Chapter 202 Girl, you are under an ancient curse.
The ghost market in Fuyue Town is not as mysterious as the ghost markets in other books, and there are no many traps to prevent visitors from going there.
To put it bluntly, it's just an ordinary black market.
At the foot of Fuyue Mountain west of the town, there is a large, long-abandoned manor. On the first and fifteenth day of every month, buyers and sellers conduct some normal or shady transactions there.
For example, elixirs, talismans, and treasures that are difficult for ordinary people to buy on the market can be purchased from cultivators through the Ghost Market; some murders and robberies are also traded in the Ghost Market; even the slave trade that is prohibited by the Dawn Continent is sometimes carried out secretly in the Ghost Market.
These transactions are common in ghost markets across the mainland. The most famous reason why the ghost market in Fuyue Town is that there is a strange person in it.
No one knew his real name, nor had anyone ever seen his true face. They only knew him as Uncle Gui, a profoundly learned scholar, well-versed in astronomy and geography. Legend had it that Uncle Gui's divination skills were so exceptional that he could discern not only the fate and troubles of the mundane world, but even the affairs of gods and ghosts.
The gates of the ghost market are open to everyone, but if you want to ask the ghost uncle for divination, you must bathe and change clothes in water sprinkled with rose petals, otherwise you cannot set foot in the ghost market.
In fact, Lu Qingqing was skeptical at first - even though she had completed the operation according to the regulations.
It was not until she saw the masked male cultivator being thrown ten meters away by an invisible force and unable to step into the broken wooden door that Lu Qingqing finally believed that every place has its own rules, and that no matter how strange they were, she had to do as the masters said.
Uncle Gui is the living signboard of the ghost market. People come to see him in an endless stream, but not everyone can meet him.
For example, Lu Qingqing was persuaded to leave the stall by the child at the door three times in a row before she even reached the stall.
The reason given was both mysterious and simple: Girl, the master said that our destiny has not yet arrived.
Lu Qingqing didn't understand the illusory fate, but she had plenty of patience.
Can anything be harder than finding a job? Haha.
As my thoughts were racing, I saw the lush lights in the dilapidated manor under the dark mountain shadows in the distance, which gave me a strange beauty.
arrive.
This was Lu Qingqing's fourth time at the Ghost Market, and she was already familiar with the place.
She was already wrapped up tightly, so she didn't need to wear a mask. She just needed to adjust her cone hat and dress to show respect.
Everything was ready, and Lu Qingqing stepped over the threshold holding a lantern representing the buyer.
In fact, she felt quite at ease here. Somehow, the Ghost Market could shield her from her seductive nature. If the system hadn't prohibited it, she would have wanted to live there.
Just like the previous times I came, there were already quite a few street stalls in the courtyard, and the dim lights in the corners were just enough for customers to see clearly what was being sold on the stalls.
Today is August 15th, and there are more customers at the ghost market than usual, so many that they are almost shoulder to shoulder.
Lu Qingqing didn't want to waste time, so she walked around the yard and went straight to the small courtyard in the deepest part.
The further you go in, the fewer customers there are, the dimmer the lights are, and the more mysterious the transactions become.
for example--
"Miss, do you want a male slave?"
A furtive voice echoed from the darkness, which was as absurd as being stopped on the street and asked "Do you want a movie?" in modern society.
A short and fat man wearing a fox mask held up a lantern. Several strong men with naked upper bodies were standing on the stall. At this time, they all had their heads down and their faces could not be seen.
Lu Qingqing was speechless, "No."
"Girl, they're not just ordinary male slaves. They're not only good at work..." The short, fat man tried his best to sell them, making a "you know" gesture and whispering mysteriously, "I see you're a cultivator, so you have extraordinary energy. My male slaves are much better than ordinary men in bed, and they're also very obedient."
"..." Lu Qingqing couldn't bear to hear any of this anymore, and quickly pulled out the dagger from her waist.
"No, no, no, please calm down, young lady." The short and fat man was frightened and stepped back repeatedly, smiling and apologizing, "It was my fault for the offense, young lady, please be at ease."
Fortunately, nothing unexpected happened afterwards, and Lu Qingqing successfully arrived at Uncle Gui's stall.
The word "stall" is not quite accurate. In fact, it was originally the boudoir of a lady in the manor, but now it has been transformed into a fortune-telling shop belonging to Uncle Gui.
A fair and handsome little boy stood in front of the door, trying to persuade several men and women to leave.
The reason is still "My dear guest, you and Master are not destined to meet today."
The customers who came to tell fortunes all knew Uncle Gui’s temper. Although they were dissatisfied, they did not dare to argue too much and had to leave in a hurry.
In a blink of an eye, Lu Qingqing was the only one left.
She walked forward, and before she could speak, the little boy smiled, "Miss, Master said we can see you today."
"Thank you, little master." Lu Qingqing knew the rules, took out the prepared silver from her sleeve and handed it to the little boy.
This is considered a consulting fee.
The child took the purse, bent down and held out his hand, "Miss, please."
“Squeak—”
The door opened automatically and Lu Qingqing walked in.
The inside of the house was not what she had imagined. She had thought it would be eerie and scary, but it was bright and clean, and it exuded an indescribable refreshing medicinal fragrance.
It doesn't look like a fortune-telling stall, but more like a medical clinic, Lu Qingqing thought.
But where is the doctor?
Looking around, I only saw tables and chairs, but no people.
"Girl, sit wherever you want."
Lu Qingqing was just wondering when an old and vague voice came from somewhere.
Now that you are here, make the most of it.
Anyway, talented people always like to be mysterious.
Sitting on the nearest chair, Lu Qingqing clasped his fists and said, "I came here because I have something I want to ask you."
A hunched figure gradually appeared behind the gauze screen. "Do you want to ask about the charm bone in your body?"
Lu Qingqing stood up excitedly, "You really are a god! I just want to ask you, old man, if there is a way to remove my charm bone?"
She remembered that there was a plot in the original book where the heroine advised the popular female supporting character to remove her charm bone to avoid getting into trouble.
The female supporting character naturally wouldn't listen, and ended up in an irreparable situation.
So as soon as she got through this, she rushed to the ghost market to find a way to get rid of her charm.
The figure behind the screen paused and spoke slowly.
"Let me feel his pulse first."
"Yes." Lu Qingqing obediently stretched out her right hand.
The next second, a silk thread popped out from the screen and wrapped around Lu Qingqing's pulse.
An unfathomable spiritual power explored her limbs and bones, but it did not make people feel offended at all. Lu Qingqing was so comfortable that she almost fell asleep.
"Girl, you've been cursed by an ancient curse."
The old man's words were a bombshell, which immediately made Lu Qingqing sober up.
"Curse? Senior, do you have a way to remove this curse?"
"Yes, there is." Uncle Gui held up two fingers from behind the screen, "There's more than one way."
Lu Qingqing sat upright, "Please explain clearly, Senior."
"The first method is relatively simple." Uncle Gui said calmly, "Harmonize the yin and yang with the ninety-nine and eighty-one great masters of the Spiritual Transformation Stage, and practice double..."
"stop!"
Lu Qingqing's eyes turned dark. How could this be easy?
No, it has nothing to do with whether Jane is simple or not. The unspeakable plot of the charming female supporting character in the original book having sex with many powerful men appeared before her eyes, and she almost vomited blood.
"Senior, the second one, I want the second one."
"The second option is a bit more troublesome." The old man coughed, "Find a great medicine practitioner with ancient divine bloodline and ask him to treat you."
“…” Lu Qingqing’s heart was filled with tears.
Heaven can bear witness, is this a bit of a hassle?
As far as she knew, cultivators with ancient divine bloodlines were extremely rare. Some had already ascended, while those who hadn't yet achieved immortality were mostly on other continents. Putting aside her Tang Monk flesh physique, even a normal cultivator would have to reach the Golden Core stage to qualify for a transmission array to travel to other planes.
Even if she successfully reached other continents, it was still unknown whether she would have the opportunity to ask a powerful person to cure her illness.
Perhaps because her devastated expression was too miserable, Uncle Gui spoke again.
"You are truly pitiful. I haven't seen this kind of ancient curse in hundreds or even thousands of years. I'll have the boy return the money to you later."
Lu Qingqing: …………
It makes her look even more pitiful!
"Senior." Admitting defeat wasn't her style, so she decided to take the opportunity to ask something useful. "Under normal circumstances, when do you think I can become a Jindan cultivator?"
Uncle Gui pondered for a moment, "You have excellent physique, so it will take three to five years at the fastest, or ten to eight years at the slowest."
It's still too long.
If you stay in the Dawn Continent for three to five years with a charming figure, you will definitely start to follow the original plot and eventually slide into the abyss of death.
"Uncle Gui, is there any way to quickly improve my cultivation?" Lu Qingqing asked bravely.
Uncle Gui fell silent.
Silence represents affirmation.
"Senior, please give me some guidance." Lu Qingqing stood up and bowed towards the screen. "I really need to advance quickly. I can't wait for three to five years."
"This isn't a secret; many people know about it." Uncle Gui finally spoke up. "The Shura Secret Realm can rapidly improve one's cultivation."
…
It is true that Uncle Gui has a strange personality and often avoids seeing people, but as long as he is willing to see them, he will do his best to help the customers.
Not only did Lu Qingqing get two methods to lift the curse from him, but the old man was also kind enough to give her a pill that could temporarily hide her seductive physique, and the effect of the pill lasted for three months.
As a reward, Lu Qingqing needs to pick a kind of spiritual herb for Uncle Gui in the Shura Secret Realm.
That makes sense.
But the problem arises again.
The old man refused to tell her where the Shura Secret Realm was or how to get there. He only said that she needed to explore on her own and that she would be able to get there if the opportunity arose.
Lu Qingqing has a big head.
Forget it, at least I have a clue now, which is better than being a headless fly.
A grateful heart.
She put the pills away carefully, thanked Uncle Gui, and left the room.
When returning along the same route, Lu Qingqing noticed that the stall selling male slaves at the corner was quite busy.
There were two or three guests holding lanterns, both men and women, choosing items.
The short and fat stall owner spoke eloquently, enthusiastically promoting his "goods," his words even more exaggerated and erotic than before, while the customers looked extremely excited.
This has nothing to do with Lu Qingqing.
Just as she was about to move forward, her eyes were suddenly attracted by one of the "male slaves".
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