Chapter 71: Down and Out

Chapter 71: Down and Out

Chapter 71: Down and Out
The Yellow Springs River came to an end in a short while.

When the fishing boat was about to dock, the cabin of the small fishing boat covered with cloth was suddenly opened from the inside:

"Alright, those who need to rest have rested, and you don't have to see me off. I'll leave first..."

A familiar voice was heard, and then Song Feng was seen slowly walking out of the cabin holding a rattan stick.

Seeing Uncle Seven coming out of the cabin, Uncle Nine subconsciously glanced at the old man and the young man in front of him:
"Seventh Uncle, are you okay in there?"

Although he didn't react at first, he figured out the problem after thinking about it.

The gentleman rowing the boat was not talking about letting a few people rest in there. It was clearly a case of the carrots being given first and the pits being filled later!

Seventh Uncle definitely knows him.

And they have a very close relationship!
When Uncle Jiu thought of the five million taels of ghost money that he was about to print, he felt so angry that his teeth itched.

This old guy is really a piece of shit.

You're cheating your own people's money, that's really unethical. Don't forget that I still have to make the Seven Absolute Divine Bait for you!
Aren't you really afraid that I'll drug you?
Looking at Uncle Jiu's gaze, Song Feng did not feel guilty at all. He just walked from the boat to the shore:
"Ajiu, don't be so impatient. Some things still need to be worked around!"

If Uncle Jiu hadn't spoken first, how could Duan Fang dare to ask for the boat fare for his sake?
As a result, Uncle Jiu was exposed as soon as he opened his mouth.

Isn't this a complete sucker who is in a hurry to cross the river? If not him, who else should be killed?

In particular, he recognized that Uncle Jiu was the agent of a bank in the underworld, and that someone under him was about to be converted to a regular employee.

This is so fat!

Hey, even though he is the acting boss now, if he signs for these five million ghost money, I guess Uncle Jiu will have to live on coarse food for a while in the future.

Young people are still too impatient!
Hearing that he was directly changed from Uncle Nine to Ah Jiu in the mouth of Uncle Seven, Uncle Nine couldn't help but twitch his lips:
"I will have to learn more from you in the future!"

You old man, you are so thick-skinned! Don't give me a chance. When I seize the initiative, let's see who of us should learn from each other!
There was no way. The paper money for the dead was already in someone else's hands and the boat had been rowed away. He couldn't possibly chase after them and snatch it back, right?
And he can't get through it either!

But at least now they have crossed the Yellow Spring River and truly arrived at the Ghost Market, which is not too bad.

Looking around, you can only see small sheds built everywhere in this entire area.

Many people simply wore black clothes, and the atmosphere of the entire ghost market tended to be cold and silent.

Looking at the huge market that was extremely quiet with only the sound of whispers coming from it, Qiu Sheng approached carefully and asked softly:
"Master, what are the rules in this ghost market? Why is it so quiet? It's so quiet that it makes me a little creepy..."

When he said the last sentence, Qiu Sheng couldn't help but shiver subconsciously. He didn't know why, but he always felt a chill on his back.

After hearing what Qiu Sheng said, Uncle Jiu glanced at the dark market, then put his hand behind his back and said softly:
"As the name suggests, this ghost market is a market held in a special place where many mountain spirits and ghosts gather together."

"The origin of the Ghost Market is no longer traceable, but now it has developed into a place recognized by the unorthodox practitioners in the spiritual world for information exchange."

When he said this, Uncle Jiu straightened his bright yellow Taoist robe and then said confidently:
"However, for many major sects like our Maoshan, most of them don't need to have too much interaction with the ghost market, because we have enough confidence!"

When he spoke to the end, an extraordinary demeanor burst out from Uncle Jiu.

It was as if a pride burst out from deep within his bones, making Uncle Jiu appear more dignified while looking righteous.

Seeing the confidence and generosity displayed by Uncle Jiu, Qiu Sheng couldn't help but feel a surge of pride:
"It turns out that our Maoshan is so powerful!"

This is where the sect’s sense of honor comes from!

Seeing Uncle Jiu showing off his demeanor as a disciple of a great sect, Song Feng leaned on the walking stick in his hand and then said leisurely:
"Yes, the Three Mountains of Fulu is a well-known sect in Taoism. Unfortunately, a wealthy sect's disciples are not necessarily wealthy."

"Otherwise, some people wouldn't have brought their disciples to the ghost market that they despise to look for precious medicines..."

After hearing what Seventh Uncle said, Ninth Uncle, who just looked very confident and full of the demeanor of a disciple from a big sect, suddenly froze in his expression.

But then he quickly explained:

"...Our situation is special. Once Qiu Sheng draws out his essence and completes the ordination this year, resources will naturally be allocated from the headquarters!"

Although the headquarters will naturally allocate resources once Qiu Sheng makes progress in his practice, they are indeed in a difficult situation now.

After all, it’s just as Seventh Uncle said.

No matter how powerful your noble and upright family is, you still come to the ghost market to exchange for elixirs, right?

After practicing for so many years, Uncle Jiu has never been so embarrassed as he is today. All the face he has accumulated over the years has been lost to this group of good-for-nothing disciples!
Seeing Uncle Jiu's momentum suddenly weakened, Song Feng walked two steps to his side with his cane, and then patted him on the shoulder:

"Ah Jiu, I'm just saying this casually, don't take it too seriously. After all, the spiritual world is declining now, and the overall environment for cultivation is not very good."

"For the sake of the cultivation of younger disciples, it is understandable to come to the ghost market to exchange for some cultivation resources. It is not too shameful."

He paused when he said this, then pointed to the dark house closest to them and said:
"Look, even the always proud Longhu Mountain has set up a stall to sell medicine in the black market. It's normal for Maoshan disciples to come to the ghost market..."

Listening to Seventh Uncle calling "Ajiu" left and right, Uncle Nine could only feel the veins on his forehead bulging.

Old man, don't go too far!

However, when he heard that someone from Longhu Mountain had come to the ghost market to set up a stall, Uncle Jiu couldn't help but be slightly startled:
"...Longhu Mountain has also fallen into decline?"

When he said this, he quickly shook his head, as if he didn't believe it:

"Longhu Mountain has always been connected with the imperial court, and has been rewarded by the imperial courts of various dynasties. How could those rich guys set up stalls in the ghost market?"

Although the guys in Longhu Mountain are quite arrogant, especially the Zhang guys, their noses are almost upturned to the sky.
But it must be said that excluding various factors related to spiritual practice, they are the richest among all sects.

After all, Mount Longhu was personally appointed by the imperial court to lead the three mountains and govern Taoism. How could these guys who were given additional titles at any time be poor?

Seeing that Uncle Jiu seemed a little unconvinced, Song Feng pointed from a distance, and then gestured to the shed:
"Aren't you in need of some medicine? Maybe the medicine seller next door has what you want. Why don't you go over and give it a try?"

After hearing what Uncle Seven said, Uncle Nine shook his head firmly, and then looked into the ghost market from a distance:

"Now is not the time to discuss these things. Wencai arrived so long before us, he might have already encountered danger." "The most important thing now is to find Wencai. As for the elixir for cultivation, there will always be a chance in the future..."

However, before they could finish, they heard a suppressed shout from afar:

"...Master, Qiu Sheng! I've finally waited for you!"

Hearing the shout, Uncle Jiu and Qiu Sheng subconsciously looked behind them.

Take a closer look.

All I saw at this moment was Wencai running towards here with two strings of candied haws in his left hand and three big buns in his right hand.

He even ate while running, and he didn't seem to be afraid at all, which made him look like a fool with good fortune:
"Hey, Master, these are the buns I bought for you. They are still hot from the oven. By the way, Qiu Sheng, I also have some candied haws here. They are so sweet!"

When he said this, he stuffed the bun in his hand into Uncle Jiu's hand and put the unbitten string of candied haws in front of Qiu Sheng.

Seeing this scene, not only Qiu Sheng but even Uncle Jiu was stunned:

"...Where do you get the money to buy things?"

After hearing this, Wencai didn't take it seriously. He then pointed to a few snack stands in the distance and said:
"Buy on credit! I saw you guys haven't caught up yet, so I bought something to fill my stomach first."

"Master, you know what, the people in this ghost market are really welcoming. I told them I had no money and they actually offered to buy it on credit."

"These buns and these candied haws were given to me by them. Master, please try them. They are very delicious!"

When he first saw Wencai running towards him safely, a smile appeared on Uncle Jiu's face.

But when he heard what Wencai said next, the smile on his face froze:

"…on credit?"

When these two words were mentioned, Uncle Jiu wanted to bite his teeth to pieces, and then asked Wencai word by word:

"Who told you that you can buy on credit in the ghost market?"

Seeing Uncle Jiu's expression, Wencai was also startled, and then he subconsciously said:
"It was the lady selling the candied haws who told me that. She said she could give me a cheaper price. I just needed to press my fingerprint..."

Seeing Wencai's silly look, Qiu Sheng couldn't help but interrupt him:
"Wencai, Wencai, use your brain and think about it. Do you really need your handprint just to buy a string of candied haws?"

What kind of deal was this that would require such a signature and fingerprint? Was this guy going to sell himself out?

Suddenly, it occurred to him that with Wencai's brain, his guess was very likely to be true, and Qiu Sheng felt a headache:
"Ahhh! Wencai, why are you so stupid?"

Uncle Jiu was very relieved to see that Qiu Sheng did not agree with Wencai to go there to sign and buy candied haws.

Judging from this incident, Qiu Sheng has grown up.

But when he thought of Wencai, Uncle Jiu felt helpless. Whenever he was not around, these people would always come up with some tricks for him:
"You'd better pray that the handprint you signed is not a contract to sell your body, otherwise you will end up washing dishes in the ghost market!"

After a cold snort, Uncle Jiu followed the direction Wencai had just pointed and walked towards the auntie selling candied haws.

This location is very easy to recognize.

Because the auntie selling candied haws is next to the vendor selling buns. They are such an obvious combination that you will never forget them after just one look.

After all, he is my disciple.

Wiping your butt, you get used to it after wiping it for a while...

With a helpless mood, Uncle Jiu stood directly in front of the aunt selling candied haws, blocking his sight:
"Fellow Daoist, the child is still young and accidentally signed a contract. Now that I am here, I will pay the money I am owed."

"Could you please take out the contract that the child just signed so that I can have a look at it..."

When he finished speaking, Uncle Jiu's piercing eyes suddenly fixed on the face of the auntie selling candied haws in front of him.

Although he hadn't finished speaking, the Bagua mirror in his hand and the sword on his back were shaking slightly.

Let's see what she says next!

Looking at Uncle Nine in front of her in a yellow robe, and feeling the sharpness of the sword on her back, the chubby aunt selling candied haws laughed awkwardly:

"Ahahahahaha... Taoist priest, what are you talking about? This kid just came to buy a few candied haws on credit. It's just a small matter. There's no need to make such a fuss."

"Look, the contract is right here. Even if I use his two essences as collateral, the candied haws and buns are actually not worth much money..."

Look at the fat lady in front of him who is carrying a straw and laughing dryly, and then look at the contract in her hand.

For a moment, Uncle Jiu couldn't help but snort a few times:
"We will pay you a penny. If that's the case, we have notarized this contract and it is scrapped."

"...I wonder if the two Taoist friends have any opinions?"

When he said the last words, there seemed to be a faint ray of divine light shining from Uncle Jiu's eyes, sweeping across the two vendors in front of him.

Seeing this miraculous performance, the two vendors, one fat and one thin, couldn't help but tremble with fear:
"...Taoist master!!" ×2
This is terrible. I thought I had just fooled a stupid boy, but I didn’t expect that a high-level wizard would be involved.

Nowadays, let alone giving them money, they wouldn't even dare to say a word even if you asked them to give them change. How dare a mouse quarrel with a cat?

The life of an ant is also a life!

Seeing that the two people had no objection, Uncle Jiu took out two paper money from his pocket and slapped them on the table, then tore up the contract.

"You are a hawthorn tree spirit and a wild boar spirit. Fortunately, you didn't devour the blood food, otherwise my sword would be merciless!"

With one sentence, he revealed the identities of the two fat and thin vendors, and then Uncle Jiu turned and left, leaving the two monsters with a tall and majestic back.

Seeing the big man leave, the fat lady and the thin old man looked at each other, and saw the other's relief in their eyes:
"…I survived!" ×2
(End of this chapter)