Chapter 1041: Looking for someone in the ghost market
At this time, Sang Po pulled Ah Cheng, who looked careless, with a headache.
This kid... still doesn't know the seriousness of the matter!
"This ghost market is so big, how can we find it?" Sang had a headache, and immediately looked at Acheng, and slapped his shoulder with a whisk.
"oops!"
With a sound of pain, the little guy who had just been named Yinshan jumped out in a puff of blue smoke.
Sang smiled and grabbed the Yinshan boy's pigtails:
"Little guy, why are you so worried?"
The boy from Yinshan felt a little guilty:
"Well...I didn't know...that the ghost market this time would be so 'powerful'!"
"in the past……"
"Have you participated in it before?" Sang asked with a smile: "You, an elf who has never recorded the year you were born, do you really know about the ghost market?"
The Yinshan boy immediately lowered his head and muttered:
"I...I didn't think about it that much."
"I just looked at... Caichen felt a little pitiful..."
"If we can really find his parents..."
Sang shook his head.
"Well, looking at you like this, it's impossible for you to find Ning Qi."
At this time, Sang looked worried.
He and Zhao Zhenren have already separated.
The other party is a red-headed mage from the Lushan sect, so there is nothing to worry about.
I just pray that nothing happens to Ning Qi!
At this time, Sang looked around and saw that no one was watching, so he pulled Acheng to the side.
"Yinshan, you hide inside Cheng's body first and don't come out."
With that said, Sang took out a tortoise shell and a few copper coins from his arms.
Ah Cheng couldn't help but said: "Sang, do you want to...divide?"
Sang gestured for Acheng to be quiet, then took a deep breath, rolled his eyes and began to shake the coins in the turtle shell.
"Wow!"
"Wow!"
After the copper coins fell to the ground one after another, Sang twirled the coins with a solemn expression.
soon:
"This is……"
Sang's expression suddenly changed.
"What...what happened?" Acheng was a little frightened by Sang's movements.
"A bloody disaster! A sign of great misfortune!" Sang wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and hurriedly put away the copper coins and turtle shells: "Let's go! Let's go quickly!"
"We must find your brother immediately!"
With that said, Sang seemed to have found his position, immediately grabbed Acheng and ran in a hurry in one direction.
"Um... Sang, tell me first what's going on!" Acheng said, panting heavily.
Sang said in a deep voice: "A ghost market has its own rules!"
"As living people, you shouldn't have entered this place!"
"If your eldest brother accidentally breaks a taboo, he will die a happy death if his heart and liver are eaten!"
"I just pray now that your brother is just wandering around. If he really talks to the kind of monster who claims to be able to find the souls of the dead, then the problem will be..."
"Forget it, let's not talk so much!"
“I’ll remember one thing later!”
"Stand behind me, don't say anything! Don't do anything!"
"One more thing, the most important thing!"
"Never take off the mask!"
…
After a while, Sang took Acheng to the third floor of the ghost temple.
"Divination shows that it is nearby!"
Sang pressed his bamboo hat and looked around.
Then, his eyes fixed on a place that looked like a fortune-telling stall.
The four words "Yin Yang Ji Hui" were written on the pale white flag.
Sang turned to look at Acheng. After much thought, he picked up his beads and wrapped them around Acheng's wrist.
"Sang, what are you..."
"Shhh..." Sang Ning said: "Later, if I ask you to run away, you should follow the guidance of the Yinshan boy and leave quickly. My Buddhist beads can help you avoid bad luck three times."
With that said, Sang went straight to the fortune-telling stall.
The owner of this fortune-telling stall is a thin, middle-aged man wearing a weasel mask.
The man touched his mustache and said with a smile: "This husband looks... a little special!"
Sang snorted, waved his whisk, and took out a few copper coins from his sleeves.
"Huh? This is..." The man put the copper coin in his hand and looked at it carefully: "The longevity coin cast during the Qin Dynasty is considered the best amulet. It seems... this human young gentleman, what he wants is very
Big!"
Sang nodded: "I'm not looking for relatives, but... I want to ask, from the opening of the ghost market to now, has a person named Ning Qi or... a person named Zhang Qi looked for you?
"
The man was slightly startled, first looking at Sang, and then at Cheng, who was a little at a loss next to him.
Under the mask, his eyes revealed a cunning look:
"I see……"
"I finally understand why Mr. Lang is so anxious even though he has some abilities."
"But... this shouldn't be Lang Jun's first time entering the ghost market. You should know the rules of my kind of business that involves both yin and yang."
"No matter who you are, your employer's information, employer's problems, and employer's outcome cannot be disclosed!"
Sang Xin was in trouble, but he didn't dare to show his dissatisfaction.
Instead, he took out several identical longevity coins from his sleeve robe:
"how?"
"Nine pieces of immortality money, for you, can not only make up for the loss of Taoism after breaking the rules."
"And... it can also make your cultivation even further."
"You get a good deal on this deal."
The man took the copper coin with a smile and played with it in his hand:
"This immortality money... is indeed a good thing..."
"Old objects from the Qin Dynasty are rare now."
"but……"
The man looked at Sang, shook his head and said: "Rules are rules, they cannot be broken!"
"Besides, I might as well tell you."
"This time, the people who opened the ghost market in Lanxi Town are not ordinary people."
"Look, how many times have you seen the ghost market in this nine-story ghost temple?"
"The owner of the ghost market this time has great supernatural powers. You should leave quickly."
"As for the person you are looking for, just treat him as dead."
Ah Cheng on the side was furious when he heard this.
"I said, how do you talk..."
"A-Cheng!" Sang suddenly roared.
Acheng was startled and looked at Sang with some fear: "I...what happened to me?"
Sang said in a deep voice: "Have you forgotten what I just said?"
Ah Cheng opened his mouth, then lowered his head dejectedly.
Seeing this, the man said with a smile:
"Xiao Langjun, this friend of yours still knows the rules."
"You are just a mortal body, protected by a mask, so you are not noticed by the dead souls and demons around you."
"But if you piss me off, hehe..."
At this time, Sang stood up slowly and tilted his head slightly.
"Oh... they say people are pretty."
"Why are demons and monsters more terrifying than humans?"
"The rules can't be broken, right?"
"Um……"
Sang suddenly smiled, flicked the fly whisk, and said something without beginning or end:
"I see that you...are neither human nor immortal."
"You can only...be a...weasel!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the owner of the fortune-telling stall suddenly let out a shrill roar.
Immediately afterwards, his body began to expand rapidly under the surge of demonic energy.
A pair of fierce eyes directly broke the weasel's mask, revealing its true face as an animal.
"You...you are presumptuous!"
"How dare you break my practice!"
"You are also a person who follows the rules, how can you break the rules!"
Sang smiled and scratched the back of his head:
"You are right, I am indeed a bit shameless."
"But... I have practiced Zen and Buddhism, studied Yi and practiced Taoism over the years, and I have beaten up a lot of bald donkeys!"
"Finally, I finally realized it!"
"In this world, you should understand one thing."
"Whoever makes me unhappy, I will give you a word in return!"
Immediately, Sang took off his bamboo hat and threw it to Cheng:
"This sentence means...invading your mother's cave!"
The weasel demon let out a sharp roar, and its body gradually transformed into a weasel with the size of a tiger!
"presumptuous!"
"Before the Tao Xing dissipates, I will eat you too!"
As the weasel demon roared, its huge tail whipped hard like a whip.
Sang smiled coldly, raised the dust, and clasped his hands together:
"All conditioned phenomena are like bubbles in a dream! They are like dew and lightning. They should be viewed as such!"
The Buddhist scriptures sounded and the breeze spread.
Many bubbles suddenly appeared on the weasel demon's tail.
"Crack!"
"Crack!"
"Crack!"
After the bubbles exploded one after another, the weasel demon's tail directly exploded into shocking holes!
Under the pain of eating, the weasel demon became even more ferocious.
The surging demon power made its final struggle, causing strong winds to rise all around.
The momentum was so astonishing that many dead demons around him screamed.
"Sang!" Not far away, Acheng exclaimed.
Sang smiled: "A-Cheng, don't worry!"
Saying that, Sang slowly walked into the core of the strong wind, and a burst of laughter came from the wind and fell into everyone's ears:
"Better than farting?"
"Me too!"
Immediately, he whipped the whisk heavily.
Surrounding Sang, an even more frenzied storm pressed the weasel demon to the ground!
The weasel demon looked at Sang with a horrified expression:
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"No! Impossible!"
"You are just...a Buddhist practitioner who has broken the precepts. How...how can you have such a strong Taoist practice!"
In the strong wind, Sang's squinted eyes opened slightly, and a pair of scarlet demon eyes stared at the other party.
"This is..." The weasel demon said with fear on his face: "Eternal life jade, your eyes are immortal blood jade!"
"You...you and Kunlun..."
"Shhh..." Sang knelt down and stared at the other person with a smile. His slightly deep voice had a hint of joking: "Now...are you willing to break the rules?"
The weasel demon was trembling all over:
"yes!"
"yes!"
"I said!"
"The one named Ning Qi is looking for parents for the young man next to you!"
"But... the situation of his parents is a bit special, and their souls are not in the ghost gate!"
"It was... taken by another expert... to make... bone china!"
Sang's face darkened:
"Keep talking!"
The weasel demon stretched out his finger with difficulty: "That...that person is behind you...the boss of Sansheng Gambling House!"
"He...he is a big monster!"
"The one named Ning Qi has been in for a stick of incense!"
Sang smiled, narrowed his eyes slightly, and put on his mask again: