Spirit Hunters of Maoshan Sect

"Do you know where my Master is the greatest?"

Ye Shaoyang fixed the digging of the tomb and asked for the cold jade.

Yan Lengyu listened to his expression.

"My Master's life is cynical, looks like a **** stick, water and land, Longhuahui and other group activities, but also rarely participated. He never said anything about forgetting to die, taking the world as his own responsibility, even no words. I thought about it this way.

Therefore, many masters have no good feelings for him, and he believes that he is selfish and humiliating. In fact, only Maoshan’s own people know that Master’s life has never been soft, and the requests from these villagers are very impatient. In fact, they are very enthusiastic and responsive. ”

The two turned back and looked at the villagers who were buried, and some who were crying needed someone to hold them.

Yan Lengyu said with a moving voice: "Master is the real best man."

In the evening, Ye Shaoyang went down the mountain and bought a few dishes and a jug of wine that Qingyunzi liked most. He went to the grave to worship with the cold jade and Lao Guo.

The offering of the living, although the undead can not really eat, but can absorb the smell, just like eating.

After the worship, Ye Shaoyang and Lao Guo, sitting together in front of the grave, quietly drank the wine, and the cold jade sat on the side.

"Master, I will give you more money. When you gamble with the horse, if you lose nothing, let me know if you lose the light." Ye Shaoyang whispered while burning his paper.

Lao Guo said: "This is useless. Paper money can only buy some daily necessities in the underworld. Many things are restricted transactions. Paper money can't be bought at all, and gambling is not used."

Ye Shaoyang was shocked: "Is this reason?"

"You said, if you can use paper money to buy anything infinitely, then we will inevitably burn the paper to Master. He can't buy the whole black market."

Ye Shaoyang thought this is also the reason. He did not have many times of yin, but he was also a celestial teacher. He went to the underworld to do anything green. They all rushed, and they were familiar with the organization of the personnel, but the social situation in the underworld was not serious. Got it.

Lao Guo is different. He often trades with ghosts. He has to study the situation of the Yin Shi. Now he explained: "The things on the ghost market are only ordinary food and clothing, and sundries. You can buy them with paper money. Some rare things, ingot paper money can not be bought, are barter.

Among the ghost domains, there are many things that can be collected, all kinds of wild fruits, all kinds of stones, all of which can be made into forensic medicine or Horcruxes. Those undead who live in the city of Sudden City, usually go to collect and get ghosts. The city goes to change what you want. As for those gods and ghosts, there are sins. Master, they gambled, and they are sure to gamble.

You take paper money to gamble with others, lose and let your relatives burn you, endless, who is more gambling? ”

Ye Shaoyang thought, saying: "Yes, the Emperor's sacred purpose also said that Master is enjoying the lord of the Lord. What is it?"

Lao Guo looked at him with surprise and said: "You really don't know?"

Ye Shaoyang shrugged. "I am doing things, I have nothing to do. I have never managed to do this. They always ask me for paper money. I think it is all paper money."

Lao Guoyi also thought, saying: "The sinister gods and the ghosts of the ghosts are actually black iron, on the two counts, just like the silver we used in ancient times."

"Xuantie, produced from the mine?"

Even if Ye Shaoyang doesn't understand this anymore, he also knows that there are many veins in the ghost field, and a large number of ghosts are working inside to mine minerals. Most are black iron ore.

The black iron is the basic material used to produce the Horcrux. Like the soul of your own hands, it is the black iron. Of course, the same materials, different refining processes, the quality of the finished product is not the same. Hells are made of infernal fire and burned, and they are spiritually powerful, and they are repressive to all evil things.

In addition to the black iron ore, there are some minerals of rare materials, such as purple gold, crystal, ice, etc., each with its own purpose.

This knowledge, Ye Shaoyang knows, but it is the first time I heard that using the black iron to be a currency.

"Then why do I deal with those yin gods and ask me for paper money?" Ye Shaoyang asked inexplicably.

Lao Guodao: "Why do you want it? You don't have any black iron. Although paper money is not worth the money, but these Yin gods usually don't burn paper for them. It is good to get some paper money. After all, everyone has to live and spend. Where money is spent, or save money on paper money."

Looking at the white plaque in front of the tombstone, Yan Lengyu suddenly said: "Shaoyang, why don't you give Master a pair of boys or maids?"

Ye Shaoyang said: "What do you want to do?"

"Master can make them into evil spirits and serve themselves."

"Get it, my master is not good."

芮冷玉瞪眼: "What do you want, I am talking about the maid, not the wife. Right, did Master have a lover before his death?"

"Of course not." Ye Shaoyang patted his chest. "Don't say anything else. In this respect, my master is very decent, in order to cultivate, not close to women."

Just talking, suddenly burst into tears, uploaded from the mountain road. The two turned their heads and looked at it. It was an old lady in her 60s who stumbled and ran.

"Zhang Grandma!" Ye Shaoyang, who recognized it at a glance, was shocked.

This grandmother is a widowed old lady in Maoshan Town. She sold sesame seeds in her early years and was religious in Taoism. She often went up the mountain to burn incense.

Ye Shaoyang’s impression of her is that she is good and kind. When she was a child, she went down to school every day, passing by the biscuits, and she was stuffed with two biscuits and never collected money.

Zhang grandma rushed to the Qingyunzi grave, and she burst into tears. She still screamed in her mouth: "Qingyunzi, you just let me go. Why don’t you come to see me before you die, you don’t know that I have been Waiting for you..."

Ye Shaoyang and Yan Yuyu shocked each other and listened to this voice... What happened to the two?

Ye Shaoyang hurriedly helped Zhang grandma to get up, and a comfort, Zhang Grandma finally eased.

"Zhang Grandma, how come you come to worship him in the middle of the night?" Ye Shaoyang was puzzled. She didn't come at the funeral during the day.

Grandma Zhang cried and said: "I don't come during the day, I am afraid that I can't stand the excitement. I want someone to come and talk to him. I can't let the people in the town hear it... so that it won't be good."

Ye Shaoyang was shocked again and murmured: "What's the bad thing between you..."

Grandma Zhang wiped her tears and looked at the cold jade: "Is this your wife?"

"Oh... you just want her to be, it is the morning and evening." Ye Shaoyang peeked at the cold jade, and he was not heard.

Zhang grandma looked up and down the cold jade, pulled Ye Shaoyang to her ear and said: "Good fortune, big sun. Your wife is as big as a boy, can have a boy."