"Brothers, we are all ghosts in the world of the underworld, and we know very well the hardships of these lonely ghosts."

"In the city of Qiantang, the living are always on guard against the dead, just like those who print books, make clothes, and engrave gold and silver. They don't teach us to participate in the honorable business. Even if we pretend to be alive and hide it, if our identity is accidentally revealed for a moment, , immediately summoned the monks to drive him away, and the Taoist priests to kill him. I just got up early and stayed in the dark, scrimped and saved some money, and there were ghosts, wandering gods, evil spirits and scoundrels asking for money!"

"Not to mention that the divine light everywhere made our souls uneasy, the cold wind blew all over our bodies, and the cold fog made our bodies tremble and our teeth tremble from time to time. We are not at all as carefree as those who fly to the mountains."

"But why would hundreds of thousands of dead people in the city prefer to die in the city rather than seek refuge in Feilai Mountain?"

"It's not because of the hardship in the mountains! We eat grass and wild fruits, drink dew and cold springs, wear grass and leaves, trees and vines, and sleep in caves and forest streams. In Qiantang City, there are still Shigu sacrifices every month, and from time to time I can pick up some cold meat with residual fragrance, but in Feilai Mountain, the only company is the mountain breeze."

When it comes to making money and reincarnating, Huang Wei is always full of action, so he dragged Li Changan to Feilaishan that day.

Thanks to Fifth Sister He, there were no little ghosts blocking the way this time, and we soon met the leader of the ghosts in the mountains - Tong Hu at Pochi Taoist Temple.

Huangwei immediately drew a big cake for him, attracting many ghosts to come and watch. Soon, the Taoist temple was crowded with all kinds of evil ghosts. They showed various signs of death and were so fierce that if an ordinary mage saw it, he would have to go see the ancestor on the spot. .

Huang Wei calmly moved closer to Li Changan.

"But I have a little doubt. It is recorded in "Qian Tang Tong Zhi" that Feilai Mountain in the past was famous for its rich products. And from what I can see with my eyes, this statement is true. You guard the treasure mountain, but you can only sneak in from time to time. People who beg for food in the city are despised by the world and are given the bad name of 'the invisible thief'. It is really puzzling to think that he is holding a golden bowl and begging for food."

As soon as this statement came out, there was an uproar in the Taoist temple.

While everyone is bemoaning their situation, you tell them that you are solely to blame.

The group of ghosts were very irritable, Xiao Qi was the most impatient, and immediately said angrily:

"The yellow-haired face talks so rudely! There are more ghosts in the mountains than rats. Every time you dig up a fat worm, you have to be wary of being snatched by others. There are not even a bird in the forest. How can there be abundance?"

All the ghosts responded one after another, and the Yin Qi enveloped them miserably. Huang Wei took another step towards the Taoist priest.

He had been waiting for this sentence for a long time, smiled, and looked confident:

"There are so many fierce ghosts in the mountains, and the ferocious atmosphere is so deep that birds and beasts naturally dare not approach them. But let me ask you, is there honey in the mountains?"

The group of ghosts murmured for a while, "Nothing, a hanged ghost came out."

"There are many beehives in the woods in the north of the mountain, but the black blind man is watching closely, so we can't eat them."

Huang Wei nodded: "One pound of honey on the market is priced at 600 wen. If there is good royal jelly, the price is better than gold. It is not a lie."

He smiled and asked again: "Is there any firewood in the mountains?"

The ghosts laughed loudly: "There are vegetation everywhere in the mountains, how can there be no firewood?"

Huang Wei nodded again: "A load of firewood is 200 Wen, and a pound of charcoal is 30 Wen."

He asked again: "Are there bamboo shoots, mushrooms, chestnuts and other mountain products?"

At this time, the ghosts answered quickly: "There are large bamboo forests in Shanyang, and there is no shortage of bamboo shoots. As for mushrooms and chestnuts, we eat them every day."

Huang Wei nodded again: "Dried bamboo shoots are 400 Wen per catty, flower mushrooms are 25 Wen per catty, and chestnuts are 70 Wen per catty."

Ghosts are also transformed from humans.

The ghosts didn't understand Huang Wei's meaning. They had a chaotic quarrel, but Xiao Qi came out and shouted: "We all know what Huang Langjun said. It's just that the living are afraid of us and don't dare to come to the mountains to collect goods; we don't care about the city either."

If the temple is happy, if you get close to Qiantang, you will be expelled. No matter how valuable the things in the mountains are, they can't be sold, so what can we do?"

The ghosts responded with another commotion, and the evil spirit surged more and more.

The hanged ghost's long tongue was about to hit Huang Wei's face, and the headless ghost's neck blood spurted to the Taoist priest's feet... All kinds of ferocious and fierce appearances were almost right in front of his eyes!

Huangwei's legs and stomach were trembling, but for the sake of a small amount of money, he managed to stay calm and calm.

He smiled and pointed at himself and Li Changan, the meaning was self-evident.

"What does he mean? Give it to them? We don't even have enough to eat."

"Idiot! What he means is that they will help us sell it."

"Hey, who are you talking about, idiot?"

"Idiot said...you talkative talker, are you smart now? Just watch!"

Putting aside the struggling group of people, most of the fierce ghosts were already moved, but after all, there were too many heads and it was difficult to unify their opinions, so they were still in a quarrel.

Huangwei continued his efforts:

"Feilaishan has many products, but the most valuable ones are not honey, firewood, and mountain products, but medicinal herbs. Most of the Chinese medicinal herbs in Qiantang City are sold from other places and are expensive. As long as we transport the medicinal herbs out, we don't have to worry about sales.

Supplemented by all kinds of mountain goods, we can make money every month..."

He paused deliberately.

"Not worth a hundred taels!"

Huang Wei was so excited that he didn't care about being afraid.

"The grains on the market only cost ten yuan per catty, and pork is the cheapest, only four or fifty yuan per catty. Herbs are just weeds in the mountains, but they can be exchanged for countless rice and meat when sold for money. How can it not be better than eating in the wind and drinking dew?

"

Who is willing to eat grass roots if there is rice and meat? People want to live a good life, and so do ghosts. The Taoist temple was already noisy, and a ghost shouted loudly:

“Pork is stinky, but mutton is delicious!”

The Taoist priest complained that the front man was still eating worms, so this one thinks the pork is coquettish? But Huang Tail nodded firmly: "The mutton is twice as much as the pork, but it's only 80 yuan."

"You can't have meat without wine."

"It's easy to say, a pound of soju is 15 cents."

"I want salt! I want cloth!"

"A stone of salt costs 30 coins, and a foot of white coarse cloth also costs 30 coins."

How could the group of ghosts hold back, they all came to ask for sauce, vinegar, tea, raw heads, boots, pots, bowls, dice... even the decapitated ghost couldn't squeeze in, so he asked

The head was taken off and thrown over.

His head rolled around the Taoist priest's feet, shouting at the top of his lungs: "Chungong Tu! Chungong Tu!"

Li Changan kicked the "ball" far away as if nothing happened.

Huang Tail over there has already thrown out the last bargaining chip:

"I heard that the reason why Wannian Gong has been ill for a long time and difficult to cure is all due to the accumulation of resentment in the mountains. If I can exchange money for it, I might be able to invite a mage to go to the altar to pray for blessings and resolve resentments. In this way, can the pond of resentment in the mountains be cleared up and the entanglements can be cured?

What about Wannian Gong’s stubborn illness?”

This sentence seemed to have magic power, and the noisy Taoist temple suddenly became quiet. The ghosts focused their eyes on the bronze tiger, and every sight was full of hope.

Tonghu, who had been silent until now, finally spoke:

"We can't make the decision on this matter, so we must report it to my lord."

…………

"No."

It is still a courtyard transformed by branches and leaves.

Huangwei painted the cake again, but Wan Nianjun refused.

Huang Wei was anxious: "Lang Jun! This is the best of both worlds, why..."

Li Changan held him back: "Does Wan Nian Gong have concerns?"

Wan Niangong did not answer, but asked: "How do you two plan to collect mountain products and herbs?"

"All kinds of mountain products can be collected by everyone in the mountains. For the remaining herbs, we have negotiated with Wuniang. Initially, she can take the children up the mountain to collect herbs. When the business stabilizes, we will find a few dead people who know herbal medicine to replace them."

"That's it." Wannian Gong sighed, "That's why it can't be done."

He poured tea for the Taoist priest and Huang Wei: "The two of you planned well, but unfortunately it was too late."

Then he asked again: "The Taoist priest knows the Dharma and is knowledgeable about the mysteries. He should know the difference between serious ghosts and ordinary ghosts."

"I don't dare to take it seriously." Li Changan took a sip of tea and his whole body felt cool. "Ghosts are just dead people, but evil ghosts have too deep obsessions and too much resentment, and their minds can easily be robbed by vicious auras."

"When the Taoist priest went up the mountain, how many ghosts did he see?"

Li Changan really counted them.

"Forty to five."

Wannian Gong was silent for a while after hearing this, and then he sighed: "Two more are missing."

Tong Hu, who was standing next to him, quickly comforted him: "It's my fault that I failed to wait, and it's not my fault."

Wan Niangong waved his hand and asked again: "Has the Taoist priest ever seen the black pool at my feet?"

"Of course." Li Changan nodded. The pond of resentment was deep and wide, which impressed him deeply.

Wan Niangong smiled softly and said: "Such a big pool, how can it be built up by the grievances of dozens and hundreds of evil ghosts?"

He said calmly.

"For a thousand years, I have been ordered by the Heavenly Master to guard Feilai Mountain. At the same time, I have also taken in the evil ghosts hiding in the mountain and helped them resolve their grievances. But I overestimated my ability. The number of evil ghosts in the mountain increased every year. I resolved their grievances.

However, my ability has not increased. Over time, my resentment has condensed into a pool, eroding my roots from time to time. Two hundred years ago, the children in the mountains noticed my predicament and refused to hand over their resentment to me."

"The forty-five that the Taoist priest saw are the only remaining ghosts in the mountain who can suppress resentment and maintain reason. Most of the rest have scattered into the mountain. They are always tortured by resentment, and most of them have lost their human bodies. At the same time,

The trees, rocks, birds, beasts, and even miasma in the mountains combine to make them less awake and more mad. I can only restrain them reluctantly to prevent them from going down the mountain to cause trouble."
To be continued...