On the main street of Lanxi Town.

Because of the Hungry Ghost Festival, people go from house to house and start preparing river lanterns to offer to their ancestors.

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On the slightly crowded street, Sang looked at the unsmiling Zhao Zhenren beside him with a smile, and waved his whisk:

"Oh, my dear, please smile."

"There is a saying... the more you smile, the longer you live."

"Your Lushan sect's methods are too overbearing. They are all ways of injuring the enemy by one thousand and damaging yourself by eight hundred. Make yourself happy!"

With that said, Sang turned to Zhenren Zhao and made a face.

"..." Zhao Zhenren sighed helplessly: "The Ning family's matter is over, why do you want to follow me?"

Sang said with a smile:

"Because... today is the Ghost Festival."

"The gates of hell are wide open, there are no taboos, and no distinction is made between humans and ghosts."

"You are too murderous, so you have to be 'neutralized' by an evil monk like me, do you understand?"

Just as he was talking, the whole town of Lanxi suddenly lit up.

Many lanterns appear inexplicably and float in the night sky.

A burst of weird laughter began to spread from all directions.

Sang Wei narrowed his eyes and poked Zhao Zhenren beside him.

The latter snorted coldly, but already carefully grabbed a short knife.

At this time, in front of the two of them, the already crowded streets suddenly became impassable.

Many dead souls of different clothes and ages slowly walked through the crowd.

Then, some other things that looked inhuman and inhuman also appeared.

"Well, the door to hell is open."

"Whether it's dead souls or ghosts, they're all here."

Sang scratched the back of his head with a whisk:

"But... judging from this quantity, it shouldn't be..."

"How can there be such excitement in a small town, unless..."

Zhao Zhenren said with a straight face:

"Unless the ghost market opens here."

Just as he was talking, a bell suddenly sounded in Lanxi Town.

However, ordinary people don't seem to notice it.

On the contrary, the dead souls and demons shifted their gaze slightly after hearing this.

Masters Sang and Zhao followed the sound and saw a magnificent temple appearing outside the city in the north of Lanxi Town. The temple was golden in color, and it really looked like a majestic treasure.

"A ghost market is opened in a ghost temple?"

"this……"

Sang's face showed surprise.

But he saw Master Zhao on the side, who had already put away his weapons and strode forward.

…

Although Sang looked careless about the ghost market that appeared inexplicably along the way, his eyes quickly looked around.

On the side, Master Zhao couldn’t help but said:

"Little monk, are you nervous?"

Sang held up his fingers and twirled the prayer beads playfully: "How should I put it... every time there is a ghost market, there will always be some unlucky ones who get in by mistake."

"That's all for dead souls. As for ghosts and monsters... they will be greedy, right?"

Zhao Zhenren's eyes twitched.

Soon, they arrived at the entrance of the magnificent ghost temple.

But in front of the ghost temple, there were already two colorful dolls. They smiled and took out masks from the flower baskets in their hands and gave them to every guest who entered.

When Sang and Zhao Zhenren came forward, the colorful doll was slightly startled.

He immediately handed over the mask with a smile.

"You two seem to be capable."

"But the ghost market is dangerous, so please be careful. If you are missing arms or legs, the ghost market will not be responsible."

Zhao Zhenren smiled coldly:

"How can two broken dolls be held responsible?"

Sang rolled his eyes: "Why are you so angry!"

Saying that, Sang took over the two masks with a smile: "You two look so cute!"

"Thank you for your compliment, Mingren. However, there is no need for you to comment so against your will." The colorful boy greeted the two of them and hurried in without raising his head.

"..." Sang muttered something, and entered the ghost temple one after another with Zhenren Zhao.

"Oh, it's more spacious in here than I thought?"

Sang looked around, but suddenly a breeze surged around him. Immediately afterwards, there was a scent of medicine on the tip of his nose.

"Um?"

Slightly surprised, Sang looked in that direction.

But I saw a girl wearing a red carp skirt, carrying a lotus river lantern, jumping in.

Sang Mo rubbed his chin and murmured: "Strange thing...where did I...see her?"

As he was talking, he saw a somewhat familiar voice coming from not far away:

"Say it quickly!"

"What's next?!"

"This gentleman must not show off!"

Looking around, he saw a young man wearing a fox mask standing excitedly in front of a storyteller.

The storyteller seemed to be a human being, gentle and gentle, holding a fan with a picture of a tiger in his hand.

The young man happily took out a silver coin from his arms and placed it in front of the storyteller.

"Mr. Lang, tell me quickly!"

“I can’t wait to hear it!”

Mr. Zhao said with a smile, "The unlucky person you mentioned seems to not know that he is unlucky."

Sang was also speechless.

"Didn't this boy go to pay homage to his parents with Mr. Ning and Mrs. Ning?"

"Why are you here?"

The two men stepped forward quickly.

At this time, the gentle storyteller showed an embarrassed smile:

"Xiao Langjun, storytellers have storyteller rules."

"You can't continue talking just by giving money."

"And...this is too much. Lang Jun, please take it back quickly."

Acheng, who was wearing a mask, felt a little discouraged and subconsciously fiddled with the fox mask he was wearing.

Suddenly, the storyteller sniffed and swallowed as if he noticed something.

Sang Mei's heart skipped a beat and she stepped forward quickly:

"A Cheng, why are you here!"

Saying that, Sang pulled Acheng over and let the storyteller see the fly whisk in his hand.

However, the storyteller did not pay too much attention to Sang, but focused on the somewhat vicious Zhao Zhenren.

"This... husband seems to be... a stranger?" The storyteller smiled slightly.

"Sang, Mr. Zhao, are you here too?" Acheng, who heard the voice, pulled the two of them over with a smile: "Let me tell you, I have never heard of the book written by this gentleman outside!"

"It is said that when there was a great epidemic, some people went to pray to the mountain god to protect the people in their town..."
To be continued...