It turns out that Dian Ling Tea is extremely valuable to practitioners, but in the hands of ghosts, it is just a pile of broken leaves and fertilized goods dropped on the ground.
Since practitioners discovered the magical properties of this tea, the price has skyrocketed to the point where demand exceeds supply.
Therefore, several big mountains in Gushan are also interested in this profit.
"For this reason, several big yakshas attacked each other to seize territory in order to occupy the tea tree jungle, resulting in numerous casualties."
"Later, the God of Gushan Mountain asked him to stop and he calmed down."
Hao Yigong introduced, "Currently, there are five big hills in Gushan, all of which are controlled by Da Yaksha, who monopolizes the tea gardens in the mountains and exports some spiritual tea."
"They strictly control the outflow of tea. 80% of the Dingling tea exported to the outside world flows into Yunyang Temple, and the remaining 20% belongs to us wild monks."
The good righteous man smiled bitterly, "Fortunately, there is still a ghost market. In the ghost market, the price of Dian Ling Tea is far lower than the outside price. Even a wild monk like me can afford it."
"It's just that you can't take the tea out of the ghost market, otherwise you will be discovered by Da Yaksha's patrol minions and you will be killed immediately."
"Fellow Daoist Fu, please remember that this is one of the taboos that must not be touched in the ghost market. Those who touch it will die."
Wang Fu was not without regrets. It seemed that the ghost was not a fool, blocking other people's possibility of making huge profits.
It’s normal to think about it. Regarding the resources related to spiritual practice, only the big forces are qualified to monopolize them. People at the bottom can only eat some scraps. There is no chance of grabbing food from the tiger’s mouth.
"It's okay if you buy a half catty and drink it in the ghost market. It's not expensive." Good Lord Yi consoled him.
Wang Fu suddenly remembered an important thing, "What kind of transactions are used in the ghost market?"
The good righteous man replied, "Gold and silver only account for a small part and are not used in most transactions. Talismans are hard currency."
What?
Wang Fu was surprised and said, "Ghosts also collect talismans?"
The conscience of heaven and earth, the original intention of the talisman is to kill ghosts, but it can be used to trade with ghosts. Isn't this selling rat poison to rats?
"Why can't it be used?"
The good righteous man said seriously, "Living people still buy and sell swords to kill people. How can ghosts be an exception? Do you think that ghosts are all in harmony with each other?"
I see!
While the two were chatting, a pair of sisters walked in from outside. They were more enchanting than flowers and exuded waves of fragrance.
However, when the sisters walked into the tavern, the practitioners lowered their heads one by one. Some of the strong-minded ones wanted to look again, but were pulled away by their elders.
"Giggle!"
Among the sisters, the sexy and enchanting sister covered her mouth with a handkerchief and smiled, "Cousin, let's stay here!"
The sister on the side nodded, her bangs drooping, her eyes as charming as a deer, and she had a heart-warming charm, "Okay."
After the two sat down, they immediately greeted the waiter to serve wine and food.
"Get a fat deer and give us two jars of the best wine you have here."
Then, the sisters started talking as if no one was watching.
"Fellow Daoist Fu, stop looking, be careful not to fall in."
Wang Fu shook his head. He saw that the two candles were white, and they were obviously ghosts.
The good righteous man reminded him, "They are evil spirits. Don't mess with them."
Miscellaneous charm?
Seeing that Wang Fu didn't understand, Haoyi Gong explained, "The spirits in the mountains transform into shapes and are born to pursue desires. Once they break into the mortal world and offend the spirits of living people, they will become miscellaneous spirits."
"The charlatan is unclean. He hangs out in brothels and prostitutes. He has no taboos. He is a well-dressed man who is old and not picky about food."
"Everything mortals have, including essence, blood, viscera, and soul, is their food."
The good and righteous man shook his head, "It's just that these seemingly weak evil spirits are the hardest to kill. They confuse people's hearts and rely on mortals to survive. The men who have been victimized enjoy the tenderness and instead defend her and the others."
"Idiot, just step by step, you will end your life."
Wang Fu suddenly thought that the young stonemason he met on the way into the mountain was probably a mixed bag of charms.
The fat deer was brought to the table. It was very fresh, even after it was fresh, it was alive. It had been fed with distiller's lees and was full of the aroma of wine. It was so drunk that it could not move.
"Please, you're welcome."
The sister opened her mouth to the fat deer's nose and mouth, inhaled hard, and a large cloud of smoke floated out, and swallowed it.
The seemingly weak and pitiful sister dug her claws into the belly of the fat deer, took out the heart and liver, held it in the palm of her hand and ate it with a small mouthful.
Wang Fu felt it was too crude to live broadcast without coding.
The practitioners around me were not surprised at all. They had even seen people eating people alive, but they didn't take it seriously.
In the ghost market, they are outsiders. They must respect the customs and habits of the local residents and give them a certain amount of tolerance and understanding. Otherwise... they will never get out alive.
After a while, the fat deer turned into a pile of bones.
The two sisters were satisfied with their meal and began to talk while drinking.
"Sister, you have been practicing outside and I heard you are doing well. My sister is still thinking of going out to seek refuge with you. Why are you so panicked and returning to the mountains?"
The younger sister spoke slowly and licked the edges of her palms with her little sweet tongue. The blood stains on her arms made people blush.
My sister couldn't help but pour out her bitter words, "Sister, you don't know, we have hit a disaster star."
"Originally, our family ran a red shop outside. The sisters were of extremely high quality, customers came in like clouds, and the business was lucrative."
"Business is so good that my mother and others are thinking of opening a branch and asking me to be the madam and share the money."
"But, for no reason, a disaster star was provoked. Without saying a word, he killed all the aunts and sisters."
"I was lucky. I was assigned to inspect the location of the branch, and I narrowly escaped with my life."
When my sister said this, she seemed to think of terrible memories and trembled for a while.
"Who dares to do this? Auntie, isn't she a fierce ghost?"
Snap!
Two tables away, when the practitioners at that table heard the word "Li Gui", their hands shook and the bowls and chopsticks fell to the ground, smashing them to pieces.
However……
The elder sister added, "Not only my mother, but also the seventh elder sister, who was born a scholar last year, was promoted and became the second most powerful ghost in the family."
Two evil spirits!
The practitioners in the store all felt their throats were dry.
"However, these two fierce ghosts, together with so many fierce ghosts in the family, and the evil ghost-level clansmen, were all killed by the same person."
My sister was curious and asked, "Who is it?"
"A Taoist priest from Yunyang Temple, in the middle of Jiuqu, is too scary."
The charming pair of sisters gradually became less interested after mentioning Yunyang Temple. They chatted for a few more words, drank the wine, and hurriedly paid the gold and silver and left.
After they left, the practitioners in the store breathed a sigh of relief.
Good Lord Yi whispered to Wang Fu, "Did you hear that, within a hundred miles of Gushan, only Yunyang Temple is not afraid of these ghosts?"
Having said this, he said with a slight regret, "It's a pity that the threshold of Yunyang Temple is too high. When I participated in the selection of entry-level disciples, I was passed the first level and eliminated."