Ghost Shelter System

Sanxian Island, Yingzhou.

In a small village, villagers came back from fishing and nodded to an old Taoist priest.

The village was peaceful, with the old Taoist priest wearing his robe open and drinking wine. There is a palm print on the chest, which is printed on the Suzaku tattoo and is already bruised.

The old Taoist priest had a sad expression, as if he was remembering something, until another old Taoist came over and interrupted his train of thought.

"Master Qiu's nephew, haven't you calmed down yet?" Qiu Huaqing is the lay name of the old Taoist priest. Pingfeng Zhenren Qiu Huaqing is the first contemporary Taoist priest in Maoshan.

Master Pingfeng's drunken eyes became clear and his expression was unexpected: "Old...Old Taisui, why are you here?"

The old Taoist in front of Master Pingfeng was named Zhu Yun. Once upon a time, he was also a passionate man, but time is not forgiving. A group of his old friends have died long ago, and none of the sect brothers are still alive. The old Taoist showed his gaping teeth. It seemed lonely and a little ridiculous.

"I came earlier than you. After all, I'm old... After I got to the island, I saw the beautiful scenery here and didn't want to leave."

Zhu Yun, the Taisui of the Fish Dragon, is the head of the Fish Dragon Mountain and one of the five elders of the Chinese Way of Life and Death.

At this moment, Pingfeng Zhenren and Yulong Taisui appeared in a village. I don’t know if it was a coincidence or fate. Master Pingfeng came back from the dead and appeared in the village. He was depressed until he met the old lady, and he showed a helpless smile.

"With my seniors by my side, I won't feel lonely when talking about my hometown in the future."

The old man took out a cigarette and put it in his mouth, "This counts as immortality for us, right?"

"of course!"

"I just feel a little melancholy because I can no longer see my disciples and grandchildren..."

"Senior, it's time to be content..."

No matter how old you are, being alive is better than being dead.

No matter why you are left on Sanxian Island, you are destined to never go back. Since they can't go back, they can only accept their fate. Besides, for people of their age, being able to live in this kind of life form somewhere in the world is not bad.

The two veterans were very optimistic, ignored some sad emotions, and started talking.

Pingfeng Zhenren's chest was struck by the Great Seal, which is the secret technique of the Pure Land Sect. The old Tai Sui was well-informed. When he heard about his battle with the Pure Land Sect, he sighed and said: "The method is wrong. The monks of the Pure Land Sect are full of wisdom and wisdom. The power of wishes and magical powers are immeasurable, and if you fall into their spell, it is useless to resist them forcefully."

Master Pingfeng was stunned. He had lived in the mountain gate for a long time. He dealt with ghosts more than people. He was not as old as the old man when it came to fighting skills and courting horses.

"Senior, aren't you good at thunder skills?"

"Of course not. In their art, no matter how powerful you are, you still can't beat them. The slap you suffered is not light."

"Yes... Pindao tried to use thunder to break the monk's Dharma Body. However, before he could use the thunder technique, Pindao was shattered into the mirage by a palm. I'm really ashamed. I dare to ask senior, what should I do? How to deal with them?"

Master Pingfeng majored in the 'Alchemy Scroll' and was good at alchemy, but not good at fighting.

He was a little worried. If he could have captured the Pure Land Sect's Immortality Jade at that time, it would have been a different ending now. Maybe the dragon boat has been launched and returned to China.

The old lady smiled and said, "Actually, you just need to forget it."

"forget?"

Master Pingfeng smiled bitterly: "Old Tai Sui, you have never experienced the power of that palm. In the mirage world, the poor Taoist's heart, liver, spleen, lungs and kidneys were all shattered. How can you forget that feeling?"

The old man exhaled smoke: "Buddha's keeping of emptiness seems to be destroying you, but in fact it is saving you. He is emptiness, he keeps emptiness, his mirage world is also emptiness, and the seal of great power is still emptiness, so in order to make you successful Empty. In their mirage world, as long as you forget, the pain will disappear."

Master Pingfeng was thoughtful.

The old man chuckled: "Not to mention this, I arrived earlier than you and found an interesting place."

Master Pingfeng was startled. The old Tai Sui had a young mentality, like a naughty boy. He followed the old Tai Sui to a kitchen.

"Look, who is in the tank?!" the old lady asked proudly, stirring the water in the tank.

Next to the kitchen, there was a large tank filled with water. Master Pingfeng looked at it and saw that the water was also composed of bundles of causal threads. As it rose and fell, more than a dozen faces appeared in it.

The faces were constantly ups and downs, which were the causal lines of more than a dozen people. Master Pingfeng was stunned when he saw one of the faces: "Senior Ge?"

One of the faces is that of Ge Zhan!

The old man smiled and said: "People in the village say that people with abnormal fates will appear in the waters near Sanxian Island. From ancient times to the present, there have been countless people with abnormal fates. You can see Old Man Ge here, what do you think? is it fun?"

That's good...but...how to play?

The old man rolled up his sleeves: "When I was admitted to the village, they told me that although the people on the island are not qualified to enter other people's causal lines, they can enter dreams. Let's go to the dream of Old Man Grottoes!"

As the old man spoke, he picked up water and poured it on his face.

…

In December in China, the temperature in Linjiang is terrifyingly cold.

Kuishan old house.

The temperature in a bungalow in the courtyard is very warm. This is Ge Zhan's room. Since the floor heating was installed, this is the warmest room in the old Kuishan house.

In the house, Ge Zhan was taking a nap in his wheelchair, drooling, while Jing Sansheng was tinkering with a humidifier. It took him a long time to fix it, but he found that his uncle had fallen asleep.

He stood up, hammered his waist, and Su Lin walked in from outside the house: "Master... the senior brother sent two pieces of old ginseng. Should I ask the kitchen to make chicken soup this afternoon?"

Jing Sansheng said with a smile: "Okay, Yu Xuan is interested. It just so happens that your master has been complaining that his bones are cold these past few days, so give him some supplements."

Jing Sansheng said, picking up a handkerchief and wiping the saliva from the corner of Ge Zhan's mouth.

Suddenly, Ge Zhan suddenly woke up while sleeping.

"Things with no eyes!"

With eyebrows raised, Ge Zhan suddenly stood up in the wheelchair. Jing Sansheng was startled and hurried away, thinking that he had offended Ge Zhan.

"Uncle, I'm just wiping your saliva..."

Ge Zhan picked up the backbeater next to him, ignored Jing Sansheng, and looked around with a cold light in his eyes: "Who dares to disturb my dream?!"

Ge Zhan glanced around the room. Jing Sansheng and Su Lin didn't dare to breathe.

After a while, he realized that Ge Zhan was not targeting him, and he breathed a sigh of relief: "Master...Uncle Master? What's wrong..."

Ge Zhan looked around and found nothing suspicious. He threw away the back beater and sat back in the wheelchair suspiciously.

"I dreamed about Zhu Yun, and Qiu Huaqing. The two of them scared me in my dream..." Ge Zhan scratched his cheek.

Su Lin chuckled: "Master, your reaction is too great... Old Tai Sui and Master Ping Feng are already on the Penglai ship with Qin Kun, so how can they scare you?"

Ge Zhan muttered: "But this dream is too real... I just thought I had fallen into some ghost's dream spell."

"Master, this is an old house in Kuishan. No one without a good eye dares to break in. I'm going to leave first and let the kitchen make some chicken soup for you!"

Ge Zhan's temper subsided, and when he heard that there was chicken soup to drink in the afternoon, he immediately beamed and returned to his crooked mouth.

Su Lin went to the kitchen, while Jing Sansheng stayed here and tied a towel around Ge Zhan's neck: "Uncle, the room is already dry, so please bear with the saliva for a while."

Ge Zhan wiped his mouth tremblingly: "Sansheng..."

"What's wrong, uncle?"

"Kun... how long have they... been gone?"

"One month? Two months? My memory is not good either. Anyway, it's less than two months."

"Oh... what are the Western devils... doing... lately?"

"Uncle Zuo? I heard that he still runs between Bailong Temple and Yin Yang Temple. Ning Buwei and Ma Xiaohua take good care of him."

After Jing Sansheng finished answering, he found that Ge Zhan fell asleep again.

Jing Sansheng smiled and put a thin blanket on Ge Zhan's knees. As soon as he went out, Ge Zhan's voice came from the room again.

"You damn old man! Are you still here? Where are you?!"

Looking at Ge Zhan roaring in the room through the glass, Jing Sansheng felt a little melancholy and edited a message for Zuo Jinchen: Uncle Zuo, my uncle has been a little confused recently. Do you want to come and see him...

Sakonomi's message came back quickly: If you don't go, call me after you die.

Jing Sansheng smiled bitterly.

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