Ghost Shelter System

Panjiayuan was the antique market in Yanjing during the Qing Dynasty.

At that time, some nobles' families were in decline and their lives were difficult. They needed to sell the property left by their ancestors to make a living. Most of the nobles were good-looking, so selling their ancestral property was not to maintain their glory? Therefore, during the day, most people walk birds and play with hawks. At night, they wear tattered clothes, smear their faces with soot, and come here to sell things with lanterns.

This kind of thing of avoiding acquaintances and making a business was quite popular at that time.

So, after the agreement became a custom, there were unique rules here.

When the market opens in the early morning, regardless of the origin of things, buyers and sellers carry out transactions under lanterns. The lights are dim and their faces cannot be seen clearly.

Because the market opens in the early morning and closes stalls during the day, stall owners light candles or put up lanterns, and buyers hold lanterns and walk around constantly, and the shadows of people shuttle back and forth, so it is called a ghost market.

After that, not only nobles but also some thieves would come here to sell goods, and some people even took advantage of the chaos to sell fake goods, which led to the current situation.

The bicycle was parked on the side of the road. At first glance, Qin Kun looked a little big-headed.

I thought this was just a small market, at most the same as a vegetable market, but I didn’t expect it to be so big and so scattered!

The old custom is still followed here, with countless stalls lit with candles and lanterns, dotted with stars, it is dark as ghosts, and there are many pedestrians.

In such a big place, where can I find that ancient master? !

"Why are there so many people today?"

Not only Qin Kun was surprised, Feng Qiang was also extremely curious. This was not his first time coming to this place. Even if today was the Ghost Festival, there wouldn't be so many people! Last year during the Chinese Ghost Festival, the number of people was still one-third of what it is now.

Qin and Kun walked into the market.

There are several stores here. Those who can open stores are all brokers who have the best quality goods. In most cases, they will not open for three years, and they will last for three years after opening. In recent years, the state has strictly controlled these stores, and these stores are obviously not national treasures. We can't control the trading of calligraphy, painting, and handicrafts at the highest level.

"Want to buy a lamp? Guest sir?"

At the market entrance, several lantern sellers came up and asked.

Qin Kun saw that all the pedestrians were carrying lanterns. It seemed that this was the local rule, so he nodded: "Come on two."

"Okay, 2 dollars."

"2 yuan? Why don't you go and grab it?!"

Feng Qiang picked up the collar of the lantern he was selling. This broken lantern cost less than a few cents, but he dared to sell it for 2 yuan? !

"Feng Qiang, pay."

After Qin Kun finished speaking, he walked in holding a lantern.

Feng Qiang was angry and followed him.

"Wait a minute, sir, you haven't paid me yet!" the lantern owner said aggrievedly.

"roll!"

Feng Qiang glared at the lantern seller. The boss was silent, sighing that he had no money to sell today.

Qin Kun walked in front with Yu Ruyi, his Heavenly Eyes opened. It has to be said that this place is too big, not the big one, but the scattered one. Looking down from a high altitude, all the stalls are as flat as stars. The main roads are densely packed with stalls, and there are also remote trails.

The people selling goods here, except for some dawdlers, are all people who understand people's hearts. They either like to get together or like to be different. As long as they dazzle people, they may take advantage of them.

Qin Kun squatted in front of a stall. On this stall was jade.

The texture of these jade is a little dirty, but the carving is fine. Qin Kun can't tell the age, but it does look good.

"Please take a look, sir. They are all top-grade jade."

The boss was dressed plainly and wore a ring on his hand.

Qin Kun asked: "Boss, help me palm my eyes?" Qin Kun said and handed over a cigarette.

The boss was stunned for a moment and then smiled: "My little brother turns out to be the one who shipped the goods. Okay, I have nothing to do tonight, so I can help you take a look."

The boss held a cigarette in his mouth, the smoke floating in the air. He squinted his eyes and looked at the blood pattern Ruyi handed over by Qin Kun.

After looking at it for a while, the boss chuckled: "It's either a plateau blood jade or a fake. It's a bit old, but the carvings of this thing are simple. The price will change with the times. The price will double in another 100 years. I'm not sure. when."

Qin Kun asked in a low voice: "Boss, I'm not a seller. Can you tell where this thing comes from? I actually want to buy a pair!"

The boss was surprised: "It's a bit difficult to get this kind of thing right. I don't know."

Qin Kun found that the boss's answer was obviously a bit vague, as if he didn't understand anything, and he seemed to be hiding something, so he had no choice but to leave.

After Qin Kun left, a man squatted down with a lantern. The boss found that the man was wearing facial makeup and looked like he was a Taoist priest.

"Boss, how many fish can come out of the trigger in your hand?"

The Taoist priest already had gray hair, but he was full of energy. The boss smiled and said, "You know your business, why don't you palm your eyes first and see how many fish are worth it?"

The boss took off the ring. The Taoist priest looked at it and curled his lips: "It turns out to be a fake."

The boss was slightly angry: "I am the old man's thumb!"

The Taoist priest didn't say anything, patted his butt and left.

Qin Kun walked in front, with Feng Qiang next to him. The two of them visited several jade stalls one after another, but they had no clue about the origin of the blood-patterned jade.

Qin Kun did not give up and asked if there was anyone named Gu Ye, but found that everyone remained silent as if there was some taboo.

According to the system prompts, since Xuewen Ruyi is involved with Gu Ye, there must be a breakthrough point or clue between the two.

Qin Kun didn't have any clues and was a little confused.

On a bluestone ridge in a remote section, Qin Kun was sitting and smoking. Feng Qiang next to him was wondering: "Qin, why did you bring me here? The ghost gate is open today. Find a way to get that murderous female ghost out for me." I have other things to do!”

Feng Qiang's goal is to catch ghosts. If a ghost dares to cross the line, he will not let it go.

But Qin Kun took him to find Mr. Gu. What on earth was he doing?

Qin Kun said: "Feng Qiang, didn't I tell you that this ghost is hidden in the blood pattern Ruyi. This is her body. If you want to destroy her, just smash it."

Feng Qiang was a little hesitant. No matter how he looked at this Ruyi, he couldn't bear to smash it.

"Is there no other way?"

"Yes, find Mr. Gu. Otherwise, she will come out to harm others at any time." Qin Kun made up a lie.

Feng Qiang didn't know what to do.

This is the first time I have encountered such a troublesome thing.

Next to Qin Kun and Feng Qiang, a stall owner said: "Little brother, what kind of cigarette are you smoking? Give me one?"

The stall owner was an old man with missing teeth and spoke with a Northern accent. Qin Kun saw that his stall was one of the uninterested ones, so he handed over a piece of Yuxi and asked: "Uncle, you, a tile seller, do business at night?" ?”

The old man chuckled: "This is the Imperial Tile of the Ming Dynasty. These days, any old thing with a bit of age can be sold."

There was a mess of broken bricks and tiles, and Qin Kun didn't know where the old man's confidence came from.

Qin Kun squatted on the stall. The tiles were probably not national treasures. He turned his head when he saw the tiles on the stall. Some of the tiles were engraved with the name of the construction supervisor, and he became interested.

"Kuai Xiang?"

Qin Kun was startled. This name sounded so familiar. When he thought about it carefully, it seemed that the Feng Shui master who built the Forbidden City in the early Ming Dynasty was named Kuai Xiang!

After Liu Ji, the formations disappeared, earth, water, fire and wind were left, leaving only wind and water. Kuai Xiang was the last formation master. Some people said that Kuai Xiang only knew Feng Shui and was not a formation master.

Qin Kun was a little moved. After all, he was a senior, so it was better to buy one as a souvenir.

"Uncle, how much does your brick cost?"

"These bricks are amazing, the bricks for the Ming Palace wall cost 3,000!"

The old man noticed that Qin Kun turned around and left, and said quickly: "Little brother, stay!"

Qin Kun glanced at him, and the old man looked solemn: "You and I are destined, you can take this royal brick for 50 yuan!"

"Uncle, please continue selling, I won't disturb you."

The old man was anxious: "Wait a minute! I just heard you guys talking about Master Gu. If you buy me brick by brick, I'll tell you where Master Gu is."