Speciesism is not Allowed

Mid-Yuan Festival, also known as Ghost Festival. On this day, people missed their loved ones and burned the paper ingots for them to pass on their feelings of miss. On the night of the 12th to 15th day of the lunar calendar, someone will light a joss stick on a lonely trail and draw a circle with lime to burn paper money for loved ones.

Worried that the lone ghost and wild ghosts snatched the things they burned to their loved ones, and people would burn some paper money at will, which is a favor. Therefore, at this time, it is also a good day for the homeless ghosts, because they are not worshipped by the incense, they can also just have money to spend.

A ghost with a strong body and fast eyes can always grab the most to please the money. Those who are in bad health can only make up for luck. Whoever catches up burns paper and picks up a little money to spend.

Wang Erma was a otaku during his lifetime. After growing up in an orphanage, he relied on the Internet to live as a sailor. He usually eats and buys food through take-out online shopping. He rarely goes out except to throw garbage. At the moment before his death, he thought that he had lived for nearly thirty years without even touching the paper of his sister's paper.

The rebirth date was less than that, and no one sacrificed him, so it was not easy to wait until the Chinese New Year, when the gate of the ghost was wide open, his arms and legs were thin, and he couldn't win other ghosts. After being photographed on the wall countless times by other ghosts, he has given up his plan to "please money".

He did not exercise before his death, and he was full of ghosts after his death. Wang Erma was very disappointed with himself during his lifetime. At that time, if he knew how to exercise, how could he be reduced to this ghost?

After drifting dozens of meters away, he saw an old man burning paper money in the corner. After the paper money was burned, it appeared in the hands of a few ghosts nearby. He sighed and turned his head in the other direction.

Dogs were abused by couples during his lifetime, and he was abused by ghosts after his death.

A young man came across the street and wore ordinary long-sleeved shirts and jeans. Wang Erma was a little envious and looked so good, he must be a winner.

"I'll be right back, and I'll be there in five minutes." Fu Li and Yan Peng made an appointment to go out to eat beef noodles. Who knew that Zhuang Qing suddenly notified him that he had to work overnight tonight and he had to rush back.

Crossing the zebra crossing, Fu Lijian saw a thin, dry young man with glasses staring at himself next to him, so he stopped and took out a few yellow papers on his body, turning them into ingots, in front of the young man After the incineration, they hurried to the management department.

Wang Erma was holding a few ingots in his hand and looked at the handsome man in a hurry, with a stunned expression. Did the person just saw him and burned it to him?

"I didn't see the foolish idiot in front of me. I thought I had a few ingots and held it in my hand. Is it rich?"

Wang Erma looked back and saw a few ghosts pointing at him not far away, and he was busy holding Yuanbao up.

Money is not innocent, wealth is not.

Fu Li rushed to the management department, and no other colleagues were there. Only the door of Zhuang Qing's office was still on. He knocked on the door of Zhuang Qing's office: "Tonight we two work overtime?"

"Tonight the ghost festival opens, and many demon repairs and people repairs will also go for fun. Now we attach great importance to food safety and product quality safety. The place where the ghost market is held is in the world. If something goes wrong, our management department will take responsibility." Zhuang Qing stood up and took care of her blazer. "Tough work tonight, go with me to take charge of security issues."

"Okay, okay." Fu Li agreed without thinking. "Then I leave now?"

"What's the matter, the gate of the ghost market only opens." Zhuang Qing pointed to the chair across from him, "Sit down first, and I'll tell you some common sense in the realm of cultivation."

Seeing Zhuang Qing's solemn look, Fu Li sat down obediently, although his heart flew to the ghost market long ago.

"The current demon world is very different from thousands of years ago, and genius and divine treasure are even rarer ..." Zhuang Qing and Fu Li talked about the current level of demon world cultivation, the preciousness of elixir, and the ethnicity The relationship and contradiction between them emphasizes how rare and important those things are in Fu Li.

Having lived in the human world for a few months, Fu Li already knew that all the practitioners in the realm of cultivation had to live well, but did not expect it to be so miserable.

In the past, he used to be a snack and a panacea. It is now a rare thing, and his reiki is far less than before. The medicinal materials are based on artificial races. How can these planted plants be compared to the elixir that absorbs the essence of heaven and earth?

The inheritance of the cultivation method is broken, the elixir is lost, the human race is booming, the aura between the heavens and the earth is gradually disappearing, and the demon world is almost living in the cracks. It's no wonder that most of the current demon repairs are not high. It turns out that it is not that they are not motivated, but that the environment does not allow them.

"It's time for you to have a refreshment. The cultivation world seems calm now. If the monsters come out frequently, I can't guarantee this calmness." Zhuang Qing sighed. "You are cultivated by the monsters in the mountains. Too naive, I do n’t know the world, the human world is not as beautiful as you think. "

Fu Li looked at Zhuang Qing, not knowing what to say.

"The seemingly immature and innocent children can steal your things while you are not paying attention. The weak old people may also be liars. The weak are not necessarily really weak, and the strong are not necessarily protecting others." Zhuang Qing To Shang Fuli's eyes, "whether it is a human or a demon, the bones are selfish."

Fu Li blinked and stared at Zhuang Qing's beautiful eyes.

These eyes are too clean. Zhuang Qing feels like she is tearing up a beautiful wicked person, but she is already in the world, and she will understand these truths sooner or later. Instead of waiting for him to understand this, let him be the wicked. Reaching out to cover Fu Li's eyes, Zhuang Qing chuckled and said, "Yes, in the eyes of others, it may be silly."

The long eyelashes were gently brushing in his palm, a little itchy.

"Do you think so too?" Fu Li asked curiously.

Zhuang Qing was silent for a moment: "It's not what I think, but the world today." He put down his hand and turned to look out the window. "The hour is coming, let's go."

Fu Li looked out the window and Zhuang Qing again, with a bright smile on his face: "Then let's hurry."

Looking at his bright and dazzling smile, Zhuang Qing felt that what he had said just now seemed to have no effect at all. For some reason, he didn't feel angry, but he was a little bit grateful.

As soon as the child arrived, the sky seemed to tear a hole, and the pavilions and pavilions inside were faintly revealed. Then the light shone, the pavilions in the sky disappeared, and there was a lively bazaar in a mountain forest.

There is a legend in the world that if someone can see the sky gate wide open at the night of the Chinese Yuan Festival, they will get countless gold and silver ingots. If you are a daring person and want to hear the voice of a ghost, you can lie under the grape stand, and a voice will come out from the ground. But the legend is a legend. Humans who have seen the Tianmen do not know that it is not the Tianmen, but the ghost gate is wide open.

Fu Li and Zhuang Qing came to the mountains in a cloud drive, and the bazaar was already lively. As soon as they arrived at the gate of the market, ghosts wearing ancient battle costumes stopped them and asked about their identities.

Fu Li looked at Zhuang Qing. These ghosts even wore clothes hundreds of years ago, and they didn't know Zhuang Qing yet. Didn't Zhuang Qing patrol the ghost city before?

"I am the director of the management department of the human world, he is my staff member." Zhuang Qing handed a jade card to the ghost warrior, who took a look at the jade card, and his face was shocked. " It turned out to be Mr. Zhuang Qing, the villain has no eyes and no esteem. "

"Two adults, Hai Han, there are rules in the ghost market. Anyone who enters the ghost market needs a Chinese costume and a crown. Look ..." The ghost tone of the military officer was a little uneasy, afraid to annoy Zhuang Qing.

"If you go to the countryside, you should, as you should." Fu Li just wanted to go for fun. It doesn't matter what clothes he wears. As soon as his voice fell, his shirt and jeans disappeared, and he became a noble man with a jade crown and robe. Zhuang Qing glanced at him, and changed into a robe silently.

Fu Li wore white, but he wore a black brocade. At a glance, Zhuang Qing was a mature and elder brother, and Fu Li was a younger brother who was taken out by his brother to increase his knowledge.

Entering the gate of the ghost market, the lanterns are hanging inside, people come and go, countless beautiful people. There are female ghosts of the Song Dynasty moving in lotus steps, as well as mighty generals in battle robes, and monsters wearing beast ears.

"Master Zhuang Qing!" The monsters saw Zhuang Qing showing a bit of panic and awe, and they didn't seem to expect Zhuang Qing to appear in this place.

A rat demon even wanted to stuff Zhuang Qing's stuff on the stall, his hands shaking so much that he couldn't even hold the things.

"Don't be nervous, we are just patrolling routinely, please don't misunderstand." Fu Li saw Zhuang Qing's face calm, and reached out and stuffed the rat demon into Zhuang Qing's arms. On the stand, "Everyone should do whatever they want."

The monsters looked at each other with a subtle expression.

"Why are you looking so strange?" Fu Li looked away, "Did you sell fake and shoddy products?"

"No, no." The demon repairers shook their heads together and never dared to look at them again.

After passing through these fairies, Zhuang Qing only said: "These are all fairies who can hardly get out of the mountain, and there is no evidence of good fairies, so we are a little nervous to see us."

"It turned out to be a black household." Fu Li looked back at the demon Xiu, the demon Xiu were whispering something, and when he turned around, they stopped talking.

"Some monsters like the prosperity of the human world, but some monsters are unwilling to contact humans." Zhuang Qing said flatly, "The significance of the existence of the management office is to allow these practitioners to choose the life they want."

Fu Li looked at the endless street and suddenly said, "You are amazing."

Zhuang Qing looked at him, raised her eyebrows after a long while: "Even if you slap my leader's flattery, I won't open the back door for you at the end of the year." After saying this, he strode forward. .

"At a young age, don't think so radically, I can't really boast about you?" Fu Li quickly followed.

Not far away, there are ghosts performing pans and nail boards, and taking off their heads and throwing the ball. The taste is very heavy, but there are many ghosts and demons watching.

"This is an educational performance on the eighteenth floor of hell. It warns people and demons not to do evil, otherwise it is their end." Zhuang Qing saw Fu Li stepping on these uncreative performances, her eyes indifferent.

A long time ago, when he came to the ghost market, he performed these things, but the ghosts of the performance changed.

"That's really educational." Fu Li saw a ghost take off his head, and even his intestines stuck to his neck. He turned his head around and no longer looked, "It just tastes a bit heavy."

Not far from Hell's educational performances, a shop was opened. Fu Li saw that the boiled **** cut his own beard and threw it into the soup. The ghosts and the demon next to him immediately gathered around and argued. Rushing to buy 馄饨. Fu Li is ashamed. Is it true that ginseng is in the realm of cultivation?

Opposite the street, there are several female ghosts performing feather costumes. The sign on the outside reads, composed by Tang Ming Emperor, and choreographed by Yang Guifei. The world's most complete and restored feather costumes. Although I do n’t know the truth, I did a good jump, and there were a lot of good male ghosts and male monsters around the stage. Some male ghosts wore crooked robes and glasses on their faces, which looked a little ridiculous.

"Pass by, don't miss it, Huayu brand painkillers, Guan Yu said that after using it!"

"Come and see, Diao Chan brand beauty cream, Diao Chan's favorite beauty cream."

"Look at this Taoist friend, what about this Mo Mo sword? What, actually said that my sword is not valuable, do you know who his brother is? Have you heard of Mo Xie?"

"Selling the pipa, selling the pipa, the man bought it for his girlfriend, the woman bought it beautifully and mysteriously. There is a blessing from the magic circle above it, which can withstand a powerful attack from the period of God ...

Fu Li looked at the various messy goods on the street and pointed at the iron sword named Momo: "Zhuang Qing, Mo Xiejian and his brother?"

"That's all a ghost." Zhuang Qing dragged Fu Li back, "Don't go and watch."

"Oh." Fu Li took two steps and pointed at the sandalwood carving fan on a booth. "That is really the favorite fan of the Emperor? Or she must be happy to buy it back for Chaoyun. "

"When Wu Huang was in power, no such fan appeared." Zhuang Qing seized Fu Li's belt to prevent him from walking away.

"Ah, it's deceiving." Fu Li slumped his shoulders. "Why are these ghosts and monsters not honest at all."

"Um." Zhuang Qing smiled at the corner of his mouth, but the smile was fleeting. "Do you know how dark this society is?"

Fu Li suddenly pointed at the sign in front of him, with a look of excitement: "Human eyes and sugar beads, cannibalism is not allowed now!"

"That's a sweetie made from longan." Zhuang Qing's hand holding Fu Li's belt remained motionless.

Fu Li: ...

"There are grilled fish out there, let's buy two." Fu Li suddenly regained his spirit.

Zhuang Qing sighed helplessly. This dragon, more than 1,900 years old, could only accompany Fu Li, the 4,000-year-old demon, eating roast fish while walking. Occasionally, a passing demon secretly looked at Zhuang Qing, Zhuang Qing glanced over, these eyes disappeared suddenly.

After eating the grilled fish, Fu Li threw the bamboo stick into a rattan basket filled with **** on the side of the street, turned his head and was laughed at by the old street comics. He pulled out a pearl and threw it into the bowl handed by the other side.

The performer thought happily, which native money was so generous, looked up, and almost overturned the bowl. How could Zhuang Qing be here? He plagiarized the cross talks of those cross talk masters before his life and was found?

Zhuang Qing glanced at the pearls in the bowl, and turned to laugh at Fu Li, who smiled, and said to Fu Li, "Go ahead and see."

"Oh." Fu Li nodded obediently, followed Zhuang Qing to squeeze out from the ghost group. Several opera ghosts sang sad and joyful sings on the stage, loved and hated life and death, and Fu Li did not understand, but just saw that there was not much audience in front of the stage, so he took a pearl and threw it into the opponent's bowl.

Zhuang Qing couldn't help but said, "Do you have many pearls?"

"Human currency cannot be used here, and those herbs you say are rare, so the least valuable thing here is these sea pearls." Fu Li was a little nervous, did he do something wrong?

"They may like loose silver more than sea pearls." Zhuang Qing handed Fu Li a pack of broken silver. "You give them this."

"That was the case, thank you." Fu Li took the broken silver and happily rewarded the demon ghosts in various performances. Zhuang Qing followed him expressionlessly, staring indifferently at the bowl.

After walking around for two or three hours, Fu Li's excitement finally lost less than half, and the bag of loose silver that Zhuang Qing gave him was almost spent.

"Two adults, why not rest here with my wife?"

Fu Li Xunsheng looked, and a woman in a purple suit was looking at him with a smile. There was a stall in front of her, but there were no guests. A signboard stood next to the stall, with the words "Five Flavor Soup" written on it.

"What is Wuwei soup?" Fu Li walked to the stall and found a row of clay pots on the stall. Each clay pot contained a different color of soup.

"There are five flavors in life. I have joy, anger, love, hate, and sadness in this soup." The woman's eyes crossed Fu Li, staying in front of Zhuang Qing, "Which one do you want to drink?"

Seeing Fu Li did not answer, she took a bowl of soup from the hi pot and handed it to Fu Li: "You can taste this, it can bring you supreme joy."

Zhuang Qing reached out and stopped in front of the bowl.

"What does Longjun mean?" The woman looked at Zhuang Qing with a smile, and the orange hot soup in her hand was steady and not half partial.

"How to taste the five flavors of life with a bowl of soup." Fu Li shook his head, "I don't think it's necessary."

"That's it." The woman refused to see Fu Li, and put the bowl down. Bring a bowl of colorless soup to Zhuang Qing, "Long Jun, ghosts will drink this bowl of soup, they will forget this life. And if a living person drank it, he might remember the past life, would Long Jun want to taste it? taste?"

"Master Meng really laughs." With the word "laugh" on her mouth, Zhuang Qing didn't have the slightest expression on her face. "I'm not interested in the empty past life, and I don't want to pay for the soup."

"The old man made a joke with Lord Longjun, and asked Lord Longjun not to mind." The woman is the legendary Meng Po, and she gave a blessing to Zhuang Qing. The majesty of the world convinces all beasts of the world. "

Zhuang Qing returned a half-ceremony: "It is the joke of Master Meng Po that remains the same."

Meng Po smiled: "If you meet Long Jun again next time, the old man may make such a joke again."

Zhuang Qing didn't speak, and she couldn't see the mood on her face.

The smile on Ms. Meng's face was even worse. She turned her head and looked at Fu Li carefully, and solemnly gave a gift: "Please ask Daoyou not to mind the joke of old age."

"It doesn't matter." Fu Li shook his head and smiled. "Although I don't drink soup, these soups are beautiful."

"The old man has made soup in Hades for thousands of years, and practice makes perfect." Meng Po said, "Half the ghost market has passed, and the two don't waste time, continue to enjoy it."

Hearing the word "play", Fu Li remembered that tonight he was accompanying Zhuang Qing to patrol, not Zhuang Qing to play with him. He gave Zhuang Qing a guilty conscience, and saw that Zhuang Qing had no expression and secretly relieved.

Leaving Meng Po's soup shop, Zhuang Qing pointed to a small shop in front of him, "go to the shop in front."

"Okay." Fu Li thought Zhuang Qing was tired and nodded in agreement.

Entered the store, this is a food shop, the dishes are all fish, shrimp, crabs and other types, the chef is a whale monster, the folks inside are all ghost repair. Zhuang Qing's arrival caused a small sensation in the store, but in front of the food, everyone seemed to be more courageous, at least no one was scared to lose the chopsticks and ran.

The order was served quickly, and Zhuang Qing tasted the chopsticks and let it go unclear. The shop is still that shop, and the whale is still cooking, but he never has the kind of horror and panic that year.

"What's wrong?" Fu Li tasted the fish that Zhuang Qing had eaten, and it tasted very good. It was better than Bao Yu, who claimed to be the chief chef of the palace.

"Nothing." Zhuang Qing shook her head and turned to look at the pedestrians coming and going from the shop, took out a bag, and handed it to the guy next to him.

"My lord, you and you are giving too much." The man did not know Zhuang Qing, but looking at the attitude of the diners around, he knew that the identity of this person was not simple. Looking at the other person suddenly giving so much, he was a little scared.

"Not much." Zhuang Qing pointed to the whale cooking in the back kitchen. "This is a 1,500-year interest."

"You owe money to this boss?" Fu Li was a little surprised, but Zhuang Qing didn't expect to be in debt.

"Um." Zhuang Qing held up her chopsticks and picked up a prawn. "I was ignorant when I was young. I had no money to go out and ate the boss's overlord meal."

He thought he would never appear in this place again, and no longer had to think about how he looked like in the past, but when he set foot in this place again, he found that everything he thought was just that.

"Boss." The man walked to the back kitchen and handed the bag full of spirit beads and pearls to the whale demon. "This is from a customer, and he said ... this is the interest of 1,500 years?"

The ghost market has rules, both goods and goods are clear, and credit is not allowed. If it is found, it will be hunted down by the demon world. That guest looks extraordinary, how could he owe the boss money?

"One thousand and five hundred years ago?" The old whale demon took the bag. "Who?"

"That's the guest." The man pointed the whale demon across the curtain to the person who gave the money.

"The dragon is dazzling, the merit is extraordinary ..." The whale demon looked at the man in the black brocade, and suddenly remembered the half-old child who was 1,500 years ago. The child was covered with blood, and his aura was disordered. He ordered a soup to replenish his vitality.

Later, the child drank Yucang Huang and ran away, and he watched the child run away without stopping him. After so many years, he thought that the half-blooded dragon without the protection of his elders had already died in the mouth of other demons, and he did not expect to see each other again after a lapse of 1,500 years.

Fu Li found a bowl of soup on the table, and he looked up, "Man, we didn't order this."

The man laughed: "The boss said that he gave it to his deceased." 2k novel reading network