Practitioner with the World Gate

Chapter 284 New World!
A new world opened inside the body.

Lu Fan woke up from the chaos, and found that the surroundings seemed to be plunged into the darkness of Jiuyou, and the smell of decay was everywhere.

"Didn't I reincarnate as a clone? Why is it like resurrecting a dead body?"

He thought that he was underground or in a coffin, and he would break through the ground by mobilizing Yuan Qi.

I didn't think about it, and before I had time to do it, I suddenly felt a ray of light in front of my eyes.

It's not very bright, just moonlight and a little lantern light.

But for Lu Fan, who was immersed in the darkness of the Nine Nethers, it was no different from the underground people seeing the light of the sun.

In the next second, sight began to recover, and countless information poured into Liujue.

"before me"

Lu Fan frowned and looked around.

This is a long street compacted with loess, and there are some ancient Chinese buildings lined up along the street.

Although it was late at night and the Jade Rabbit was in the middle of the sky, there were white lanterns hanging on both sides of the long street, and the lights and moonlight were bright.

The long street is even more crowded with people, but the clothes on the pedestrians are either loose clothes with broad sleeves or sackcloth bunts. Even the goods hawked by the street vendors are hairpins, candied haws and the like, without any trace of modern society.

It's like diving headfirst into a period drama.

There is some light mist lingering on the street, although the lights are still bright, but farther away, they are a little indistinct.

Therefore, pedestrians seem to come from nothingness, and then walk into nothingness again.

"Selling candied haws!" shouted an old man on the side of the street carrying a straw pole.

"Newly picked mountain flowers today." The little girl in a sura skirt passed Lu Fan with a basket on her shoulders.

New world?
Walking on this long street, Lu Fan felt that this new world was so interesting.

It stinks here, worse than the rotten smell in the dark before!

"guest."

A middle-aged man with a white cloth on his shoulders suddenly stopped him.

"Want some noodles?"

"noodle?"

Lu Fan stopped and tilted his head to look at the middle-aged man's noodle stall.

I don't know what kind of material that side is made of, it turned out to be black, and these chopped green onions were sprinkled on it, and when it was washed by the boiling hot noodle soup, the hot air mixed with the aroma rushed straight to the person's face.

"Let's have a bowl of noodles, there are soup noodles, there are dry noodles, there are."

The chattering introduction of the middle-aged man.

noodle?interesting!
Just as Lu Fan was about to speak, he heard a hoarse voice from the next seat.

"Shopkeeper, your soup tastes weak."

Following the sound, a stooped old man moved to the big pot for cooking noodles with a noodle bowl in his hand.

"Okay, the customer is waiting, I will mention the taste now."

Let’s talk, the owner of the noodle stall held his head with both hands, and with just such a turn, his head was twisted off by himself, and then he groped for the noodle pot, and threw his head into the boiling noodle soup.

This is no noodles, this is soup!
The flame under the pot was not red but green, and what was burning inside was not wood, but human bones.

Such a horrifying scene, but the surrounding diners did not look surprised at all.

Lu Fan looked at the other vendors on the long street with a half-smile.

"Your flowers."

The little girl in the sura skirt took out a dead man's hand from the basket with a smile, and handed it to a pair of pale-faced men and women.

"Candied haws, take it."

The old man took out a bamboo stick, and instead of sugar balls stuck in it, there were red eyes.

He knelt down and handed the string of eyeballs to a child with braids.

The child took the eyeballs and opened his mouth wide. The mouth opened wider and wider. The corners of the mouth seemed to be cracked to the base of the ears. Even one of his own eyeballs was squeezed out, but he caught the eyeballs nonchalantly, and said The eyeballs were stuffed into the mouth together.

"Crack."

Juice splashes.

Lu Fan turned his head, and the face in front of him was no face.

The black noodles were clearly a mass of hair soaked in water, but the green onions on top were maggots chopped with knives.

This is not a night market, it is clearly a ghost market!

Turning back to look at the direction of the noodle pot, the old man stood there blankly holding the noodle bowl, while the headless boss was stirring the pot with a long-handled ladle, making the human head soup cooked by his own head.

The aroma of the soup rushed into the nose again, making people sick to the stomach.

"Guest, why don't you eat noodles? Why don't you pay?"

The headless noodle stall owner floated behind Lu Fan and asked in a resentful voice.

For a moment, the street suddenly became quiet. The ghosts who were doing their own things stopped what they were doing, looked at this side in unison, and slowly surrounded them.

The way forward was blocked.

"Eat noodles? Give money?"

Lu Fan didn't shy away from turning around when facing Xie Chong, and turned to look at the stall owner.

He clamped the head around his waist with one hand, the head was full of water stains and was steaming hot.

"Guest." The head opened its mouth and said, "You don't have money, do you?"

Lu Fan nodded and didn't speak.

"That doesn't matter."

The head said with a smile, and pressed his head back to the neck while talking, and wiped the soup on his face with a rag, maybe it was overcooked, and the places where the rag wiped were all skinned and fleshy, exposing the white bones.

"The customer can use other things to settle the bill."

"Refund?"

"That's right!" the owner of the noodle stall said quietly, "Heart, liver, spleen, lung, kidney, can you get it anywhere?"

After speaking, a group of ghosts approached.

They either show a hideous look of death, or show a greedy and sinister look.

The old ghost with stringed eyes stared at his eyes, and the female ghost selling flowers stared at his hands.

Greedy eyes fell on every part of the body.

The ghosts wanted to tear him apart.

Surrounded by a group of ghosts, Lu Fan smiled even more in his heart.

Interesting, very interesting, this world is interesting, this way of [entering] is even more interesting!
The darkness before was not an illusion, it should be the Land of Nine Serenities.

There should be a hell in this world, and I use the clone to enter the body, not the way to open the door like before.

This also resulted in some small bugs.

Therefore, when he first landed, his position was the intersection of Yin and Yang.

As for itself, it exists in a [quantum state] that seems to exist but is not there, and seems to be nothing but nothing.

Slowly, he came back to life, and after becoming a stranger, he would automatically stay away from the Nine Nether Lands.

But in this world they are not considered alive.

It is estimated that the will of the world brought him here according to a fixed procedure.

Ghost city, here is ghost city!

Leaving the place where Yin and Yang divide, without going to the underworld, but I have no coordinates (physical body) in the human world, so I will naturally go to the ghost market.

If an ordinary person died and did not go to the underworld by mistake, but his physical body was damaged, he would also come to the ghost market.

As for whether it is a ghost city or not, it is not certain.

Lu Fan looked at the group of ghosts around him, and planned to teach them how to do ghosts.

suddenly.

A white lantern emerged from the crevice of the ghost.

"Please, let me go."

Immediately afterwards, a man who wrapped himself tightly in a cloak came out following the lantern.

"I gave him his face money."

After finishing speaking, the man took out a handful of paper money from his cloak, stuffed it into the noodle shop owner's arms, and then grabbed Lu Fan's wrist, and shouted in a low voice, "Follow me."

As he spoke, he drew the white lantern in his hand forward.

The group of ghosts in front of the lantern all dispersed to form a path.

The man in the cloak led Lu Fan and ran quickly all the way. Lu Fan only felt that the scenery on both sides was changing, the white lanterns hanging on the street gradually became rare, and the ghosts on the roadside disappeared.

Finally, the two stopped, and the white lantern in their hands flickered a few times, then a warm orange light rose, as if they had returned to the world.

Lu Fan looked back, but he couldn't see the noisy ghost market behind him.

What I saw in front of me was just a few dilapidated thatched huts with a short and narrow dirt road sandwiched between them.

There are a few emerald green phosphorous fires floating in the middle.

There was a hessing sound behind him, and the man in the cloak unbuttoned his cloak, but inside was an old Taoist priest with gray beard and hair.

The old Taoist cursed at him.

"Don't you think your life is too long, kid? Is it possible to enter the ghost market casually? If it weren't for me today..."

As he said that, the old Taoist poked Lu Fan's body with the wooden handle of the lantern a few times, "The heart, liver and spleen must be used by that dead ghost to make sausages, and the bones must be used as firewood."

"So this is ah!"

Lu Fan pretended to be suddenly enlightened, smiled and cupped his hands to express his gratitude to the old Taoist: "Thank you, old god."

It was meant to be a polite remark, but the old Taoist suddenly turned his eyes and mouth slanted, drooling and trembling all over.

It lasted about three seconds, before he returned to normal, like a frightened cat, he jumped five or six meters away.

Looking at Lu Fan from a distance with vigilant eyes: "You, you, what are you, kid!"

Can't bear it?Am I unbearable for his acknowledgment or his flattery?
No no no, it's impossible, this guy is not the emperor of the world, let alone a star from heaven, there is no reason!

The old Taoist couldn't figure out Lu Fan for a while, but when he looked at him again, he suddenly felt that the fog on this man was ten thousand times thicker than the ghost fog in the ghost city.

"I?"

Lu Fan thought for a while, and said: "I only know that my name is Lu Fan, I don't know where I come from, and I don't know where I should go!"

"Soul-lost disease? Could it be that you are helping me?" The old Taoist was a little confused.

"It's not dementia."

Lu Fan looked affirmative: "I don't know, I can't remember."

Hearing what he said, the old Taoist felt a little relieved, and took half a step closer on tiptoe.

no response.

Another half step closer.

no response.

Now he stepped forward, but unexpectedly Lu Fan cupped his hands again: "Thank you."

"Yo yo yo!"

The old Taoist put his hands in front of him and let out a strange cry, and it took him a long time to put it down in embarrassment.

It is a stress reaction, not as unbearable as before.

It seems that the phrase [Old Immortal] has nothing to do with bowing hands and saying thanks.

"You don't flatter others in the future, you know?"

"What the hell?" Lu Fan asked with a dazed expression.

"No why!"

The old Taoist glared at him bravely, but did not respond, then glared again, but still did not respond.

This time I was completely relieved: "In short, you can thank others in the future, but you just can't flatter others, you know?"

"Oh."

"Humph."

The old Taoist nodded, humming and chirping, and then stepped out, his figure changing unpredictably, and left the place.

After a long time, he turned back and looked at Lu Fan: "Why don't you leave?"

"Where?"

"Follow me!"

Lu Fan looked at him with a very strange look: "I thought you were a ghost, and you disappeared after a while."

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Now the old Taoist seemed to have had enough probing, scratching his head: "To tell you the truth, I also thought you were a ghost!"

He fell ill again, his mouth was crooked, his eyes were slanted, his saliva was drooling, and his whole body was trembling.

Three seconds later, the old Taoist screamed strangely and ran away: "I won't play with you anymore, you, you, you, you are not right!"

He learned a lot from a pitfall, and he concluded the following points.

First, you can't let Lu Fan flatter you, or you will suffer disaster.

Second, you can't scold Lu Fan, otherwise you will suffer disaster.

Third, this kid has a problem, a big problem!

Fourth, I can't ignore him yet.

Everyone knows that curiosity killed the cat, but the problem is that cats have nine lives!
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"When this place was prosperous, it was originally a market place. Later, there was a disaster. Before the disaster was over, bandits arose. When there was a riot, soldiers were attracted. After three rounds, the living and the dead left. The next ghosts are still lingering here."

With that said, the old Taoist led Lu Fan into a dilapidated cottage by the roadside.

The place is dilapidated, with cracks visible on the walls, the windows are falling off, and the tiled roof above the head has some holes, but fortunately, it can barely shelter from the wind and rain.

Lu Fan's eyes swept across the corner, where two dead bones, one big and one small, hugged each other to death.

"Don't be afraid." The old Taoist said with a smile, "This dry bone doesn't bite."

After speaking, he walked to the dry bones and made a speech.

"Master, this little brother has to spend the night in your house, please forgive me."

The same is true for Lu Fan.

The two ghosts floating in mid-air next to the dead bones were a peasant woman holding a child, dressed in rags and with a withered complexion.

At this time, the old Taoist found another blind spot.

This weird kid, when he learned how to play Jishou by himself, his immortal spirit was much stronger than his own!

No, you can't say that you are a fairy, just like a serious Taoist fairy!
Good skin, if I had a tenth or two of your tolerance back then, why bother to get to where I am today.

The old Taoist attributed everything to Lu Fan's good looks.

The two made a simple bed in each corner of the house with straw.

The old Taoist sat cross-legged on the couch and said:

"The old Taoist name is Xuanji, the common surname is Liu, and the single name has the word Jing. The boy calls me Taoist Liu."

"Liu Taoist."

Lu Fan honestly called out.

"What about you? Call you Lu Fan?"

Seeing that he was not sick, the old Taoist became more courageous, and the desire to die came up again.

"Cough, how old am I? Is it okay to call you Lu boy?"

no response.

"Is it okay to call you Xiao Lu?"

Still no response.

"Call you."

Boom! ! ! !
There was a sudden thunder explosion in the sky outside, which blocked what the old Taoist was about to say.

He turned pale with fright.

Strangely enough, the two ghosts who should have been knocked out of their wits by the thunder were unharmed.

It seems that this thunder is specifically aimed at the old Taoist priest.

"Just call you Lu Fan!"

The old Taoist trembled his lips: "Sleep and sleep, we will talk about tomorrow!"

Lu Fan was very curious, what was his last name?
As for the vision from the sky, there is nothing to say about it.

Lu Fan glanced at the sky through the hole in the roof.

The sky seemed to be watching him too.

What an interesting world, I have no objection, here to be a really good person, a good Taoist priest.

See what you can do for me!
(End of this chapter)