After wandering around for a while, a few people unexpectedly bumped into the old man carrying the burden on the road just now.
On his stall were several sets of intestines, liver, spleen and lungs spread out on banana leaves, red and white, with no trace of blood removed.
There were a lot of people buying, and all they handed over were gold and silver.
Lu Huan came close to Shen Hui, pulled his sleeves, and asked in a low voice:
"Are these human...?"
Shen Hui shook his head. "They are all from pigs, sheep and poultry."
As he spoke, he glanced at the old man again and said calmly:
"This man is surrounded by Blood Baleful Intent. He may be a butcher in the city."
When everyone heard this, they looked at the stall owner, and sure enough they saw a sharp bone-picking knife placed under his stall, with the handle polished to a shiny finish.
Shouyuan squinted his eyes and looked hard at the other person for a long time, but he felt that he couldn't see anything except that his face was rosy.
He frowned and said with some doubt:
"Why didn't I see what Blood Baleful Intent was on him?"
Shen Hui turned to look at Old Daoist and explained:
"A person who kills a person who has committed a serious crime is surrounded by scarlet red, like a blood mist, which is Blood Baleful Intent. A person who has committed a serious crime and is surrounded by black energy, like a dark cloud pressing down on the eaves, is Evil Baleful Intent."
He paused and said a few more words:
"Evil Baleful Intent haunted people may not have killed anyone with their own hands, but they have done a lot of bad things, and their poison is far-reaching..."
"Blood Baleful Intent Those who are surrounded by people are not necessarily evil people. For example, this butcher kills pigs and sheep and provides food for the people, so he is not considered evil."
Lu Huan also winked at this and finally said dejectedly:
"I didn't see anything black or red..."
"So I asked you to learn Aura Observation Art."
Lu Huan As soon as he heard the three words "Aura Observation Art", his whole face completely collapsed:
"Aura Observation Art... Hu Cheng and I have both learned this, but neither of them have mastered it. What about heavenly eyes and Dharma eyes, it makes people confused."
Hu Cheng nodded repeatedly, feeling the same.
Jinghui smiled and patted Lu Huan's head, comforting him:
"It's okay, I can't do it either."
"Really? Don't coax me..."
"Why did you lie to me?"
Jinghui stopped and said with a smile:
"Aura Observation Art is very difficult. In our generation, apart from my junior brother, only Second Senior Sister can do it."
Several people stood there and stared at the butcher for a while, but naturally they didn't see anything interesting about him.
Finally Shen Hui shook his head and said the next sentence lightly:
"Out of sight is not necessarily a bad thing. Out of sight, out of mind."
After saying that, he lifted his feet and walked away.
Lu Huan was thoughtful when he heard the words. He turned around and saw the old man chopping up a pig's lungs. He picked up the knife and dropped it. The lungs were broken into small pieces in the blink of an eye, and blood dripped down the edge of the chopping board.
The little girl felt a chill on the back of her neck. She hurriedly ran a few steps to catch up with the crowd and pushed herself into the middle of the crowd. However, she couldn't help but look back and glance at the stall.
I don't know if it was because of my eyesight this time, but I felt like there was a furry red mist all over the old man's body, and when I looked again it was gone.
Under the moonlight it was clear that he was a shriveled old man selling dirt.
"Well, not being able to see is not necessarily a bad thing..."
The little girl shook her head as she spoke and forgot about the matter in a blink of an eye.
After walking for another distance, Shen Hui suddenly stopped in front of a stall.
There were some cups and dishes on the stall, including coarse porcelain, fine porcelain, blue and white, and white, all of different quality, and half the table was piled up in a mess.
Shen Hui picked and picked, finally picked up a celadon cup, turned it over and looked at the bottom, and frowned.
Several people behind him also craned their necks to come over and take a look.
Shen Hui held up the cup and asked the stall owner, "Where did this thing come from?"
The stall owner was a bad old man, with sparse hair and a small ponytail, and wrinkles on his face. Hearing this, he raised his eyelids:
"You can buy whatever you want, no matter where I come from?"
Shen Hui handed the cup to him:
"I don't care where you come from, but why is my name written on it?"
The stall owner was stunned, reached out to take the cup, turned it over and saw a few words engraved on the bottom of the cup:
Meng Chunyue Gu Dan, the fourth year of Dinghe.
The stall owner squinted for a long time and then looked up at Shen Hui with a suspicious look on his face:
"Your name... is that long?"
Behind them, Jinghui and Green Bamboo couldn't hold back the "poof" sound, covering their mouths and shaking their shoulders.
Shen Hui, however, remained calm and nodded solemnly:
"I am Yi People."
Of course he was bluffing.
Dinghe was originally the reign name of the previous dynasty, more than 400 years ago. Mengchun refers to the first month of the lunar calendar, and Gudan means an auspicious day.
Therefore, the meaning of this base is: Dinghe was fired on an auspicious day in the first month of the lunar calendar in the fourth year.
However, the dead ghost in front of me doesn't look like he has studied in school, so it's not surprising that he doesn't know.
As expected, when the bad old man heard this, he immediately felt troubled. He held the cup and looked at it for a long time. Finally, he looked at Shen Hui and said hesitantly:
"So... how are you doing?"
Shen Hui smiled generously, "I want to ask you something. If you answer it, I won't pursue it."
"Then ask."
"Who is in charge of this Ghost Market?"
The bad old man breathed a sigh of relief when he heard this, "Hey, you're asking this. It's a crow spirit. We usually call it Seventh Master..."
He raised his hand and pointed. "Well, it usually lives on that slope, on the top of the old locust tree."
Before he finished speaking, there was a "plop" sound, and a crow flew from the darkness and landed steadily on the pole of the stall.
The crow was completely black, with only its eyes glowing a little dark gold.
It tilted its head and looked at several people one by one, and finally its eyes fell on Shen Hui, speaking in a human-like manner:
"I wonder why senior is looking for me?"
Shen Hui was not surprised either, he cupped his hands and said:
"Fellow Daoist, I've invited you. I have a question to ask. Last year, did you see anything strange happen on Mass Grave?"
The crow was stunned when he heard this and tilted his head:
"Weird thing? What's weird?"
"It's like corpse fraud. For example... something came out of someone's grave."
When the crow heard this, it folded its wings slightly, thought for a while, and said:
"There is indeed one. Last June, a man emerged from a grave."
Shen Hui raised his eyebrows. "I wonder which tomb it is?"
"It's the one with the monument."
The crow stretched out its wings and pointed up the slope:
"Two monsters came yesterday and dug up the grave. They chewed and swallowed all the bones. I was wondering at the time, what was there to chew on the bones?"
"What does the person who came out look like?"
"It's a woman."
Crow recalled, "She was skinny and skinny, with no hair on her body. As for her appearance... I didn't see her clearly. I just remember that after she came out, she was covered in mud and went all the way north."
Shen Hui looked thoughtful after hearing this, and then said thank you.
The crow didn't go away, it jumped on the camouflage pole and blinked:
"Senior, I also have something to ask of you."
"You said."
"I picked up a book earlier."
When Crow said this, there was a hint of embarrassment in his tone:
"But I can't read what's written in it. I just heard my senior talking to the stall owner. He must be a knowledgeable person. I wonder... could you bother me, senior, to take a look at it for me?"
Shen Hui answered readily, "It's all right."
The crow was so happy that he jumped down from the pole, flapped his wings and led the way:
"Senior, please come this way, my humble residence is just ahead!"
As he said that, he led a few people to fly towards the end of Ghost Market. After flying for a while, he landed in front and waited, for fear that they would be lost.
He talked a lot along the way and introduced the origin of Ghost Market:
"This market has been running for almost three hundred years. At first, it was just a few homeless ghosts gathering together to exchange some things. Later, as the number of people increased, rules were established..."
"Lonely Ghost and Wild Spectre, who lives fifty miles away, comes here to set up a stall during the first half of the month. I'm not a talented person, so I was pushed out to take care of things. I just do some work of keeping order and discipline, settling lawsuits and resolving disputes..."
"The year before last, a drunk man accidentally broke in and caused trouble in the market. As a result, the ghosts tied him up with paper ropes all night. When he woke up the next day, he found himself lying in the cemetery. He was so scared that he pissed his shit..."
While they were talking, several people followed the crow through Ghost Market. They were dazzled by what they saw along the way. The fear they had just now was suppressed by curiosity.
Lu Huan stared at a candy seller's stall and couldn't help but stop.
The stall owner was a ghost who looked like a little girl. He kneaded the candy man so quickly that he couldn't see clearly. In the blink of an eye, a candy bunny was formed, with ears so thin that they were transparent.
Lu Huan swallowed and asked Shen Hui in a low voice:
"That... can you eat it?"
Shen Hui Before he could answer, the crow heard it first and turned around and said:
"Girl, don't buy it. It's a toy to trick ghosts. If a living person eats it, it will cause stomach upset."
Lu Huan was startled and quickly looked away.
The crow led a few people out of a low door behind Ghost Market. Behind the door was a barren slope with overgrown weeds and graves that were denser and more shabby than before.
There is a locust tree on the top of the slope, its crown blocks out the sky and the sun, its branches are knotted, and they poke darkly into the night sky.
There is a nest at the top of the tree, and a hole is cut under the trunk. An old cloth curtain is hung at the entrance of the hole to serve as a door.
Naturally, the crow did not lead a few people to the nest, but opened the curtain and led a few people into the tree hole:
"My house is in a mess, which makes a few people laugh."
When everyone took a closer look, they saw that there were some tattered books and papers piled in the hole. It looked messy, like a rag-picker, with nowhere to start.
"This is indeed a bit messy..."
"How about we go to the nest to talk?"