The sky lit up, the sun appeared, and every household opened their doors and walked out one by one, which made the city more lively.
Song Yin and others cleaned the lobby, rested for an hour, and then walked out of Yizhuang. At this time, the streets were also filled with people.
In the county town, business people are still doing business, and those setting up stalls are also setting up stalls. It seems to be no different from ordinary cities.
Except that the night does not belong to them, the day is no different from ordinary people.
There was no fear on their faces. After all, they had been living like this for as long as they could remember, and ghosts lived with them.
Song Yin and his party were walking on the street when they came across a porridge stall. They gave them money and sat down here.
The stall owner got a few bowls of porridge and a few plates of pickles and placed them on their small table.
"Shopkeeper, I want to ask you something." Song Yin said suddenly when he saw the sticky white porridge.
The stall owner glanced at the crowd and saw how tall and luxurious these people were. He said politely: "I don't dare to call myself the shopkeeper. I just set up a stall. If you have any questions, feel free to ask."
"Where did this food come from?" Song Yin pointed at the white porridge and asked.
"The guests asked very curious questions. Of course they bought it, and they also grew their own food." The stall owner laughed.
"Oh? But there are so many ghosts here, won't something happen?" Song Yin asked.
Hearing this, the stall owner was stunned for a moment and said, "It's nothing like ghosts. I've lived for more than thirty years, and I've lived in peace. If they really find me, it will be my bad luck."
As he said that, he asked: "Are some of them from outside?"
Song Yin nodded: "Is this true everywhere in Yan?"
"Then I don't know. I've never been out of Guangping County in my life, but I heard from business people that it's the same everywhere."
The stall owner said: "For those of you who are here, can you tell me what's going on outside? That's good. I invited you earlier today."
First-hand information is definitely worth it. Getting some gossip can also be used as conversation topics, and it can also attract many customers. They can listen to what they have learned and order a bowl of white porridge or something. If they say it is beautiful, they can also order some. A bowl of sesame porridge.
Song Yin was about to speak, but Zhang Feixuan smiled first and said: "We are also ignorant and we are wondering if it is different in different places, so I came to ask, you have business here, but there are zombies and skeletons outside, how did they get here? ?”
The stall owner said strangely: "I've heard of zombie skeletons outside. That's okay. Just walk along the road. Didn't you come in here too?"
"exactly."
Zhang Feixuan nodded as usual and said: "Shopkeeper, we are new here, so I want to ask you some more questions so that we can get to know you better."
He stretched out his sleeves, took out a tael of silver, and said, "I'll take care of the food money. I'll bring you all the delicious food. I'll reward you with the extra."
The stall owner's eyes lit up, and he hurriedly hugged Yinzi over, his face as bright as a flower, "Don't worry, if the guests want to know, as long as I know, I will tell you everything!"
A bowl of porridge and a dish of side dishes cost only two cents, and five people only cost ten cents. This one tael of silver was worth a thousand cents, which was almost half of his monthly income.
Zhang Feixuan is good at dealing with people. He looks noble, dresses gorgeously, and spends money generously. The stall owner only thinks of him as a noble person, and he doesn't wonder why they ask so many questions. He basically answers what he asks.
In the words of the stall owner, it’s the same life anyway.
This is naturally the case in Guangping County.
Although it is said that a hundred ghosts travel at night, nothing happens during the day. As long as you don't go far or into the wilderness, you are basically safe.
They have a special road for walking. There is a high probability that nothing will happen if you take this road during the day, or if something happens, it is pure bad luck. The number of such people is small, which is equivalent to the probability of being robbed or being picked up and eaten by wild beasts. almost.
The stall owner himself has been to nearby villages and enthusiastically marked the location.
As for zombies and skeletons, he had never encountered them before. The traders who came were also accompanied by powerful guards, each holding a weapon. It would not be too difficult to deal with a zombie skeleton.
"What if we don't want to walk along the road?" Song Yin asked at this time.
"Then you have to invite an immortal." The stall owner said, "I invite an immortal to conquer the demons along the way and ensure that nothing happens to you."
"Great Immortal?!"
Song Yin was stunned and said excitedly: "Is he a Taoist who is helping you? Could it be that he is a righteous Taoist?"
There is a right way!
Is it possible that what I said just now is effective now?
No wonder so!
Why are hundreds of ghosts running rampant here, but mortals are still the same. Although they are full of resentment, if there is the protection of the right path, they can naturally live in peace.
As for why the ghosts are not eliminated.
Righteousness is weak.
Song Yin knew this. The Jinxian Sect also had a hard time getting to Daqian from Shangeda.
And this can only be done by oneself. If the master had not discovered him, the Golden Immortal Sect would still be dormant and forbearing in the Sumeru veins.
Only with the talent of a great immortal like myself can we do this kind of thing.
Otherwise, why would the master often shed tears after taking him in?
Isn't it just because he is a great immortal, which makes people feel relieved and feels that the Golden Immortal Sect is saved and can save the world and save people.
In other righteous ways, people who may not have the same qualifications as myself are still struggling.
But it doesn't matter!
He, Song Yin, does not discriminate at all, nor does he realize that these righteous lives are miserable.
They are all the same people, but on the contrary, they are not in a remote rural area, but are exorcising demons and defending the road in this big swallow, which is even more admirable.
The master is dormant, but they work directly.
All fascinating.
Song Yin naturally wanted to communicate more with them.
"The right way? I don't know." The stall owner looked strange.
That way, it's not that you don't know the right path, it's that you don't even know the concept of the right path.
"You have to ask the county magistrate about this. The county magistrate knows."
"Excuse me!" Song Yin cupped his hands and quickly finished his breakfast.
"Junior brother and sister, follow me to the county office after eating!"
His excited expression made others suffer.
Zhang Feixuan looked bitter, Wang Qi was gritting his teeth, and Gao Sishu lowered his head and said nothing, his face silent.
What great immortal are you talking about at this time?
Didn't this make senior brother misunderstood?
What about subduing demons? There are no monks who subjugate demons. They all have other ideas in their hearts.
But the senior brother is so excited, how dare they say anything, and they can't extinguish the senior brother's interest.
After breakfast, a few people walked on the street again. Looking at the passers-by, Zhang Feixuan shook his head: "Everyone has his own way of survival."
After all, it is a place under the rule of the 'righteous way', and it is impossible to be as wanton as the evil way. Even the former sound and silent gates were in order, and naturally the same is true here.
Although the Night Walk of One Hundred Ghosts is scary, even without his senior brother, the ghosts Zhang Feixuan saw did not seem to be particularly ferocious ghosts, but just regular ghosts.
As for the great immortal, they are now going to the county government office. To be precise, the senior brother is impatient. He wants to go to the county magistrate and ask what kind of great immortal they have seen.
(End of chapter)
