Taoist Fang Xian

Chapter 8
After entering the cave, Fang Xin let the yellow-haired tiger squat next to one of the big pits.

Fortunately, the cave is big enough.

Otherwise, there really isn't enough room for this big tiger to squat.

Walk along the dark cave.

Every so often, a small solitary lamp was lit.

Passage that can barely be seen.

But the further you go in, the colder it becomes, and it's not from the cold wind, but from the coldness in your bones.

Go inside.

This is a round open area similar to a hall, and it has more than 20 square meters.

There are three holes in front, back, left, and right.

But it is obvious that the hole on the left can be seen. It looks like it has been dusty for a long time, and it seems that no one has lived in it for a long time.

And this moment.

In that open area, there was a young man with regular facial features but a fierce look in his eyes.

He was wearing a blue-gray Taoist robe, not only did not look elegant, but it gave people a very sinister feeling.

At this moment, he was sharpening a sharp knife in his hand, which was shaped like a bull's ear and could not be seen at all, emitting a cold light under the light.

It seems to have been sharpened!
Seeing Fang Xin walk away, Chu Han, who had been sharpening his knife there, turned his head to look at him.

After that, without saying a word, he continued to sharpen the knife there:

"laugh!"

"laugh!"

"laugh!"

"..."

The two were silent for a long time before Chu Han said:
"You and I are running out of time."

"If you are not sure in your heart, then come and fight with me."

"If you live, you will be happy, if you die... then you will die."

When it came to the end, Chu Han couldn't help but subconsciously glanced at the empty house on the left.

The originally cold and hard face now also has an added sadness of the death of a rabbit and a fox.

In their generation.

They have three people in this T-shaped house.

And as the ten years passed, these disciples who had no way to stimulate their spirits and opened up the ancestral aperture became anxious.

Some female disciples simply go to seduce Taoist priests, only asking them to cast spells to help enlighten them.

Some are trying to survive the dead, using their own bodies as living corpses for the Taoist priest who exorcised corpses to sacrifice, and burying them in the soil to wait for the right time.

And some who have already broken their jars simply jumped down from the cliff, using the terror between life and death to stimulate their ancestral orifices.

Once it is done, there is a chance of survival.

If you die, you will really fall to your death.

However, from ancient times to the present, it seems that there has never been heard of a boy who can survive after jumping off a cliff.

Chu Yang and Chu Han on the left side of the cave belonged to the same village, and when the deadline came, they also messed up their feet.

Like the other boys, he wanted to use some heresy ways to stimulate the opening of the ancestral orifice, so as to change his fate against the sky.

It will be a success!

The vast majority of people can only be regarded as the bones of the people under the general's feet.

The mountain streams of the Three Mountain Palaces have already been filled with an unknown number of bones, and these people are all lucky people.

Those who believe in others in the Three Mountains Temple, the grass on their graves is now three feet high.

And Chu Yang is that representative.

He made an appointment with a female disciple who fell in love with him for double cultivation, but failed in the end.

At the critical moment, the female disciple failed to deny the essence and blood, but took away his essence and benefited herself.

It is precisely because of this that the female disciple broke through the barrier with double cultivation, opened the ancestral orifice, and is now a grown-up man.

And because Chu Yang mistrusted women, he lost his energy after only eight years of cultivation, when his energy was in full swing.

Even because it was forcibly plundered.

Therefore, the body is very deficient, and now he has exhausted his energy and spirit, so he can only wait to die in the woodshed in the back mountain.

Hearing Chu Han's words, Fang Xin was silent for a moment, and then walked towards his own cave:
"The poor have their own calculations!"

Seeing Fang Xin leaving silently, Chu Han couldn't help sharpening the ear knife in his hand wholeheartedly.

Although they lived in a cave for nearly ten years.

But it didn't have a good relationship.

At best, they can be regarded as casual acquaintances, and even the words they have spoken over the years are very few, and they can be counted.

Now, the reason why Chu Han spoke.

That's nothing more than people who are in the same class hugging each other to keep warm, and the death of the rabbit is nothing more than the sorrow of the fox.

Clean up and settle down.

As the night slowly fell.

Fang Xin slowly opened the wooden door of his cave, and then walked outside.

However, before leaving, he subconsciously looked to his right.

At this moment, the door that was supposed to be closed is now wide open, and the inside seems to be much more empty.

The whetstone in front of the door has been sharpened very brightly.

But the water stains dried up.

Obviously, the master has been away for a long time.

Look at this empty cave.

A moment of melancholy appeared in Fang Xin's heart, and he was quickly shattered by him.

He himself is trying to survive now.

Where is the right to feel sorry for others?
Thinking of this in his heart, Fang Xin tightened his backpack, and then walked out of the cave.

He is going to trade in the market.

Although the trading place of Sanshan Palace is called Ghost Market, it is actually a formal trading place.

It is protected by Sanshan Palace.

Walking along the forest path, after a while, I came to a small locust forest.

Looking towards Huailin.

I only saw the biggest old locust tree in front of me, with a small wooden sign hanging on it.

There are two words written on the blood-red sign:
"Ghost City!"

Seeing this scene, Fang Xin took out a piece of talisman paper from his arms with great distress, and finally threw it into the tree hole.

The faint black mist quickly gathered.

After a while, the large locust forest in front of him turned into a large black cloud.

And the old pagoda tree that should be at the front has turned into a huge portal at this moment.

It was pitch black.

It seems that they are walking on the road of hell and hell.

Seeing this, Fang Xin hurriedly walked inside, for fear that he would close the door just because he stopped at the old locust tree.

In fact, only one talisman is needed to enter this ghost market, while an ordinary talisman can be sold for five talismans.

But because he exchanged all his resources into talisman papers before going down the mountain.

Now there is no money left.

Coupled with his urgency, he wanted to exchange the resources he needed as quickly as possible.

So I can only reluctantly give up.

If there is a way, he really doesn't want to lose these four talismans.

Because an ordinary boy chops firewood and pours water, arranges medicinal materials, and guards the alchemy furnace in the three mountain temples, and only two talisman coins a month.

Sanshan Palace does not support idlers.

If you don't work, you will naturally have no resources.

If these two talisman coins were taken away from eating, drinking and practicing, there was not much left, and many boys were naturally poor.

Walking on this gloomy ancient road.

There seemed to be roars in the darkness on the left and right.

Just in a sudden moment.

He heard a crisp sound:

"pat~"

Looking down, all he saw was a bloody finger.

But before he could see clearly, a small emerald green snake appeared in the darkness, swallowed his finger, stuck out his tongue at him, and plunged into the cloud:
"hiss~"

Seeing this scene, Fang Xin's face was dull, and there was no emotion in his eyes, as if he was a living zombie.

Then, step by step, he walked towards the final point of this passage.

Wait until he takes the last step.

After the door behind him was closed, the vague sense of spying in the darkness disappeared.

Sanshan Palace is full of dangers everywhere.

It is a heaven for Taoists and warlocks, and it is also a hell for boys!
Looking in all directions.

This seems to be a market opened in another space.

Not that deep fog.

It just looks a little darker in color.

Go forward from the beginning.

The faces of all the boys passing by were stiff, and there was no emotion in their eyes.

These are veterans.

In this ghost market, if you show your timidity, there may be unpredictable dangers.

Look to the left and right.

None of the boys who set up stalls next to them yelled, they all sat quietly, waiting for buyers to come to their door.

The ground was dripping with blood.

Some severed fingers, or eyeballs that had been gouged out, were thrown on the ground just like that.

There were even some who were accidentally stepped on, which really echoed the old saying that the eyes are like a paw stepping on.

Boys sell things just to spread rags.

There's nothing good about it either.

Some are the century-old bones dug out from the dead man's pit in Houshan Mountain, which are as white as jade and very skinny.

Some simply sell slaves.

It doesn't matter whether it is life or death, and you can choose different parts according to the needs of customers, and they are equipped and repaired now.

You can take out a lung at your fingertips.

Some even buy two get one free.

As soon as he walked over, he even saw an old servant with an old face who spent money to buy a pair of fresh, freshly picked hearts and livers.

Didn't use it for anything else.

It’s just that I buy it and eat it now, the blood I eat is screaming, it looks a little crazy, and my eyes are bloodshot:
"Hahahaha, cool, cool!"

"Ha ha ha ha……"

Walk through the children's area.

This is the real arrival in Fangshi.

The outside is at most a small alley, and here is the real place with houses and buildings and practitioners.

Compared with the dirty corridor just now, this place is very beautifully built, and the ground is covered with pieces of blue bricks.

Even many rooms are decorated with pearls and jade, painted with little cloud patterns, sandalwood is lit on the street, and fireworks are floating.

It looks like clouds and mist, quite a fairy attitude.

Compared with those useless boy trading areas outside, it is really a world of difference, one sky and the other underground.

One heaven, one hell!
Those who can occupy a place in this truly prosperous market.

Basically all good stuff.

Some of the boys were lucky enough to get the Breitling ginseng and sell it here.

But the boy is not the main force here.

Some of the big deals, and those who still have the energy to set up stalls outside, are mostly sorcerers and Taoists.

Those who buy and sell are some spiritual materials of Daoism, incense sticks, talisman papers, and various medicinal materials of different colors.

You have to see your eyesight when you come here to buy things!
If you are deceived by poor eyesight, and the medicinal materials you bought are not strong enough to practice the elixir, then you can only admit it.

After all, it is the principle of the ghost market not to recognize people when they go out.

Although Fang Xin saw that some of them were urgently needed medicinal materials for his own refining of elixir, Fang Xin looked very envious.

But he had to hold back for a moment.

Only by selling these things in your hands can you have money to buy medicinal herbs.

Thinking of this, he also found a clean place, and then opened the cloth bag, revealing a few spells inside.

(End of this chapter)