The sky brightened and the sun appeared. Then every household opened their doors and walked out one by one, making the city more lively.
Song Yin and others cleaned the lobby, rested for an hour, and then walked out of the charity cemetery. At this time, the streets were also crowded with people.
In the county town, people doing business are still doing business, and people setting up stalls are still setting up stalls. It seems to be no different from an ordinary city.
Except that the night does not belong to them, the day is no different from that of ordinary people.
There was no sign of fear on their faces. After all, this was how they had lived since they could remember. Ghosts had always lived with them.
Song Yin and his companions were walking on the street and came across a porridge stall. They gave some money and sat down there.
The stall owner brought out a few bowls of porridge and plates of pickles and placed them on their small table.
"Boss, I have something to ask you." Song Yin suddenly said when he saw the sticky white porridge.
The stall owner glanced at the crowd, looking at the tall and elegant appearance of these people, and said politely: "I dare not call you the shopkeeper, I am just a stall owner, you can ask anything you want."
"Where does this food come from?" Song Yin pointed at the white porridge and asked.
"That's a strange question, customer. Of course, we buy them. We also grow some food ourselves," said the stall owner with a smile.
"Oh? But there are so many ghosts here, won't there be any trouble?" Song Yin asked.
The stall owner was stunned for a moment when he heard this, and said, "Ghosts are nothing. I have lived for more than 30 years without any trouble. If they really find me, it will be my bad luck."
Then he asked, "Are you from outside?"
Song Yin nodded: "Is it like this everywhere in Dayan?"
"I don't know. I've never been out of Guangping County in my life, but I heard from business people that it's pretty much the same everywhere."
The stall owner said, "If you are from outside, could you tell me what the situation is outside? If you can, I will treat you to breakfast today."
It is definitely worthwhile to get first-hand information. You can get some gossip as topics of conversation and attract many customers. They will listen to your stories and can order a bowl of white porridge or something. If you like it, you can even order a bowl of sesame porridge.
Song Yin was about to speak, but Zhang Feixuan laughed first and said, "We are also ignorant. We were wondering if it was different in different places, so we came to ask. You have business here, but there are zombie skeletons outside. How did they get here?"
The stall owner was surprised and said, "I've heard of the zombie skeletons outside. That's okay. Just follow the path. Didn't you come in here too?"
"That's right."
Zhang Feixuan nodded calmly and said, "Boss, we are new here, so we need to ask you some questions so that we can get to know you better."
He stretched out his sleeves, took out a tael of silver, and said, "Take care of the meal money. Bring all the delicious food here, and the extra will be given to you as a reward."
The stall owner's eyes lit up, and he hurriedly took the silver, his face as bright as a flower, "Don't worry, if the customer wants to know, I will tell him everything as long as I know it!"
A bowl of porridge and a plate of side dishes only cost two cents, and five people only cost ten cents. This two taels of silver was worth a thousand cents, which was almost half a month's income for him.
Zhang Feixuan was good at dealing with people. He looked noble, dressed gorgeously, and was generous. The stall owners just treated him as a noble man and were not curious about why they asked so many questions. They basically answered whatever they asked.
In the words of the stall owner, it’s all the same anyway.
The same is true for Guangping County.
Although there are hundreds of demons roaming at night, there is really nothing to worry about during the day. As long as you don't go far out to the wilderness, you are basically safe.
They have a special road for walking. If you walk on this road during the day, there is a high probability that nothing will happen. If something happens, it is pure bad luck. There are very few such people, and the probability of being robbed or taken away and eaten by wild beasts is almost the same.
The stall owners themselves have been to nearby villages and were kind enough to mark the locations.
As for zombie skeletons, he had never encountered them. The vendors who came here were also accompanied by burly guards, each holding a weapon, so it would not be too difficult for them to deal with a zombie skeleton.
"What if we don't want to follow the road?" Song Yin asked at this time.
"Then we have to ask the immortal for help." The stall owner said, "If you ask the immortal for help, he will subdue the demons and monsters along the way and ensure that you are safe."
"Great Immortal?!"
Song Yin was stunned and asked excitedly: "Is it the cultivator who helped you? Could it be a righteous one?"
There is a right way!
Could it be that what I just said has come true now
No wonder!
Why are there so many ghosts running rampant here, but mortals are doing just fine? Even though there is a lot of resentment, as long as there is the protection of righteousness, then they can naturally live in peace.
As for why they don’t get rid of the ghosts.
The righteous path is declining.
Song Yin knew this. Their Jinxian Sect also had a hard time getting to Daqian from the mountain.
Moreover, he has to do this on his own. If his master had not discovered him, the Golden Immortal Sect would still be dormant in the Sumeru Meridian.
Only because I have the talent of a great immortal can I do such a thing.
Otherwise, why would my master often shed tears after taking me in
Isn't it because he has the potential to be a great immortal that people feel relieved and think that the Golden Immortal Sect can be saved and can save the world.
People in other righteous ways, perhaps those who do not have the same qualifications as himself, are still struggling.
But it doesn’t matter!
Song Yin has no discrimination at all, nor does he feel that those who follow the righteous path are suffering.
They are all the same people, but on the contrary, they are not in remote areas, but are fighting against evil and defending justice in Dayan, which makes people admire them even more.
The master is dormant, while they just do the work.
All fascinating.
Song Yin naturally wanted to communicate more with them.
"The right way? I don't know." The stall owner looked puzzled.
In that case, it's not that they don't know the right path, but that they don't even know the concept of the right path.
"You have to ask the county magistrate about this. The county magistrate knows."
"Trouble!" Song Yin bowed and quickly finished his breakfast.
"Junior brothers and sisters, after dinner, follow me to the county government office!"
His excitement made others suffer.
Zhang Feixuan's face looked bitter, Wang Qi was gritting his teeth, and Gao Sixu lowered his head and said nothing, with a look of silence on his face.
What great immortal are you talking about at this time
Wouldn’t this cause misunderstanding among senior brothers
What is subduing demons and monsters? There is no such thing as a monk who can subdue demons and monsters. They all have other thoughts in their minds.
But the senior brother was so excited, how could they dare to say anything? They couldn't dampen his enthusiasm.
After breakfast, they walked on the street again. Looking at the passers-by, Zhang Feixuan shook his head: "Everyone has his own way of survival."
After all, this is a place ruled by the "righteous path", it is impossible for it to be as rampant as the evil path. Even the former vocal and silent sects were orderly, and so is this place.
Although the Night Parade of a Hundred Ghosts is scary, even without the presence of his senior brother, the ghosts Zhang Feixuan saw did not seem to be particularly ferocious ghosts, but just ordinary ghosts.
As for the immortal, they are now heading to the county government office. To be more precise, the senior brother is extremely impatient, he wants to find the county magistrate and ask who the immortal is.