"There are no Taoists or Taoist priests in China now!" Guan Heng was walking in the streets and alleys of the city, recalling his conversation with the quicksand monster not long ago, "Because of the fierce battle between immortals and gods a thousand years ago, Buddhism, Taoism and Confucianism Most of the inheritance of the three religions had been lost at that time. As history progresses, these three religions have become a pile of information written on broken papers. Modern Chinese people basically do not know their allusions!"
"Alas! No wonder they wanted to bring me from another world!" Guan Heng sighed, "It turns out that there are no Taoists or Taoist priests in this plane! Forget it, I still don't want to think about this anymore, but I found out with the Quicksand Monster Those things about ghost masters and soul collectors really aroused my interest!"
Guan Heng thought to himself, it turns out that China has extremely strict control over local superpowers, and their life and death will be recorded in detail. When a superpower dies, a special soul collector will go to the place of death to collect and refine the soul. , so the chance of super evil spirits appearing in China is very small. Basically, soul collectors in cities collect and refine the souls of ordinary people. This is a common profession in China!
In addition to visiting various places, Guan Heng wanted to see how soul collectors collect ghosts. After observing several times, he found that there are only a few methods used by Chinese soul collectors. Most of them use The specially refined magic weapon restrains the movements of the ghost, puts it into a container, and stores it on the soul altar shelf. After a few days of natural refining, the ghost cannot absorb the essence of the sun and moon, and will naturally disappear into the container jar!
This method is very simple. Guan Heng also heard before that due to the collapse of the entrance and exit of the Three Realms, newly dead ghosts cannot enter the underworld, so they can only be refined by soul collectors, thus returning to the origin of heaven and earth!
"Well, that's all I know about soul collectors. There's nothing new anyway!" Guan Heng thought to himself: "Now I would like to know some anecdotes about ghost masters, but this profession is compared to collectors. Soul masters are too secluded and are now on the verge of being lost!"
Soul collectors are easy to find, and there are them in every city, but there is no one among ten thousand, or even one hundred thousand, who can handle ghosts! Just because the conditions for becoming a ghost master are a bit harsh, such as being born with the ability to see the eyes of ghosts, which is the same as a soul collector. However, it is a bit tricky to control ghosts and assimilate with ghosts. Besides, this kind of ghost control method It is basically of no use in today's China. The ghosts you can encounter are just ordinary people when they are alive. Even if they are manipulated and assimilated, they will not increase their abilities much and they will not be able to help their masters!
Ghost Controller is a completely useless and useless profession. It has been abandoned by the current Chinese supernatural world. How to find it?
At the same time, in the same city, in a certain alley.
"Huh huh..." A young girl in a yellow shirt ran with sweat on her face and panted, "Ah, I have to get there, otherwise it will be too late!" The girl rushed out of the small building in three steps and two steps at a time. Lane, but did not pay attention to the foot trip!
"Wow!!" She threw herself to the ground, scratching her elbows and knees, and spraining her feet. "Ugh, it hurts so much! Damn it!"
"Hey, girl, are you okay?" Guan Heng happened to be passing by, saw the girl fall, and ran over to help her up.
The girl in the yellow shirt stood up and immediately bounced up as soon as her left foot touched the ground: "Ah, it hurts!"
"It seems your foot is sprained!" Guan Heng observed carefully and said, "I'd better take you to the hospital!"
"No, no, no, no!" The girl shook her head quickly. She said to Guan Heng with a pleading face, "Sir, I have something urgent to go to the Cao Ji Noodle House nearby. Can you please send me there?"
"This... okay!" Guan Heng saw that the girl seemed to be really in a hurry, so he helped the girl walk through the streets and alleys, and spent about ten minutes arriving at the Caoji Noodle House located in a remote alley.
"It's weird. Others open restaurants in busy areas. This way, there will be more customers and business!" Guan Heng thought as he looked at the dirty noodle shop front. "This noodle shop is weird. It actually chose an ordinary person. It’s a dead end that you rarely come to!”
This noodle shop is a two-story building, with only one floor being used as a store. The upper floor is a residential room. The architectural style is simple, with three to five tables and seven or eight chairs. Directly opposite the door is the kitchen window a few steps away. Guan Heng can vaguely see it. There was a tall man with an apron tied around his waist and he was busy with his back to the window!
After entering the door, Guan Heng realized that there were quite a lot of guests here, and they were of all ages, men, women and children. They all lowered their heads and snored while eating noodles, with beads of sweat on their foreheads and temples. When they saw the diners' expressions, The feeling of satisfaction was as if they were eating delicacies like a Manchu banquet!
"Hmm..." Guan Hengti took a whiff, "It does smell good! I just don't know what it tastes like..." He had been walking on the road for most of the day and hadn't eaten anything yet, so he decided to stay here later. Have lunch!
"Hey! Don't stand at the door blocking the road!" An old voice suddenly sounded from behind. Guan Heng quickly helped the girl to the side. When he looked again, it turned out to be a gray-haired old man walking tremblingly on a crutch. After entering the store, he moved to the nearest table in a few steps.
"Jiang Shen! Come here!" The old man was obviously a regular customer and waved to the waiter.
The man was a dark-skinned, short but strong young man. He came over quickly and said, "Uncle Huo, are you still the same? Three bowls of signature beef noodles?"
"That's right, go talk to your brother quickly!" The old man smiled and said, "Tell him to be more agile and let him play more..."
"I know! Put more oily chilies and chopped green onions!" The strong young man said with a smile, "You haven't changed after eating it for forty years. If I don't remember it anymore, I will really become a stupid boy!"
He turned around and was about to go to the stove to tell his elder brother to make noodles, but he saw Guan Heng and the girl in the yellow shirt standing there in a daze, so he took the initiative to ask: "You two noodle students, is this your first time here? I highly recommend it. Cao’s old restaurant’s signature beef noodles, here are all repeat customers who can’t forget the taste after eating it once! Hehe!”
"I'm sorry, I, I want to find Mr. Jiang... uh!" The girl in the yellow shirt had just said half a sentence when she suddenly fainted from exhaustion and was supported by Guan Heng: "Hey, miss! Wake up!"
"Hey! What's going on?" Jiang Shen, the waiter at the noodle shop, looked puzzled and asked Guan Heng.
"This... I don't know either!" Guan Heng shook his head and said, "I saw this girl fall on the street in front of me, so I helped her up. She told me that she wanted to come to Cao's Noodle House to find someone! I thought this girl's feet were too weak. It was sprained and it was really inconvenient to move, so I helped her over!"
