Chapter 43 Plant Spiritual Roots and Enjoy Freedom, Break Free From the Cage and Return to Freedom!

One day later.

Early morning.

The sound of Duang~Duang~ resounded throughout Lingzhuang.

Ning Zheng woke up from her sleep.

Have the blacksmiths gone down the mountain?

After listening carefully, she found that it was the sound of gongs and drums outside, which was very lively, and some people were setting off firecrackers.

Yes, there were firecrackers.

For hundreds of years, people have maintained their behaviors and daily lives before they died, and can also farm, raise pigs, and weave. So they are not allowed to make firecrackers?

"It's the New Year, it's the New Year!"

Early in the morning, Ning Jiaojiao knocked on the door, "Aunt Li next door told me that the New Year market is open, let's go to the New Year market to play."

Ning Zheng was in a trance for a while.

I am one year older after coming to this world.

The group of blacksmiths came more than a week ago, and they were a group of fierce and resolute people. They killed the crows as soon as they came, and now they are just celebrating an auspicious year.

These days, I have been exhausted by the blacksmiths!

Fortunately, today is a day off, so I can enjoy myself and relax.

After thinking for a while, Ning Zheng nodded, dressed and washed, "Let's go, we'll go to the New Year's Market, and have fun today."

Ning Jiao Jiao is a ground-bound spirit, and she can't walk far with her roots.

But the New Year's Market is in the next village, and Ning Jiao Jiao can also go there.

"Jiao Jiao, let's go out."

After he finished speaking, Ning Zheng looked at his luck today.

The luck value of 500 suddenly increased to 527, and Ning Jiao Jiao's luck value of 105 directly increased to an exaggerated level of 251.

"It's a good start to the New Year, a good omen!"

Ning Zheng understood that there was no danger in this trip to the New Year's Market, but there was some kind of opportunity.

I don't know which elder is so polite?

He has 500 luck, and it is normal for him to have all kinds of small luck.

A few years ago, he successfully picked up a bargain for the first time in the ghost market and got the basic cultivation method, which allowed him to enter the door of cultivation.

To outsiders, it was a mighty night parade of hundreds of ghosts! Ghost soldiers passing through the border!

Travelers passing through the mountains and encountering them are in danger of death!

But Ning Zheng is different. He has been living among the elders and pretending to be dead for a long time, which makes him very fond of the ghost market.

In danger of death?

I am lucky. As long as I am not dead, I am safe.

On the contrary, I think that although the elders and villagers look fierce, they are lucky and cute, and they have saved up this 200,000 start-up capital for me.

Pack up the bag, carry the bronze sword, and call Ning Jiaojiao to go out.

There are more people in the village than usual, coming and going.

Carrying large and small bags, it seems that they are also preparing to go to the market and join in the fun.

Perhaps it was extremely terrifying in the eyes of outsiders, with tongues twisted, eyes bursting, and heads falling off from horror movie perspectives, but Ning Zheng was used to it.

"Aunt Li, go buy some dried earthworms."

Ning Zheng greeted and walked all the way over.

The mountain road was easy to walk on.

Ning Zheng and Ning Jiaojiao were free to look at the scenery, and they walked to the New Year Market.

When they came to the street, there were shops on both sides, and the surroundings were bustling.

The ground was full of stalls.

Many people wore ethnic minority costumes, some men and women had cultivation, and had golden rice braids, and occasionally there were people dancing lions and singing folk songs.

Ning Jiaojiao was very happy, and she bought things everywhere with the magic money. After all, the common people rarely used the magic money, but it was not that they would not accept it.

Live pigs, chickens, and ducks were also calling in the cages.

"Tanghulu, big and sweet Tanghulu."

"Would you like to try our rice flower wine? It's made from our daughter's rice flower, and the spiritual rice is full."

"Fortune telling, choose an auspicious day..."

...

The surrounding noises are very lively.

As for what they sell?

It looks beautiful, but it's blinded by ghosts.

The monks covered their eyes with spiritual energy, and they knew what their Tanghulu and pancakes were.

Of course, a small number of products are real.

For example, clay pots and cloth, people really follow their daily life before death, produce these, and sell them.

But the dead items that are stained with Yin Qi are not good for the body.

"I want to buy a chicken." Ning Jiaojiao said.

"Go if you want to buy it, remember to exchange the magic money for silver." Ning Zheng followed behind and echoed casually, one magic money can be exchanged for a lot of silver, and the purchasing power is very high.

When we took those pigs, chickens and ducks back home, we found that they were ghosts just like the villagers, just empty bubbles, a gust of negative energy, and they were livestock that died with the villagers.

The earth-bound spirits of chickens, ducks and pigs that lived for a hundred years would dissipate on their own if they were far away.

Ning Zheng didn't eat them.

Ning Jiao Jiao ate them with relish, she thought she was alive, and the pigs also thought they were alive... They could actually be eaten!

But it was just a gust of air after all.

There was no nutrition, just the desire for food.

As ghosts, they still had to eat living things, the kind with flesh and blood, this was instinct, so they would harm living people.

Don't think Ning Zheng greeted the elders and fellow villagers and got along well with them. That's because they are old acquaintances. If other people accidentally enter this ghost market, it will be interesting, and there are murderous intentions everywhere!

It is very easy to anger them.

For example, if you buy a pig, you have to pay yourself to him.

If you don't agree, he will stuff your entire flesh and blood into the pig's cavities, turn the pig into a real pig, take it home, and kill it for meat.

But Ning Zheng has not seen many people accidentally enter in all these years.

The only few were slave blacksmiths on the mountain who offended the old steward and were thrown down the mountain. They thought they were free and happily went shopping everywhere, but they were stuffed into the pigs and taken away by the pig seller.

As for why Ning Zheng didn't save the other party?

He was bullied on the mountain, and he was not the kind of fool who repays kindness with enmity.

It's so dangerous here. If you save an enemy and bring him with you, what if he gets himself in trouble or deliberately cheats himself?

Besides, you can't even eat enough by fishing, so why bring a burden?

It’s better to be the only living person in Lingzhuang.

“Let’s go and take a look over there.” Ning Jiaojiao bought a beautiful hairpin at the stall, stood up and went to another stall.

...

On Zhujian Villa.

“Look, fireworks!”

In front of the blacksmith shop, several blacksmiths’ eyes lit up.

They noticed that the mountain was getting more and more lively and festive, maybe it was going to be a festival. Looking at this situation, it was really going to be the New Year.

The main point is a festive one!

"The market has started, we don't have time anymore!"

In the open space, Su Yu Niang said to everyone: "Everyone has been studying for a few days, and I believe that all the top students have some extraordinary insights. Today we will understand our true heart, open three flowers, and change to a hidden profession, the enchanter!"

"Others are setting off fireworks at the foot of the mountain, and we are opening three flowers above our heads!"

"I'm dazzled, and I have already reserved a stall quota for the market at the foot of the mountain. Other blacksmiths who want to set up stalls on the street to do business, follow me!"

"Don't be afraid of death. After death, it's just right to log in again and choose a new race, the human race!"

...

Very soon.

The first batch of more than 30 gold boys and gold loli sat cross-legged with their eyes slightly closed.

In a calm and peaceful state, they began to plant spiritual roots, open the bridge between heaven and earth, and feel the spiritual energy, wanting to become a cultivator.

Boom! !

In less than a moment, the heaven and earth were connected, and huge information from heaven and earth began to flow into the three windows of the brain.

They could only grit their teeth and stick to their original intentions.

The ancient turbid air in the air, carrying a large amount of remnants of the world, poured into their minds, and began to make them crazy and lose their will.

"Hahaha, so that's it, so that's it!"

Someone shouted, and a delicate and ethereal flower bloomed on his head, followed by the second ethereal flower.

When the third flower bloomed, the whole person's head was melting rapidly, revealing a kind and comfortable smile, as if possessed by something, and the old voice became low and crazy:

"The head is the shackles of will."

"Reason is the cage of the prisoner's spirit, and madness can get the freedom of nature!!"

He raised his head and let out a hoarse roar, which resounded throughout the villa, as if he wanted to vent all the accumulated madness in this way.

"Master Dao, I understand! I am free!"

Crash.

The whole person softened, and his head bloomed like a rose. He stood up and walked forward madly for several steps, then fell to the ground and died.

Next to him, another person sat cross-legged, with strands of heaven and earth energy pouring into the three flowers on his head. The three natal flowers of essence, energy and spirit were about to condense on his head.

The first flower was formed,

The second flower was formed...

The third flower suddenly collapsed, petals fell one by one, and the withered flame burned!

This blacksmith seemed to be possessed by something at this moment, making people feel the temperament of a down-and-out ancient scholar.

"Hahaha, I, Fan Zhijin, have studied for thirty years, and it has finally opened. The immortal gate has finally opened!!"

"Plant spiritual roots and enjoy freedom, break free from the head cage and return to freedom!!"

He turned into a scholar with a distorted face, laughed loudly, and suddenly tore his head open. He fell to the ground and died. Before he died, he was still muttering, "Head cage~!! Head cage!!~"

Several people next to him were silently recording, their brows furrowed deeper and deeper:

"They don't know who they are... Three flowers bloomed, and they don't know that I am me."

Unexpectedly, the first step into the immortal gate in this world is more bizarre and dangerous than imagined.

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