Ghost Shelter System

The Corpse God obviously understands Chinese writing.

After seeing a brown bear that could write, I was even more shocked than I could have come to this world.

"Who is this bear?"

"A follower..." Qin Kun was helpless. It wasn't that he didn't want to save people, but the other group fighting with them was also Chinese.

The palms and backs of my hands are full of flesh, which makes it difficult for me to cook.

Next to him, the Corpse God took a breath of cold air.

The most spiritual thing!

In all his years of living, he had only seen one white elephant that could write. That white elephant was Bu Lungpu's mount. How could such a spiritual creature be lucky enough to see a second one?

"Little furry bear, I'm here to help you!"

The Corpse God was obviously more interested than Qin Kun and quickly entered the scene. Qin Kun hesitated and found someone taking action on his behalf, and happily stood aside.

In the field, several monks and lay people were shocked when they discovered that there was a monster in the field.

"Who are you? Tell me your name!"

"The ghost fire on the sandbank, the corpse demon on the desert island, and the corpse of the Nanyang Buddha. The names are not worth mentioning." The corpse god's voice was loud and full of energy.

"Haha, my Buddhist teachings are profound and profound. This is the first time I have seen the transformation of the cultivation method? What is the use of keeping such stinking things if they don't die in fire and nirvana as soon as possible?"

There was a mix of monks and laymen who came here, and the Corpse God was despised at first. Then the first woman said, "The White Lotus Association is here to protect ourselves. Has this Corpse Demon ever heard of the name of the White Lotus Sect?"

"I've heard a little bit, but I don't know much about it." Corpse God sneered.

Next to the woman, a monk said angrily: "Why are you laughing so stupidly?"

The Corpse God said calmly: "Looking at you, you are also practicing Buddhism, but your knowledge is so shallow. Do you think I am cultivating corpse slough?"

The monk blushed and said, "What else?"

"You are stupid. How can those who practice Buddhism not know that the second of the seven Buddhas in the past is Kolira?"

After the corpse god said this, he trembled all over, and the power of corpses was overwhelming. This was the breath of death, not the breath of danger. This breath made people suffocate, and would give rise to thoughts of death.

The monk across from him inadvertently inhaled the corpse gas. His whole body was cold, his Buddha mind was unstable, his spirit was in pain, and he almost wanted to sit down and die.

The woman's eyes narrowed: "The body is like foam and the heart is like wind, illusory and rootless. It turns out that you are cultivating the Corpse Abandonment Buddha!"

The Corpse God smiled: "Good knowledge."

The woman shot a Buddha's light into the monk's Brahma acupoint on the top of his head, and shouted: "Wake up, wake up, that's the corpse energy of death!"

The monk's head was filled with the shadow of a white lotus, and he slowly woke up. At this moment, a group of people around him immediately became vigilant.

Hard work!

This guy who looks like a monster is actually an extremely powerful person! Just the breath can plunge the mind into eternal pain, so it should not be underestimated!

Seeing their appearance as if facing a formidable enemy, the Corpse God waved his hand: "Go away. I was once saved by a Chinese, and I swore not to hurt a Chinese hair. I will spare your life today!"

The leader of the woman had a complicated expression. At this moment, the fellow student behind him wanted to say a few words to regain the situation, but she stopped him.

"I didn't expect that there would be someone like you on Sanxian Island. I thought everyone who should have left has gone. Humph, we're in bad luck!"

After the woman finished speaking, she led her companions away.

The blond woman and the old man in Han attire were sitting on the ground as if they were exhausted.

saved……

The old man in Hanfu looked back and saw a zombie monster standing there, talking to a brown bear. He swallowed and asked the blonde woman: "Gu Lixian, is this your friend from Loulan?"

The blond woman shook her head: "Maybe he is a friend of Aisili Khan."

At this moment, the brown bear did not expect that this zombie monster would actually help him. It scratched its head and could not see any trace of Qin Kun. It thought that the other party was Qin Kun's group, so it could only write on the ground: "Thank you for your help."

The Corpse God was very interested: "No need to thank me, it's just fun to see you."

The brown bear discovered that the corpse god was touching his body while he was talking. The bear's eyes were shocked and he raised a sign.

'what are you up to'

The Corpse God clicked his tongue: "What a good seedling, don't be afraid. I see that you are destined to teach you a set of secret techniques. With your spiritual intelligence and animal blood and Yang soul, whether you can succeed or not depends entirely on luck."

The brown bear was confused, but found that the Corpse God had stuffed a yellowed leather scroll into it.

The corpse god and demon sighed as if he was stunned: "This technique is my lifelong effort, but it is a pity that several disciples are not physically strong enough to practice it. I have personally experimented for sixty years, and transformed into a human and a ghost, but it is only half the success. I Only then did I realize that this secret technique was not practiced by humans at all, and since you are lucky enough to have opened your spiritual wisdom, I gave it to you."

Well?

The brown bear didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He felt that the zombie monster in front of him seemed to be ill, and the illness was unclear.

The chat was short and the inheritance was sloppy.

While the brown bear was still writing, he found that the strange walking corpse had gone away.

"Asili Khan, what did he just say to you?"

The blond saint Gu Lixian and the old man in Hanfu came over. Brown Bear raised a sign suspiciously: 'He saw that I was extremely talented and taught me a set of exercises.'

Gu Lixian flipped through the book, and the brown bear didn't mind.

The old man in Hanfu next to him glanced at it a few times. What kind of stuff are these, ghost-drawing charms?

After thinking about it, I sighed: Just save people, why would you lie to a bear? It's too much.

…

When the Corpse God left the brown bear and his party, he spotted Qin Kun not far away. At this moment, Qin Kun looked at him with a strange look.

"Chinese boy, is something wrong?"

"You just passed the mantle to a bear?"

The Corpse God looked at Qin Kun with disdain: "My most qualified disciple Chili has been abolished by you. The method of raising life is not suitable for my mantle, so why not pass it on to Xiong?"

When they were in the Demon City, Chili Evil Master, one of the Eight Great Evil Masters of Nanyang, was punched to death by Qin Kun. Now he is lying in an unknown place. He and Tiiming Evil Master are both disciples of the Corpse God, but Qin Kun felt that Yes, these two guys are obviously far worse than the Corpse God.

Sanghavarman sighed: "My witchcraft practice has always been wrong. I discovered it decades later. Because of my extraordinary qualifications, I never noticed it until I discovered that Chili and Mingti's strength was far inferior to After becoming the disciple of other old guys, I felt a little regretful, but unfortunately it was already too late."

"As I have practiced to this point, I have made this set of witchcraft very strict. It is difficult for the human body to practice it. I am afraid that only wild beasts can bear the pain."

The Corpse God thought for a while and waved his hand, "Let's not talk about it anymore. There are only three evil gods in Suojiao. The corpse technique starts and ends by itself, which is the best result."

Qin Kun could not sympathize with the sadness of the Corpse God. He only felt that the old monster was broken.

You haven’t even thought about it. No matter how smart that bear is, he can’t understand your words...

Yes, Qin Kun is not going to mention this matter again.

Walking from the bottom of the mountain to the top of the mountain, only two of the several dragon statues were left. Qin Kun pointed at these statues and said: "When Tiyevarman wins the jade of immortality, he will come here to inlay it. Just wait here for him." . There is a world of sand, a cause and effect of water, and there are many miscellaneous roads. If you walk randomly, you will easily get lost."

Sending the other party all the way here, Qin Kunren has done his best.

If he didn't feel that the corpse god was not hostile, Qin Kun wouldn't bother to make such an effort to get to know him.

"Young boy from China, you once had a bad relationship with the Gu God Harfulo, and you were originally on his must-kill list. However, I am meeting you today, and I will help you settle things with the Gu God."

Qin Kun originally brought him here with the intention of monitoring him, but when he saw that the Corpse God had paid him back as promised, Qin Kun was happy to accept it.

"Don't tell me that I have forgotten that the old man covered in bacteria actually put me on the must-kill list?"

When I went to Thailand, when I was fighting with the priest of Dashu and the monk of Tianli, the Gu God once intervened, but was later repulsed. I didn't expect that he would actually hold a grudge against him.

"Haha, Hafuluo will definitely retaliate, but there is no need to worry."

"Well, then I'll take the first step. By the way, old monster, your witchcraft is very similar to the Chinese corpse refining technique. Some of my friends are also walking corpses. Can you ask me what the disadvantages of this witchcraft are?"

Corpse refining?

"You are talking about the guys from Wuwu Country. Although I did not participate in the battle between Jiaoyi Island and Wuwu Country, I have been to Jiaoyi Island later. Most of the corpse refining techniques in South Asia are insect corpses. Transformation, to put it bluntly, is still a witchcraft. My witchcraft has a certain connection with China. It is said that the ancestor brought it to Nanyang from China. This technique originated in the Western Regions and was integrated into the secret arts of southern Xinjiang. I am not very aware of its disadvantages. Clearly, I think everything is fine. After all, I have been practicing this technique since I was fifteen years old. It has been sixty years since my body was able to produce blood. I can’t share the rest with you, but every time a period of time passes, my memory will appear significantly. decline."

"Well... okay then. See you later!"

Qin Kun waved his hand and disappeared on the top of the mountain.