and fiddled with their own trading items.

When customers come to ask, they only compare gestures and hardly bargain.

If the negotiation is reached, the other party will give away the money and take away the things.

If the agreement cannot be reached, the vendor will ignore it, and the buyer has no choice but to compromise or leave in disappointment.

Xu Shujing patiently explained: "This is another rule that has been continued for many years in the Ghost Market. In order to avoid disrupting prices, Ghost Market vendors cannot speak out and can only write bid codes, one price for each item."

"Of course, after many years, the rules are still rules, but everyone has their own solutions... There are few actual constraints, and it can be regarded as a custom that has been passed down to this day."

Xu Shujing stopped in front of a vendor and stared at a strip of ink on the white cloth.

This ink strip is only long in index finger, and is engraved with the word "Yuan Fu".

The Confucian Buddhist artifact refined by the Yuanfu Palace in Maoshan.

But Xu Shujing just stopped and looked, but in the end she didn't ask for the price.

Wu Qi thought about it briefly and understood.

Among the three religions, the threshold for Confucian students is the lowest.

Any scholar who studies hard and perseveres can nurture literary light. The difference in talent is mostly reflected in the strength of literary light.

If a Confucian scholar passes the imperial examination, his articles will be transformed into the first treasure of literature and will be warmed up and edited. The stronger his literary spirit, the more he will be known, and even transformed into acquired magic weapons.

But once a Jinshi becomes a Jinshi, a Confucian scholar also faces four unavoidable words: wealth and companion law.

The four-character mantra may be late, but it is never absent.

Writing and discussing strategies and preaching scriptures is the only way for Confucian scholars to practice.

To write articles easier.

If a Confucian scholar, with the guidance of a famous teacher, can read the classics written by a great scholar, use the master to refine the four treasures of the study as a sword and pen, know the national policy and understand the people's livelihood, live in a place with beautiful mountains and rivers and full of spiritual energy, it will naturally be easier to write excellent articles and turn them into magnificent literary treasures.

Wu Qi had previously considered paying back the gift from Xu Shujing. Now it seems that the four treasures of the study are the most suitable.

He walked to the vendor: "Shop, how much is the price of this Yuanfugong ink strip?"

The seller is a monk, and he has five fingers.

"Is it five cents?"

The other party nodded.

Wu Qi sighed in his heart that if this Confucian monk wants to use something good, he has to burn money.

Five cents of ghost money are five taels of silver, and ink strips are consumables. Confucian scholars always write and don’t put together, so it’s only enough for a few months to use at most.

Wu Qi took out the white glaze porcelain jar from his back box: "I exchange this for it."

The other party evaluated the price and nodded in agreement.

Wu Qi put down the porcelain jar, picked up the ink strip and handed it to Xu Shujing next to him: "Since Lord Xu likes it, I will borrow flowers to offer Buddha."

His personal principle has always been that if you treat me well, I will not let you suffer any losses.

Xu Shujing waved his hand quickly: "It's not possible, Taoist priest, this Yuanfu Palace ink strip is too expensive..."

Wu Qi directly stuffed the ink stick into his hand: "Writing a posthumous article as soon as possible, and I'll have a cup of good tea at that time."

Xu Shujing couldn't resist, so he stopped refusing: "I dare not think about the articles passed down from generation to generation. If I can meet good tea in the future, I will definitely bring one to the Taoist priest."

Wu Qi didn't answer, and his attention was attracted by another person.

Facing towards him, a cold-eyed Taoist priest carrying two swords stood.

He is also an acquaintance.

Qingcheng Mountain Impermanence View, Ji Zhan.
Chapter completed!