One Qi Chaoyang

Chapter 240: Selling Corpses

The earth is so deep that I don’t know how many thousands of miles it extends.

There are always people who say they want to turn the world upside down, but the sky is always there, and the earth is always there too.

The earth carries all things and allows people to travel freely.

As the black-robed man sank into the ground, he heard a spell in his ears: "Red Flame Pardon:..."

Before he heard the next decree, he had already sunk into the ground and couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

His foundation was built with the true evil formed by the dead energy of the earth, so he cultivated the earth-walking technique. At the same time, the dead energy was integrated into his foundation, allowing him to possess the Dharma nature of [Death Intention], which he named [Finger of Death]. However, after he cast the spell, he felt that the other person was not a lamp, but a furnace, like the sun. His Finger of Death could extinguish the lamp, but could not make the furnace and the sun disappear. The power was not enough.

Fortunately, I have already escaped underground.

You can use the earth's energy to extinguish the flame on your sleeves.

Just as he was about to put out the flame, he looked at his sleeve that was still burning and suddenly felt a strong sense of danger.

"burn!"

The decree that had not appeared since the "Red Flame Pardon" appeared at this moment.

In just a moment, he found that his internal organs seemed to be burning, starting with the heart. The flame from the heart followed the flow of blood and burned rapidly.

He wanted to extinguish it with the gloomy energy of his own thoughts, but found that the flame was extremely terrifying. He wanted to extinguish it with his own magic power, but as soon as it was touched by the flame, the thoughts in it were burned out, and then the magic power dissipated, and then his whole body was burned.

"The flame of the lamp..."

His last thought was consumed by the flames.

The whole person was buried in the soil and burned into a charred corpse.

Zhao Fuyun felt a little regretful because this person had escaped quite deep into the ground and was difficult to dig out.

However, his 'Soul-Capturing Mirror' did fall to the ground, because it absorbed a ray of Zhao Fuyun's divine consciousness. However, Zhao Fuyun used that ray of divine consciousness to transform into a golden crow bird, which broke the magic in the mirror.

The originally pitch-black mirror turned a little gray, with black and white spots interlaced inside, and the white part looked like ashes left after a burn.

There is also a silver-armored corpse puppet struggling nearby, it should be able to sell for a lot of money.

It is not difficult for Jin Ling and Huang Ying to deal with a silver-armored corpse puppet with its body imprisoned, but it is not easy either.

It is not difficult because this corpse puppet is imprisoned in the physical body after all. He himself does not seem to be proficient in magic. In addition to spitting out evil spirits, he can also use earth escape techniques, and maybe others, but his main ability must be to rely on his physical body to attack and fight hard.

However, after its physical body was imprisoned, it could not escape. The magnetic rainbow halo locked it tightly, making it unable to move its hands. Jin Ling and Huang Ying only needed to use their light heart to avoid its impact.

It was not easy because their spells had little effect on it.

He took out a talisman from his arms and waved it out. The talisman turned into a ray of light and fell into the center of the corpse puppet's eyebrows. Its eyebrows also grew silver armor, which had great defensive capabilities against spells.

However, after the talisman fell on its forehead, it left an additional mountain pattern mark on the silver armor between its eyebrows.

The silver-armored corpse puppet suddenly stopped moving, as if its consciousness was suppressed.

"After three days of absence, I'm impressed by your progress. Junior Brother Zhao not only opened the Purple Palace first, his magic is even more exquisite, and he has even refined the magic lamp. He is really the envy of others."

There was a light in Jin Ling's eyes. It was not only envy, but also anticipation of what it would be like after she established her own mansion. She felt that she would not be much worse than Zhao Fuyun.

When Zhao Fuyun was facing the siege of two Purple Mansions, he was able to scare away one and kill one, then chase after and kill another. Such skills, for a person who had just been promoted to Purple Mansion, yet had such magic spells and magic weapons, of course made her envious.

"Senior Sister Jin Ling, you are about to open your own residence. After you do, you can do it too. I am just one step ahead. The path of cultivation is not about who starts first, but who goes farther." Zhao Fuyun said habitually.

Jin Ling let out a breath softly. She was thinking the same thing in her heart and comforting herself in this way.

"Zhao,...Junior Brother." Huang Ying stuttered a little when calling Zhao Fuyun. She was embarrassed to call Zhao Fuyun "Junior Brother" again.

"Senior Sister Huang, is there anything wrong?" Zhao Fuyun looked at this round-faced, somewhat short senior sister. She could understand her feelings.

"Thank you, you are awesome." Huang Ying said seriously.

"You're welcome, Senior Sister Huang." Zhao Fuyun said with a smile.

"Junior Brother Zhao, have you been back to Tiandu Mountain?" The danger had been eliminated at this time, so Jin Ling naturally asked the question that concerned him.

"Yes, I just came out of the mountain." Zhao Fuyun could understand Jin Ling's concern.

"Is there something wrong in the mountains?" Jin Ling's eyes were full of curiosity.

"Maybe something happened in the mountains, but nothing happens now. As for whether there will be any trouble in the future, I don't know." Zhao Fuyun looked at the two of them, then looked up at the sky and said slowly.

"It's good that everything is fine now. As for the future, won't we be here? With us here, there will certainly be no danger to Tiandu Mountain." Jin Ling said with a smile.

Zhao Fuyun turned around and looked at her, and felt that Jin Ling had lost the scheming and vanity she had in the mountains, and had become more confident and cold.

"Sister, you are so courageous. It seems that you will be successful in opening your own government this time." Zhao Fuyun actually bowed.

Jin Ling smiled and said, "I appreciate your good words. I'll see you at the mountain gate."

After saying that, she turned and left. Huang Ying hurriedly saluted towards Zhao Fuyun, then closely followed Jin Ling's footsteps.

Zhao Fuyun saw that the direction they were heading was not the direction back to Tiandu Mountain.

He felt that perhaps these seeds of cultivation that could open the Purple Palace were warned not to return to the mountain before they achieved the Purple Palace.

Some people say that people need pressure and a sense of danger in order to find opportunities in this sense of danger.

Zhao Fuyun came to the charity cemetery and heard some movement in the coffin. He could even hear the sound of nails scratching wood.

He came to the side of the coffin, put his hand on the coffin lid, used his fingers as a pen, and fire emerged from his fingertips. In just a moment, a black mark was burned on the coffin by the flames.

The traces looked like paintings and words, like a large black painting with a lofty and magnificent artistic conception, and also like several boldly colored words overlapping each other.

As the talisman was cast, the noise in the coffin immediately disappeared.

Afterwards, he used fire to burn out the Taiyue God-suppressing Talisman in the other two coffins one after another, and the charity cemetery became quiet.

Then he found a rope, tied it around the neck of the silver-armored corpse puppet, and led it forward.

The corpse puppet was in a daze, but was actually walking along the rope.

During the day on the next day, someone came to the charity cemetery and saw the runes on the coffin. He was puzzled at first, then delighted. He made a copy of the runes and took them home as a family heirloom. Many years later, one day, one of the descendants figured out the magic.
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Zhao Fuyun did not walk fast. He wanted to find a market to sell the silver-armored corpse puppet. He would surely be able to get a good price for it.

As he walked along, the stars in the sky twinkled and the insects on the ground chirped in the wind.

When the footsteps passed by, the insects quieted down. After the footsteps passed by, the insects chirped again. Some of the bold ones didn't care even if they walked past them. The road under his feet was not flat, but bumpy. There was water in some places. He could avoid it, but the silver-armored corpse puppet behind him waded through it directly.

Because he was holding a corpse puppet in his hand and had no magical tool like a body bag, he wanted to find a place to get rid of it. If he didn't, it would affect his speed of travel.

It was nightfall of the next day again.

There was a field ahead with a road passing through it. In the night fog, a bell rang and a ewe came out of the fog with a bell hanging around its neck. Then came a buffalo with an old man sitting on its back.

Following behind was a sow.

The person riding on the bull was a woman who looked old enough to be a mother-in-law. She had her head wrapped in a black cloth and held a whip in her hand.

The exposed feet seemed to be curled up, and looked very small.

When she saw Zhao Fuyun, her eyes were fixed on the silver-armored corpse puppet tied to Zhao Fuyun's rope, which made her feel pressured.

However, she soon smiled, very kindly, and asked, "Young man, are you going to sell things in the ghost market too?"

There are many markets in this world. Wherever there are monks, a market will be established. These markets are recognized and protected by the imperial court and local noble families.

Because everyone who does business there has to pay taxes.

However, there is also a kind of market in the wild that is not only not protected by the imperial court and the monastic families, but also attacked by them. This is called the ghost market. They do not have to pay taxes, and whatever they earn is theirs. But in there, if they are cheated or their things are robbed quietly, they cannot blame others.

Moreover, outside the ghost market, murders and robberies often occur.

Zhao Fuyun guessed from what she said that there was a ghost market nearby, and couldn't help but ask, "Can outsiders go to this ghost market?"

The 'mother-in-law' once again looked at Zhao Fuyun. In her eyes, he was a Taoist who had an ordinary appearance but was calm and elegant.

She said: "Outsiders can enter if they are accompanied by locals."

Zhao Fuyun then bowed and said, "I wonder if Grandma can take me in. I caught a corpse puppet on the way and I don't know where to get rid of it."

"Oh, you want to sell this corpse puppet. It's a good thing and can definitely be sold for a good price. I wonder where it came from?" The mother-in-law asked casually.

"From Liangjie Mountain." The Liangjie Mountain that Zhao Fuyun mentioned is the mountain range that separates Guangyuan Prefecture and Nanling area. Those living there are all independent cultivators. Of course, there are also disciples from sects who go there to open caves and practice, seeking freedom.

"Liangjie Mountain." The old lady on the ox's back read the name and said, "It's rare to see people going to Liangjie Mountain here. I heard that people over there like to go to Zhenhai Pavilion to trade."

Zhao Fuyun certainly knew that Guangyuan Prefecture also had a market town, and that there was even a ghost market in Liangjie Mountain, but many good things could only be found at Zhenhai Pavilion.

Because Zhenhai Pavilion faces the boundless ocean, which is home to countless sea creatures and countless treasures, many people go there to trade. Even the wealthy families in the market town of Guangyuan Prefecture go there to purchase goods and sell them.

"Indeed, but I was going to Luodu and happened to encounter this thing on the way. In order to prevent it from causing trouble in the village, I caught it." Zhao Fuyun's voice was indifferent, as if he was talking about something very ordinary.

The old lady looked at him deeply and asked, "I haven't asked for the Taoist's name yet."

"My Taoist name is Fuyun." Zhao Fuyun said.

"It turns out to be Taoist Fuyun. Here, everyone calls me Granny Niu. Please follow me, Taoist Fuyun." After Granny Niu said this, she drove the white ewe in front of her forward and walked towards the road leading into the mountain.

Following at the end was the big sow, which had been digging in the soil in the field, looking for roots and rhizomes of plants to eat. But when it raised its head to look at Zhao Fuyun, Zhao Fuyun felt that the pig's eyes were full of the radiance of humanity.

Zhao Fuyun followed behind, following this strange team, walking into the mountains with one step deep and one step shallow. If there was no one leading the way, it would be impossible to tell that there was a mountain road here.

After passing two valleys, we finally arrived at a hillside.

Under the starlight, only vague shadows could be seen on this hillside.

Some people light lamps, while others let a group of glowing insects attach to a branch and stick the branch in front of themselves as an insect lamp.

There were also some beings, who were not sure whether they were people or something else, sitting there with a piece of cloth in front of them with some things placed on the cloth. There were no lights, only darkness, and only starlight.

Of course, there are also some that use gems as lamps.

Granny Niu drove the ewes up the hillside. Zhao Fuyun followed behind her and felt the scrutiny. Perhaps because Granny Niu brought them in, no one came to question him.

It is also possible that it is because the ghost market is relatively free and life and death are at the discretion of the individual.

Granny Niu seemed to have quite a bit of prestige here. As soon as she walked up, someone greeted her and called out the three words "Granny Niu" in a quite respectful manner.

Zhao Fuyun followed, leading a silver-armored corpse puppet, which naturally attracted a lot of attention.

Before he had chosen a spot, someone in the darkness asked, "Are you selling this corpse puppet?"

The sound swirled in the darkness, making it impossible to tell where it came from.

"Sell." Zhao Fuyun replied affirmatively and looked into the darkness.

There actually was a skinny Taoist priest walking out.

He was holding a black flag in his hand, which was shrouded in a thick black aura.

He looked like a skeleton, staring greedily at the silver-armored corpse puppet and asked, "How much is it?"

"Do you have Taibai refined gold?" Zhao Fuyun asked.

The other party was silent for a moment, then shook his head.

"Then do you have Thousand Silk Stone?" Zhao Fuyun asked again. This is a precious material that can blend several materials together and make magic weapons more flexible.

The skinny man shook his head and thought to himself, "This thing is so precious, how can I have it?"

"Then do you have phantom sand?" Zhao Fuyun asked again. This kind of thing can make the magic weapon appear as an illusion in people's eyes, making it difficult to see clearly for a while. If the person controlling it can make the magic weapon separate into phantoms, then the power of the magic weapon can be even greater.

The other party said sullenly: "No."

He already suspected in his heart that Zhao Fuyun was not sincere in selling the corpse puppet.

"Then what do you have? I don't want spirit stones." Zhao Fuyun asked directly.

The other party reached out and touched his treasure bag back and forth. He found that he didn't have anything good to exchange for this silver-armored corpse puppet that made him so excited.

"If you have nothing to trade, please don't disturb me." Zhao Fuyun said coldly.

He wanted to show a personality different from his original one.

Then the silver-armored corpse puppet walked up the hillside, and those creatures on the hillside that looked like neither human nor ghost, all looked at him.

This was Zhao Fuyun's first time to come into contact with the ghost market. He had always heard that there were demons hiding in the world, but because he had always been traveling in a cursory manner, like a fish floating on the water, he had never come into contact with the deeper side of the mud.

(End of this chapter)