Liu Hou has been looking at the old man's memory in the art of dream painting.
Seeing this, he was also stunned.
You must know that according to the records in Taoist books, some of the young women buried in random graves were left alone because of some strange combination of circumstances.
A ray of remnant soul is like a rootless duckweed, unable to touch the sky or the ground. It can only be trapped in the coffin forever and go crazy.
If you want to be reincarnated, you must obtain the Yin Ji.
The fastest way to obtain Yin status is to marry a man from the Yang world.
But no normal man would do this.
Now that Shen Fan has delivered it to your door, don't they want to accept it?
No, of course they do.
But they dare not.
Shen Fan's grandfather probably wanted to suppress Shen Fan's debt through ghost marriage.
And that thing has already appeared in the first memory.
It was two monsters who possessed Shen Fan's parents, robbed Shen Fan, hid in the mountains and raised them.
But Liu Hou hasn't seen the cause and effect yet.
But it's not hard to guess.
It was probably an injustice done by the ancestors of the Shen family.
Suffered the revenge of the monster.
And once he gets married to Shen Fan, his wife will keep him safe for the rest of his life.
But the things on Shen Fan's body cannot be saved, even if the remaining souls of the ghosts in the mass graves are wiped out.
Benefits and efforts are not directly proportional.
Of course no one is stupid enough to take it.
As for whether there is such a thing as reincarnation, Liu Hou himself doesn't know.
But since ancient times, ghost marriages, even those families who buy female or male corpses at high prices now, are mostly just for the sake of their children who suddenly died, so that they can have ghost marriages.
How deep is Shen Fan's debt?
Why are even dead people afraid of his breath?
The scene changed and it was already the next day.
Grandpa's face was ashen. Early in the morning, he prepared a tub of glutinous rice and buried Shen Fanqing in the glutinous rice.
This made Liu Hou feel puzzled again. There was basically only one reason for soaking a living person in glutinous rice.
That means that person was poisoned by corpse poison, but there was no sign of being poisoned by corpse poison at all on Shen Fan.
Then why did his grandfather put him in the glutinous rice?
And why did the old man in yellow robe say that Shen Fan would not survive seven days?
"Grandpa, these glutinous rice smell so bad, so uncomfortable."
Little Shen Fan complained.
Liu Hou frowned and took a closer look.
Sure enough, these glutinous rice are not fresh, they have obviously been fermented.
The glutinous rice was specially fermented and then used to bury little Shen Fan.
What did the old man in yellow robe say to Shen Fan's grandfather when he left?
What do they want to do?
"My dear grandson, be patient. Let's try again in another place tonight."
Grandpa kept asking Shen Fan to be patient. He turned around and took out a small wooden box from a hidden place in the house.
After opening it, the wooden box was full of cash bundled into balls.
Strange, where did this old man get so much money?
You must know that Shangdundu is located in a remote location, and its status as a water transportation hub was completely destroyed after World War II.
The thousand-year-old villages all over the country can only make a living by farming. Life is extremely difficult, and making money is even more difficult.
This kind of money can definitely not be earned just by making money.
Shen Fan's grandfather is not simple.
Grandpa did not hesitate to tie all the money in a cloth bag and tie it with him.
In the afternoon, grandpa hired a bullock cart and took Shen Fan out of the village.
The bullock cart swayed farther and farther, its target was Guacheng, which was dozens of kilometers away.
By the time they arrived at Gua City, it was already midnight.
There was a tall banyan tree in front of me. It had grown for thousands of years, and its crown was so big that it cast its shadow over half of the city block.
As soon as you get close to the banyan tree, you can feel the cool breeze constantly blowing against your face. Even this sultry summer night seems to have turned into a refreshing autumn season.
Liu Hou's eyes widened when he saw this.
I don’t know if it’s a coincidence or not, but this is the Big Banyan Tree Ghost Market from 20 years ago.
There is an ancient street under the banyan tree. Many people in the ancient street spread a rag on the ground, and many strange things were placed on the rag.
The noisy shouting of these people in the middle of the night woke up Shen Fan from his deep sleep.
"Grandpa, where is this?"
Little Shen Fan rubbed his sleepy eyes and was quickly attracted by the rare scene in front of him.
“The Big Banyan Tree Ghost Market here is a place to buy old things.
The ghost market in Gua City is famous far and wide, and it only displays the 1, 7, and 15 days of the lunar calendar.
Today is the 15th of the lunar calendar, which coincides with the big market." Grandpa answered a little absent-mindedly.
Little Shen Fan held up his chin and asked: "What are we doing here? Or find me a wife."
"right."
The old man nodded and stopped talking.
Little Shen Fan kept muttering in his heart, those who sell old items are all old men. How could there be a young daughter-in-law willing to marry him in the middle of the night?
He was dragged into the Big Banyan Tree Ghost Market by his grandfather.
The so-called ghost market usually only opens in the early morning, and the transactions conducted are all shady.
Of course, this shady business is not necessarily illegal, but it is not legal either.
The old items sold in the ghost market are almost all antiques.
Some of these antiques were bought by sellers, and some were left behind by the seller's ancestors.
But they are all in the minority.
Most of them are fakes, and even if there are genuine ones, they were dumped out by tomb robbers from all over the country.
However, even if it is an antique that has been dug out, it is still less than one tenth of the real thing.
Grandpa took little Shen Fan through the streets of the ghost market. He saw very quickly and walked very quickly.
At some stalls, he would stand there for a long time, while at other shops he would just sweep by without stopping.
In half an hour, the two of them had reached the middle of the ghost market.
Liu Hou followed him all the way in his dream.
When he saw this, he was shocked to find that Shen Fan's grandfather was indeed not a simple man. He had a very sharp eye for antiques and was obviously very experienced in identifying antiques.
How could this old man, a carpenter who learned Luban's art, know so much about antiques?
Liu Hou suddenly frowned.
No, the old man is learning the residual Lu Ban Shu and is missing a leg.
But twenty years ago, the old man's legs were still intact.
This means that his Lu Ban Shu had not yet been officially introduced to him at that time.
This old man kept his secrets secretly and had no idea what secrets he was hiding.
The old man's targets in the ghost market were all items used by women.
Jade pendant, jade hairpin, jade bracelet.
Every time he liked one, grandpa would take these things over, let Shen Fan hold them in his hands, and then murmur something.
After finishing the words in his mouth, Shen Fan would shout every time: "Grandpa, this thing is getting so cold."
"Let it go! They have no connection with you.
"Every time, grandpa would sigh like this and continue walking inside with Shen Fan.
Just as they walked into the depths of the ghost market, something from a taciturn stall owner suddenly made Shen Fan's grandfather's face light up.
Then he picked up a piece of jade from the stall.
After picking up the piece of jade auspiciousness, grandpa still let Shen Fan hold it. Just when he was about to speak, the silent stall owner suddenly raised his head and glanced at Shen Fan and his grandpa, thoughtfully.
"Old man, are you here to arrange a ghost marriage for your grandson?" asked the black-faced stall owner.
Grandpa was stunned, but he didn't hide anything: "Not bad."
"This thing doesn't work."
The stall owner looked at Shen Fan carefully and took the jade auspiciousness back from his hand: "It can't be held down."
Grandpa suddenly became energetic, with a chrysanthemum smile on his face, thinking that he had met a master.
The old man bowed respectfully and asked, "I wonder if the master has any good items to recommend?"
The black-faced stall owner pondered for a moment and took out a painting from the bottom of the box under his buttocks.
This painting looks good at first glance.
It's been some years.
Juan is still pure and flawless, not stained by a single bit of earthly dirt.
It has not been tempered by time until it turns yellow.
Unfold the scroll, and a picture jumps out.
Chapter completed!