Live Immortal Cultivation: Ask Daoists to Believe in Science

Chapter 496 Official Trading in the Ghost Market

The ghost market that Chisong Road Chief brought everyone here was not as scary as imagined, but it looked very formal, just a normal snack street.

A long cement road, with bungalow shops on both sides, and different styles of neon signs hanging on the door of the shops.

Although it was past ten o'clock in the evening, there were quite a lot of people visiting here, but most of them were wearing a black cloak.

In the ghost market, most of them sell all kinds of snacks, but there are also pawn shops, mahjong parlors and hotels in the middle.

In places with a lot of traffic, some people even set up street stalls. If he didn't say in advance that this was a ghost market, Jiang Yun would not believe it no matter what.

He asked curiously: "Master, why don't I know about our Wudang Mountain, why there is this ghost market street?"

"My boy, there are too many things you don't know."

"Don't worry, there is a teacher here, you will gradually understand these things in the future, let's not worry." Chisong said with a smile.

Xiong Er enthusiastically introduced to everyone that this ghost market street had been established as early as the Song Dynasty, but the scale was small, and it had been smashed by righteous people all the time.

Later, in the Ming Dynasty, he took refuge in Tianyuan Taoist Temple, and then stabilized, and gradually developed to the current scale.

"Brothers, we will have to rely on you two to cover our ghost market in the future!" Xiong Er looked at Chisong Daochang and Jiang Yun, and said flatteringly: "Of course, if you two have needs. "

"We, the official management of the ghost city, will definitely cooperate fully, do what can be done, and find a way to do what can't be done!"

Lu Ruoxi stared, and said incredulously: "Song Dynasty will have it, isn't this nonsense?"

"During the Song Dynasty, the curfew was lifted, and the folk market just formed!"

Xiong Er glanced at her and said, "That's right, as monsters who have cultivated for many years, our vision is much better than most people's."

"It's easy for us to step on the trend of the times and make some money?"

Lu Ruoxi said dissatisfiedly: "You are full of jingles, do you still want to take the postgraduate entrance examination?"

Xiong Er shook his head, and said very sincerely: "We have also studied for the postgraduate entrance examination in the past two years, but the competition is too fierce, and we don't have an ID card, so we just let it go."

"More than 700 million people earned the quota of more than 100 million. The exam is too strong. Even if Confucius is alive, he may not be able to pass the exam!"

"However, if it was two years earlier, you can give it a try. Forget about these two years, everyone is the king of papers."

The audience in the live broadcast room, especially the students who took the postgraduate entrance examination, burst into tears on the spot.

"My baby is bitter, but if I don't say anything, this year's national line is more or less outrageous."

"It's really better to be born early than to do well in the exam."

"Fashuo class, Mr. Luo will have to fail the exam if he comes."

"Picasso had to adjust his art research exam in China."

"His grandma, I'm not as good as a monster. This is really a supernatural movie. Why do I feel like I'm watching a contemporary documentary?"

"Efforts of one person can improve the performance, and efforts of a group of people can improve the national line."

"Hey, I didn't pass the exam this year, so I can only fight three times next year."

"Girl: I failed the exam, let's fight three times, boy: What, I failed the exam, let's fight three times [angry]"

"Hey, fellow daoist, you can't say this nonsense, it's easy to make a taboo!"

Xiong Er led the crowd, and at the gate of the ghost market, he was stopped by two people wearing masks, red sleeves on duty, and security uniforms.

"Second master, is this a distinguished guest?"

"Please, dear guests, please take out your mobile phone and scan the code of our venue, and show the itinerary code by the way."

Xiong Er glared at the two of them, cursing and saying: "Mom, come on, you two are quite responsible!"

"Very good, very good, those two uncles, is it convenient, please scan it, let's cooperate with the staff."

Jiang Yun: "..."

Lu Ruoxi: "..."

Chisong Road Chief: "..."

Daoist Wang Shouren: "..."

Filming crew: "..."

After everyone was silent for a while, Lu Ruoxi couldn't bear it any longer, and asked, "Master Chisong, why does the place you brought us look quite formal?"

"We're here to shoot a movie, is this a ghost market?"

"It's definitely regular, and I've traveled all over the country, and I haven't seen any irregular places." Chisong Daochang said.

Xiong Er stared, patted his chest and assured that the street he invested in was definitely a serious ghost market.

After scanning the QR code, everyone looked at the location of Wudang Ghost Market displayed on it, feeling suspicious.

After they entered the ghost market, looking at the clean and tidy shops on both sides and the bustling voices of tourists, they felt very cordial.

It's just that the director of the film made by Nadutong Company has a bit of a mental breakdown.

The envisioned scene was completely different from what he had imagined in his mind.

The audience in the live broadcast room also had a row of question marks above their heads.

"This isn't a ghost market, it's clearly a night market!"

"Anywhere express company, it really isn't very serious, to make a movie, it's actually stingy to shoot a ghost market at the night market."

"Jiang Daochang participated in the first movie, but I didn't expect it to be a bad movie."

[Sixteen Characters of Yin Yang]: "Shouldn't the real ghost city be a place where fish and dragons are mixed together and full of violence?"

"Fuck me, they buy things, why do they still pay by scanning the QR code?"

After strolling around the ghost market for a while, everyone suddenly discovered that this street was not as hygienic and civilized as it seemed.

Because in the pots of small stalls on the side of the road, there are all kinds of strange things stewed.

A large pot of intestine-like stuff, with wriggling white insects inside, candied gourds made of unknown eyes, and tofu brains packed in human skulls...

The things they sell are weird, but the people who eat them are feasting on them.

After Lu Ruoxi saw a child biting a candied haws with an eye open, she couldn't help it anymore, and vomited it out lying on the side of the road.

Jiang Yun's expression was not good. He had seen many monsters and ghosts, but this was the first time he had seen this scene.

"Master, the pot in this whole ghost market can't be people, right?"

When Xiong Er heard Jiang Yun's message, he quickly refuted the rumors: "Brother Xiao Jiang, you can't spit blood!"

"All the shops in our entire ghost market are legal companies with regular operations. I guarantee it with my personality. It's fake. Everything you see here is fake!"

"The intestine noodles are actually cold duck intestine noodles. The insects lying on them are actually high in protein. People here like this."

"The candied haws with eyes are all made of molecular ingredients. They are actually jelly with juice. If you don't believe me, can you try one?"

"Second Xiao, can you still do this business? Your head tofu, I told you last time, it can't be sold. Why are you selling again today?"

Among the stalls, there were small vendors full of skulls, who quickly nodded and apologized, saying, "Brother Xiong, these are fake heads, not real ones."

"I've sent the real guy to be cremated. I'm a law-abiding citizen now. It's filled with real tofu. If you don't believe me, try it?"

(End of this chapter)