Spirit Hunters of Maoshan Sect

Ye Shaoyang packed up a few things, then took the pony out, took a taxi to Nangu Street, got off the street and walked in.

This is an old street, there are all the shops selling along the street, the flow of people is also OK, Ye Shaoyang walks and measures the feng shui of the street, all the way to the end of the street, blocked by a wall, turned around, probably because it is a dead end For the sake of this, almost no one has come here, it is very deserted, the surrounding facades are closed, and the store signs are mottled.

On the corner of the street, a small building made of drilled walls looks worn and not eye-catching. Several windows are blocked by bricks and stones. On the first floor, the door is wide open, and an antique plaque hangs on the door, saying " "Yangrentang" three large brush characters.

"That's it," the pony grinned. "It's still a temple, obviously a ghost hall."

Ye Shaoyang glanced at him and said: "After entering, know how to do it?"

"Know, take the toilet, and observe the terrain by the way."

Ye Shaoyang nodded, stepped into the store, and looked at it in the past. The store was not big. It was similar to the traditional Chinese medicine shop: there was a row of medicine cabinets against the wall, and the counter was on the left side. The left side of the room was on the second floor. Rotating the stairs, the right side is a curtain.

After Ye Shaoyang entered the door, he immediately noticed a hint of ghosts, then sinking on his shoulders, feeling something smashed up, but tried not to look at it, feeling that the "thing" sniffed on his neck for a while, then jumped to On the ground, drill to the back of the counter.

Before it went in, Ye Shaoyang squinted with the corner of his eye. It was a little devil who was only so high in his leg. He was so green that he was shocked: the Chinese medicine shop actually used the kid to look at the door, and it was obviously a precautionary mage. When I came, I couldn’t help but be thankful that it was wise to use my leaves to get rid of my body, to get rid of a spell, and to converge after entering the door.

This little devil did not find himself a mage, so he ran back.

Ye Shaoyang came to the front of the counter and looked into the inside. A man with a goatee was so thin that he was skinny, sleepy on the boss's chair, his head on one side, seemingly asleep, holding in his arms. An old-fashioned tape recorder is playing the storytelling book "Yue Fei Chuan", which looks a bit like a fairy.

Ye Shaoyang smiled coldly and knocked on the table, shouting in an eager tone: "Hey, old gentleman, wake up!"

After a few more calls, the old man opened his eyes, a pair of muddy scorpions, looked up and down Ye Shaoyang.

"Sir, I am taking medicine." Ye Shaoyang politely smiled, thinking that I will let you install, one day, I will shoot you an old zombie!

The old man looked at him with some surprise, and he said: "What medicine?"

"Is there... Crystal Blue?"

The old man snorted, "going to the throat?"

Ye Shaoyang's eyes brightened and nodded again and again. "The old gentleman knows that I have a relative who has diphtheria. It is not good to eat a good medicine. Some doctors have a prescription, saying that there is a kind of Chinese medicine called Crystal Blue, but I run. I couldn’t find it all over the city. I’m going to take it here today and try my luck...”

The suspicion in the old man’s eyes disappeared and he shook his head. “The crystal orchid is only in the shade of the mountains. It is rarer than the snow lotus. I have a place in this small shop. Don’t waste your time, go to the field to buy it.”

“Mr. Xie Lao reminded.” Ye Shaoyang sighed heavily and found a prescription written in advance. He handed it over and said: “That’s the first time to ask the old man to catch these medicines and save them.”

The old man unfolded the prescription and saw that it was written: Scrophulariaceae, Radix, Radix Sophora, Honeysuckle, Forsythia... This is indeed the prescription for treating diphtheria, and the last trace of doubt in the heart disappeared. He got up and went to the medicine cabinet to take medicine.

"Oh, there is no toilet!" The pony screamed.

Ye Shaoyang looked back at him and said, "Go out and find it!"

"It’s too late, I have a diarrhea!" The little pony looked around in pain. "Old gentleman, the toilet is behind, I borrow it!"

"The toilet is not open to the public." The old man turned back and wanted to stop. The pony had already plunged into the curtain behind him. The old man had to give up and continue to take medicine.

After waiting for a while, the medicine was caught, and the pony came out. He grinned at the old man and thanked him. He went out with Ye Shaoyang.

"This..." Pony just said a word.

Ye Shaoyang immediately gave him a wink and sighed, saying: "I have to look elsewhere."

The pony will know, no longer speak.

The two men walked out of the street in one breath, and Ye Shaoyang breathed a sigh of relief and stood on the side of the road, secretly snoring: "The real name of Hu is coming out, looking for an old ghost to watch the door!"

"Ghost?" The pony stunned. "You said the old man? No!"

"It's a ghost corpse, and of course it doesn't look good."

The pony took a deep breath and recalled the old man's behavior. There seemed to be no abnormality. He said, "No, how can the ghosts understand the prescription?"

"This is nothing special. It may be a Chinese medicine practitioner before birth." Ye Shaoyang said.

The pony thought for a moment and wondered: "Why don't you want to find a ghost to sit down in the church? And look at the old man who speaks clearly, and his hands and feet are also very good. Is it different from the ghosts we saw before?"

"It's not that you want to find a ghost, but the place is too strong. If you live there for a long time, you will die."

"He is free to move because there is an inexhaustible ghost in the store for him to absorb and cultivate. Of course, it is very moist. This old ghost is a corpse level." Ye Shaoyang shook his head and sighed. "See the corpse." And the soul can't catch it, it feels so good."

The pony was shocked: "Where is the ghost coming again?"

"There are two in the counter. I just didn't let you talk, just because when we went out, they stared behind."

"The trough, that place is a ghost nest!" Xiaoma said with emotion.

"Almost," Ye Shaoyang glanced at the corner of the street and said: "This street was built according to the rules of Feng Shui. The small building is on the eye of the yin. The yin is heavy. They chose this place as the old nest. It’s just to look at this point. Right, what's the situation behind the curtain?”

"An aisle, three meters long, the opposite is the medicinal material warehouse, the door is not locked, I pretended to look for the toilet to push the door into it, a house is all herbs, the room is not small, there are ... half the classroom."

Ye Shaoyang glanced at him. "Ghosts know how big the classroom is, and say something specific."

The pony scratched his head and said, "Twenty flats, do you ask so clearly?"

"Crap, I have to calculate if there is a darkroom. What about the toilet?"