Ghost Shelter System

On the sea, the devil glanced contemptuously at the location of the sunken ship and slowly disappeared.

Gongsun Feimao became furious.

Qin Kun couldn't calm down after seeing this scene for a long time.

He didn't know where the Gongsun Fei spear man was, how could he kill people and establish his authority from such a long distance? !

That stern look made Qin Kun feel a surge of blood in his heart, as if he was proud of himself.

"Fat man."

"exist."

"The Immortality Jade may have been almost divided up. Next, you have an important task."

Wang Qian looked at Qin Kun seriously for the first time: "Let me protect the eldest lady and the others. Are you going to grab the jade?"

With Wang Gan's shrewdness, he guessed Qin Kun's thoughts at once. Qin Kun smiled: "It will be safe for you if you stay here. We agreed on a signal. After gathering a piece of jade, we will send the signal to you to meet up." Let’s leave immediately!”

"Tch, if you think we are dragging you down, just say so." Wang Gan patted his belly, "I swear in the name of Fu Zong that I will live up to my expectations."

"Um."

"Qin Heigou..."

"Um?"

"be safe."

Qin Kun smiled, and the power of the earth poured into his legs continuously. From now on, he must remain vigilant every moment. The opponent is not a ghost, but a human being, and not an ordinary person. Those who can come here are at least first-class exorcists and ghost hunters. There are so many super first-rate ones.

Their methods of dealing with ghosts are ever-changing, and their methods of dealing with humans are even more bloody and cruel.

Qin Kun couldn't relax even a little bit.

He used the Nichen Step and held the dagger Zilu in his hand. Qin Kun took a step forward and his breath completely disappeared into the forest.

…

Ziyan Pavilion is located on the top of the northern foot of Yingzhou, separated from Penglai Mountain by a sea of ​​clouds.

At this moment, a sword-wielding scribe was hiding in the grass. He knew that there were still six people hiding around him.

They looked at the two monks in the pavilion and did not attack.

The two monks are both young. One is greasy and has unremarkable facial features, but together he is inexplicably handsome. The other is even more plain-looking, but his gestures exude an elegant Zen spirit.

"Amitabha, my wonderful little friend is a master of Buddhism, and the poor monk admires it." The Zen monk held the flower and smiled.

"Amitabha, I didn't expect that the Flower and Bird Zen practiced by Master Kongwen was also unique." The handsome monk rolled up his sleeves and clasped his hands together.

He saw that the dead wood on the wooden pile where the other party was sitting had sprouted new leaves in spring, and the surrounding lawn was filled with the fragrance of flowers and the chirping of birds. It was extremely rare for one person to create a scene.

Monk Kongwen touched Hei Tu's head and smiled: "My little friend has misunderstood. Flower and Bird Zen and Mist and Rain Zen are both Buddhist ink and wash Zen. They are not as good as my little friend's Buddha and Demon."

Miaoshan was smiling when his head suddenly turned around like a Shura, and the evil spirit of Shura came out from his seven orifices. Miaoshan looked at Monk Kong Wen and asked: "The Patriarch got the Suannii jade, why didn't you leave quickly? Why did you stop here and not be afraid of being caught?" Tribulation?"

"Amitabha, this poor monk is destined to suffer such a calamity. Early calamity and late calamity are unavoidable. My little friend is a descendant of my Fulin Temple. Isn't he also a calamity?"

Fangs appeared in Miaoshan's mouth: "I need it."

Monk Kongwen teased the bird on his fingertips and glanced casually: "I dare to give it to you, do you dare to ask for it?"

The Suanni jade was placed on the table in the pavilion by Kong Wen. Miao Shan across from him narrowed his eyes, but did not dare to take it away.

After a long time, Shura turned back into a monk. Miao Shan smiled bitterly and sighed: "The founder understands Buddhism and people's hearts. My disciples are ashamed of themselves."

Miao Shan got up and left.

The people around him are watching eagerly. So what if he gets the Suanni jade? Can he get out?

Everyone was waiting for someone to make the first move. He was determined to challenge the ancestor, but after entering the game, he realized that he did not dare to go down into this muddy water.

Monk Kongwen laughed and said, "Buddhism is fearless, but you haven't learned anything at all."

In a word, the heart of the wonderful and kind Buddha is filled with dust.

Blood spurted out of Miaoshan's mouth and he staggered. Monk Kongwen watched Miaoshan leave and said to the empty surroundings: "Does there still be a donor who dares to come to Ziyan Pavilion to talk about it?"

There was no sound in the grass.

"Then...do you want to come together?"

There was still no sound in the grass.

Monk Kong Wen smiled and suddenly pointed his finger in the void. Ink marks bloomed from the air. Traces of ink were as real as they were, crawling all over the mountain. Those who were lurking found that their hands and feet were suddenly stained with ink, and they couldn't get rid of it.

This... what kind of spell is this?

Monk Kongwen clasped his hands together and said, "You are not here to talk or fight. Why don't you just stay here and enjoy the paintings."

In the blink of an eye, several guys lurking around were already the people in the painting.

…

On the hillside of Penglai Mountain, there is a thatched cottage piano room.

In front of the piano, a bearded man closed his eyes and meditated.

Gongsun Feizhi was attacked by Taoism.

His brows were deeply furrowed, black air crawled down his face along the blood vessels, and his expression was stiff, even ferocious.

There were three people standing in front of the piano room.

A Taoist priest with an immortal spirit.

A Taoist nun with a pale face.

A young Taoist priest with slanted eyebrows and temples.

The three people are in the shape of "pin".

Gongsun Feimai was breathing rapidly, and the yin and yang qi in his body could not be balanced, so he did not speak for a long time. Under an old tree next to the piano room, a young man holding a mourning stick leaned there, slightly opening his eyelids and looking at the three Taoist priests.

"Flying Mercury Lord Lei Haize, long time no see."

The immortal Taoist priest smiled: "It turns out he is the magic sealer from Mount Fuyu."

The magic craftsman Chen Yu. Regardless of whether Gongsun Feimao was seriously injured or not, he was Gongsun Feimao's backer.

The famous demon-sealing craftsman from Fuyu Mountain is like thunder piercing his ears. This man sealed nearly half of the ghost kings released by the Sanqiu Rebellion and gained a great reputation. The pale-faced Taoist nun and the Taoist priest with slanted eyebrows all looked over.

Is this unattractive young man Chen Yu?

Chen Yu looked at the three of them and asked, "Xingjun Xunqi came here to cause trouble for Old Gou Gongsun?"

"Just to win the jade, Chen Yu, you can't stop us."

Chen Yu opened his eyes slightly: "I can feel it. The aura of that Taoist nun is too strong."

The pale-faced Taoist nun suddenly became charming when she smiled. The look in her face when she smiled could captivate people to the core.

"Xuanqi Maoshan has a good Qi, and the three pure spiritual officials sit in the sacred hall. The Red Blood Yuandan nourishes the wood charm, and the Nine Yin Xuannv kills the greedy wolf. Maoshan, Yun Qinghong greets you."

In the Ming Dynasty, the true biography of Maoshan was written by Yun Qinghong, the Nine-Yin Xuannv.

"Yun Qinghong..." Chen Yu murmured the name, "Chen seems to be in danger today."

Chen Yu said, still standing between Gongsun Feimao and Maoshan's three true disciples, and sighed in a low voice, "It doesn't matter, the old man from Qixing Palace said that I would never come back from this trip, so I really agreed with him. Come on. Bar!"

"Master Lei, Xu Facheng, please step back. Don't let Fuyu Mountain think that we are bullying the minority with the majority."

Lei Haize and Xu Facheng watched from the wall.

Yun Qinghong moved forward and took out a jujube wood stick. The jujube thorn cut her finger, nine blood beads dripped, and nine phantoms appeared behind Yun Qinghong.

Yin energy surged, and at the same time a force of wood enveloped the surroundings.

Boom, boom, boom, boom, nine strands of unparalleled yin energy soared into the sky, and dark clouds suddenly formed above the head!

The nine phantoms condensed into substance, and they were all wood charms!

"My name... Basho."

"My name...Chongzao."

"My name is...Xue Huai."

"My name... Taoyao."

"My name is... Gray Bamboo."

"My name...Xieliu."

"My name is...Neem."

"My name...Yang Shao."

"My name...Sanghao!"

Chen Yu chuckled: "The wood charm turns into a soul, and it must be bathed in countless blood during its lifetime. Only trees that grow up with blood can become spirits. Does human blood taste good?"

The nine ghosts smiled, and Yun Qinghong also smiled.

"Senior Chen, if a righteous man practices evil, then the evil dharma is also righteous. Whether it is human blood or rain and dew, the ghosts under his command drank human blood before they were alive. It is not what they want. It is forced by the world. What does a fool know about human blood, rain and dew?"

Chen Yu put on sackcloth and waved his mourning stick, causing paper money to fly all over the sky.

"Come on then, let Chen learn the true power of Taiyi Nine Refiners!"