Quick Travel: Destiny for Thirty Lifetimes

The snack stalls at the North Street Night Market are bustling with people at this time. The air is filled with the aroma of various foods, interweaving into an invisible net, attracting tourists to come closer to buy and taste.

Luo Yichen, who had been eating biscuits and bread all day, was already very greedy. He stopped in front of a barbecue stall where there were fewer people. The owner was lowering his head and skillfully turning the skewers of meat on the iron rack. The fat had been roasted on the meat and it was dripping precariously onto the glowing red charcoal fire, making a sizzling sound and emitting a puff of white smoke.

"Boss, give me ten skewers of lamb! No, twenty skewers! And... add two grilled squids." Luo Yichen thought for a moment and thought that Lian Qingyang probably hadn't eaten this before, so he thought of buying some more and bringing them over later.

The boss didn't even look up, sprinkling cumin with one hand and flipping the skewers with the other, not even bothering to wipe the sweat off his forehead: "Okay! Wait a minute, little brother, I'll finish grilling the ones who came in first."

After paying the bill, Luo Yichen didn't just wait here, because he saw a stall selling candied haws, so he bought a few strings for Lian Qingyang to try. There was no queue at the candied haws stall.

He walked over to buy something and came back. He had already spent money at the stalls he passed by. When he saw grilled cold noodles, egg burgers, cheese sticks, etc., he wanted to buy them for Lian Qingyang.

"Little brother, it's your turn. Twenty skewers of lamb and two skewers of squid, right?"

Sometimes I have to admire such a good memory. Luo Yichen added: "Yes, by the way, boss, five of the lamb skewers and one of the squid skewers are spicy and served separately."

"Okay! Wait a minute, it will be fine!"

After taking the bag, Luo Yichen showed the payment record on his phone to the boss: "Here, the money has been paid."

"Okay, come again next time!"

Almost every stall followed this process. By the time Luo Yichen left North Street carrying seven or eight bags, it was already late.

*

Pushing open the door of the antique shop, Luo Yichen paused humming a song, and keenly sensed that someone had been in the shop.

The doors of the shops on South Street are never locked because almost no one comes here and the owners rarely go out.

Luo Yichen put the food bag into his Qiankun bag - so that it wouldn't get cold - and turned on the switch on the left wall, revealing everything in the room. He immediately saw a piece of paper on the cashier's desk that was held down by a piece of jade.

He walked forward, picked up the jade and put it aside. Luo Yichen picked up the paper on the table and opened it. He found that it was written to him by his master. After quickly browsing the contents, he realized that his master had been there. He didn't know whether he deliberately avoided him or just didn't meet him by accident.

The paper said that the master had recently revisited Yanzhou and remembered that the disciple he had abandoned three years ago would have to go through something in the near future, so he left a jade for Luo Yichen, saying that it would be useful in the future.

"I don't know where this old man has gone now. He's saying this again. It's really useful. Can you give me a specific time? When will it be useful?"

Luo Yichen was lying on the bed with his legs bent and his arm as a pillow. He had just packed up all the things he needed and threw them into his Qiankun bag. He held the jade in his hand, rubbed it carefully under the lamp, and thought about how to use it. Not long after, he fell asleep.

It was already past one in the morning when he went to bed, and he slept until noon. After a simple meal, Luo Yichen turned on his phone and accepted two ghost-catching orders that were relatively close to the western-style building. He went out happily while chewing bubble gum.

*

When he stood at the door of the western-style building again, before he could knock, two ghosts who had not been seen before jumped out from the side. The ghost who wanted to be an actor spoke first: "Young master, why don't you take us in..."

Luo Yichen was anxious to see Lian Qingyang, and it was almost time to open the door, so he had no time to listen to the ghost's nonsense. Without saying a word, he recited a spell, put the two in, tied them up, and put them in his pocket. The whole process was smooth and didn't take much time.

After closing the door and turning around, I saw Lian Qingyang, who had transformed back into a spirit, waiting by the window. He was different from the two ghosts just now. His body was not surrounded by misty black, but by a faint halo. His whole body was shrouded in it, pure and fragile.

Luo Yichen's heart moved, and he quickened his pace as he walked into the living room. He stretched out his hand and beckoned Lian Qingyang over: "Come and see what I brought!"