The saint starts out by traveling around the world with a group of elves.

Chapter 442: Fuyun Ghost Market

No one knows how many unknown pasts are buried in the Fuyun Mountains. An originally brilliant immortal cultivation civilization was suddenly destroyed by a catastrophe of heaven and earth. Many unknown secrets of the Tiangu Realm have been buried in the history that cannot be traced.

After dinner, Chu Yi planned to take the elves to explore one of them.

Walking along an unknown mountain path with withered vines, old trees, and rugged rocks, Chu Yi came to a dry mountain stream that was buried under rubble and its original appearance could not be seen.

Pushing aside the weeds, a blue-gray tombstone covered with moss suddenly appeared before my eyes. It looked like this lonely grave had probably been there for some time and no one had come to pay homage to it.

"Chu Yi, what is this?"

Xilin asked the question out of curiosity. It was late at night, the moon was bright and the stars were sparse. There was an old grave in the mountains. These words combined together would always give ordinary people a chilly feeling.

But the fact is, all the elves, including Peony, did not show any fear. It was not because they were confident in their own strength, but because tombstones existed beyond the knowledge of the elves and Peony.

When people in the Pan-World die, they don't erect a monument. They either burn them into ashes and take them home for collection, or dig a hole and bury them directly. If a member of the elves leaves, the body will be directly handed over to the elven sacred tree to be absorbed, which can be regarded as a return to the embrace of nature. Of course, this problem cannot exist now.

After practicing the Great Cosmic Body Tempering Method, the upper limit of the elves' lifespan is no longer measured in thousands of years.

This is even more so in the wild world, where the tribal shaman returns his magic tools to his magic weapons, and the tribesmen are burned, with their ashes scattered over the mountains, rivers and lakes. There is no tradition of erecting a tombstone.

"This is a tomb. When a person dies, their body will be buried here forever. It allows them to rest in peace and also allows the living to pay homage to them."

Chu Yi explained that a long time ago, there were mountain people living here, so it was not surprising that a tomb was left behind, but this was not an ordinary tomb.

The elves began to think about it, but Chu Yi took out a few gold ingots made of yellow paper that he had specially left behind and placed them in front of the tomb. Then the white fire of faith ignited from his fingertips, and a wisp of green smoke drifted away with the wind.

He flipped his hand again, and three incense sticks appeared. Chu Yi lit them, and then with a very strange gesture, he stuck them into the mud in front of the tomb, and began to mutter something that the elves could not understand at all.

This made Xilin very curious. The little guy flapped his wings and looked left and right, but he still couldn't figure out what his deputy elder was trying to do.

However, no elves asked questions. Worship is a very solemn thing. Although they didn't understand, the elves could understand the atmosphere.

As Chu Yi kept muttering, a magical scene suddenly appeared. The surrounding moonlight suddenly began to blur, and the originally dry mountain stream inexplicably made the sound of flowing water. But when Xilin and the others leaned over to take a look, they were surprised to find that there was not a drop of water on the dry riverbed!

And as time passed, more and more strange things happened. In the silent forest, people's shouts, even dogs barking, children's laughter, etc. could be heard. In the increasingly distorted moonlight, a few dim lights began to emerge.

If it were anyone else, even a cultivator, they would have been extremely alert at this time, and would have secretly thought that they might have seen a ghost in the middle of the night. However, the elves are not afraid of ghosts, and Shaoyao is not afraid of them at all, so they were not afraid at all, but were more curious.

"Hehe~! Sir, you gave me too much~!"

The three incense sticks burned out quickly, and at a certain moment, the surrounding environment suddenly changed drastically. Before Xilin and the others could come to their senses, a slightly naughty and childish female voice suddenly sounded from under the tombstone.

A cute little girl, about eight years old, with two braids, suddenly appeared in front of Chu Yi. She was holding a few heavy gold ingots in her arms with some effort, her little face full of joy and satisfaction.

"Ah~! Why is there someone here?!"

Xilin let out a small cry of surprise, and all the elves looked over curiously. The deputy elder had fiddled with it for a while, and he actually created a little human girl?

Only Tina seemed to show a hint of surprise. The reason was very simple. Tina could not sense any life from this little girl.

According to Pan World, what is before our eyes is actually a ghost.

"Wow! What cute little people! You must be from another race. I've never seen one before!"

"Oh, I forgot to introduce myself. You can just call me Xiaoxi."

Xilin and the others were very surprised, but Xiaoxi was even more surprised. She had been a lantern bearer here for who knows how many years, but she had never seen such a good-looking alien. If she hadn't died, she would have been envious for a long time~!

"My name is Chu Yi, this is Xilin, we are from the elves."

"Xiao Xi, let's talk while we walk. It's not easy to enter the Fuyun Ghost Market."

Chu Yi smiled slightly. This sentence had a hidden premise. According to normal methods, entering the Fuyun Ghost Market would be extremely difficult. However, Chu Yi knew several unconventional methods, but there was no need to mention them.

"Sir, it was Xiaoxi who was inconsiderate. So, are you responsible for being the lamplighter?"

Xiao Xi stopped talking, and Chu Yi naturally nodded in response.

Without further ado, in Xiaoxi's eyes, Chu Yi was naturally classified as a guest who was not visiting Fuyun Ghost Market for the first time, so Xiaoxi automatically chose to skip some common-sense introductions.

"Sir, I'm handing over the Soul Guiding Lamp to you now. Don't let it go!"

Xiao Xi took out a white bamboo joint that was three fingers thick and half an arm long from her arms. She handed it to Chu Yi seemingly casually but actually very solemnly.

Chu Yi nodded and reached out to take the old bamboo joint. Xilin flew over curiously. The little girl obviously couldn't understand why this bamboo was called a soul-guiding lamp?

But the next moment, the little guy understood.

“Ouch~!!”

Some of the little kids exclaimed in disbelief. Xilin, who was closest to them, also blinked and looked at Xiaoxi in disbelief.

Why is this so?

Because Xiaoxi actually took off her head!

This is no exaggeration. Looking at this human head floating in the air and emitting a hazy white light, the elves finally understood what this soul-guiding lamp is.

"Sir, let's go!"

Xiao Xi smiled sweetly, and waved to Chu Yi and the others as her petite body was separated from the head. Then, she turned around and disappeared in front of the tombstone, holding a few gold ingots with difficulty.

Chu Yi held Xilin, whose little brain was a little confused due to excessive shock, in his arms. It was too early to be surprised now.