"Brothers, we are all ghosts in the Yang world, and we know very well the hardships of this lonely ghost."
"In the city of Qiantang, the living are always on guard against the dead. We are not allowed to participate in the honorable business of those who print books, make clothes, and engrave gold and silver. Even if we pretend to be alive and hide it, if our identity is accidentally revealed for a moment, , and immediately summoned the monks to drive him away, and the Taoist priests to kill him. I just got up early and stayed in the dark, scrimped and saved some money, and there were ghosts, wandering spirits, evil spirits and scoundrels asking for money!"
"Not to mention that the divine light everywhere made our souls uneasy, the cold wind blew all over our bodies, and the cold fog made our bodies tremble and our teeth tremble from time to time. We are not at all as carefree as those who fly to the mountains."
"But why would hundreds of thousands of dead people in the city prefer to die in the city rather than seek refuge in Feilai Mountain?"
"It's not because of the hardships in the mountains! We eat grass stems and wild fruits, drink dew and cold springs, wear grass leaves and trees and vines, and sleep in caves and forest streams. In Qiantang City, there are still Shigu sacrifices every month, and from time to time I can pick up some residual fragrant cold meat, but in Feilai Mountain, the only company is the mountain breeze."
When it comes to making money and reincarnating, Huang Wei is always full of action, so he dragged Li Changan to Feilaishan that day.
Thanks to Fifth Sister He, there were no little ghosts blocking the way this time, and they soon met the leader of the ghosts in the mountains - Bronze Tiger - at Pochi Taoist Temple.
Huangwei immediately drew a big cake for him, attracting many ghosts to come and watch. Soon, the Taoist temple was crowded with all kinds of evil ghosts. They showed various signs of death and fierceness. I was afraid that if an ordinary mage saw it, he would have to go see the ancestor on the spot. .
Huang Wei calmly moved closer to Li Changan.
"But I have a little doubt. "Qian Tang Tongzhi" records that Feilai Mountain in the past was famous for its rich products. And from what I can see with my eyes, this statement is true. You guard the treasure mountain, but you can only sneak in from time to time. People who beg for food in the city are detested by the world and are given the reputation of 'the invisible thief'. It is really puzzling to think that he is holding a golden bowl and begging for food."
As soon as these words came out, there was an uproar in the Taoist temple.
While everyone is bemoaning their situation, you tell them that you are solely to blame.
The group of ghosts were very irritable, Xiao Qi was the most impatient, and immediately said angrily:
"The yellow-haired face talks so rudely! There are more ghosts than rats in the mountains. Every time you dig up a fat worm, you have to be wary of being snatched by others. There are not even a bird in the forest. How can there be abundance?"
All the ghosts responded one after another, and the Yin Qi enveloped him miserably. Huang Wei took another step towards the Taoist priest.
He had been waiting for this sentence for a long time, smiled, and looked confident:
"There are so many fierce ghosts in the mountains, and the ferocious atmosphere is so deep that birds and beasts naturally dare not approach them. But let me ask you, is there honey in the mountains?"
The ghosts murmured for a while, "Nothing, a hanged ghost came out."
"There are many beehives in the woods in the north of the mountain, but the black blind man keeps a close eye on them, so we can't eat them."
Huang Wei nodded: "One pound of honey on the market is priced at 600 wen. If there is good royal jelly, the price is better than gold. It's not a lie."
He smiled and asked again: "Is there any firewood in the mountains?"
The ghosts laughed loudly: "There are vegetation everywhere in the mountains, how can there be no firewood?"
Huang Wei nodded again: "A load of firewood is 200 Wen, and a pound of charcoal is 30 Wen."
He asked again: "Are there bamboo shoots, mushrooms, chestnuts and other mountain products?"
At this time, the ghosts answered quickly: "There are large bamboo forests in Shanyang, and there is no shortage of bamboo shoots. As for mushrooms and chestnuts, they are what we eat on a daily basis."
Huang Wei nodded again: "Dried bamboo shoots are 400 Wen per catty, flower mushrooms are 25 Wen per catty, and chestnuts are 70 Wen per catty."
Ghosts are also transformed from humans.
The ghosts didn't understand Huang Wei's meaning. They had a chaotic quarrel, but Xiao Qi came out and shouted: "We all know what Huang Langjun said. It's just that the living are afraid of us and don't dare to come to the mountains to collect goods; we don't care about the city either." If the temple is happy, if you get close to Qiantang, you will be expelled. No matter how valuable the things in the mountains are, they can't be sold, so what can we do?"
The ghosts responded with another commotion, and their evil aura surged more and more.
The hanged ghost's long tongue was about to hit Huang Wei's face, and the headless ghost's neck blood spurted to the Taoist priest's feet... All kinds of ferocious and fierce appearances were almost right in front of his eyes!
Huangwei's legs were trembling, but for the sake of a small amount of money, he managed to look calm and calm.
He smiled and pointed at himself and Li Changan, the meaning was self-evident.
"What does he mean? Give it to them? We don't even have enough to eat ourselves."
"Idiot! What he means is that they will help us sell it."
"Hey, who are you talking about, idiot?"
"Idiot said...you talkative talker, are you smart now? Watch!"
Putting aside the struggling group of people, most of the fierce ghosts were already moved, but after all, there were too many heads and it was difficult to unify their opinions, so they were still in a quarrel.
Huangwei continued his efforts:
"Of the many products produced in Feilaishan, the most valuable ones are not honey, firewood, and mountain products, but herbs. Most of the Chinese herbal medicines in Qiantang City are sold from other places and are expensive. As long as we transport the herbs out, we don't have to worry about sales. Supplemented by all kinds of mountain goods, we can earn money every month..."
He paused deliberately.
"Not worth a hundred taels!"
Huang Wei was so excited that he couldn't care less about being afraid.
"The grains on the market cost only ten yuan a pound, and pork is the cheapest, only forty or fifty yuan a pound. Herbs are just weeds in the mountains, but when sold for money they can be exchanged for countless rice and meat. How can it not be better than eating in the wind and drinking dew?" "
Who would eat grass roots if there is rice and meat? People want to live a good life, and so do ghosts. The Taoist temple was already noisy, and a ghost shouted loudly:
“Pork is stinky, but mutton is delicious!”
The Taoist priest murmured, "The front man is still eating bugs, does this man think pork is coquettish?" Huang Wei nodded firmly: "Mutton is twice as much as pork, but it's only 80 yuan."
"You can't have meat without wine."
"Easy to say, a pound of soju is 15 cents."
"I want salt! I want cloth!"
"A stone of salt costs 30 coins, and a foot of white coarse cloth also costs 30 coins."
How could the group of ghosts hold back, they all came to ask for sauce, vinegar, tea, raw heads, boots, pots, bowls, dice... even the decapitated ghost couldn't squeeze in, so he asked The head was taken off and thrown over.
His head rolled around the Taoist priest's feet, shouting at the top of his lungs: "Chungong Tu! Chungong Tu!"
Li Changan kicked the "ball" away as if nothing happened.
Huangwei over there has already thrown out the last bargaining chip:
"I heard that the reason why Wannian Gong has been ill for a long time and difficult to cure is all due to the accumulation of resentment in the mountains. If I can get money, I might be able to invite a mage to go to the altar on the mountain to pray for blessings and resolve the grudges. In this way, can the pool of resentment in the mountains be resolved and the entanglements can be cured? What about Wannian Gong’s stubborn illness?”
This sentence seemed to have magic power, and the noisy Taoist temple suddenly became quiet. The ghosts focused their eyes on the bronze tiger, and every sight was full of hope.
Tonghu, who had been silent until now, finally spoke:
"We can't make the decision on this matter, so we must report it to my lord."
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"No."
It is still a courtyard transformed into branches and leaves.
Huangwei painted the pie again, but Wan Nianjun refused.
Huang Wei was anxious: "Lang Jun! This is the best of both worlds, why..."
Li Changan held him back: "Does Wan Nian Gong have concerns?"
Wan Niangong did not answer, but asked: "How do you two plan to collect mountain products and herbs?"
"All kinds of mountain products can be collected by everyone in the mountains. For the remaining herbs, we have negotiated with Wuniang. Initially, she can take the children up the mountain to collect herbs. When the business stabilizes, we will find a few dead people who know herbal medicine to replace them."
"That's it." Wannian Gong sighed, "That's why it can't be done."
He poured tea for the Taoist priest and Huangwei: "The two of you planned well, but unfortunately it was too late."
Then he asked again: "The Taoist priest knows the Dharma and the mysteries, so he should know the difference between serious ghosts and ordinary ghosts."
"I don't dare to take it." Li Changan took a sip of tea, feeling cool all over his body. "Ghosts are just dead people, but evil ghosts have too deep obsessions and heavy resentments, and their minds can easily be robbed by vicious auras."
"When the Taoist priest went up the mountain, how many ghosts did he see?"
Li Changan really counted them.
"Forty to five."
Wannian Gong was silent for a while after hearing this, and then he sighed: "Two more are missing."
Tonghu, who was standing next to him, quickly comforted him: "It's not my fault that I failed to wait, and it's not my fault."
Wan Niangong waved his hand and asked again: "Has Taoist Priest ever seen the black pool at my feet?"
"Of course." Li Changan nodded. The pond of resentment was deep and wide, which impressed him deeply.
Wan Niangong smiled softly and said: "Such a big pool, how can it be built up by the grievances of dozens and hundreds of evil ghosts?"
He said calmly.
"For a thousand years, I have been ordered by the Heavenly Master to guard Feilai Mountain. At the same time, I have also taken in the evil ghosts hiding in the mountain and helped them resolve their grievances. But I overestimated my ability. The number of evil ghosts in the mountain increased every year. I resolved their grievances. However, my ability has not increased, and over time, my resentment has condensed into a pool, eroding my roots from time to time. Two hundred years ago, the children in the mountains noticed my predicament and refused to hand over their resentment to me."
"The forty-five that the Taoist Master saw are the only remaining ghosts in the mountain who can suppress resentment and maintain reason. Most of the rest have scattered into the mountain. They are always tortured by resentment, and most of them have lost their human bodies. At the same time, The trees, rocks, birds, beasts, and even miasma in the mountains combine to make them less awake and more mad. I can only restrain them reluctantly, so as not to go down the mountain to cause trouble."
"The honey, firewood, wild products, and herbs that the two of you asked for are all in their hands."
The two ghosts looked at each other. They considered everything but forgot this point.
I have really stayed in the peaceful and peaceful Qiantang City for a long time, and I thought that even the evil ghost king has rules to follow, not to mention that there is Wannian Gong in the Feilai Mountain to control it, but I forgot that the evil ghost has no reason to explain.
Huangwei scratched his ears and cheeks, then asked, "What if we ask Brother Bronze Tiger to take care of us when collecting herbs?"
Wannian Gong shook his head and said nothing, but Bronze Tiger crossed his arms and sneered: "Who do you think is the most resentful person who came to the mountain? Why does a certain person wear this copper mask? And why does he spend all day with the statue in the temple? Companion? Isn’t it just to suppress the violence in my chest!”
Huangwei didn't dare to say anything, he just sighed with a crying face.
Li Changan drank the tea in one gulp and thought for a long time.
If it comes to restraining evil ghosts and evil spirits, isn't Lushan Cult the best at it?
"Did Wannian Gong ever know the art of entering the mountain?"
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There is an article in "Baopuzi" that says: Anyone who wants to combine medicine with the Tao and who wants to avoid chaos and live in seclusion should go into the mountains. However, those who do not know how to enter the mountains will encounter disasters more often. There is a proverb that says, under the Taihua, bones are scattered everywhere... The sergeant goes into the mountain, takes the Three Emperors' inscriptions and the true shape map of the Five Mountains, summons the mountain god where he is, and according to the ghost records, calls the state community and the Shanqing's house to ask, Then the monsters of wood and stone, the spirits of mountains and rivers, would not dare to test people. Next, he immediately set up seventy-two fine talismans to control all evils...
Of course, Li Changan was not a scholar. He did not have the inner text of the Three Emperors or the true shape map of the Five Mountains, so he had no way to follow the ghost records and summon the Zhoushe and Shanqing Zhaiwei. Not to mention the name of the mountain spirit, the Chapter of Hundred Evils cannot be produced.
But this idea can be used, the key lies in the "name".
When the ancients named them, they would inform the gods from all directions and the mountains and lands, believing that the name was an important part of a person.
Among the people, there is the nightmare technique of "calling souls by name". In the Qiantang Dynasty, there was a custom of "sending names to gods and Buddhas".
There is a mysterious and mysterious connection between the name and its owner. In the hands of a skilled warlock, getting a person's name means being able to control everything about that person.
Li Chang'an thought that if he could get all the powerful men in the mountain to hand over their names and list them into a talisman, combined with Lu Mountain's method of restraining the Five Rams, and his own "Expelling Gods" transformation, he should be able to create a "Li Xuanxiao Mountain Talisman". ".
It is used to suppress the fierce and stubborn ghosts in the mountains, so that the person wearing the talisman will not be harmed by the group of evil spirits, but can get help from them in the mountains.
After telling his thoughts, the Taoist said calmly:
"If you get the names of ghosts and gods, you will be qualified to summon ghosts and gods. The poor Taoist only wants to walk peacefully in the mountains, and has no intention of seeking soldiers and horses under the altar. After making the urn, you can give it to Wannian Gong and let Lang Jun come. Give me the 'Enter the Mountain Talisman'."
"It doesn't matter."
Wannian Gong didn't seem to care about this, and instead asked the Taoist priest.
"I see that there seems to be an air of purity in the soul of the Taoist Priest? I don't know where it comes from."
"I don't know, sir." Huangwei turned around and quickly replied, "There are several families in the city who have brought the Taoist priest's magic tablet into their homes, and they even have a name called the 'Ten Coin God'! "
But Wannian Gong shook his head: "The villagers' wild sacrifices are full of incense and cannot be a true god."
Li Changan thought for a moment: "Could it be that a few days ago, by chance, I had some merit and got a wind, fire and thunder in my name?"
"So that's it." Wan Niangong nodded, "His name is Lei Mansion, he can be considered as half a Heavenly Cao. The Taoist Master must be an upright and benevolent person."
"Have you prepared the materials for making the magic pot?"
“It’s not something ordinary yellow paper can accomplish, and things happen suddenly. How can we make preparations?”
"That's good!"
Wan Niangong stood up with a smile and waved in the air.
But the sky above them suddenly disintegrated into large branches and leaves, and through the gaps between the leaves, one could see tall and tall trees as tall as mountains.
No need to take a closer look.
The branches and leaves condensed into the sky again.
Wannian Gong already had an extra scroll in his hand.
"How about using this?"
Li Changan took it in his hand and immediately noticed that it was extraordinary. The scroll was simple on the outside, but there was a hidden spirit inside. It should have been refined by Wan Niangong using his own branches and bark.
Open it up.
The scroll is not blank. There is a name written on it - Wannian Jun.
Li Changan was surprised: "This?"
Wan Niangong said calmly: "The children in the mountains are used to being wild. Without my name, how can I control their stubbornness? I dare not ask for anything else. I only hope that under the restraint of the Taoist priest, they can regain their true nature a little bit." That’s all.”
The Taoist priest stood up and bowed deeply.
…………
It's night.
Thick fog rose from the sea, submerging Qiantang bit by bit, first the rivers, then the streets, and finally the high eaves and pavilions. Then it overflowed the gates of the city wall, flooded the surrounding suburbs, and reached the foot of the mountain. Then it was like a sea tide meeting the embankment and rolling back. go back.
On the top of Feilai Mountain, look down from above.
Heaven and earth are clearly separated.
The sea is one layer, the fog is one layer, the mountains are one layer, and the moon and sky are another layer.
"Taoist, Taoist!" Xiaoqi's cheers came first before the others arrived, "Should we go grab names?!"
"It's borrowing, not robbing."
Huang Wei retorted seriously, then laughed again.
"Wannian Gong and Brother Tonghu have already handed over their names, why don't you hand them over too?"
"Bah! The yellow-haired face is so shameless!"
Xiao Qi spat and turned around proudly. At night, his image changed drastically. Long and gorgeous feathers sprouted from his shoulder blades to the outer parts of his arms. The colors shimmered and changed under the moonlight, which was really beautiful.
"Xiao Qi is a free bird, and Big Brother has nothing to do with me!"
The fierce ghosts in the mountains are more and more rebellious. It is difficult to make them willingly hand over their names just by relying on Wannian Gong's orders. Li Changan has to "persuade" them one by one.
Wannian Gong cannot leave the valley, Bronze Tiger cannot leave the Taoist temple for a long time, and the other ghosts are too weak. Only Xiaoqi - he is not actually a ghost, but a spirit composed of the essence of the mountain and ghosts. His mind is not affected by the evil. Because he was familiar with every plant and tree in the mountains, he was arranged to lead the Taoist priest.
Over there, Huangwei and Xiaoqi were still bickering.
Here Li Changan drank the turbid wine given by Tonghu.
He looked up and took a long breath.
The moon is at the zenith of the sky, when all ghosts are traveling.
…………
"Except when collecting honey, Mr. Xiong sleeps all day long and only wakes up at 6:00 pm."
The first stop was a forest on the north side of Feilai Mountain.
The ancient trees are towering, so the moonlight is dim.
But deep into the center of the forest, there is a huge boulder lying on the ground, and there is a gap in the continuous tree dome. The moonlight pours in, reflecting the flowers and rocks on the ground, as well as the huge beehive on the old tree next to it.
Huang Wei looked around and saw that the scenery was so quiet that it was difficult to relate the word "serious ghost" to it.
Qidao: "Where is Master Xiong?"
"The old man is here."
The old and deafening words were accompanied by rumbles on the ground.
The huge rock in the forest actually sat up. It turned out that it was not a mountain rock, but a terrifyingly large black bear.
The black bear lowered his head, with a sad old man's face.
"Little bird, are they the Taoist priests my lord is talking about?"
"Yes, that's him." After Xiao Qi answered, he took out a bunch of dead mice, "Master Xiong, I want to exchange for honey!"
"Okay, okay, I'll give it to you later."
Mr. Xiong's eyes turned to Li Changan.
"My lord has an order, and I should obey it. Taoist priest, please come close."
Li Changan stepped forward calmly, and when he got closer, he realized that he had seen it wrong just now. Bear is actually not a bear. His body is made of bluestone, and his "fur" is the thick moss on the stone. He is a rock shaped like a big bear.
The Taoist priest lowered his head to take out the scroll.
I asked casually: "Is Xiong my father-in-law's real surname?"
"I'm too old to remember. The kid in the mountains also calls me 'Black Blind Man', so it's okay to call him by that name."
"Is my husband in the body of a bear or in the body of a stone?"
no answer.
Xiaoqi's smile faltered, she lost the mouse, strangled Huangwei's neck with one hand, and flew back with the other hand.
Li Changan saw a shadow suddenly pressing down from the corner of his eye.
Without thinking.
He jumped up onto the ancient branch next to him.
next moment.
The huge bear's paw fell heavily, stirring up earth and rocks like waves, and strong winds like waves. Immediately, the giant bear stood up and roared under the moon.
Xiao Qi couldn't stabilize his figure in the wind, and fell down together with Huang Tai, who rolled his eyes. He shouted:
"Oops! It's too long!"
The ancient tree swayed endlessly in the wind. Li Changan stabilized the branches and pulled down the edge of the bamboo hat to block the sand and soil splashing in the air waves.
Talk too much?
Does it mean that it delays Mr. Xiong’s time to wake up? Or was there something wrong that made him go crazy?
It's a pity that I don't have time to think about it.
The mountain-like body of Mr. Xiong was already chasing after him. He opened his mouth and bit, and with the sound of the impact of solid rocks, the giant tree immediately broke apart!
But Li Changan had already used the lightness of his soul to jump away in time, using the strength of the bear's head to fly to the side. There was already a branch as thick as an arm in his hand.
He muttered the words, and then threw them out with all his strength.
But there was a blade-like white light streaking through the air, and the branch actually penetrated the hard bluestone and penetrated deeply into Mr. Xiong's legs.
The damage was minimal, but it made Mr. Xiong even more crazy.
With Li Changan unable to stop attacking and biting him, the Taoist priest could only rely on his dexterity to maneuver around, and occasionally throw out a branch. For a time, the big trees in the forest were like weeds, being broken and broken.
The nearby big tree was almost broken, and Li Changan could no longer find cover to dodge when Master Xiong pounced again.
But he suddenly staggered, and his huge body fell down, causing the entire forest to shake.
Xiao Qi said "Yeah" from afar.
Huang Wei, who was hiding aside, quickly looked over.
But I saw four or five branches stuck in the crook of Mr. Xiong's legs. In a short period of time, these branches gave birth to new buds and branches, which intertwined with each other and formed a noose to lock Mr. Xiong's joints, causing him to lose balance for a moment.
The small branches are not worth mentioning to Master Xiong's huge body, and can be torn off with a little force.
But when he tried to get up.
Li Changan had quietly stood in front of him.
Holding the yellow talisman, he pressed his forehead.
"Certainly!"
