Chapter 342: Chang'an Ghost Market, High-Replica Brothel
Although the little white snake is not big in size, it is very fast and can crawl several feet in an instant. Ordinary people only see a flash of white light and think they are dazzled.
Li Daoxuan used the magic of shrinking the earth and followed closely behind it.
At this moment, the sun had already set and Chang'an City was under curfew. The Jinwu Guards were on patrol at night. When they saw Li Daoxuan, they shouted loudly and raised their bows and arrows, ready to fire a warning shot.
Li Daoxuan casually took out the golden medal with a coiled dragon pattern that the emperor had awarded him.
When the soldiers saw the gold medal, their faces changed immediately and they all knelt down to salute.
But when they looked up again, Li Daoxuan had disappeared again.
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After walking for about a quarter of an hour, Li Daoxuan found himself following the little white snake back to Xuandu Temple.
However, the little white snake did not enter the Xuandu Temple, but turned into a corner of Zhuque Street. After turning several turns, it actually arrived at an extremely secret entrance to a depression.
Seeing this scene, Li Daoxuan's heart moved.
Chang'an in the Tang Dynasty had a very strict market and curfew system. After the second watch at night, people were prohibited from going out, and the whole city seemed extremely quiet.
But there is one exception, and that is the Ghost Market.
It is said that there are many desperate criminals in the Chang'an Ghost Market, and they buy and sell things that are not allowed to be seen in public. Therefore, curfew time is actually the busiest time there.
However, the ghost market in Chang'an is extremely hidden, and it often changes its location, so even the government officials are unable to eliminate it.
Li Daoxuan looked at the depression with his divine eye, and sure enough, he saw that the area below suddenly opened up and there was a huge space with many passages. Inside, there were many people in cloaks, holding lanterns that glowed faintly, and looking at objects in front of the stalls.
Most of the items sold here are old items dug out from ancient tombs. Of course, there are also some fakes. Whether you can pick up a treasure depends entirely on your own vision.
The little white snake tracked here, but seemed to have lost the target. There was a strange kind of incense in the ghost market that was specially used to cover up the smell.
He put the white snake into his sleeve, smiled faintly, and said: "Well, today I will see the legendary Chang'an Ghost Market."
He took out a hat from the Three Realms Gourd and put it on to cover his face, then walked into the ghost market.
The visibility here is very weak, and there are rules that the lanterns held by visitors can only illuminate things, not people.
In addition, the lanterns are also specially made and there are people who are responsible for selling them. A lantern costs ten cents, which is several times more expensive than outside. Moreover, they are crudely made, the light is dim, and can only be used once at most.
From afar, countless lanterns flashing white light were floating around. No one walking in the ghost market dared to speak loudly, and some even only communicated with gestures. It did look a bit weird.
Li Daoxuan bought a lantern, entered the ghost market, and quietly looked at the passers-by around him.
His Taoism was so profound that he could see things in the dark without opening his third eye, and he could see the smallest details as clearly as in the daytime.
He was surprised to find that among the passers-by, there were actually some cultivators, but their cultivation was relatively low. The most powerful one had just entered the stage of Bigu, and most of them had only cultivated a few strands of magic power and were not even in the Bigu realm.
In addition, there should be some businessmen or scholars who like antiques, calligraphy and paintings.
At this moment, he suddenly saw a man in front of him. He was wearing a black hood, looking hurried, and there seemed to be many scars on his face!
A gleam of light flashed in Li Daoxuan's eyes, and he immediately remembered what the Empress said, that the most important characteristic of the man who lent Blind Lin his eyes was that his face was covered with scars!
However, he was cautious by nature and did not follow immediately. Instead, he made a hand seal and transformed himself into a small flying insect in an empty corner.
The Seventy-Two Transformations is not only a method of fighting, but also a wonderful tracking technique. Even if the opponent is in the Yang God realm, he may not be able to detect it.
Since the other party was able to give Blind Lin a pair of eyes at the Yang Shen realm, Li Daoxuan had reason to suspect that the other party was at least at the Yang Shen realm, so it would not be excessive to be careful.
The flying insect he turned into quietly followed the man three feet behind him, observing him quietly. The more he watched, the more suspicious he thought the man was.
This man seemed to ignore the goods in the stalls on both sides. His arms were bulging, as if he was hiding something. He lowered his head, and even if he didn't look at the road, he would not bump into any pedestrians.
After a while, he turned into an alley and knocked a few times on the dead end, three short and one long.
The next moment, the dead end opened automatically, as if there was a mechanism.
The man looked around and saw that no one was following him, so he walked in. However, he was unaware that there was a small flying insect next to him.
Li Daoxuan turned into a flying insect and followed in. Not long after walking, he saw a pavilion. He didn't know if it was an illusion, but he felt that this pavilion was a bit like Pingkangfang.
At this time he saw the plaque - Pingkangfang!
Li Daoxuan paused flapping his wings for a moment, and suddenly felt that his brain was not enough after turning into a flying insect.
What’s going on? A high-end imitation of an ancient brothel?
The man walked into the pavilion. Under the light, he revealed a face full of scars. He looked to be in his thirties or forties, with an aura of shrewdness.
As soon as he came in, the sisters in Pingkangfang heard the news and showed up one after another.
"Brother Long is back!"
"Brother Long, the sisters haven't eaten for many days!"
"Yes, there isn't even a single customer these days..."
Li Daoxuan almost vomited the flying insect he turned into. These women were really... hard to describe.
If the women in Pingkangfang were charming and attractive, then the women in this Pingkangfang were strange and weird, competing with each other to be ugly, which made Li Daoxuan deeply understand a saying, that is, the world is so big that there are all kinds of strange things.
I saw a woman with a strong build and through her gauze skirt, I could vaguely see her lush chest hair.
One of the women was light and weak, but she had an extremely obvious foul smell. Even from a distance, Li Daoxuan could smell the stench coming from her. If you didn't know, you would think she had pooped in her pants.
There was also a woman with an extremely rough voice, calling out "Brother", as if Zhang Fei were alive again.
It is hard to describe all these things in words, they can only be described as eye-catching.
Li Daoxuan thought to himself, with such a beauty, it would be strange if she could attract any customers!
wrong……
Li Daoxuan looked at these women and found that although they did not have demonic aura, they did have a faint spiritual fluctuation...
For a moment, he seemed to have thought of something and his eyes moved.
Interesting, it turns out that their true identities are those things, no wonder...
It seems that the man with the scar has the same background?
At this time, the man opened his hood, revealing what was hidden in his arms, which turned out to be books.
When he saw the name of the book, Li Daoxuan's face darkened.
"Thirty-six Moves of Dongxuanzi", "The Treasure Book of the Bedroom", "Three Thousand Lectures on Huangdi's Concubines"...
The man smiled and said, "Sisters, these are the most famous books in Chang'an, which record countless miraculous skills. With them, are you worried that your guests won't be fascinated by you?"
"During this period, I, Yulong, condescended to work as a servant in Pingkangfang, secretly learning from their experience. Now, I have returned after completing my studies!"
He raised his arms and shouted, "Is the reason why we have no customers in Pingkangfang because you are ugly?"
He looked at the girls' faces, coughed, and said, "Is it just because you are ugly?"
