After that, my master ignored me and said to Senior Brother Zhuang: "Most of the people have arrived. You should take Youdao and others to the town hall."

Senior Brother Zhuang hugged my master and took us to the bridge.

When I passed by the bridge, I asked my master: "Master, aren't you going together?"

The master lit the dry tobacco and said to me, "I want to guard here. We are the masters of Jihunzhuang in ancient times. It is still our responsibility to guard the house and protect the hospital. Haha, in a few years, you will be the one who looks at this road."

When the master spoke, he pointed to a small path behind me. This path did not lead to the bamboo forest we had walked through before, but directly to the direction of the restaurant.

I asked the master: "Do you have to say that kind of thing every time someone comes?"

My master put a sip of cigarette in his mouth and asked me blankly: "What do you mean?"

I said, "That's right, who came?"

The master nodded: "By the way, I'm going to say. Every time someone comes over, he will shout this sentence and check the soul tickets on them again. In the Ghost Market, only those holding soul tickets can enter."

Actually, I have no other meaning, I just feel that the saying "Who is coming?" is quite pretentious, but I think this may be a rule passed down from ancient times, and it is difficult for us to change it as younger generations.

I asked the master again: "What is the soul ticket?"

While I was talking, footsteps came from a distance from the small road leading to the restaurant. My master quickly waved his hand to my senior brother Zhuang: "I'm here, I have some learning, take them to the secret passage."

So Senior Brother Zhuang called me away.

We were not walking on the suspension bridge, but the dry river channel under the suspension bridge. On the river wall on the south side of the river, there were caves wide. Just where I could see, the number of such caves reached more than a hundred.

Senior Brother Zhuang carefully looked at the river wall for a while before taking us into one of the cave entrances. There was a moving stone gate at the entrance. When Senior Brother Zhuang pushed open the stone gate, I felt a wet air flow blew out from it. Although the air flow was a little tide, it gave people a very fresh and comfortable feeling.

When I was drilling into the hole, I looked back and saw three or five people who had just stepped onto the suspension bridge, and the bridge body was shaking slightly with the frequency of their walking.

After entering from the hole, there is a very wide corridor. The walls on both sides of the corridor are built with large square stone bricks, but the bricks are not tightly built. There are large gaps between each brick. From time to time, you can see the thick roots of trees emerging from those gaps.

The corridor was very wet, and the moisture on the roof of the corridor condensed into water droplets from time to time, and then slid on the ground, making a series of light "ticks".

While taking us along, Senior Brother Zhuang turned around and said to me: "In ancient times, this road was the foot market in the ghost market. There was a well not far away, and that well was connected to the spiritual veins in our soul village."

The spiritual vein in the mouth of Senior Brother Zhuang is the spiritual spring underground in Jihunzhuang.

Not long after walking in the corridor, five forks appeared in front of us. I thought that Senior Brother Zhuang would choose one of them, but he came to the stone wall of the corridor and pressed the wall with his hand. He heard a "click", but nothing happened. After about a minute, Senior Brother Zhuang pressed the wall five times in a row. The wall suddenly fell into it, and an open secret door suddenly appeared in front of me.

Senior Brother Feng smiled at me, pointed to the five forks next to me, and said to me: "These five roads lead to the outside, and none of them can lead to the ghost market."

After we entered the Shimen one by one, Senior Brother Zhuang also turned around and said to me: "At the end of the Sui Dynasty, the Ghost Market was found once by those who were interested. At that time, the imperial court did not trust Jihun Village and sent troops to conquer the troops. It was from that time that the old Ghost Market was converted into a secret passage, and the new Ghost Market was on the cliff opposite the river."

I also wondered: "Since we are on the other side of the river, we will be walking on the suspension bridge soon, why are we still having such trouble?"

Senior Brother Feng patted my shoulder and said with a smile: "The suspension bridge is for the guests, and the people inside Jihun Village have to walk on the secret passage. This is the rule set by our ancestors. Besides, if we walk on the suspension bridge, the thick load may not be able to hold on."

I said to Liang Houzai in confusion: "Just walk on a suspension bridge, what can I hold on to? "

When I mentioned the word "suspension bridge", Liang Houzai's expression suddenly became very complicated, and his face was slightly pale.

It was from this time that I realized that Liang Houhua had a problem of fear of heights, including his fear of flying, and that he was also afraid of heights.

After following Senior Brother Zhuang for a while, I heard the sound of running water coming from not far away. Senior Brother Zhuang said, "It should be here." Then he came to the stone wall again and waved to me again: "You Dao, there is the front market."

When I came to Senior Brother Zhuang, I found that there was a piece of dark glass on this wall.

Senior Brother Zhuang said that this glass-like thing is called Maoyan Glazing, which looks like a thin piece, because it is embedded in the wall. In fact, the thickness of this glass stone is the same as that of the wall, at least about twenty meters thick.

On this side of the cat-eye glass, you can clearly see the scenery outside the wall, but people outside the wall cannot see it inside.

I came to Senior Brother Zhuang and through the glass stone, I could see a wide field at the end of the suspension bridge.

After the distortion of the glass stone, my vision became a little strange. The things I saw in my eyes were somewhat curved, and the glass stone had a hint of green color, so that what I saw seemed to be covered with a light green cloth.

I could see the ground of the site covered with irregularly shaped stone bricks, and occasionally weeds could be seen in the gaps between the bricks. In fact, I couldn’t tell whether the dark green things were moss or grass. Anyway, they were just a little green that grew along the gaps of the bricks.

At this time, I saw the people who had walked up the suspension bridge before. They observed the open space until one of them came to the corner of the venue and nodded to the others. Then I saw another person bringing some fabrics, wooden racks, and several people worked together to set up a small tent with dim color at a very fast speed. Then they hung a lantern on the roof.

The lantern was dark red, and the candlelight inside emitted a little yellow light. I saw two words written on the leather surface of the lantern with black brushes: "Too Yin".

Senior Brother Zhuang whispered to me, "This is their stall."

It was only then that I noticed that there were a few small stalls like this in the open space, which were chaoticly distributed in dark corners that were difficult to detect. However, not all stalls were such simple small tents. Occasionally, I could see one or two civil engineering houses.

Whether it is the top of the tent or the door beam of the earthen house, there is a dark red lantern hanging, and there are no three other words written on it: over Yin, please God, ghost child.

Senior Brother Zhuang said that the words on the lanterns are those business deals run by vendors. There is an unwritten rule in the front market. The more first the person comes, the more it is not appropriate to set up stalls in obvious places. On the surface, this is a kind of humility to latecomers. In fact, in the front market, the less eye-catching the stalls, the better the business.

After this open space in Qianshi, I was leaning against a mountain wall that was at least ten stories high. The mountain wall seemed to be cut, almost straight from the top to the bottom. If it weren't for the fact that it was covered with trees and weeds that grew obliquely, I would have suspected that this mountain wall was simply a wall built artificially.

A wooden house was built in the air on the mountain wall. Because the vision was distorted and the wooden house was far away, I couldn't tell the size of it or see it clearly. I only knew that it was an old house with a long time. There was a spiral hanging ladder directly under the house.

At this time, I saw a man walking along the stairs to the door of the wooden house. Someone opened the door from inside. Although he didn't see clearly, just seeing the wide-sleeved jacket with navy blue, I also knew that the person who opened the door was Uncle Liu from the Tunmeng lineage.

Uncle Liu seemed to have been chatting with that person for a while, and then invited him into the room.

At this time, Senior Brother Zhuang said to me: "There is a secret passage in that house that leads to the ghost market."

Leading to the ghost market?

I was very confused and pointed to the open space outside the Maoyan Glazed Glass and asked me Senior Brother Zhuang: "Isn't this a ghost market?"

Senior Brother Zhuang smiled and said, "It's also a ghost market, but it's the front market. To put it bluntly, it's just a storefront of the ghost market outside."

When I was standing in front of the glass stone and looking outside, Liang Houzai stood far away. He seemed to be not interested in the ghost market.

After about ten minutes, the stone wall on my left suddenly collapsed. No one touched it, but it collapsed by itself. I watched with my own eyes the big stone bricks above split into very small stones in an instant, and then a big hole two people tall appeared on the wall.

This sudden scene really shocked me, but Senior Brother Zhuang and Senior Brother Feng both looked calm and composed, as if they had expected such a thing to happen long ago.

Even Liang Houzai was unexpectedly calm. To be honest, when I found that the expression on Liang Houzai's face had almost no change, I suddenly felt a little inferior.

Could it be that I was too fussy or I was too timid?

While thinking about this, I looked at Liang Houzai in confusion.

It was not until Liang Houzai touched my eyes that he said to me: "My master brought me here once when he was a child."

After a while, he added: "Although I was too young when my master brought me here, I still have some impression of many things. If I remember correctly, someone should come to pick us up later. Be careful."

Be careful?
Chapter completed!