"There aren't many people at the moment. You can find a place to wait first, or you can go for a walk first. It's only three or four miles from here to the end." Wu Nuxia said to him, "While we're at it,
There's no one around now, so I'm going to set up a stall and get rid of these things first. When there are more people, I'm afraid I'll run into someone I can recognize, so I'll give you some money after I sell them."
"Then I'll go for a walk."
"OK!"
Wu Nuxia randomly found an empty seat, took out the sword she picked up yesterday from her horse, and placed it on the spot.
There was a tall, thin man with his face covered next to him, and he made a pitiful voice: "This lady, it's not you who is usually here..."
"Guan! 伱! Shit! Thing!"
Wu Nuxia spoke every word, and her cold eyes made the man shut his mouth.
The Taoist smiled when he saw this. This was the heroine showing him the rules of this place.
Lowering his head and looking at the girl next to him, the Taoist stepped forward, and the cry of Wu Nuxia could be heard behind him:
"The sword, the sword...
"The best Taoquan sword...
"Tanxi Sword..."
A man next to him, who was full of sour odor, blew on the fire stick, and a big flame lit up with sparks. He lit the oil lamp. He held the oil lamp and looked at the Taoist who was walking in front of him, and then crossed each other's eyes. He waited for the Taoist to leave.
By the time, he had already sat down cross-legged, and the oil lamp was placed in front of his stall.
Looking through the dim light, they are some precious vessels.
With a strong aura of death, they were probably burial objects.
The Taoist withdrew his gaze and continued to move forward.
The screams of the heroine behind him were also far away.
Along the way, I passed by countless people. In this ghost market, martial arts warriors only accounted for a small part of them, and there were more people of all kinds. Very few people clearly identified themselves as Taoist priests and girls.
When the face is revealed, most people can only see a pair of eyes.
Some people murmured to themselves, talking about the inner affairs of the palace and the disputes in the court, all of which were things that outsiders did not dare to talk about easily.
The Taoist looked at them, and they looked at the Taoist.
Taoists don't care about them, and they don't care about Taoists either.
It was still early and there were few vendors and customers, so I took advantage of the deserted scene to take a look at this crack in the ground.
The stone walls on both sides of the seam in the ground are natural, either rough or smooth, and the texture of the stone layers is deep or shallow, all as if they were cracked naturally. However, if there is a great power that can tear the earth apart with great supernatural power, then the cracks on both sides will also be cracked.
It looks like this, so I can't tell whether the rumors are true or false.
But the stone walls on both sides are so interesting.
This seam in the ground is outside the city. It is deep and long. There are countless branches between the main seam. It is adjacent to the capital. Except at noon, the sun cannot shine underneath. Naturally, it is a place for homeless people and beggars.
It is a hiding place for wanted criminals and even monsters and ghosts.
There are traces of them everywhere.
Looking at the stone walls on both sides, wherever they can be carved, there are all kinds of graffiti left.
There are both murals and texts.
There are also irregular lines.
Judging from the traces, some were left by hard objects such as stones, while others were carved by sharp objects such as swords and daggers.
The Taoist held a lantern and held it close to look at and think carefully.
Some murals are very simple, just outlined with the simplest lines, and have the purest primitive emotions. Some murals are very exquisite, engraved with various animals, plants and human gods and Buddhas. It can be seen that the author has considerable expertise in sculpture and painting.
Despite their high attainments, I don’t know how this kind of people ended up here.
Some are peaceful and peaceful, and some are twisted and wanton.
Others are just random drawings.
The engraved characters are even more complicated.
Just talking about handwriting, ranging from ugly to quite elegant, you can actually find it here.
Looking at the content, there are simple and peaceful narratives, names, names, who ended up here in what year and month, and under what circumstances they wrote this line. There are also curses, scolding parents, enemies, and officials. Correspondingly,
There were all kinds of curses and filthy words. There were also questions, asking God, asking the court, and asking myself why I was here.
If you pray sincerely, you want to get rid of the embarrassment, or if you believe that there is no cure for your sins, pray for God's forgiveness, and pray that your family will not be harmed.
There are even poems and articles, many of which are well written.
Before the ghost market was formed, the people who lived here were either destitute and homeless, or they were trying to escape from something. In the darkness, these two stone walls carried their thoughts, emotions and hopes.
The Taoist sometimes raised the lantern, sometimes put it on the ground, and looked at them one by one, as if he could see them at that time.
Years and time are all stored in it.
Looking at it, I felt quite emotional.
Isn't this a kind of practice?
I think a few years from now, if this place is still there, it will become a landscape.
I just don’t know if the characters on these murals will still be there at that time, whether they can still be read clearly, and whether future generations will be able to know their age and get a glimpse of the people who lived here.
The little girl next to him didn't know what he was looking at. She just followed him for a while and then lost interest. But she also had her own way of playing. There were some scattered stalls on the roadside that could trigger her from time to time.
If something interests her, she will walk over and squat down to look at it. When the Taoist leaves, she will immediately catch up with him.
As the time got later and later, the place became more and more lively.
All kinds of people gather here.
People were stationed in the grottoes dug out on both sides of the crack in the ground. Anyone who had a wooden door opened the door one after another. They either lit lanterns, candles, or oil lamps. This crack in the ground suddenly had many lights, and these people also occupied the edge of the stone wall.
In most locations, it would be much more difficult for a Taoist to get a closer look.
"Sanhua Empress."
The Taoist turned back to look at the little girl.
Sanhua Empress squatted in front of a stall again, looking very small.
What's interesting is that even a girl who is obviously only a few years old can clearly see the innocence and curiosity on her face. These vendors never chase her away, at most they just stare at her, wondering what she is thinking.
Only this time it's different.
The vendor in front of Sanhua Empress was a particularly short person, and the stall only had a piece of cloth, and there were some trinkets stolen from the tomb. Sanhua Empress was not looking at the stall, but at the stall owner, who was
He trembled under her gaze and did not dare to look at her.
"Sanhua Empress."
The Taoist walked over and called again.
The little girl looked up at him, then stood up and followed him back, looking back three times at a time.
"Another mouse."
"I told you not to keep staring at people like this."
"Ms. Sanhua is just taking a look."
"But Sanhua Empress is a cat goddess with unparalleled power. Now she has learned to read, which adds to her divine power. Rats are naturally timid and are naturally afraid of cats. Sanhua Empress will scare people."
"Are you so good at reading?"
"Of course." The Taoist said in a low voice, "Look at this world, aren't the most powerful people all those who can read?"
"Yes!"
Rats are clever by nature, there are many of them, and many of them have attained spiritual enlightenment, so it is not uncommon to encounter them.
But there are more monsters here than just that.
After just a few steps, he saw a tall figure approaching with a horse, covering his face with a cloth.
"How was your visit?"
"Quite interesting."
"Are you still shopping?"
"nature."
"Then let's go."
"The sales of Heroine are going quite smoothly?"
"Selling cheap."
As Wu Nuxia said, she took out a few pieces of broken silver from her arms, about the size of ten taels, and called her "Sanhua Empress". The girl turned around, saw the woman handing over the money, and immediately reached out to hold it.
"hey-hey……"
The woman couldn't help but grin.
The Taoist didn't say anything.
The craftsmanship of a high-quality sword is very complicated. Not counting other added value, a high-quality sword costs at least several thousand dollars. If it is produced by Taoquan Tanxi as Wu Nuxia said, it will be even more expensive. In many cases, one
The most valuable possessions in a warrior's body are the weapons in his hands.
However, the weapons in the hands of those Jianghu people should have more or less traces of use. They are not brand new. In addition, there are some problems and they are in a hurry to take action. Naturally, they have to make a lot of discounts.
This time I went shopping again and there were a lot of people.
There are both humans and demons.
What’s funny is that most of the people coming and going don’t want to show their true colors. Many of them are wearing cloaks and hoods, and the only face exposed is also covered with a hideous ghost mask, so that they can pretend to be themselves.
They look menacing, but the real demons try their best to pretend to be human.
Interesting, interesting...
The Taoist was carrying a lantern, without covering his face. He was carrying a half-person-long box slanted behind him, and he was leading a very beautiful girl. Walking on the road, he attracted the attention of many people.
"There are basically only a few types of things sold here. One is illegal gains, either from robbery, robbery, or corruption. The other is things that are not allowed to be sold in the city or are difficult to sell, such as every death penalty.
The human blood that flows out after beheadings, such as books banned by this dynasty, and news from the dynasty." Wu Nuxia continued to explain to him as she walked, "There are also things related to monsters and monsters. Of course, no matter what kind of things, there are real things in them.
If it’s fake, you have to be good at identifying it.”
Taoists listen carefully and watch carefully.
I just walked all the way down and didn't buy much. It was just a curiosity.
It's the same as buying it.
I bought 2 taels of herbal medicine from a medicine seller.
The medicine seller said this was the King of Human Grass because the grass has five leaves and the five leaves are gathered into a circle. The pattern on the circle is like a human face. No grass will grow where the grass grows. If you pick it, it will not wither for many days. The medicine seller
According to this, it is said that this herb is obtained by absorbing the essence of the surrounding heaven and earth, the sun and the moon, and using it to make elixirs and decoctions, it can make the body strong, youthful in appearance, and immune to all evils.
In fact, he didn't know it himself.
I just saw that this medicine was magical, so I picked it up and wanted to sell it to someone who knew the stuff. When Song You asked him about it, I made up a story.
In fact, the name of this grass is ghost-faced grass. It only grows in places where a large number of ghosts are haunted. There is no soil for it to grow in the normal world. It is said that there was a peerless ghost king in the north who turned everyone in the city into ghosts. At that time,
Under the influence of ghost energy and yin energy, the vegetation for dozens of miles below withered, and all the grass grew.
Changjing is so peaceful, where did the ghost-faced grass come from?
Song You originally just wanted to satisfy his curiosity and ask about the location, but the medicine seller was not willing to reveal it easily.
In the end, the heroine used coercion and inducement, and the Taoist explained the whole story, and he agreed to let the Taoist know if he bought it. In the end, the Taoist bought it, and he only gave a general direction.
It is Yeshan in Fengzhou, nearly a thousand miles south of Changjing.
Fengzhou produces ginseng. He went to harvest ginseng before and saw this plant by chance.
This actually surprised the Taoist.
If it is nearly a thousand miles to the north, it is still acceptable, because although it has not yet reached the border, it is already considered the north. I heard that after the war in the north, ten houses were empty, bandits were rampant, and monsters often appeared.