One person: Reborn as Huangxian, seeking the title of Feng Baobao at the beginning

Hearing this, Wang Cheng smiled and sighed, then forced himself to stand up and lean against the tree: "I never thought that there would be such a master hidden in the government. Could you be the cleanup people that my master said would appear by themselves?"

Naturally, they were confused by Wang Cheng's words, but they were indeed curious about the Wudang Sect.

"I never thought that the Wudang Sect actually had such a master hiding. I thought it had become a pure tourist attraction. I went there a few years ago and I remember it was written about in Jin Yong's novels, but it wasn't so magical..." Zhang Lingyu said puzzledly.

Wang Cheng nodded helplessly: "Wudang Mountain has indeed developed the front mountain as a scenic spot, but what you don't know is that Wudang Mountain also has a back mountain, which is where the authentic Wudang Sect is passed down. I have been practicing in the back mountain, and I decided to go down the mountain to help when I heard about the incident in Tai City. When I arrived at Yishan, I found that Taoist Qingfeng was already fighting alone here. He protected many construction workers, and I just sent those workers down the mountain."

Hearing this, Zhang Lingyu and the others all turned their eyes to Taoist Qingfeng. The fat man couldn't help but ask, "Master, didn't they forcibly demolish your Qingyun Temple? Why are you still willing to help?"

Taoist Qingfeng sighed helplessly, "We can't just stand by and watch them die because of this. As practitioners of magic, it is our duty to eliminate demons and defend the Dao. Although I am dissatisfied with their actions and angry that they demolished my Taoist temple, these two things cannot be confused. Those people are innocent, they are just trying to make a living. The ones who really want to demolish my Taoist temple are those unscrupulous merchants. After this matter is resolved, I have to seek justice. My Taoist temple cannot be demolished in such an unclear way."

Upon hearing this, the fat man gave Taoist Qingfeng a thumbs up and said, "Master, you are daring and have a clear sense of right and wrong. I, the fat man, admire you."

At this time, Zhang Lingyu seemed to have thought of something, and turned to ask Taoist Qingfeng: "Taoist Qingfeng, before Qingyun Temple was built, was there already a Taoist temple here?"

Taoist Qingfeng nodded curiously: "Yes, I saw this Taoist temple when I arrived in Yishan, but it was already in ruins. I renovated it on this basis, and then the Qingyun Temple was established."

"Then do you know what caused this situation?" Zhang Lingyu asked.

Taoist Qingfeng frowned and sighed: "When the Qingyun Temple was being renovated, I just heard that there was something underneath the temple, and that it was a ghost market or something like that. But I thought it was just a rumor at the time and didn't take it seriously. So, I built the Qingyun Temple on the basis of the original temple. Later, the relevant departments said they wanted to demolish it by force, and I wanted to stop them but failed. They said one thing on the surface and another behind the scenes, and demolished the temple without my knowledge. Unexpectedly, once the temple was demolished, the entire Tai City was in chaos. It seems that those rumors may not be groundless..."

Zhang Lingyu thought for a moment, nodded in agreement, then looked at the team members and said, "It seems that what the director said is right. This crypt may be the way to the ghost market."

When Wang Cheng heard this, he suddenly sat up and said, "What did you say? There's a ghost market hidden underground?"

Seeing Wang Cheng's reaction, Feng Baobao frowned and asked, "Do you know the ghost market?"

Wang Cheng nodded gently and recalled: "Life in the mountains is rather monotonous, so I used to be obsessed with the ancient scroll pavilion of Wudang Sect, reading various ancient books. In an ancient scroll, I saw a record about the ghost market. It is said that the ghost market will appear in extremely yin places, just like a ghost city, gathering resentful ghosts with great grievances or who died suddenly and could not cross the Yellow Spring Road. They cannot enter the underworld and cannot be reincarnated, so they gather in the ghost market to live and even trade."

"So ghosts also have their own cities?" The old smoker who had been silent all this time asked in confusion, "But since they are all ghosts, they should have no physical bodies. How do they live and trade?"

Wang Cheng shook his head and explained, "This is the special feature of the ghost market. Because it appears in an extremely yin place and is nourished by yin energy, the ghosts in the ghost market often have physical bodies. It is even said that the ghost market has its own currency and conducts various transactions. I always thought it was just a legend, but I didn't expect that there would be such a wonderful place at the foot of Yishan Mountain."

Hearing this, Zhang Lingyu and his companions became very interested in the underground ghost market: "It seems that we have to go down and take a look to find out the truth."

Hearing this, Wang Cheng frowned solemnly, looked at Zhang Lingyu and said, "You are not going to go down directly like this, are you? The smell of Yang energy is very strong for them. If they go down like this, I'm afraid they will not be able to move forward."

Wang Cheng's words reminded everyone that they had been ignoring this problem. The fat man used his brute force again: "Why don't we just fight our way in? I don't believe this ghost market is so difficult to get into."

"Don't disbelieve it. The ancient book I read was recorded by a great cultivator. This senior had a very high level of cultivation, but even so, he had to disguise himself when entering the Ghost Market. Other records about the Ghost Market also mentioned that many people wanted to obtain rare resources in the Ghost Market, so they would dress up as ghosts, enter the market at midnight, and leave at dawn. This phenomenon was particularly frequent during the Tang Dynasty, and many powerful people frequently entered the Ghost Market, either to gather information or to obtain resources. Even many dignitaries in the Tang Dynasty had spies in the Ghost Market. These spies were often little ghosts raised by extreme methods, and they were equivalent to their eyes in the Ghost Market. However, after the Tang Dynasty, there were almost no records of the Ghost Market." Wang Cheng's words were of vital importance to Zhang Lingyu and others. Fortunately, they met him, otherwise they might know nothing about these past events.

"It seems that it is not easy to enter the ghost market, but we are all living people, how can we dress up as ghosts?" Zhang Lingyu's question made everyone frown and be at a loss.

Looking at the thoughtful expressions of the crowd, Wang Cheng seemed to have made an important decision and said slowly: "If we really want to enter the ghost market to find out the situation, I have a way. In the Tang Dynasty, those living people who entered the ghost market often disguised themselves as ghost cultivators. Ghost cultivators have always been regarded as aliens in the magic world because they are neither human nor ghost, and their cultivation methods are cruel. But ghost cultivators have no yang energy, but are filled with a lot of ghost energy. If we want to sneak into the ghost market, disguising ourselves as ghost cultivators may be the best way."

"What are we waiting for? What should we do?" Feng Baobao asked impatiently. However, Wang Cheng looked embarrassed...

"This..." Wang Cheng hesitated to speak, making Feng Baobao feel itchy as if she was being scratched by a cat.

"Stop wasting time and tell me quickly, how can you disguise yourself as a ghost cultivator?" Feng Baobao urged.

Wang Cheng sighed and shook his head slowly: "Time is too tight. The simplest method I know will take seven days."

"Seven days? The daylily must have cooled down completely by now, right?" The fat man waved his hand, but couldn't help asking curiously, "Then what exactly is this method you're talking about that can turn a living person into something that's neither human nor ghost?"

Wang Cheng recalled the contents of the ancient scroll and said slowly: "It seems that someone in the ancients really did this, otherwise there would be no records left. If you want to become a ghost cultivator, you must first cut off life and death, that is, remove the yang energy from your body. The specific method is to find a coffin, have a person lie in it, and bury it underground for seven days. During these seven days, people on the ground must cry, hold funerals, burn paper, and erect monuments as usual to remove the yang energy from this person and achieve a special state of half-life and half-death. But this method is time-consuming and dangerous. Someone must always guard the place where the coffin is buried. Once a knock is heard, the person must be dug out immediately. Of course, there are risks in doing this. It is very likely that a living person will really become a corpse after entering and will never wake up again." After listening to Wang Cheng's words, everyone took a breath.

"The person who came up with this method is so cruel. How could he be so cruel to himself?" The fat man said to himself. He felt that he would never do such a thing, whether to others or to himself.

Zhang Lingyu also sighed: "That is to say, if we use this method, we need to wait seven days, but this is obviously too late. We can only find a way to sneak into the ghost market without being discovered. If we can't become ghost cultivators, can we directly become ghosts?"

Everyone looked at Zhang Lingyu in confusion, not understanding what he was talking about.

Zhang Lingyu did not explain, but took out a few blank yellow talisman papers from his backpack, bit his fingertips, and quickly started drawing on the yellow talisman papers.

Wang Cheng and Taoist Qingfeng stood up curiously and looked closely at Zhang Lingyu drawing the talismans. However, they found that they did not recognize these talismans at all.

Zhang Lingyu was very focused, and he quickly drew the next one after finishing one. Soon, he had several newly drawn talismans in his hand.

"This is a corpse-controlling talisman, which I learned from the director. Perhaps it is the only way we have now. After you affix this corpse-controlling talisman, the power of the three gates and six orifices will be blocked by the talisman. In this way, they will not be able to sense the yang energy in your body and will naturally regard you as corpses. The geomancy technique that I have learned can borrow power from all directions. I can gather the yin energy on the array plate and disguise myself as a ghost cultivator who is full of yin energy and has no yang soul." Zhang Lingyu explained.

After thinking for a while, everyone felt that this method was indeed feasible. But the fat man was still a little worried: "Wouldn't it mean that we can't help you at all? If you get into danger, we will be helpless."

Zhang Lingyu smiled and shook the corpse-controlling talisman in his hand: "This talisman will only block your three gates and six orifices, making you look like corpses. But you still retain your sanity and perception. Although you can't move independently after the talisman is affixed, I will tear off the talisman in a critical moment, and you will be able to return to normal."

After hearing Zhang Lingyu's explanation, the fat man breathed a sigh of relief and nodded with satisfaction: "It seems that this is indeed a good idea. Okay, I think we can give it a try!"

Zhang Lingyu nodded and distributed the talisman to each team member. At this time, Wang Cheng walked up to Zhang Lingyu and looked at him in confusion: "As a disciple of Wudang Sect, I have been practicing the art of talismans since I was a child. In the past, when there were still corpse-driving people in the folk, there were indeed some legends about corpse-controlling talismans. But how can you easily draw a corpse-controlling talisman that is not even included in the Wudang Sect?"

Wang Cheng's doubts were also the confusion in Taoist Qingfeng's heart. Although he didn't say anything, he looked at Zhang Lingyu curiously, waiting for the answer.

Zhang Lingyu and the others laughed when they learned of Wang Cheng's doubts. The old smoker shook his pipe and looked at Zhang Lingyu with a half-smile, saying, "Little Taoist priest, the reason you have doubts is because you don't know our director well enough. If you knew him, you would understand that the knowledge of the entire Chinese martial arts world, let alone the Wudang Sect, is not as much as that of our director."

Zhang Lingyu nodded and handed Wang Cheng a corpse-controlling talisman. "If you are really curious, you can come back with us to the Core Bureau to meet my director after this matter is dealt with. By then, I believe all your doubts will be answered. But now the most urgent matter is the present matter. You are not members of the Core Bureau. If you choose to give up, we will not blame you. The situation in the Ghost City is complicated and no one knows what will happen. If you really go down, you can only decide life or death."

Hearing Zhang Lingyu's words, Wang Cheng took the corpse-controlling talisman without hesitation: "Although I am too lazy to join in on this kind of thing, I am afraid you will not be able to cope without me. So of course I have to participate in this kind of thing. After all, I have only seen some records of this ghost market in ancient books. How can I miss the opportunity to see it with my own eyes?"

Zhang Lingyu smiled and nodded. He could see that although Wang Cheng said so, he was actually worried that they couldn't handle it. Although Wang Cheng was young, his sharp tongue but soft heart was fully demonstrated.

"Give me one too. After all, this matter is related to me and should be resolved." Taoist Qingfeng also spoke.

At this moment, Taoist Qingfeng suddenly spoke, which surprised Zhang Lingyu and others.

"Master, the Ghost Market is full of dangers and no one can guarantee their own safety. You really don't need to take risks with us." The fat man reminded with good intentions.

However, Taoist Qingfeng shook his head stubbornly: "Although I don't have your extraordinary abilities, I won't be a burden to you. This matter is closely related to me. If I don't solve it myself, it will become an eternal knot in my heart. From now on, I'm afraid I will never make any progress on my path of cultivation. Do you want to see me fall into trouble and never make any progress again?"

After hearing what Taoist Qingfeng said, the fat man wanted to persuade him again, but was stopped by Wang Cheng.

"The Taoist priest is right. For us practitioners of magic, once a mental knot is formed, it may breed inner demons. So, let the Taoist priest go with us. Even if we face death, it is better than being unable to break through for the rest of our lives." Wang Cheng's words were full of understanding.

Zhang Lingyu thought for a moment and nodded after hearing this. Then he handed a talisman to Taoist Qingfeng and said, "In that case, let's act together. However, the robes you two are wearing are too conspicuous. You need to change them."

Wang Cheng and Taoist Qingfeng looked down at their robes and instantly understood what Zhang Lingyu meant. So they walked to the nearby workers' dormitory and randomly found a few clothes to change into.

Taoist Qingfeng changed into a workman's outfit. Although his clothes had changed, his expression still revealed a noble air. Wang Cheng wore a casual outfit according to his own preferences. It was impossible to tell that he was once a young Taoist priest. (End of this chapter)