Taoist Fang Xian

Chapter 147
"If you are willing to practice near Yingshui City all the time, then I can give you a seal on behalf of Ghost City."

"At that time, you will be our Fengdu ghost city, the ferryman in Yingshui City in the East China Sea, responsible for extraditing the practitioners in the East China Sea."

When he was here, the old ghost of Poor Bamboo paused, and then continued to speak:
"At that time, our Fengdu Ghost City will become your strongest backing, able to hold up the sky for you."

"I don't know what you think?"

Hearing this, Fang Xin couldn't help but flashed a bright light in his eyes:

"Our ghost city is Fengdu ghost city?"

Hearing Fang Xin's surprised inquiry, the Pozhu old ghost was a little surprised:

"You know about our ghost market?"

"According to the logic, it shouldn't be. Shouldn't this extradition of practitioners into the netherworld come by chance?"

"Could it be that some hostile force leaked the news about Nether Ghost City?"

When it came to the end, the old ghost couldn't help but feel a little puzzled.

After all, there is no connection between the underworld and the yang world.

Like these ghost kings who really opened up a hell in the dark and called themselves kings and ancestors, anyone who is willing to open up a ghost market.

Then, each of these ghost king-level characters is a leader in the same level.

Nature also has its own rules.

Compared to those Yin gods who were born in the underworld, but always go to the yang world to do something earth-shattering, those dharma-level yin gods.

The master of this kind of ghost city is usually very low-key and will not be known by others.

Now, the news leaked.

Well, what this matter represents is naturally big or small.

It has to be reported anyway.

Hearing what Pozhu old ghost said, Fang Xin shook his head involuntarily, and then said:
"No, no, this junior has never heard of the Fengdu Ghost City."

"It's just that I think the name is extremely domineering, and it fits the younger generation's imagination of this magnificent ghost city."

Fengdu Ghost City.

Hearing this name, he thought of a legendary figure, Emperor Fengdu of Beiyin, who was well-known in the Underworld.

What's more, in today's world, although the cultural and economic development is very prosperous.

But the path of cultivation is extraordinarily wild, and there are even some very bloody ones.

At this time, he heard about a quite famous ghost city in Fengdu.

He couldn't help but think about it too much.

In this way, actually acting as a ferryman has a lot of benefits.

When he said this, Fang Xin suddenly looked at the old ghost in front of him with some strangeness, and then opened his mouth and asked:
"The junior has a question, I don't know if I should say it or not?"

Hearing Fang Xin's question, the Pozhu old ghost couldn't help but nodded, and then said to him very calmly:
"Ask any questions."

Hearing this, Fang Xin naturally became more relaxed.

Then he heard him say with a puzzled face:
"I don't know how the gods think, the junior will be the right ferryman?"

"Under normal circumstances, if there is a ghost market behind, it will be a big benefit to any practitioner."

"Even for truly powerful ghost markets like ours, it's okay to find a disciple of the Martial Sect."

"Why did you find a junior, this one seems to have weak magical powers and no background?"

It's not that he underestimates himself.

Rather it is the real fact, existence in general.

Under normal circumstances, this ghost market lives in the underworld and in the dark place. In the real world, many practitioners do not have too many fights.

A ghost market like this with its own rules has always been welcomed by many righteous ways in Yangjian.

If Ghost City really wants to develop.

Even the disciples of those great sects will compete for the position of the ferryman in this hell.

Say nothing else.

For example, in today's Yingshui City, the direct disciples of those Dharma-level figures will definitely compete for it.

He didn't believe that good things could happen to him for no reason.

Hearing Fang Xin's question, the old ghost in front of him showed a slight embarrassment.

Fortunately, he was originally a ghost and god, and his whole body was strangely shaped, with a particularly stiff face.

It's really not that embarrassing.

After a slight pause, the Pozhu old ghost laughed a few times, and then said:
"Actually, this ferryman is not a position bestowed upon him by the ghost king of Fengdu."

"It's just that there is such a place in the ghost city, so this is the only way I can give you this seal."

"You are only in charge of picking up many practitioners in the mortal world by boat, acting as a real extraditionist."

"As for the fact that it is backed by the ghost market, it is indeed true, but at most we can invite a few of us old ghosts to go out and help."

When he said this, the old ghost couldn't help but become very proud:
"But a few of us are enough."

"The old monsters in Yingshui City naturally know us."

"And practitioners in the realm of human warlocks are no match for many of our old ghosts."

"Isn't this equivalent to having a real ghost market standing behind you?"

The more he talked about this old ghost, the more confident he seemed to be. In the end, he just raised his head and held his chest high.

Completely, it really gives people a trustworthy feeling.

however.

After hearing and understanding all of them, Fang Xin finally understood what the so-called ferryman's position he gave was.

Good guy.

This is pure white work.

To put it bluntly, they are ferrymen, but to put it bluntly, they are just temporary workers who are a little familiar with them.

Not even a salary.

Even, it hasn't been incorporated into the establishment of Fengdu Ghost City.

If something goes wrong, these old ghosts have to be called in to help.

He didn't believe that with just this broken seal, many old ghosts in this ghost market, who were at the level of enlightenment, could be dragged into the underworld.

It is estimated that there will be heavy bleeding at that time, and it will take a lot of energy.

This is definitely a job for nothing!

Of course, that's not what he said. I only saw Fang Xin salute slightly, and then said:
"Dare to ask the gods, in our ghost city of Fengdu, is there really a yin god at the level of a Dharma image sitting in charge?"

"If this junior accepts this seal, will he be qualified to meet the ghost king of Fengdu in the future?"

He clearly suspected that the current Fengdu Ghost City was just an empty shell.

Maybe there is not even a Dharma statue.

Although he didn't know how this suspicion came about, he just had such a premonition.

Hearing Fang Xin's question.

The whole person of the broken bamboo ghost suddenly fell silent.

Why does this kid have so many questions?
The problem is that every sentence of the question is to the point, and the old ghost of Pozhu is silent.

Even now, he is thinking, how about he just open his mouth and swallow the little thing in front of him.

But think about the yang qi pill he enshrined.

Thinking about it again, the little thing in front of him is an alchemy master, and then the Pozhu old ghost suddenly became quiet.

Immediately afterwards, I saw the old ghost in front of me suddenly gritted his teeth fiercely, then clapped his hands, and said:
"Tell you the truth!"

"Our Fengdu Ghost City, although it is said that its strength is not obvious now, but it really has a backer behind it."

"Fengdu Ghost King is an old man who is a supernatural being at the supernatural level. He is a real, powerful figure."

"Right now, our Fengdu Ghost City is only in the process of development, and there is a temporary lack of a few dharma gods to sit in it."

"If you enshrine a gourd Yang Qi pill to me every year, then I will definitely lead you to pay a visit after the old ghost king leaves the customs."

"What will happen then depends on how you are."

When it came to the end, the old ghost couldn't help but look at Fang Xin in front of him with piercing eyes.

The words have already been said here, and this is already not for him to refuse.

If you refuse again.

That's what you have to swallow with your mouth open.

However, ever since the old ghost invited him to join the ghost market, he never intended to refuse.

It's good to have no Dharma aspect and Yin spirit.

In this way, when he pulls the tiger's skin as a banner outside, no one will come to expose him.

As for the ghost king returning from retreat.

That's when the time comes.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help nodding his head fiercely, and then bowed heavily to the Pozhu old ghost in front of him:
"Junior pay homage to the god!"

Seeing Fang Xin's actions like this, the old ghost couldn't help being happy.

In the next moment, he took out a square seal from his chest.

In the end, he threw it in front of Fang Xin.

Look towards that seal.

I can only see that under the seal, there are four places where characters can be engraved, and above it is a carving like a boat.

The two oars on the left and right of this boat look ordinary, but they are ordinary.

There is really no advantage at all.

Taking this seal with both hands, the first feeling that this thing gave him was that it was heavy:

"It's so heavy~"

Seeing Fang Xin's actions like this, the Pozhu old ghost showed a very contented expression on the contrary:

"Don't underestimate this seal."

"Although this position is indeed relatively empty, the seal of the ferryman was issued by the ghost king himself."

"Not only can it break through Yin and Ming, but it can even be used as a magic weapon."

When it came to this, the old ghost of Poor Bamboo paused, and then continued to speak:
"Of course, the main function of this seal is to turn it into a ferry boat, taking practitioners from the yang to the underworld."

"From now on, this is your job. Don't forget to offer a gourd of pills to the old man every year."

"I'm going to retreat first, and I'll leave the rest of the ferry work to you."

After finishing speaking, the Poor Bamboo Old Ghost suddenly disappeared from sight, as if he couldn't wait.

at the same time.

Originally, the four ghosts who were conscientiously smuggling into Huangquan and robbing people from other ghost markets in the world between Yin and Yang seem to have been liberated:
Brush brush!
Throwing down the bamboo stick he was carrying on his back, he ran towards the distance, and disappeared in a short while.

Looking at the relatively ordinary ghost market that seemed to be built in front of him, looking at the empty dark land in front of him.

Fang Xin really understood.

Feelings, the Fengdu Ghost City is now a sub-city in the East China Sea area, which has just been established.

Previously, he could see in all kinds of letters how much the author of this letter respected the ghost market.

Say how mysterious they are.

Even the name of the ghost market cannot be known by ordinary people, and all the people who enter the ghost market just follow the fate.

There are almost only very few chances to enter the same ghost market twice.

Of course, having said that, Ghost City and Yangjian have some default special channels.

That is, some ghost markets will specially set up guides in certain places, so that Taoists who have special needs can enter through that road.

As for Yuan Weizi's claim that he found various ghost markets, that's all he knew about the Yinming entrances near Yingshui City.

He is the entrance to the dark place on the bright side.

Unexpectedly, instead of encountering the truly developed and prosperous ghost market, they were intercepted by the four ghosts of Fengdu Ghost City.

This is really a coincidence.

When he first came here, he thought that these gloomy shantytowns seemed to be hidden from the sky.

Now it seems.

Then it is estimated that the ghost city of Fengdu near the East China Sea should be really poor, and there is no way to build pavilions.

Maybe there are not many old ghosts in Fengdu Ghost City today.

But these days these are minor issues.

Picking up the seal with the word ferry in his hand, Fang Xin couldn't help showing a smile:
"As long as this seal is true, then everything is going in a good direction."

"Now there is a backstage."

Don't care if it's false or not, anyway, if the tiger's skin is torn out, who would dare not be afraid?
That is a great god of the epiphany level.

Even the breath on the seal should be able to be felt by alchemists with many Dharma Aspects.

By this time.

hey-hey……

In this case, the quiet plan he and Yuan Weizi originally planned would have to be slightly changed.

It can't be said that it can be louder.

When thinking of this, Fang Xin seemed to smile even more heartily:
"It can be regarded as giving us the ghost city of Fengdu, and raising our own prestige~"

When he thought of this, he held his head high and walked out along the road of the hall.

It is not that there are no ghosts and gods along the way.

But when many little ghosts in the underworld felt the breath of the ferryman's seal hanging on his waist.

One by one, they couldn't help but back away.

Seeing this scene, Fang Xin was even more satisfied.

Out of the vicinity of the ghost city.

Fang Xin untied the ferryman's seal from his waist, and then lightly threw it forward with magic power:
"brush!"

A dim light flashed.

Afterwards, he saw a small boat with an approximate size, appearing in front of him like this.

Although the boat is very small.

But it exudes a very unique atmosphere.

It's like ghosts and gods evading Yi.

At this scene, Fang Xin jumped on the boat directly.

Afterwards, both hands grasped the oar, and just like this, quietly rippling forward in the dark, endless sea of ​​​​yin between the underworld and the yang.

As he really rowed alone into this sea of ​​darkness, he could see many of the miraculous things in it.

now.

All I could see in the distance was a long and strange procession, which seemed to be countless ghosts, carrying one red coffin after another.

There were thousands of people in that team.

Even the coffins looked like there were hundreds of them.

It looks like a lot of momentum.

There is a ghost in front of you, who is beating the gong lightly, and shouting while beating:
"Yin ghost market, all spirits respond, yin and yang are reversed, great luck is in the sky~"

Looking at the mighty ghost market team, and then looking at this small boat on his own.

For a while, Fang Xin couldn't help being silent.

(End of this chapter)