deceitful cultivator

Chapter 75 Zhuang Zhou Mengdie's Ghost Market

Ren Qing didn't know exactly how the matter of the Mud Club would ferment. Anyway, he received the reward for the task the next day.

I thought it would be what Huang Ziwan said, and the reward would be delivered by Ming Ya, but I didn't expect it to be Mu Yi.

The main reason was that Song Zongwu couldn't get out because he had something to do temporarily, so he entrusted Mu Yi to inform Ren Qing about the blood crystal in detail.

It can be seen from this that Song Zongwu will still pay attention to Ren Qing's movements.

After Mu Yi's explanation, Ren Qing figured out why the Jail Hall uses blood crystals as currency.

First of all, it is really easy to carry.

As long as it is roasted at high temperature, the blood crystals will liquefy and fuse with each other.

However, the fused blood crystal will not change in size, only the color and weight will increase.

Ren Qing chopped the blood crystal in half, and the broken blood crystal quickly turned into a drop shape, but the overall weight was the same.

It shows that there is almost no loss.

So much so that the weight of the blood crystal has become the standard of value evaluation.

A blood crystal of about one catty is called a 'sheng', and when it reaches ten catties, it is called a 'dou', and a hundred catties is called a 'stone'.

This kind of weight unit has actually been used for a long time, not only in the prison hall, but also in ordinary people. It is said that it has a history of thousands of years.

Ren Qing was deeply puzzled by this.

At present, Sanxiang City doesn't have any records about its history. It doesn't know what dynasty it is at all, and everyone even takes it for granted.

In order not to appear strange, Ren Qing never asked about the history that was erased, which probably involved the divided north.

I have to wait for my cultivation to be advanced before exploring.

Fortunately, the remuneration for this mission of the Mud Society is still very generous, which gave Ren Qing the hope of a sudden change in a short period of time.

Even if he beat soy sauce from beginning to end, the Jail Hall rewarded him with fifteen buckets of blood crystals, which is one and a half stones.

You must know that a hundred buckets of blood crystals can be exchanged for strange objects in the half-corpse realm.

However, for the vast majority of jailers, although there are a large number of strange objects in the jailer's hall, it is still not easy to pick out the strange objects with the desired alienation route.

So they either use blood crystals to buy resources, or save enough five hundred buckets to directly exchange for the cheats of spells.

Ren Qing couldn't help feeling sorry, if he had already become a reserve in the restricted area for disaster relief, he might not be able to choose spells.

He put the blood crystal and the big seedling knife into the prison in his belly, and then patiently stayed in the fire hall to practice for a few days.

When the ghost market was about to open, Huang Ziwan finally went to the appointment, and walked directly into Ren Qing's room under Bofeng's astonished eyes.

If it wasn't for Xiao Wu's recognition of Huang Ziwan, Bo Feng might not be able to resist going to report to the officials.

Ren Qing had already made preparations in the house, he was wearing a coir raincoat and a bamboo hat.

Huang Ziwan did not hide his appearance, he urged: "Brother Ren, let's go!"

Ren Qing took out a bone key and drew the doorway of the jailer's hall, and the two of them stepped back and forth to enter, and the wooden door disappeared after a while.

There was still rain of blood in Abi Hell, but it seemed much more lively.

Standing on the ribs, Ren Qing watched dozens of jailers heading to somewhere in the southeast. He did not expect so many monks to come to the ghost market.

Huang Ziwan said: "The ghost market can be exchanged for resources, you can come here every month if you are free."

Ren Qing asked curiously: "Are there any guards outside Xiangxiang?"

Huang Ziwan said softly: "I don't know how many unidentified restricted areas around Xiangxiang, so the Jail Hall does not allow jailers to leave Xiangxiang."

He paused and continued: "Song Zongwu must have left Xiangxiang, you can find a chance to test it out."

Ren Qing shook his head, Song Zongwu kept this secret, how could he speak up.

However, he had some vague guesses.

Ren Qing suspected that there were not many restricted areas in the south, so he blocked the guards with strange objects from going, so as not to spread the restricted area.

Xiangxiang may be a buffer zone, just at the junction of the north and the south.

And the North has completely fallen.

Huang Ziwan took Ren Qing for a long time, and the two came to the open space in the southeast, and then sat on a tree branch not far away.

Dozens of guards gathered nearby, seemingly waiting for something.

I don't know how long has passed.

Huang Ziwan started to feel sleepy and yawned, when suddenly he heard a jailer in the crowd shouting excitedly: "Here we come, Ghost City!!!"

The flat ground shook, and a thin mist slowly shrouded it.

The blood rain couldn't fall here, as if it was blocked by an inexplicable force.

After a while, the fog dissipated, and a dreamlike market came into view.

The market is bustling, passers-by are erratic, all kinds of stalls are overwhelmed, and there is a scent of snacks.

Everyone left immediately.

Jailers pass through the streets, and passers-by touch them and turn to smoke, only to regroup a moment later.

Ren Qing followed behind, couldn't help frowning and asked, "Is this a spell?"

Huang Ziwan nodded and said, "Mengdie Fa."

"Dream Butterfly Technique..."

Ren Qing murmured to himself several times, as if he had seen it inadvertently in the secret pavilion, but the records were relatively vague.

He only remembered one allusion.

Zhuang Zhou dreams of butterflies.

Huang Ziwan said in a reverent tone: "This technique is done by Dameng Daoist, a perfect monk in the Yin and Yang realms."

After mastering the Dream Butterfly Technique, monks can construct dreams that are both true and false in the sleep state, and pull others into the dream.

That is to say, Dameng Daoist will have a dream called 'ghost market' on the fifteenth of every month, so that the guards can gather here to trade.

Ren Qing's expression was a little stunned, and the noisy sounds around him poured into his ears, as if those illusory figures were all real.

The old man at the noodle stall took the initiative to yell at Ren Qing: "Guest officer, do you want a bowl of Yangchun noodles?"

Before Ren Qing could speak, Huang Zi rebuffed, "Old man, there's no need."

Ren Qing was surprised. Could it be that the passers-by in the ghost city are not illusions.

Seeing this, Huang Ziwan explained: "The food sold in the ghost market is indeed edible, but the taste alone cannot be swallowed."

"And these meals do not require money, but it is said that they will reduce Yangshou."

"I see."

Ren Qing frowned, could it be that Mengdiefa can use this to prolong life?

The rules in the dream should be set up by Dameng Daoist. It is indeed very possible to obtain lifespan through trading.

Ren Qing's face was beaming with joy, he didn't expect that he had already found clues to the life prolongation technique just after he came into contact with the ghost market.

But the ghost market is not like a dream at all, it feels like every phantom has intelligence, if they are independent of the ghost market...

Ren Qing's complexion changed slightly. Doesn't the mouse mother's technique have a similar effect.

Theoretically speaking, the opossum clone used as a surrogate is just a new life that inherits the memory, and the relationship with the main body is more like a mother and child.

The land summoned an astonishing number of possum clones, could it be to find another self with independent consciousness?
"Ren Qing, what's wrong?"

Huang Ziwan interrupted Ren Qing's thoughts.

Ren Qing suppressed the distracting thoughts in his mind, and reporting his conjectures to the Jail Hall would only cause trouble, so let's find a chance to tell Song Zong Wu.

(End of this chapter)