Ghost Shelter System

"Historical Records: The Benji of Xiaowu" records: "Those who go into the sea to seek Penglai say that Penglai is not far away, but those who cannot reach it will almost never see its energy."

According to Qin Kun's understanding of this sentence, people who are not qualified to enter Penglai Mountain cannot even see the outline of their aura.

Since ancient times, the art of looking at Qi can be used to look at people, Feng Shui, and mountains. The qi is divided into red, black and purple, red is the qi of wealth, which is the aura of great wealth, black is the qi of luck, which is the qi of disaster, and purple is the qi of destiny, which is the aura of nobility.

People have Qi, and so do mountains.

Seeing Penglai Mountain and entering Penglai Mountain are two completely different experiences.

From the outside, there is no difference between Penglai Mountain and ordinary mountains. Once you step into a certain range, a refreshing breath will hit your face, the purple air lingers, and good luck is in your head. This is the kind of treasure land of Xianjia. When you arrive at this place, you will be sure A place where you can have good luck.

"This smell... just smelling it can help you live longer..."

The smell in the mountains is so good that Wang Qian's nose twitches. The fairy air entering his nose seems to turn into a trickling clear spring, cleansing the heart and lungs. He is almost intoxicated when he takes one breath. If he takes a few more breaths, all the distracting thoughts and worries in his mind will disappear, and he will truly feel free. The state feels like it has been sublimated from the inside out.

The mist is hidden, and Wang Qian is in a fairyland. No matter how fierce the competition for the Immortality Jade is outside, it cannot affect the charm of this place.

Silks and bamboos in the empty valley are melodious, the waterwheel is turning, and the golden palace and jade are hidden in the mist halfway up the mountain. The mountain is not big, but it is enough to exceed Qin Kun's imagination of the fairy mountain.

Fatty Wang turned into a small plane and circled forward as if he was on a drug. Qin Kun shook his head helplessly. He was enjoying it too, so he wouldn't let himself go like this.

The stone steps in the forest were covered with moss, and tigers, cranes, apes and deer roamed freely around them. When everyone was stunned by the magnificence of the fairy palace in front of them, Wang Gan, who was in high spirits, felt a pain in his butt and came to his senses: "Who attacked me?!"

Wang Qian turned around suddenly and found that a deer had bitten the talisman bag behind Wang Qian's butt. When he saw Wang Qian stop, the deer chewed the talisman paper in the talisman bag with relish.

Wang Gan pushed the deer's head away. The deer blinked and sniffed several other talisman bags. Wang Gan quickly moved away. The deer angrily kicked Wang Gan with its hind legs and left with its butt twisted.

"I... damn..."

Wang Gan couldn't laugh or cry when he saw the hoof prints on his belly: "Qin Kun, this deer is too rampant... we might as well kill it."

"Bullshit. To put it bluntly, the aura of a mountain is caused by the gathering of spiritual creatures in the mountain. In Penglai Mountain, whether it is flowers, plants, trees, tigers, cranes, apes, or deer, they are all covered with purple aura. That deer's purple aura is extremely rich. Maybe it comes from somewhere. Where is the Immortal Lord of the family? How dare you, the Immortal Lord, kill a Taoist disciple like you?"

High-dimensional life can enter low-dimensional cause and effect. The spiritual beings in the mountains may really be the immortal king. Maybe he saved the life of a certain celebrity on a certain day of a certain year. Wang Qian scratched his head, not daring to make any mistakes. , forget it, just treat it as being kicked by the fairy grandpa.

Going up the mountain, the surroundings are still fairy-like, but the atmosphere gradually becomes weird.

It's a voice!

At first, you can still see traces of the activities of fairy beasts and spiritual beings at the bottom of the mountain, as well as figures of figures. The higher you go up, the more deserted it becomes, and the golden towers and jade palaces become taller and taller. But the sound of silk and bamboo was far away, and the figures disappeared and appeared. They did not speak, but just smiled, which was quite strange.

On the roadside, a tiger was lying there taking a nap. Suddenly it smelled the smell of Qin Kun and the others. He looked over and saw Qin and Kun slowly approaching. The tiger sneezed and seemed to dislike their smell. He got up and walked away. .

"Master Qin, someone is spying on us in that building!"

After the tiger left, the brown bear held up a sign and came to Qin Kun with a serious face. Qin Kun saw the words on it and replied: "Don't meddle in other people's business."

The sound of silk and bamboo was getting farther and farther, and the fog was getting thicker and thicker. On the mountainside, there were some figures at the entrances of many fairy palaces, watching them climb the mountain. When Qin Kun and his party came to the entrance, they disappeared.

It's like a ghost.

"These people...are they probably projections?" Chu Qianxun muttered in a low voice.

The aborigines of Sanxian Island are not considered immortals yet, but the people like Penglai Mountain cannot be said for sure.

There was no sound, no movement, appearing and disappearing. Chu Qianxun didn't believe that these people and the villagers had the same identity.

Immortal mountain... Everyone now feels that even if they are in the immortal mountain, they are still separated from the real immortals and mortals. They feel even more awkward than when they entered the underworld. With different identities, are you not qualified to chat with them?

We are two-thirds of the way through the mountain road.

An open place seemed to be a market, with numerous figures. As the fog appeared and disappeared, Qin Kun walked towards the market, but when he passed by, there was no one around him.

Is it a spatial dislocation?

Or is there really an invisible boundary wall here, and everyone can only see each other, but cannot enter the area where the other person is?

In my ears, the wind whistled. The market looked lively, but it was silent. Although those people were not in the same space as Qin Kun and others, they didn't seem to like the smell of them. When they saw them coming, they kept away.

After being disliked all the way, at the end of the market, Qin Kun suddenly saw an acquaintance.

Abbot Shan, the middle-aged scholar who once said that he had killed an immortal!

"Little brother, you're fine."

The scholar held the bamboo slip, sat on a rocking chair and greeted.

"I've met you, sir." Qin Kun returned the greeting.

The middle-aged scholar smiled: "Are you confused?"

Qin Kun nodded: "There are so many people, why can I only hear Mr.'s voice?"

"There are five immortals in the universe, divided into heaven and earth, gods, humans and ghosts. Can you hear what the ghosts are saying?"

"Yes." Qin Kun replied.

"Why can't ordinary people hear it?"

Qin Kun pondered.

"Ghost immortals are actually still ghosts. Even if they die, they can't be called immortals. Human immortals are the lowest immortals. For example, Mr. Xinglin, or me!"

If the eyes of middle-aged people have substance, their words will be pointed.

Qin Kun's eyes twitched: "Sir, what you mean is that these people are probably higher-level immortals? For example, gods? That's why I can't hear what they are saying."

The middle-aged man smiled and waved his hand: "Let's go. Since you already know the answer, you don't need to stay here. The evil energy of the five turbidities is blowing on your face, so don't pollute the purity of the fairy mountain."

Qin Kun said goodbye and left here.

The middle-aged man sneered: "Tianyu's lackeys...are really here. I'm afraid it won't be easy to join the world in the future..."

As soon as he finished speaking, the surrounding market suddenly disappeared, and the middle-aged scholar appeared in a dark hall. On the throne not far away, there was a vague figure.

"Lieyukou, it seems that you have a strong opinion of me?"

The figure had no fixed voice. The sound wave fluctuated, either harsh or low, as noisy as thousands of accents.

The middle-aged scholar smiled: "Tianyu, there is no need to use such scary tactics on me. Since you have raised so many lackeys, given them the privilege of walking in cause and effect, and do not allow them to step into the ranks of immortals, you are so What’s the point of going through all this trouble?”

The blurry figure chuckled: "Among the five immortals, ghosts are not included in the flow, and human immortals are the lowest. However, some fierce ghosts are more powerful than human immortals. The boundary wall between the human and ghost worlds is even worse than the boundary wall here. Bo, naturally there will be unsighted things causing trouble randomly. Since we need to clean up those disobedient things and stabilize the order in the universe, if I arrange for you and grant you merit, will you go?"

The middle-aged scholar sneered: "Who would go to such a dirty place?"

"But someone has to do these dirty jobs after all. So, don't point fingers at my people in the future."

The middle-aged scholar said indifferently: "Then remember to remind them that when I go to the human world, they should not meddle in my business."

The blurry figure laughed dumbly: "You are already transcendent and have to play in the world. It is their duty to treat you like a bastard."

"You...Tianyu, what good will this do to you?"

"It's just my duty."

"You don't miss the world of mortals?"

"If you are not a person in the world of mortals, you will naturally have no interest in it."

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