Fengmen Village was very quiet at night. It was so quiet that one could hear the barking of dogs from the east of the village.
At midnight, outside the village where the trees were swaying, a loud shout suddenly sounded. The voice spread throughout the forest as the night gradually faded.
"The return of the ghost, the living avoid it, and the dead rest in peace. Excuse me, excuse me!”
"Clang!"
When the birds on the branches heard the sound, they immediately flapped their wings to find a quiet place.
In the next moment, a middle-aged Taoist priest wearing a yellow Taoist robe, holding a bell in his left hand and scattering round paper money in his right hand, followed by eight bouncing figures, slowly walked over.
Phew...
Suddenly, a gust of wind blew past, causing the paper money in the sky to become even more messy.
A black joss paper that was different from the other joss paper was thrown at the Taoist priest's face.
The Taoist priest shook his head, but he couldn't shake the paper money off. Then, he helplessly put the paper money bag on his waist and reached out to remove the paper money that was on his face.
Just as he was about to throw it away and continue on his way, he realized that there were a few big words written on the paper money.
At this moment, it was almost dawn, and the words on the Underworld Coin were still unclear. The middle-aged Taoist priest took out a lighter from his pocket and lit it up.
On the front of the Underworld Coin, the words " Yin Yang Inn " were written in the four directions.
On the other hand, he saw a few small words written on the back.
Yin Yang Inn, full service
Corpse-chasing, Corpse-fishing, Exorcism, Soul Summoning, Corpse-storing, Ghost Dormitory
Location: Fengmen Village
The middle-aged Daoist frowned and looked at the two sides of the paper repeatedly. His expression gradually changed, and in the end, he could not help but gasp.
"Yin Yang Inn?"
"Is there such an existence now?"
The middle-aged Daoist looked at the black Underworld Coin in disbelief.
He had only seen this ancient name in ancient books.
However, he had never seen the real Yin Yang Inn for many years because it had long been extinct!
At this moment, recalling the mystery of the Yin Yang Inn made Lin Jiu's expression change continuously, but he was also a little hesitant.
"Is this true?"
"Does the Yin Yang Inn really exist in this world?”
As an old corpse transporter and a descendant of Mao Mountain, Lin Jiu was very clear about the workings of this place.
In ancient times, the ancient trade was still popular. There were quite a number of people who chased and retrieved corpses, and thus the Yin Yang Inn was born.
In ancient times, the Yin Yang Inn was extremely mysterious, so most people did not know about it. Even if they did, they would keep their mouths shut.
In addition, the Yin Yang Inn only accepted business from the dead, not the living.
Therefore, there were very few ways to let people know. In the ancient records, the printing of Underworld coins was one of the few ways to let people know the address of the inn.
However, what puzzled Ninth Uncle was that it had been at least a few hundred years since his ancestor's generation, and there had been no Yin Yang Inn.
Everyone thought that this trade had been lost for a long time. They did not expect that there was actually one in Fengmen Village.
After all, the Yin Yang Inn was different from other businesses. It could be said that the conditions for opening the Yin Yang Inn were almost harsh.
Putting everything else aside, the person who opened the inn first had to have the ability to reverse Yin and Yang and be able to suppress any evil spirits.
Legend had it that in ancient times, those who could open the Yin Yang Inn were all experts who could step into the Yin and Yang worlds and communicate with the underworld!
This kind of expert's ability was beyond imagination. Otherwise, how could he open an inn and recruit people from all kinds of ancient industries such as corpse herders and corpse fishermen to stay in the inn? Otherwise, how could he suppress them?
One had to know that ancient existences like corpse transporter and corpse salvager were also experts with special abilities, but they had to be obedient when they arrived at the Yin Yang Inn!
There was even a rumor that when reapers came to the Yang Realm to capture ghosts, they would go to the Yin Yang Inn to rest when they were tired. In fact, they were going to visit the owner of the Yin Yang Inn who guarded the Yang Realm!
It was said that every Yin Yang Inn was a gateway to the Yin and Yang worlds…
Therefore, the inn was named after Yin Yang!
Therefore, the appearance of a Yin Yang Inn that had disappeared for hundreds of years in modern society shocked Lin Jiu.
He didn't expect that such a master would really exist in modern society.
Shaking his head, the middle-aged Daoist put the paper money into his pocket and kept it alone as he muttered.
"If this Yin Yang Inn is real, I'm afraid it's the only one in this world. I should pay a visit to Senior Yin Yang!”
In the ancient records, the corpse transporter was called the walking master, and the owner of the Yin Yang Inn was respectfully called-Mister Yin Yang!
Looking at the moon, the middle-aged Daoist nodded and muttered to himself.
"The sky will be bright in two hours. It's just nice to find a place to rest. Otherwise, my customers will go crazy!”
"The 'guest' that I brought out this time is not an ordinary guest!”
Lin Jiu looked at the corpses behind him with fear.
After walking for a while, these corpses realized that the eight characters of the eight corpses were conflicting with each other.
It could be said that if he was not careful, something bad would happen!
Therefore, Lin Jiu didn't dare to be negligent.
In addition, the corpse transporter usually moved at night, but the middle-aged Daoist gradually felt tired after walking for a few days.
At this time, the sky was about to brighten. Even if they wanted to hurry, they could not bring the corpses along. After all, the corpse chasing was carried out at night.
He decided that if he could find the Yin Yang Inn, he would stop and rest for a day before continuing his journey the next night.
"Those who can open the Yin Yang Inn are all experts!”Lin Jiu muttered, remembering what his master had said about the Yin Yang Inn.
In ancient times, the owner of the Yin Yang Inn was equivalent to a fifth-grade official who guarded the Path of Spirits, a high official in the Netherworld!
Even the messenger of death had to give him face and come in to sit. One could see his ability.
The reason why the Yin Yang Inn had not been seen for hundreds of years was because the experts had disappeared and Master Yin Yang had been lost. No one had the ability to do so.
"If it's really the Yin Yang Inn and there's really a Mister Yin Yang, I have to pay him a visit quickly!”
Lin Jiu smiled, then took out another stack of paper money and threw it into the air. After ringing the corpse chasing bell, he continued shouting.
"Yin spirits return, living beings retreat!"
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