The Buddha is actually me

Chapter 508: Taixuan Forbidden Zone, Jade Tripod Ghost Cave

Shenzhou, at the foot of Taixuan Mountain, Baimei City.

"Don't miss it if you pass by. The local specialty white plum wine is all aged. If it's fake, you will be compensated tenfold!"

"Cloth, fine silk..."

"The old things in Yuding Palace are all good treasures. They can protect safety and increase happiness and longevity..."

There were constant shouting sounds in Baimei City, and people were coming and going, making it very lively, as if a rally was being held.

A majestic black carriage drove slowly past and then stopped in front of a stall. The driver was actually a young girl wearing a pink floral jacket. She was as delicate as a piece of jade and her eyes were full of spirit.

"Shut up!"

The little girl pulled the reins to stop the carriage, but people around her seemed to hear a wild-animal cry, or not sure if it was an illusion, and their hearts trembled subconsciously.

There was a pet stall not far away. At this moment, the cats and dogs on the stall were trembling, and some even had feces and urine flowing all over the place, which caused many people to complain.

"My master and mistress asked, are all the things on your stall really from the Yuding Palace?"

The little girl asked, inadvertently revealing the two knife handles at her waist.

The stall owner was a middle-aged man who looked very shrewd and had seen many people. Although the little girl looked very cute, for some reason, when he was looked at by those big eyes, he felt an inexplicable chill.

It felt like he had encountered something dirty while robbing a tomb.

"Little girl, these are genuine. My ancestors brought these down from Mount Taixuan with great effort. You know Mount Taixuan, right? Back then, it was the Yuding Palace, the ancestral home of Taoism!"

"Although these things may look old, one of them might contain a great fortune. If my family wasn't short of money, I would never sell them!"

Jade tripod old item!

The reputation was so great that the stall attracted quite a few people, including some cultivators, but their cultivation was not very high. At a quick glance, Ali found that the most powerful one was only at the second level.

Obviously, these are all wandering cultivators who want to try their luck at the foot of Taixuan Mountain.

Even though the Jade Ding Palace has been destroyed for more than 600 years, its reputation as the ancestral home of Taoism still remains. The Jade Ding Xuan Gong is known as the number one Xuan Gong in Taoism, and it attracts many monks to make pilgrimages every year.

Ali took a quick look and found that the stall was filled with magical instruments such as peach wood swords, talismans, and Bagua bronze mirrors. She picked up a peach wood sword at random.

"Little sister, you have a good eye. This is a sword made of lightning-struck wood that can slay evil spirits. Any ghost that encounters it will be pierced by it—"

Before the stall owner could finish his words, he saw the little girl stabbing herself with the peach wood sword.

Click!

For some reason, the tough peach wood sword suddenly broke.

"fake."

Ah Li threw it aside and said contemptuously: "You are not afraid of ghosts with this thing!"

The stall owner angrily said, "You are not a ghost, how do you know that ghosts are not afraid?"

"Hehe, you are not me, how do you know I am not a ghost?"

The stall owner was startled and was about to curse, but he heard a man's voice coming from the carriage. It was gentle and peaceful, and seemed to have an inexplicable Taoist charm, which instantly dissipated his anger.

"Please don't blame me, stall owner. My sister was young and broke your wooden sword. This ingot of silver is to compensate you."

A beam of silver light flew out from the carriage and landed right in the stall owner's hand.

His eyes lit up, and he quickly put away the silver with a smile, saying: "It's okay, it's okay, but my sword is made of ten thousand year old lightning struck wood, is one ingot of silver too little--"

"Your sword is fake."

The voice in the carriage sounded again, with a hint of amusement. "None of the things you have on the stall are from Yuding Palace. The writing of the talisman is full of mistakes, and the wooden sword is not peach wood, let alone lightning-struck wood."

"The only things of some value are the candlesticks and vases, but they are from tombs, so it is unlucky to get them."

"You have been robbing tombs for many years, your forehead has turned black, and you are surrounded by evil spirits. You don't even know that disaster is coming."

"If I'm not mistaken, have you been dreaming about many people you don't know recently, and then woke up in the middle of the night with a dull pain in your Danzhong acupoint, and felt unusually tired?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the stall owner trembled all over and a look of shock appeared in his eyes.

all hit!

Recently, he often dreams about a group of unfamiliar men and women. He always wakes up in the middle of the night and feels extremely tired. He has seen several Taoist priests but his condition has not improved. Instead, he has wasted a lot of money.

That's when he thought of using the name of Yuding Palace to sell some items so that he could earn enough money to invite a truly capable master to take a look.

At this moment, he already knew that he had met a master, so he quickly stood up and bowed respectfully, saying, "Please save me, sir!"

"It's easy to save you, but you have to answer two questions for me first."

"Please tell me."

"Have you really been to Mount Taixuan?"

The stall owner smiled bitterly and said, "To be honest, sir, I have never been to Taixuan Mountain. It's not that I don't want to go, but I don't dare to go. For people within hundreds of miles, it is a restricted area!"

“Why is it a restricted area?”

"It's haunted!"

The stall owner seemed to be still in shock and said, "Once, my companion and I just took a look at the outermost part, and we saw an old Taoist priest covered in blood waving at us."

"Then my companion walked inside stupidly, as if he was possessed by a demon. I couldn't stop him. I haven't seen him since then!"

"Not only my companion, but many cultivators disappear on Mount Taixuan every year, and among them there are even great cultivators who have achieved the Golden Core!"

"That place is really weird. The local people all say that those Taoists died unjustly, so their ghosts are still lingering..."

When the stall owner was talking about these things, the temperature around him seemed to drop a little, which was chilling.

"The second question is, is there a family in Baimei City with the surname Shao, and the name is Shao Yun?"

In the carriage, Zhang Jiuyang asked the second question.

He found the corpse of Shao Ming, the judge of the Jingye Division, in the belly of the dragon. Since he had taken the other party's inheritance, he naturally had to repay the favor and take care of his descendants.

Hearing this question, the stall owner showed a strange expression and asked, "Why are you looking for Shao Yun recently?"

Zhang Jiuyang frowned and asked, "Are there many people looking for him?"

"Yes, I have been asked this question many times before you. Not only me, but many people here have been asked this question."

"But Shao Yun died more than ten years ago. That fire killed all seven members of the Shao family, including Shao Yun."

After a pause, the stall owner sighed, "Poor little guy, he was a famous prodigy in the area back then. His father was said to be a high-ranking official in the court, but he seemed to have died while suppressing bandits, and the Shao family... died out just like that."

"But there is also a rumor among the people."

The stall owner looked around, then lowered his voice and said, "Shao Ming was originally a poor boy from a nearby village. The reason he became rich was because he had a fortuitous encounter at the Jade Tripod Ruins of Mount Taixuan."

"When the fire broke out, someone saw his son Shao Yun... being carried away by a bloody Taoist priest to Mount Taixuan..."

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(End of this chapter)