Qi Su: "What's the most valuable item in the Ghost Market right now?"
The boy grinned and stretched out his dirty paws.
"This problem costs ten taels of silver."
Qi Su: "One ounce."
Boy: "Five taels."
Qi Su: "Eight points."
Boy: "Three ounces."
In the end, the two agreed on a price of one tael of silver for five questions.
The boy said, "If we're talking about the most famous item in the old Yellow Springs Underworld Tower, it would definitely be the Soul-Returning Pearl. It's said that the pearl can bring the dead back to life, and it was stolen from the tomb of the Imperial Concubine of the Zhou Dynasty."
Anyway, the Imperial Concubine is already dead, so it's hard to say whether she will come back to life, but it's undeniable that she can make the face of a dead person look lifelike.
"However, they're quite expensive, more like items meant to be the centerpiece of the market. But you've come at the perfect time, sister, there's something new that just arrived today!"
At this point, the boy let out a strange chuckle.
Qi Su: "I'm not interested in objects."
The boy said, "That's no ordinary item! There's only one in the world, and it's priceless. You haven't heard yet, have you? The old emperor was assassinated and has passed away."
Qi Su: "What? Is this item related to the emperor?"
The boy said, "It's related to the previous dynasty's emperor. Have you heard of the Buddhist disciple Dao Ci?"
Qi Su... I have a strange, bad feeling about this.
"That sounds familiar."
The boy was dissatisfied.
"You're not from the capital, are you? Master Daoci, the Buddhist monk, is a famous Zen master at Ciyun Temple. When he was still a monk, even the women in our Ghost Market would pretend to go to Ciyun Temple to offer incense."
Qi Su: "What does this item have to do with him?"
The boy grinned.
"The rare new arrival at the Underworld Tower is none other than the Buddhist disciple Dao Ci himself!"
Qi Su... I originally thought she was crazy.
She never imagined the world would become so mad.
Seeing her silence, the boy quickly said:
"This is real!"
Qi Su rolled her eyes.
"Come on, everyone knows that Dao Ci left the monastic life to become the Prince of Qishan, and he's even married. They might even have a child soon."
The boy was very serious.
"That King of Qishan is a fake! The dog emperor forced the monk to return to secular life, so he found a substitute and announced to the world that he was the King of Qishan. In fact, the real Master Daoci has been secretly hunted down by the dog soldiers."
Qi Su...
If she hadn't been the wife of the King of Qishan, she almost would have believed it.
It's surprising that such a vivid conspiracy theory exists among the working class.
Qi Su: "And then you guys dragged him in and turned him into an auction item? Tell me, who wanted to buy him?"
The boy slapped his thigh.
"Sister, you don't understand, do you? He is a prince of the previous dynasty. The dog emperor was assassinated, and now is the perfect opportunity to raise an army in rebellion."
The bold get rich, the timid starve; if you take a gamble, you might become the next emperor.
But there has to be a legitimate reason, right? Isn't the title of the former dynasty's Prince Daoci enough prestigious?
"Even if no one buys him to start a rebellion, he's so handsome that even I, a man, am tempted. Buying him to keep for my own amusement wouldn't be bad."
hateful.
Qi Su was actually moved by what he said.
I'm actually somewhat interested in seeing this rare item being auctioned off.
The boy noticed her interest.
"Sister, I have connections. For one hundred taels, I'll take you to see that Zen Master Daoci tonight. Let me tell you, he's in high demand. Not to mention anything else, the ghost market alone is packed with young and old women. You'd better make a decision soon."
good.
It's worth spending one hundred taels for Master Daoci.
.
It's almost midnight.
The boy led her to the Underworld Tower in the Yellow Springs.
This place is an underground cave, and it is quite spacious.
Although it was in the mountains, the light was a bit dim.
But the interior decoration and furnishings are almost identical to those of some luxury boutiques in Beijing.
The bustling crowd and lively atmosphere made it feel like a busy city center.
The boy put a mask on Qi Su.
He himself went there with a completely bare face, without any hesitation.
Some small items are being sold in the lobby.
Someone clearly recognized the boy.
They jeered and laughed, "Hey, Little Willow, why haven't you turned into dumpling filling yet? Your old turtle master ran away, but he just left you here with his ass."
The boy ignored him.
That person got really into it.
"What? Your master's reputation was ruined because he was impersonating Bai Xiaosheng, and now you can still pretend to be Bai Xiaosheng's disciple?"
The boy remained silent, pulling Qi Su aside.
A moment later.
He said in a low voice, "Although I am not a real know-it-all, I am very well-informed. I'm just using the name of the know-it-all to make a living."
Qi Su: "It doesn't matter. As long as I get what I want, that's fine."
Xiao Liu nodded vigorously.
"Yeah, yeah. These people just don't get it. Titles don't matter, as long as the information is true, that's all that matters, right?"
…
One item after another went up for auction.
Everyone seemed a little distracted.
Finally, we arrived at the last item: the Buddhist disciple Dao Ci.
Qi Su never imagined that one day, her husband's name would be listed alongside the words "auction item".
The owner of the Underworld Tower clearly values this item highly.
Unlike the previous ones, he wasn't pushed out from behind with a red cloth covering his face.
Instead, it fell from the sky.
A beam of light flashed overhead.
A monk dressed in a white robe sat on a prayer mat, his eyes closed and his hands clasped together.
The platform with the futon placed on it slowly descended.
The monk, enveloped in Buddha's light, slowly descended.
It finally stopped about seven or eight feet above the ground.
Maintain an angle that requires everyone to look up slightly.
Moreover, what's worse, sandalwood incense began to waft through the air, and chanting began.
Qi Su: ...
Yun Wuyi, come quick! Your counterfeit goods have arrived!
If she hadn't come to the Ghost Market, she wouldn't have known that people could be so wild.
Most importantly, this is a high-quality replica.
Their facial features, skin, and hands are very similar.
Moreover, he's bald.
The shiny kind.
Overall, my feelings are quite complicated.
The ghost market has already become lively.
Master Daoci was a monk, not a sheltered young lady.
No matter how much he tries to keep a low profile, quite a few people have met him.
"It's Zen Master Daoci! It really is!" a voice rang out from the crowd.
Isn't that right? My dear wife, even the person next to me thinks she looks just like me.
The steward of the Underworld Tower spoke.
"Master, didn't you say you wanted to save all living beings? Aren't the evil spirits in this ghost market living beings too? Are you willing to fall into this hell today?"
If the Buddha doesn't fall into hell, then who will?
The monk sitting on the futon opened his eyes.
His eyes gleamed with a chilling light.
He twirled the black stone prayer beads on his wrist and silently chanted a Buddhist mantra.
Qi Su breathed a sigh of relief for no apparent reason.
This person has light-colored eyes. Although he looks very similar to Yun Wuyi, it's just a resemblance.
Xiao Liutou nudged Qi Su with his elbow.
"Sister, how about it? Handsome, isn't he? Let's take him back and make him the new emperor."
Qi Su remained expressionless.
"I can't afford it."
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