It's a celestial master, not a Taoist priest

Under the brown-red chaotic sky are all kinds of strange people.On both sides are the boundless sea, rolling up waves like flames.

In front of you is the only brown-red road, and on both sides of the narrow road are people selling stalls.

She didn't dare to raise her head upright, she shrugged her shoulders shyly, turned up her collar, and walked forward with her head down.

The left and right of the line of sight are all kinds of shoes and clothes, adorned with unknown gemstones, which are radiant.

There seemed to be a burning pain on her face, the reflection of the gem made her vision blur, and the wide and ugly rosacea half-hidden under the collar was burned, and suddenly sore.

She shrank her face even more into the clothes.

Out of the corner of her eye, she accidentally saw a young girl walking by, her skirt was swaying, her face was too beautiful to be real.She was almost absent-minded, and suddenly feared that her eyes would stain that beautiful face, she staggered and fell to the ground.

Still no one around noticed her.

But she was taken aback.

Regardless of the pain from being rubbed by the ground on her body, or the embarrassment of being covered in dust on her face, she fixedly looked at the beautiful mirror lying quietly on the ground in front of her face.

A face is reflected in it.

Not my ugly self.

That is a beautiful woman.

She doesn't need to see it with her own eyes, but she can also imagine how the owner with this face will be sought after by people.

The smart TV was ringing, and Big Big Wolf in it recited his classic line "I will definitely come back", Feng Quan collapsed on the sofa and laughed uncontrollably.

There was a mobile phone on the coffee table in front, and Er Pang's face inside, complaining unilaterally to Feng Quan's video.

"...I thought I was going to be liberated. Who would have thought that I would be arranged to go to the third year of high school again?! And I heard that the director changed this year. He is a very serious English teacher. It is stipulated that in the future, you must not enter the school with strange clothes or hairstyles. I'm going to be forced by my mother to shave my head, woo woo woo..."

Feng Quan didn't disclose the fact that he had to repeat the reading, which was against his elder brother's demeanor, but he felt that Er Fatty and Feng Jing would be very talkative if they knew each other.

Knowing two chatterboxes is probably the saddest thing in the history of making friends.

The sound of chopping boards kept ringing regularly in the kitchen, and then there was a "wow" sound as the hot oil boiled, and the spatula collided with the side of the pot.It was Yin Cong who was cooking.

When the people in the kitchen brought out the fried dishes, Feng Quan took a breath of the aroma, and greeted without any sincerity:

"Come to watch TV?"

"Yeah." Yin Cong responded lightly, but he didn't expect to actually take off his apron and walk over.Feng Quan sat up straight for an instant, not giving Yin Cong the chance to nudge him.

Yin Cong arranged the sofa cushions neatly and sat down upright.Just as Feng Quan gave him a sideways glance, he heard the other party say:

"what is this?"

Feng Quan: "Cartoon."

Yin Cong looked at the happy sheep above for a while, "...for another one."

"Okay, what do you want to change?" Feng Quan said easily.

Yin Cong said seriously: "Morality and the rule of law."

Feng Quan: "...No."

Yin Cong: "Let's talk about a hundred schools of thought."

Feng Quan: "No."

Yin Cong: "Chinese Studies Lecture Hall."

Feng Quan felt that he and Yin Cong, the psychologically old man, had nothing to say, so he tuned a program for him, got up and went to eat.

Yin Cong glanced at the time, and it happened to be the broadcast time of the Chinese Studies Lecture. He sat upright and waited to watch, but after the commercial ended, the happy music sounded:

"Pleasant Goat, Beautiful Goat,..."

Yin Cong turned his head and looked indifferently at Feng Quan who was feasting at the dining table.

Feng Quan was completely unafraid, nodded and said: "Animal world, this is beautiful."

Yin never was the kind of character who would get angry on the surface, and it was impossible for him to choke on Feng Quan, so it was only natural for Feng Quan to be proud.As a result, when he lowered his head to pick up the dishes, he found that the appetizing dishes had turned into a pile of bloody human organs, the broken fingers and nails were still there, and in front of him was a night of hot hair and noodles.

Feng Quan was stunned for a moment, and with a natural expression, he clamped a finger, put it in his mouth and chewed it "clucking", and nodded to Yin Cong with approval after chewing:

"Yes, I have learned to tease people and fight back."

Yin Cong pursed his lips and turned his head in a muffled voice.

Seeing the other party deflated, Feng Quan smiled even more proudly.

The Erpang in the mobile phone video over there just found out that there was a different person on the sofa, and suddenly exclaimed in surprise:

"Wow, Baojian, who is this? You still hide your beauty in a golden house!"

Yin Cong glanced at the phone screen lightly, and Erpang immediately shut up and became quiet, as if he saw the shadow of the grade director in this handsome young man.

After Feng Quan finished his meal, he walked to the sofa contentedly stroking his stomach, picked up his phone, and said to Yin Cong:

"I'll go out for a while, you can do whatever you want."

Yin Cong looked up at him.

After being watched for a while, Feng Quan raised his eyebrows, "What's the matter?"

Yin Cong, who was sitting on the sofa, held up the remote control to Feng Quan.

Feng Quan laughed and said: "Ha, I'll teach you. It has a voice function. Just press and hold what you want to see and say it directly. ——Is there anything you lack, I'll buy it for you."

It's a pity that Yin Cong's attention was no longer on Feng Quan. Feng Quan looked Yin Cong up and down. He was still wearing a meticulous double-breasted robe with cloud patterns embroidered on the light blue fabric.

Feng Quan had to admit that good-looking is indeed good-looking.

It just wasn't very timely.Fortunately, Yin Cong's greatest pleasure in the past ten days at his house was watching legal programs and meditating. Otherwise, if Yin Cong walked on the street in this appearance, he might be asked if he just came out of the film crew.

He has two purposes for going out this time, one is to cut off his cockscomb... no, forget about it; the other is to go to the ghost market.

When passing by Cheng Guang's house next to him, he saw that the smooth and white floor inside had been dismantled and a seal was pasted on the door.The inside is huge and empty, and the tip of the roof cuts the orange-yellow sunset in half.

The sun is shining.

After getting his hair cut, Feng Quan felt that he could hold his head up high and feel a lot more confident when walking on the road.He cut off all the dyed cockscombs, leaving some short black hair, which looks very energetic and eye-catching.

——At least when Feng Quan stepped on the bus.

Countless pairs of young girls in the car stared at him, Feng Quan hesitated for a while, got in the car and found a relatively empty place to stand.Most of the people in the car were middle school students, wearing the same style of school uniform, chattering along the way.

It seemed that he was a junior high school student who had just finished the senior high school entrance examination. Feng Quan heard two girls chatting not far away:

"Which school do you want to go to? My mother wants me to go to No. [-] Middle School, but I think the score is a bit hanging."

"No. [-] Middle School is not bad, the scores are indeed high. But I heard that people commit suicide every year in this school, and there are many ghost stories on campus... I am rather timid."

Looking at the scenery outside the car window, Feng Quan thought to himself that his school seemed to be No. [-] Middle School.

A hand stretched out, Feng Quan dodged subconsciously, turned around and saw a girl with ponytails and freckles withdrawing her hand in embarrassment.She shyly said:

"That... little brother, can you... contact me..."

Feng Quan suddenly understood, and felt a little funny, it really was a little girl in adolescence.

He spread his hands, "Sorry."

The girl's face turned red in an instant, she lowered her head, murmured "hmm" twice, then turned her head and walked to the side.A few other girls over there laughed at her, and a group of people secretly looked at Feng Quan.

Feng Quan: Too good is not good, it is eye-catching.

Ugh.

The group of middle school students got off the bus at a tutoring institution, and the entire bus was emptied in an instant.Feng Quan found a seat and sat down, when he received a message from his mother.

[The school arranged for you to be in Teacher Wang's class. She has strict management. I hope you will study hard in her class this year. Regardless of whether you are a junior college or a higher vocational college, you will learn at least one skill in the future.Not threatening you, otherwise you will still be in her class next year. ]

Feng Quan felt a little distressed.

He has naturally graduated from university, but as a Taoist elite recommended, he has not passed the college entrance examination.To be honest, even if he is a specialist... he is not very confident.

Forget it, wait until you enter the campus and let nature take its course.

He sent his mother, Ms. Fang, a message "received", and by the way, he passed an invitation to join the group called "Squad Leader of Class [-]".This should be the class group he will go into after school starts, because the group leader he saw is named "Wang Qianqian", who is the freshly appointed third-year teacher, very strict female teacher, and class teacher of class [-] at No. [-] Middle School.

When I got off the bus on a street called "Xingrong Street", the sun was setting and it was about to go dark.There is a big locust tree at the intersection, and several rows of dining tables and chairs are placed under the locust tree.Feng Quan walked to the locust tree and looked up at the eastern sky. When the pure white full moon appeared after the sun had shrunk its light, he circled the locust tree three times on the left and right, and then pointed his index finger on the trunk.The space was slightly distorted, and Feng Quan disappeared in place.

When it reappeared, it was next to a withered pagoda tree with all its leaves gone. The sky was gray and the sun, moon and sky were not visible.With the locust tree as the center, there is a magic circle covering the whole place, which is enough to allow people and ghosts who enter here to communicate normally.

People come and go on a straight and wide road.

This is the "ghost city".

No. 15 of each month, Yang Qi sinks, Yin Qi rises, and the ghost market will open when Yin and Yang meet.Feng Quan does not have a token to enter now, so he can only find a locust tree more than 30 years old as a "gate".

After what happened to Duan Wu before, he felt that he needed a magic weapon before his spiritual power fully returned.This is the purpose of coming to the ghost market this time.

Street vendors are yelling:

"Fresh human skin! A must for traveling in the Yangjian!"

"Excellent incense cone, smells like human flesh!"

"The soul chasing bell, made by the Feng family celestial master!"

"..."

There are not only people here, but also ghosts.And most of the time the really useful things are in the hands of ghosts.

Feng Quan found what he wanted next to a grilled skewer stall with its belly open and its intestines exposed. The stall owner was a ghost covered in jet black, sitting on a rotten tree trunk.Feng Quan approached to look at the stall owner, bent over with his knuckles bent, and knocked on the tree trunk.

I breathed a sigh of relief, fortunately I came early.