Ghost Shelter System

Qin Kun answered Wu Xiong’s question.

Wu Xiong was a little surprised. He had never participated in the Longmen Festival at Yulong Mountain. After all, the last Dragon Gate Conference was held when the old man was old, and he was still young.

But he didn't know that there was a place in Nanhai Ghost Village that was connected to the underworld!

Wu Xiong was suspicious for a moment and then clicked his tongue: "It's strange to say that the Bangni Kingdom has been in contact with China since ancient times. I didn't expect that they would have a ghost village here. Could it be that they discovered the weirdness here a long time ago? "

Qin Kun didn't know much about old things, so he asked casually: "What do you mean?"

"One guess or two. Even though King Fenni admired the power of China, he did not come to China in person to pay homage. It is very likely that the hauntings were very serious at that time and the country was uneasy."

Qin Kun knew that King Bangni died in Nanjing, and he did not comment on Wu Xiong's speculation.

After all, guesses are just guesses and do not represent reality.

Wu Xiong seemed to be very confident in his guess, and continued to mutter to himself: "No wonder the Suo Cult has become so popular in recent years, but its influence has not spread here. It is estimated that there are many secret sect members in the local area."

Just kidding, Brunei's public security is so stable, but there is a ghost village sitting under its butt. Wu Xiong would not believe it if there wasn't a secret door to maintain the stability of yin and yang.

Qin Kun nodded, he agreed with this point. Wu Xiong has a good view of the overall situation and is knowledgeable. Although he likes to make blind guesses as he gets older, at least his words are on target now.

"You mean, there is a secret door here? Then why do you need to help them balance their cause and effect?"

Wu Xiong said: "Maybe it's not convenient to come forward. The Bangni Kingdom used to have good relations with everyone. After that generation of kings was buried in Nanjing, they may have felt that China was hostile to them and were unwilling to help. Later kings gradually became alienated. It happened that at that time, the Holy The city of Mecca sent people to preach, and this place was protected by Mecca.”

The time matched, and it gradually matched the history. Qin Kun came to the conclusion: "In other words, the people in Mecca entrusted you to rectify the ghost incident, and the cause and effect is related to the corpse god of the Four Evil Gods. They don't want to Conflict with the Nanyang Witch Cult?"

Wu Xiong nodded. He could only infer this for the time being, and he didn't know much more.

Once one thing is figured out clearly, it becomes easier to do more.

Now that this cause and effect has been taken over, the sign of Fuyu Mountain cannot be destroyed. The only thing at the moment is how to calm down the trouble caused by the Corpse God.

"Old Wu, where is the Corpse God? We might as well go find him."

Wu Xiong shook his head: "Sanghavarman's causal line has been broken, and the variables are endless. It can't be calculated or found. Unless he shows up to find us."

In Yang Ren's world, a corpse has to be hidden, and even Douzong's Qi-Watching Technique can't find it, and besides, that guy is one of the few top-notch ones in Nanyang.

Qin Kun was resentful. He always felt that this matter had to be resolved as soon as possible. After all, he also served as the protector of the East China Sea Fishing House, which was not a problem in the earthly world.

…

When Qin Kun woke up at noon the next day, Wu Xiong was gone.

According to the message, Wu Xiong said that he would ask his employer if there was any news about the Corpse God.

After dinner in the afternoon, Wu Xiong came in.

In the yard, Qin Kun stood on the swing with his arms folded across his chest and his eyes closed tightly. The swing swung back and forth, and Qin Kun's soles seemed to be glued to it, and his center of gravity was very stable.

Wu Xiong's eyes lit up.

balance!

For people in the Taoist sect, balance is one of the great ways. From the balance of yin and yang to the balance of the world, they are all worthy of understanding.

This was the first time I saw Wu Xiong after Qin Kun was promoted to the first class. The yin and yang in his body were in perfect harmony, and his whole body seemed to be integrated with the swing, which was very mysterious.

"Thousands of pounds are falling, keep quiet and steady, and shake the breeze with smooth steps. Qin Kun, your skills are getting better and better!"

Qin Kun opened his eyes and saw Wu Xiong coming. He smiled at him and slowly exhaled a breath.

“I saw a swing in the yard and was playing casually, but I didn’t expect to get distracted.”

Qin Kun sneered, and Wu Xiong even smacked his tongue.

Distracted? This should be meditating.

Entering trance on the swing... Wu Xiong has never heard of any Taoist master who can combine movement and stillness so perfectly. The approach of contemporary black dogs is indeed a different one.

Qin Kun asked: "Have you found the whereabouts of the Corpse God?"

"No."

"Then why are you so happy?"

"The employer said it was none of my business."

Wu Xiong shrugged, took out his karma account and shook it. There was still a lot of money.

Qin Kun was stunned. This is a matter of cause and effect, not a child's play. How can you say that everything is fine?

The two were wondering when they suddenly heard a siren blaring.

Brunei has a small population and a lower crime rate than other countries in Southeast Asia. The sudden reminder of police sirens made hotel guests a little confused. While others were inquiring, Qin Kun and Wu Xiong also walked over.

The lobby manager reassured everyone with a pleasant look: "Don't worry, everyone. I just made inquiries and found that two bodies washed up in the sea near Belacas Park in the afternoon. They should have been drowned."

Some passengers clicked their tongues with emotion, some passengers were suspicious, and some passengers were as indifferent as if nothing had happened.

Death by drowning is not uncommon in Southeast Asia.

If it wasn't a heinous crime, no one would pay attention to it.

Wu Xiong saw Qin Kun's expression was wrong and asked curiously: "What's wrong?"

Qin Kun frowned: "I can't tell, it feels a bit strange. I came out of the Ghost Village yesterday at Belakas Park. Why is it such a coincidence?"

Qin Kun and Wu Xiong looked at each other and both of them understood.

The disappearance of the cause and effect means the disappearance of the trouble.

The trouble is the Corpse God!

The corpse god Sanghavarman disappeared, and two more drowned people appeared in Belakas Park...

"Old Wu, do you think you will..."

"Yes! There are very few psychics in Nanyang, and the method of opening the ghost gate is slightly different from that in China. Living sacrifices are required to enter and exit the ghost towns and villages here!"

Qin Kun was startled, it was just as he imagined, that is to say... the Corpse God might have gone to the Soul Swimming Village!

…

In the Hunhun Village, Niu Meng, Zhang Bu and a group of ghost missionaries are currently on a ship.

On the bow of the boat, a Western man holding a musket was very curious.

"Hey, old ghosts from China, why do you want to help Swimming Soul Village?"

Yesterday, the Western men had a conflict with these ghosts. In the ghost market, all the brothers also showed their dead faces and prepared to fight. After all, pirates are not afraid of fighting. But in the end, the warships from other Ghost Villages suddenly came to the waters near Swimming Soul Village, and the battle stopped.

Not only that, the group of ghosts who had conflicts with him actually joined his side to help.

Zhang Bu's rotten face was as deep as the sea.

Niu Meng crossed his arms to his chest and stood erect on the bow of the ship.

Peipei stood on the side of the ship and looked at the broken ships that were besieged by other ghost villages.

The hanged man was hanging on the observation tower, his eyes full of excitement.

Shen Jianggui had already joined the sailors' team, raising the sails and turning the rudder, and he was extremely skilled in the operation.

Monk Shui clasped his hands together, pretending to be lazy.

The Black Snake Ghost King stood behind Zhang Bu and said to the Western man: "Help you? We just have official business."

There was an inhuman look in the black snake ghost king's vertical pupils. The Western man was very curious, but he stopped asking.

This group of ghosts had already shown their strength in order to get on the ship, and they were dozens of times stronger than he had imagined. With such combat power joining his side, he didn't care why these ghosts were helping the Swimming Soul Village.

"Okay! My lovely warriors, today those scum came to plunder the wealth of Swimming Soul Village again. We want them to pay the price for this stupid behavior!"

A shot breaks through the air, this is the signal for battle!

The sailors screamed strangely. At this moment, what could be more exciting than joining a gang to fight?

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