In China today, there are no Taoists or Taoist priests for a long time. Guan Heng was walking in the streets and alleys of the city while recalling the conversation he had with the quicksand monster not long ago. Because of the fierce battle between immortals and gods thousands of years ago, the inheritance of Buddhism, Taoism and Confucianism

At that time, most of them were lost. As history progresses, these three religions have become a pile of information written on broken papers. Modern Chinese people basically do not know their allusions.

Alas, no wonder they wanted to bring me here from another world. Guan Heng sighed. It turns out that there are no Taoists and Taoist priests in this plane. Forget it, I still don’t want to think about these things. However, the quicksand monster and I found out about those things about ghost controllers and

The thing about the Soul Collector really aroused my interest.

Guan Heng thought to himself, it turns out that China has extremely strict control over local superpowers, and their life and death will be recorded in detail. When a superpower dies, a special soul collector will go to the place of death to collect and refine the soul.

Therefore, the chance of super evil spirits appearing in China is extremely small. Basically, soul collectors in cities collect and refine the souls of ordinary people. This is a common profession in China.

In addition to visiting various places, Guan Heng wanted to see how soul collectors collect ghosts. After observing several times, he found that there are only a few methods used by Chinese soul collectors. Most of them use

The specially refined magic weapon restrains the movements of the ghost, puts it into a container, and stores it on the soul altar shelf. After a few days of natural refining, the ghost will not be able to absorb the essence of the sun and moon, and will naturally disappear into the container jar.

This method is very simple. Guan Heng also heard before that due to the collapse of the entrance and exit of the Three Realms, newly dead ghosts cannot enter the underworld, so they can only be refined by soul collectors, thus returning to the origin of heaven and earth.

Well, that’s all I know about soul collectors. There’s nothing new anyway. Guan Heng thought to himself: Now I would like to know some anecdotes about ghost masters, but compared to soul collectors, this profession is

It's too remote and now it's on the verge of being lost.

Soul collectors are easy to find, and there are them in every city, but there are no ghost masters among ten thousand or even one hundred thousand. This is just because the conditions for becoming a ghost master are a bit harsh, such as being born with eyes that can see ghosts.

, this is the same as the soul collector, but it is a bit tricky to control ghosts and assimilate with ghosts. Besides, this method of controlling ghosts is basically of no use in today's China, and the ghosts you can encounter are only in life.

He's an ordinary person. Even if he controls and assimilates, he won't be able to increase his abilities much, and he won't be able to help his master much.

Ghost Controller is a completely useless and useless profession. It has been abandoned by the current Chinese supernatural world. How to find it?

At the same time, in the same city, in a certain alley.

A young girl in a yellow shirt was running with sweat on her face and panting, ah, I have to get there, otherwise it will be too late. The girl rushed out of the alley in three steps and two steps at a time, but she didn't pay attention to the steps under her feet.

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Wow, she jumped to the ground, bruised her elbows and knees, and her feet were sprained. Ugh, it hurts me so much. Damn it.

Hey, girl, are you okay? Guan Heng happened to be passing by here. He saw the girl fall and ran over to help her up.

The girl in the yellow shirt stood up and immediately bounced up as soon as her left foot touched the ground: Ah, it hurts.

It seems that your foot is sprained. Guan Heng looked at it carefully and said, I'd better take you to the hospital.

No, no, no, no. The girl quickly shook her head. She said to Guan Heng with a pleading face, "Sir, I have something urgent to go to the Caoji Noodle House nearby. Can you please send me there?"

Well, Guan Heng saw that the girl seemed to be really in a hurry, so he helped the girl walk through the streets and alleys, and spent about ten minutes arriving at the Caoji Noodle House located in a remote alley.

It's strange that other people open restaurants in busy areas, so there are more customers and business. Heng Heng looked at the dirty noodle shop and thought, this noodle shop is weird, and it actually chooses a restaurant that ordinary people rarely come to.

dead end

This noodle shop is a two-story building. There is probably only one floor for the store. The upstairs is the living room. The architectural style is simple, with three to five tables and seven or eight chairs. Directly opposite the door is the kitchen window a few steps away. Guan Heng can vaguely see it.

There is a tall man with an apron tied around his waist, who is busy with his back to the window

After entering the door, Guan Heng realized that there were quite a lot of guests here, and they were of all ages, men, women and children. They all lowered their heads and snored while eating noodles, with beads of sweat on their foreheads and temples. When he saw the diners' expressions,

A sense of satisfaction, as if they were eating delicacies like a Manchu banquet

Well, Guan Hengti smelled it, and it smelled really good, but he didn’t know what it tasted like. He had been walking on the road for most of the day, and he hadn’t eaten anything yet, so he decided to have lunch here later.

Hey, don't stand at the door blocking the road. Suddenly an old voice sounded from behind. Guan Heng quickly helped the girl to the side. When he looked again, it turned out to be a gray-haired old man walking into the store tremblingly on crutches.

He moved to the nearest table in a few steps.

When Jiang Shen came over, the old man was obviously a regular customer and he waved to the waiter.

The man is a dark-skinned, short but very strong young man. Come over quickly, Uncle Huo, there are still three bowls of signature beef noodles as before.

That's right, go and tell your brother, the old man smiled, and tell him to be more agile and play more.

I know how to add more oil, chili peppers and green onions. The strong young man smiled and said, "You haven't changed after eating it for forty years. If I don't remember it again, I will really become a stupid boy."

He turned around and was about to go to the stove to tell his elder brother to make noodles, but he saw Guan Heng and the girl in the yellow shirt standing there in a daze, so he took the initiative to ask: "You two noodles, it's your first time here. I especially recommend Cao's family"

The old shop’s signature beef noodles, here are all repeat customers who can’t forget the taste after eating it once.

I'm sorry, I want to find Mr. Jiang. Er, the girl in the yellow shirt said half a sentence when she suddenly lost strength and fainted. She was supported by Guan Heng: Hey, miss, wake up.

Hey, what's going on? Jiang Shen, the waiter at the noodle shop, looked puzzled and asked Guan Heng.

I don’t know this either. Guan Heng shook his head and said, I saw this girl fall on the street in front, so I helped her up. She told me that she wanted to come to Cao’s Noodle House to find someone. I saw that this girl’s foot was also sprained and she couldn’t move.
Chapter completed!