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Chapter 177: Yin Soldiers and Ghost Merchants!

In ordinary Taoist temples, those enshrined are usually statues of Sanqing gods, or other golden bodies of Taoist gods.

In the Taoist temple in front of me, the enshrined statues look very strange as a whole. Whether it is the face or other things, they are not statues in the ordinary sense at all.

The statue sat cross-legged on the lotus platform, with a weird smile on its face, just looking down at the people below. It had four arms and four hands, each of which was holding something.

The fat man tilted his head and looked at it for a while, but no matter how he looked at it, it didn't look like a magic weapon.

"That bronze mirror looks a bit like a gossip mirror, but it seems to be different!"

"What does he mean by holding a white candle in that hand?"

White candles offered to the dead, which god would normally take this thing?

"There is also that piece of red jade. The red color is clearly the color of blood. If you dye it with blood, you will get a jade stone. Who dares to hold it?"

Without a bit of Taoism and special fate, the blood jade can't be suppressed at all, bad luck is entangled, and life is cut off early.

"Look, he's still holding a leaf in his last hand!"

Not only the fat man noticed the weirdness of this Taoist temple, but several other people also saw the weirdness of the statue clearly.

No matter how you look at it, this statue is not normal!
The weird smile on the statue's face made them feel cold and hairy after staring at it for a long time.

Taoist temples enshrining such statues make people feel uncomfortable from the bottom of their hearts. Are all Taoist temples in the ghost city like this?
Scratching his head, the fat man finally decided not to enter this Taoist temple.

"Forget about this Taoist temple, let's advance to the city! If you want to find out what's going on in the ghost city, you won't find any useful clues here!"

Scratching his own hair, the fat man strode down the mountain first.

The Baiwu Mountain in reality is very close to the Baiwu Mountain here, and the mountain road is not bad, so they quickly found the way down the mountain.

"Crack-"

No one noticed that the statue sitting on the lotus platform in the Taoist temple slowly turned after Fatty and the others turned away.

After a while, the face with a weird smile that was facing the entrance of the Taoist temple was moved to the back, facing the wall.

Correspondingly, it is a face with blue face and fangs, glaring at it!

One statue, two different faces, all of these are indicative of the unrest in the ghost market. Unfortunately, Fatty and the others didn't enter the Taoist temple, so they naturally didn't realize this.

The crisis has already begun to approach Fatty and the others quietly.

On the way down the mountain, on the trees on both sides, there is a white lantern hanging almost one meter apart.

Fatty and the others quickly descended the mountain under the candlelight of the white lantern.

When they saw the gate of the ghost city from a distance, the striding strides of the few people just now slowed down, and they were lined up in a row, led by Wang Xiaodao, following him Behind, walk slowly.

The soul-settling bell in his hand swayed slightly, and it rang with every step, which was exactly the same as the gesture of the corpse exorcist shaking the soul-settling bell.

Several corpses marched forward with the ringing of the soul-fixing bell. Fatty and his team, from the perspective of others, were really normal corpse hunters here with their corpses on their way.

Without much effort, Wang Xiaodao brought the fat man disguised as a corpse to the city gate, and it was only here that they realized that there was actually a long queue outside the city gate.

Looking at the appearance of these ghosts who are queuing up, they don't seem to have any strength. They are ordinary lonely ghosts. I think it's because the seal of the ghost city has been opened, and the nearby ghosts also feel the existence of the ghost city. It came here naturally.

At the gate of the city, two armored soldiers stood on the left and right sides, holding spears in their hands, pointing at the queued ghosts, and checking them one by one.

I have to say that the deaths of these lonely ghosts are quite miserable. They either had broken arms or legs, or drowned and tortured to death. The wet blood flowed from their bodies to the ground, and it was fleeting. The black blood was also absorbed by the land.

There are still a few ghosts and ghosts who keep their heads and kick them around like a ball. The whole picture does not look like a normal bloody scene!
Seeing the strict inspection of the ghost soldiers, Wang Xiaodao's heart was pounding. He was not sure whether his outfit would be discovered.

If they are discovered, they can only do it directly.

There was nothing wrong with the ghosts in front of them, and they were checked very quickly, and they were already in line for Wang Xiaodao in a short while.

Taking advantage of this time, Wang Xiaodao also noticed that the ghosts who were carrying their heads, after entering the city gate, their heads flew to their necks, and they looked no different from normal people.

He remembered that it seemed to be mentioned in ancient books that there is a mysterious power in the ghost market, which can make the ghosts living in the ghost city, like ordinary people, not suffer the pain before death.

This is also the reason why those lonely and wild ghosts who cannot enter the underworld choose to live in the ghost city. At least, the ghost city saves them from pain.

Before Wang Xiaodao continued to recall the contents of the ancient book, the ghost soldier on the right had already walked up to him.

Only half of the face was left, and the other side was full of bones. The spear in the ghost soldier's hand was aimed at Wang Xiaodao.

"You are not a ghost, you have the breath of a living person!"

No matter how strong the yin energy in Wang Xiaodao's body is, he is still pretending to be a ghost cultivator. If a ghost cultivator steps into the ghost way, he is not a real dead person after all, but he naturally has the breath of a living person left on his body.

As the ghost soldier guarding the city gate, he naturally smelled the breath of a living person, and the spear was sharp, as if it would directly poke into Wang Xiaodao's body in the next second.

Fatty and the others who were following Wang Xiaodao had the same expression when they heard what the ghost soldiers said. They were already prepared, and if the ghost soldiers were to attack, they would attack immediately!

"He is a ghost merchant, he can enter the city!"

Another ghost soldier checking on the other side seemed to have noticed the situation on Wang Xiaodao's side, walked over stiffly, stared at Wang Xiaodao for a while, and then explained to the ghost soldier who questioned Wang Xiaodao's identity like this .

Hearing the ghost soldier's explanation, a red light flashed in the eyes of the ghost soldier staring at Wang Xiaodao, and there was obvious desire in my eyes looking at Wang Xiaodao.

After licking his tongue, the ghost soldier said in a very strange tone, "So it's a ghost merchant!
There have been no ghost merchants in the ghost market for a long time, I thought the ghost merchants had disappeared!
Finally, a ghost merchant came over, quack, the ghost market must be lively!

The ghost merchant brought so many fresh corpses here, if it doesn't get lively, I'm sorry for the ghost merchant who came from afar..."

While talking, the ghost soldiers stood aside, and gave Wang Xiaodao and the others the entrance to the city, "Hurry up and enter the city, don't waste time..."

Constantly urging Wang Xiaodao, the two ghost soldiers looked at each other, as if they were conveying some news.

Wang Xiaodao didn't understand the ghost soldier's conversation at all. He wanted to inquire about the news, but he couldn't reveal his identity. The longer he stayed at the gate of the city, the greater the danger of revealing his identity. Bigger, so he no longer hesitated, Wang Xiaodao hurriedly shook the calming bell, and led Fatty and the others towards the city gate.

The ghost market was very big, Wang Xiaodao didn't rush to find clues after entering, but led Fatty and the others into a remote alley next to him.

After looking around to make sure there was no ghost, Wang Xiaodao heaved a sigh of relief and wiped the cold sweat off his forehead.

Fatty and the others let out a long sigh of relief.

"Daoist Qingyun, those two ghost soldiers just said that I am a ghost merchant, do you know what it means?"

Looking at Daoist Qingyun, Wang Xiaodao has never heard of the existence of ghost merchants, and the ancient books he has read have never recorded anything about ghost merchants.

Daoist Qingyun also heard the conversation between the ghost soldiers just now, and for a while, his head was a little dazed, but now that he was asked by Wang Xiaodao again, his head, which had been thinking hard all the time, finally remembered.

"In the ghost market, we all know that there will be various transactions, whether it is doing business with ghosts or ghost repairs, you need to cover up your identity strictly.

A ghost businessman is different from those people. He is a profession that is openly doing business with ghosts.

The ghosts who entered the ghost city are almost reluctant to leave the ghost city, but ghosts also need supplies to live in the ghost city, how to obtain supplies has become a problem.

Ghost merchants are such a medium.

Those who are not very good, but have some talent in yin and yang magic, become ghost businessmen.

It is said that when ghost merchants first started, they only made deals with the lowest level ghosts. Usually, they helped those ghosts with too deep obsessions to solve their inner obsessions, so that these ghosts could be reborn, and ghost merchants got these ghosts. The goblin left him his reward.

Later, slowly, the ghost merchants grew bigger, and the demands of ghosts became more and more, so the ghost merchants simply wandered between the underworld and the underworld of the ghost market, and set up stalls in the ghost market by the way, becoming a thorough businessman.

According to records, in the ghost market, the status of ghost merchants is very high. After all, they are the only people who directly trade with ghosts. !
However, people who can be ghost merchants spend a long time in and out of the yang world and the underworld, and their yin virtues are almost completely consumed, so it is difficult to die when they are almost all short-lived people.

Come to think of it, you were regarded as a ghost merchant by those two ghost soldiers, and the few of us were the corpses you brought. The corpse exorcisers would not come to the ghost market if they had nothing to do, so they could naturally be brought into the ghost market Corpses are commodities! "

At the end of the talk, Daoist Qingyun also felt a little speechless. Anyone who is treated as a commodity will not be happy, especially a trafficked corpse.

"You said that as a ghost merchant, what kind of reward can you get from ghosts? Do you need to exchange your own virtue?"

Frowning slightly, Ma Xiaoling couldn't figure it out, did these ghost businessmen lose their minds?

"You are wrong about that, among other things, the ghost merchant solved the obsession of those ghosts, and all the power left behind by these ghosts during reincarnation was given to the ghost merchant.

Think about it, having the power of ghosts, and the power of many, many ghosts, is equivalent to the ability of many practitioners who have worked hard. Who wouldn't be tempted?
People who can be ghost merchants have weak yang energy and heavy yin energy. After gaining the power of ghosts, there are too many things they can do..."

Fatty's head was spinning very fast at such a time, so after Ma Xiaoling raised his doubts, he immediately opened his mouth and actively explained.

For ghost merchants, what they want is the power of ghosts!

"I don't know why, but this ghost city doesn't give me a good feeling, and the attitude of those two ghost soldiers is also worthy of scrutiny.

The seal of Baiwu Mountain has been opened. According to the records of the ghost market, those lonely and wild ghosts like to live in the ghost city.

That being the case, ghosts who are used to living in the ghost city, why would they return to the underworld to cause trouble?
I always feel that there is still a big conspiracy behind it.

Let's quickly investigate what the secret of the ghost market is. It is best to find the people behind the scenes to find out what the truth of the matter is.

In the ghost market, we must be cautious in our actions, and we must not show our feet first! "

Rubbing his chin, the fat man looked solemn.

After entering the ghost city, the indescribable feeling became even heavier. As the captain, the first thing Fatty had to do was to ensure everyone's safety.

Hearing what Fatty said, the other people had no objections and walked out of the alley.

Without taking a few steps, black snowflakes suddenly began to float in the sky.

When the black snowflakes fell on the ground, they turned into black blood and flowed away.

The temperature of the whole body dropped rapidly, and soon, a layer of black frost and snow floated on the bodies of several people.

Shaking off the black frost and snow from his body, Wang Xiaodao and his party stopped in their tracks with dignified expressions.

The snowflakes fell more and more, and at the beginning they could turn into blood and flow away when they fell on the ground, but after a few minutes, they began to condense, almost yawning, and the frost and snow on the ground covered their shoes.

In the black frost and snow, groups of black mist emerged. Ghost soldiers wearing armor and holding cold weapons were neatly arranged and appeared in front of them.

The moment the ghost soldiers appeared, the black snow in the sky stopped. It seemed that this black snow was just to send the ghost soldiers to Wang Xiaodao and his party.

The ghost soldier was cold, wearing a helmet with a cold light on his head. He couldn't see his face, he could only see two spots of red in his eye sockets.

(End of this chapter)