"My master told me about the ghost market. He said that you can buy certain things there. For example, you can buy life expectancy in the world of the living in exchange for a child's virginity. You can also use it as an intermediary to see your deceased relatives, etc. Of course, there were also people who said that they could use that place to place orders for revenge and so on. I still don't know if the last one was true or not because I haven't tried it before and probably won't try it in the future. It's called a trade, but it's actually an exchange of things. For example, the exchange of life for life that I mentioned is all counted in this concept. I've written stories about the materialization of souls before. It's scientific. It's just a process of stimulating a person's eyes and seeing the soul magnetic field through illusions. What you see in the ghost market might be the original body of a person's family. It sounds mysterious, but it can be explained by the natural Tao and magic.
No matter who told you something, you had to prove it yourself before you could truly believe it. Without experiencing it, you would never be able to truly understand the mysteries within. Back then, when I wanted to change my father's lifespan, I wanted to go to the ghost market to look for him. However, after contacting my master, I found out that the ghost market had a time limit and location. I was afraid that my father could not afford to delay and could only give up. In the end, I chose to change with the underworld. This was fast and direct. I always told others that I believed in miracles, but in fact, I felt a little guilty when I said it because I was confident in certain things. I would say that I believed in miracles. If I had not really seen it, I really would not dare to say that I was down-to-earth.
The first time I went to the ghost market, I was also scared out of my wits. I needed my master's guidance to go, but my master was already old and there was no possibility of him going with me. He gave me a number and told me to call a friend in Beijing and go to the index. Of course, he wouldn't go with me either. I had to experience it myself. All he had to do was tell me what to do and then give me the index. The index was just a fake road sign. In fact, I had experienced all of this before, so I knew that it was unnecessary. I could lead the way to the underworld, but I still went according to the rules for the first time. Later, when I saw my master a few years ago, I asked him why he didn't directly tell me that the underworld could introduce him. My master poked my chest a few times with his finger and said,"You're a physical body, but you're not him. You have to experience it for the first time. This 'him' has troubled me for a few years. Now I know. I'm him, and he might not be me. I'll explain later."
I contacted an old man in Beijing over the phone. He was younger than my master by more than ten years and was in his sixties. My master's friend, whose surname was Yu, was old and bald when I first met him. I called him Yu Lao You. Indeed, he also mingled in Beijing's antique street, but he was unknown. The only visible strength was his pair of poisonous eyes that looked at Feng Shui ornaments. Therefore, in his circle of friends, his nickname was also Old Rich Eye. All the Feng Shui he had seen were not profitable companies. But now that I'm getting older, my temper is getting weirder. Other than being sober when drinking, he's also muddle-headed. At first, I also thought that he had early-stage Alzheimer's disease, but later on, I observed that he might be faking it. He pretended to be stupid and avoided people who came looking for him because everyone wanted to be rich. My master also reminded me that if I knew too much, I couldn't say it. I had to learn to forget some things, so my memory was terrible. Sigh, you know. I will write about Old Yu in the future.
I met Old Yu in Beijing. I won't tell you how I got there in detail. I remember that it was his grandson who picked me up at that time. He was seven or eight years younger than me. He drove a Range Rover. I thought it was quite domineering, but his grandson was more peaceful. After picking me up, he left. I once thought that I would drive a Range Rover in three to five years. In the end, it didn't come true. This was a complaint, but it wasn't too much. You guys automatically blocked it.
I arrived in the afternoon. Old Yu received me in his small house in Dongsi Liutiao. The moment I met him, he was drunk and drank a large bowl of coarse tea. I smiled and thought to myself that he was so careless.
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