Chapter 75 The Ghost Market of Zhuang Zhou's Dream of Butterflies
Chapter 75 Zhuang Zhou Mengdie’s Ghost Market
Ren Qing didn't know exactly how the Mud Club incident would unfold. Anyway, he received the reward for the mission the next day.
I thought it would be like what Huang Ziwan said, and the reward would be delivered by Ming Ya, but I didn't expect that it would be delivered by Mu Yi.
Mainly because Song Zongwu had something to do and couldn't escape, so he entrusted Mu Yi to inform Ren Qing of the details about the blood crystal.
This shows that Song Zongwu will still pay attention to Ren Qing's movements.
After Mu Yi's explanation, Ren Qing figured out why the Jailer Hall used blood crystals as currency.
First of all, it is really easy to carry.
As long as they are roasted at high temperatures, the blood crystals will liquefy and fuse with each other.
After the fusion, the size of the blood crystal will not change at all, only the color and weight will increase.
Ren Qing chopped the blood crystal into two halves. The broken blood crystal quickly turned into water droplets, but the overall weight was the same.
It shows that there is almost no loss.
So much so that the weight of blood crystals has become the standard for value assessment.
Blood crystals of about one kilogram are called "sheng", those that reach ten kilograms are called "dou", and one hundred kilograms are called "stones".
This unit of weight has actually been used for a long time, not only by the jailers, but also by ordinary people. It is said to have a history of thousands of years.
Ren Qing was deeply puzzled by this.
At present, it seems that Sanxiang City does not have any historical records, and it is not known what dynasty it was in, and even everyone is accustomed to it.
In order not to appear strange, Ren Qing never asked about the erased history, which was likely to involve the divided north.
We have to wait until we have advanced in cultivation before exploring again.
Fortunately, the reward for this mission of the Mud Society was still very generous, which gave Ren Qing hope to change things in a short time.
Even if he cheated from beginning to end, the Jailer Hall rewarded him with fifteen buckets of blood crystals, which is one and a half stones.
You must know that one hundred buckets of blood crystals can be exchanged for strange objects in the half-zombie realm.
However, for the vast majority of the jailers, although there are a large number of strange objects in the jailer hall, it is still not easy to select the strange objects that require the transformation route.
So they either use blood crystals to purchase resources, or they save enough 500 buckets to directly exchange for the secrets of spells.
Ren Qing couldn't help but feel regretful. If he had become a reserve during the disaster relief restricted area, he might not be able to choose spells.
He put the blood crystal and the Da Miao knife into the prison in his belly, and then patiently stayed in the Huo Gong Hall to practice for several days.
When the ghost market was about to open, Huang Ziwan finally went to the appointment and walked directly into Ren Qing's wing under Bo Feng's astonished eyes.
If Xiao Wu hadn't recognized Huang Ziwan, Bo Feng might have been tempted to report to the official.
Ren Qing was already ready in the house, wearing a raincoat and hat.
Huang Ziwan did not conceal his appearance. He urged: "Brother Ren, let's go!"
Ren Qing took out the bone key and drew the doorway to the Jailer's Hall. The two of them stepped forward and entered. After a while, the wooden door disappeared.
There was still rain of blood in Abi Hell, but it seemed much more lively.
Ren Qing stood on his ribs and looked around. Dozens of jailers were heading somewhere to the southeast. He didn't expect so many monks to come to the ghost market.
Huang Ziwan said: "You can exchange resources in the ghost market. You can come here every month if you are free."
Ren Qing asked curiously: "Are there any jailers outside of Xiangxiang?"
Huang Ziwan said softly: "There are so many unidentified restricted areas around Xiangxiang. Therefore, the jailer's hall does not allow the jailer to leave Xiangxiang."
He paused slightly and continued: "Song Zongwu must have left Xiangxiang. You can find an opportunity to test it out."
Ren Qing shook his head, Song Zongwu was so secretive about this, how could he say anything.
However, he did have some vague guesses.
Ren Qing suspected that there were not many restricted areas in the south, so he stopped the guards who were carrying strange objects from going there to avoid spreading the restricted area.
Xiangxiang may be a buffer zone, right at the junction of north and south.
The north has completely fallen.
Huang Ziwan and Ren Qing walked for a long time. They came to an open space in the southeast and sat on a tree branch not far away.
Dozens of jailers gathered nearby, seemingly waiting for something.
I don’t know how much time has passed.
Huang Ziwan started to feel sleepy and yawned when he suddenly heard a jailer in the crowd shouting excitedly: "Here we come, the ghost market!!!"
The flat ground shook, and a thin mist slowly enveloped the place.
The rain of blood could not fall here, as if it was blocked by an inexplicable force.
After a while, the fog dissipated, and a dreamlike market came into view.
The market is bustling with people, passers-by are erratic, various stalls are busy, and you can also smell the fragrance of snacks.
Everyone set off immediately.
Jailers walked through the streets, and passers-by turned into smoke and dust when they touched them, only to gather again after a while.
Ren Qing followed behind and couldn't help but frown and asked: "Is this a magic technique?"
Huang Ziwan nodded and said: "Dream Butterfly Method."
"Dream Butterfly Method..."
Ren Qing muttered to himself several times, as if he had seen it inadvertently in the secret pavilion, but the record was vague.
He only remembered one allusion.
Zhuang Zhou Mengdie.
Huang Ziwan said in a respectful tone: "This technique was performed by the perfect monk of Yin Chao Realm, Da Meng Zhenren."
After mastering the Dream Butterfly Technique, a monk can construct a dream that is both true and false while sleeping, and pull others into the dream.
In other words, Dameng Zhenren would have a dream called "Ghost Market" on the fifteenth day of every month, so that the jailers could gather here to trade.
Ren Qing's expression was a little astonished, and the noisy sounds around him flooded into his ears, as if those illusory figures were all real.
The old man at the noodle stall took the initiative and shouted to Ren Qing: "Sir, would you like a bowl of Yangchun noodles?"
Before Ren Qing could speak, Huang Zi refused: "Old man, it's no need."
Ren Qing was surprised. Could it be that the passers-by in the ghost market were not illusory.
Seeing this, Huang Ziwan explained: "The food sold in the ghost market is indeed edible, but it just tastes good and cannot be swallowed."
"And these foods cost nothing, but it is said that they will shorten your lifespan."
"I see."
Ren Qing raised his eyebrows, could it be possible that the Dream Butterfly Method could use this method to extend life?
The rules in the dream should have been set up by Da Mengzhen. It is indeed very possible to obtain life span through transactions.
Ren Qing's face was filled with joy. He didn't expect that he had just come into contact with the ghost market and already found clues to the life-extending spell.
However, the ghost market is not like a dream at all. It feels like every shadow has intelligence. If they were independent of the ghost market...
Ren Qing's face changed slightly. The Rat Mother's technique had similar effects.
Theoretically, the Possum clone used as a substitute is just a new life that inherits memories, and has a more like mother-child relationship with the original body.
The land has summoned an astonishing number of Possum clones. Could it be that they are looking for another self with independent consciousness?
"Ren Qing, what's wrong?"
Huang Ziwan interrupted Ren Qing's thoughts.
Ren Qing suppressed the distracting thoughts in his mind. Reporting his suspicions to the Jailer Hall would only cause trouble. He should find an opportunity to tell Song Zongwu.