Chapter 48: Gold Mountain is no match for

The reason I felt so amused and angry was because the old woman had actually “scared” me.

Ghosts are after all things of the yin, because they need to stay in dark places for a long time, so all ghosts are a bit eccentric, and it is indeed reasonable for them to make bad moves if they don’t agree. However, this old lady is a bit too “cute,” and the way she is now showing me her green face, fangs, and bloodshot eyes is almost childish.

I can’t help but feel a sense of disgust towards it because it is a ghost that can freely “take on a human form,” which shows that it is not a low-level ghost. However, it only wanted to scare me, so this old lady ghost can indeed be considered a kind ghost.

However, if it were to act in a mischievous manner in front of an ordinary person, with a weak psychological tolerance, it would probably drive them crazy. This is also what I find annoying.

I rubbed my head in pain and said to the old lady, “Can’t you be a little kinder? This level is not good enough for a horror movie!”

“Ah? What level do you think a horror film should be at?” the old lady asked, quite surprised.

“This…” I thought for a while, then said, “This has to be combined with the so-called atmosphere, sound effects, and then suddenly come out to scare people!

“Sound? Is that the kind of thing that plays loudly in the street and scares the hell out of me? Hey, I died a long time ago, and my descendants don’t know me very well, so there’s no way I can have a dream and ask them to burn one for me. Even if I did, if it wasn’t made by a Taoist who knows how to draw talismans, it would be like burning waste paper and doing something that harms the environment.” The old lady returned to her original appearance, and she was actually a very kind old lady.

I couldn’t help but smile. I said, “I’ll make you a paper money doll to burn for you some other day. I learned the art of paper money making from my master when I was young. It’s much simpler than making a paper doll. What do you think?”

“Is that all you have to offer to get rid of me? No, no! I haven’t even been buried yet, and I can’t accept your audio equipment. You have to change it!” The old lady waved her hand and said.

This is a problem. A ghost who has not been buried cannot receive anything practical, so I said, “How about I find someone to help you cross over?”

The old lady showed a hint of hesitation, and finally sighed and said, “Forget it. People live for a lifetime, and inevitably die. Ghosts seeking reincarnation are also equivalent to death. In the next life, they can’t remember anything, and it’s not me. For me, it’s no different from being scattered to the wind one day. It’s just that in the next life, I’ll have to enjoy a lifetime of fortune and wealth. It’s meaningless. You go take care of my children and grandchildren. That’s the condition of the deal with me.”

The so-called “soul dispersal” refers to the pure soul power returning to the heavens, erasing the traces of your existence, your memories! The difference between reincarnation and transmigration is that reincarnation is a process of constantly accumulating good and evil, and in the end, there is a chance to remember everything and transcend reincarnation.

The soul is scattered and there is no chance.

But I didn’t expect this old lady to be so obsessed with this life, and instead she saw reincarnation as being the same as being scattered to the four winds. I couldn’t persuade her of this personal state of mind, so I just remained silent for a moment and said, “You know this is a transaction, so this care is too general. You should make this care more specific.”

Yes, dealing with ghosts is against the natural order of things. If you force a deal, it’s like signing a contract with an unknown but powerful force, and you can’t go back on it. If you don’t make it clear, I’m afraid I’ll have to take care of it for a lifetime.

“You’re quite clever, little girl! I don’t ask for much, just that their lives be smooth, that they be especially wealthy when they should be, and that they only get minor illnesses when they should be getting sick. Not going against fate, just adding to it. This can be strengthened by feng shui, right?” The old lady is a ghost who has long been in contact with Taoist priests, and she knows these things well. She is also afraid of going against fate, which would cause too much harm.

“Well, old lady, what do you think? If you give me the addresses of your descendants, I’ll go to their homes and set up a feng shui bureau for them. Of course, they’ll be baffled, so would you try to pick a descendant you know well to send a dream to them?” I asked carefully. After all, this old lady still has some supernatural powers, so sending a dream should be possible.

I can’t let others handle the deal with the ghosts. The feng shui of the house is still under my control, so of course it would be better to have a real master do it.

“That’s fine. The effect of the feng shui bureau for the home is pretty good. I don’t think a little kid like you would dare lie to me, so that’s it!” With that, the old lady disappeared. After a while, the man in the plain robe stood up with his eyes rolling back in his head.

In the old lady’s tone, she said to me, “There is a pen and paper in the drawer. Bring it.”

I quickly took out a pen and paper from the drawer. After complaining that it wasn’t a brush, the old lady wrote on the paper in a crooked manner, praising herself for being smart and being able to use this “round pig pen” after attending several ghost markets.

Then she said, puzzled, that it didn’t make sense to see any connection with pigs, and it was even rounder than a pig.

I was so embarrassed that I didn’t laugh. Although ghosts can walk on the earth, they are mostly hiding. In fact, they don’t have many opportunities to understand the world. This old lady is quite cute.

Finally, she finished writing and read out what she had written for me, then put down the pen and said, “It’s so lonely, I talk too much. You little girl has a good temper, and you’ve chatted with me for so many days. Those evil Taoist priests, if they don’t get what they want, they’ll chase me away. I also came to the ghost market to chat.”

As she said this, the old lady walked away, manipulating the body of the man in the plain robe. Looking at her back, I could understand that it is not easy to be a human being for a lifetime. It is really not good to damage one’s virtue. Isn’t it good to accumulate good deeds for life after life?

I looked at the paper, which was written in great detail. I folded the paper and walked straight out of the thatched hut. According to the rules, once you leave the hut, you can’t go back in. In any case, the most urgent transaction I needed was completed.

I looked at the time and realized that we would be leaving the ghost market in about twenty minutes. I wandered around, not knowing where my brother had gone. I wondered if he had gone to make a deal with a ghost, but I wasn’t in a hurry.

Perhaps because I had a chance to talk with the old lady, I realized that it is not easy to be a human being, and that being human is a blessing. The things sold in those thatched huts don’t seem so attractive to me now.

For the rest of my life, I only seek a complete state of mind. External things are really just like floating clouds.

Metaphysics is a distant goal. If one’s state of mind is not content, metaphysics is also an illusion, because I firmly believe that material existence will eventually decay, and the spirit is the higher purpose that will always exist, just like the spirit, thoughts, and state of mind… Perhaps, metaphysics refers to the metaphysics of the state of mind. Cultivating the body is just to gain more time to complete the state of mind in this life.

Thinking of this, I rolled my tongue. This realization is so rebellious. After all, becoming a Daoist immortal is the ultimate goal of Daoists.

I was turning around unconsciously. Since there was nothing in this ghost market that attracted me, I was bored. I even stretched out a little, which earned me a few strange looks. I guess I was the only one who was bored enough to stretch out here. Everyone else was too busy trading.

I felt a little embarrassed. My master once said that it was meaningless to be a person who was independent and aloof, and that I should not pretend to be a maverick, but rather blend in with the public. So I quickly restrained my movements and looked around, but I saw the “room in the room.”

I was bored anyway, so I walked over. As soon as I got there, one of the black-clad men standing guard at the door came over. He asked, “Are you going to trade in?”

“Going in to trade? Is that another payment?” I asked casually.

“You need to pay another 10,000 yuan to enter and trade.” The black-clad man said indifferently.

“What, 10,000? Is there a gold mountain inside?” I was simply ‘horrified’.

“A gold mountain is no match! Because the ‘friends’ who can enter are at least 300 years old, and there are also immortal beings with great magical powers. What do you think?” The black-clad man’s attitude was quite good. I guess I wasn’t the first person to ask a question, and he didn’t treat me like a bumpkin.

What? Over 300 years old?

300 years old, Master, Ming Dynasty, Kunlun… All of a sudden, my mind was like a bomb that had been lit, and it was in a mess.