Ghost Shelter System

In May, a fruit truck in Nanshan Province headed north.

Qin Kun's cousin Qin Ming was sitting in the driver's seat. The driver, who was tall and thick, drove the car very steadily. The co-driver was an old woman, who was mumbling something as if she was practicing a spell.

There was a yawn from the sleeping area behind, as if someone had woken up.

"Er Ming, where are you?"

Qin Kun opened the curtain and stretched. Qin Ming smiled when he heard the words: "Brother, Lantian."

The car had entered the Qinling Mountains. Qin Kun looked out the window at the continuous rain. It seemed that there would be a good harvest in Guanzhong this year.

"Master Qin, can you tell me now what's in the back of the car?"

The old lady, the co-pilot, turned around and asked with a smile.

Mother Jiang.

This goddess from Yinchuan County, since she partnered with Qin Ming, has not only been ghost hunting part-time, but has also invested in the fruit industry in Qinjia Village.

The old woman has never been married. I heard that her two adopted daughters are already married. She likes to move around and work in her profession. Now that she has taken a stake in the fruit industry in Qinjiacun, she will have more stable income. Although Jiang Shenpo may not care about the dividends, she can still be considered a line with Qin Kun.

Qin Kun lit a cigarette and said, "The stuff in the back of the car must be fruit, what else could it be."

Grandma Jiang doesn’t believe this. You don’t want to keep these fruits fresh? The refrigeration in the cargo box was not turned on during this journey. I checked several times that not only was the fruit not rotten, but it was also freezing cold in the back. Is this just fruit? ? ?

Seeing that Qin Kun didn't want to answer, Grandma Jiang didn't want to ask any more questions. There were some things that were inconvenient to say openly, so it was okay for everyone to understand clearly.

Qin Kun glanced from the glass to the cargo box. Inside, there were more than a dozen ghost kings sitting on the fruit box with their eyes tightly closed. If an ordinary person could see this scene, they might find it a bit scary.

That's Baijiang Yang Qi and his story.

Ever since the situation in Swimming Soul Village got out of control, Qin Kun had made many preparations. At least he would not be too constrained to deal with these escaped ghost kings overseas.

But Qin Kun was a little surprised when Xu Facheng suddenly took over the mess.

Maybe it was arrogance. After Xu Facheng learned about the existence of the middle-aged Taoist, he might have felt guilty or had other thoughts. He felt that this matter started with him and should end with him, so he did not let Qin Kun and others continue to interfere.

This is what Miaoshan analyzed for Qin Kun.

Therefore, Miaoshan, Mo Wuji, Nie Yuxuan, and Qin Kun can only let Xu Facheng take over this mess to a certain extent. This is Xu Facheng's cause and effect. He has to bear the responsibility, and no one can control him.

But Baijiang Yang Qi and the others are not the same kind of people as those ghost kings.

This is pure Guanzhong old ghost who really wants to return to his hometown and is willing to follow the rules.

So Qin Kun asked Yang Qi to gather some fellow villagers and send them back specially.

The urn could not contain them, and they were allowed to run around without knowing the way and being struck by lightning. Qin Kun thought of his second brother Qin Ming. Qin Ming happened to be delivering a batch of goods, so they came out as if to relax.

…

night.

After the car was unloaded in Lintong, an SUV drove over.

"mom."

"dad."

This mother is the adopted daughter and son-in-law of Grandma Jiang.

That father's voice was Qin Ming's daughter Qin Xiang, and next to her was his daughter-in-law Zheng Zheng.

"Brother." Zhengzheng smiled and nodded to Qin Kun.

"Boss Qin." Grandma Jiang's adopted daughter also greeted, "I heard from my mother that I was taken care of by you in Yinchuan County. You are really a good person."

Qin Kun touched his nose, this sentence sounded a bit strange.

This time, it was Qin Kun who paid for it, because Qin Kun was originally the largest shareholder of the Qinjiacun Fruit Garden. He found an opportunity for everyone to come out and play, just in time to deliver goods, which can be regarded as fulfilling the responsibility of a fruit farmer boss.

Zhengzheng and her daughter came by plane, and the adopted daughter of Grandma Jiang happened to be married here. The thread was so perfectly connected.

For three days, Goddess Jiang and her son-in-law drove the car, and a group of people had a great time.

This time, Qin Kun was responsible for taking photos, which was a technical job. However, after a few trips, under the influence of Yuan Xinghan, Qin Kun's aesthetic attainments had made some progress, and everyone was very satisfied with the photos. Qin Xiang looked at the beautiful photo of herself and kissed Qin Kun several times.

At night, watching the water curtain movie is mesmerizing.

In the last row, Qin Kun sat there alone. Next to him were Yang Qi and a group of old ghosts, who were also dumbfounded.

"Master Qin, who is Yang Yuhuan?"

"Master Qin, where is the Tang Dynasty?"

"Master Qin, are this emperor and my king a rival?"

Questions came one after another, and Qin Kun could only answer them patiently.

The water curtain movie showed "Song of Everlasting Sorrow". It was also Qin Kun's first time to watch it. He was shocked by the light and shadow effect. There were scenery, light and fog on the water. The shocking music and special expression techniques made Qin Kun For the first time, Kun felt that art was really great, but the big bosses next to him were too noisy.

"After the Qin Dynasty, there was the Han Dynasty, then the Wei, Jin, Southern and Northern Dynasties, then the Sui and Tang Dynasties, please don't cause trouble to me. There is no enmity between the Tang Dynasty and your king. Have you seen the terracotta warriors and horses a few days ago? Those are the burial objects of your king. From now on, you can just guard the tomb of your king in the depths of Lishan Mountain. If you behave yourself, I will send someone to take you to watch water curtain movies in the future."

"Oh, okay." Yang Qi and the others nodded quickly. Damn it, the underworld is really interesting. What did those guys who were going to go back to their hometown to dominate the ghost town think? Fortunately, they followed Master Qin.

Three days passed quickly. They visited the Terracotta Warriors, Huaqing Pool, Lishan Mountain, and Lintong, which was considered a check-in.

The sky in Lishan was gloomy, not a good weather for tourists, but Qin Kun liked it.

It's time to say goodbye today.

Because it was about to rain, there were not many people on the mountain road. The end where tourists could walk was a dilapidated beacon tower. Qin Kun pointed at the undeveloped scenic spot and said: "From now on, this will be your place to live. It is to survive." Dissipate as you please, but we are all Qin people here, you ancestors should pay attention to your morality."

These sergeants, even if they have been dead for many years, still have the same simple minds.

After his death, he did not wander around the world, and he did not see many intrigues and intrigues. In addition, his nerves were simple and honest. When he heard that he was an ancestor, he felt a sense of mission to protect his descendants.

"Don't worry, Master Qin." Yang Qi stood at attention and said solemnly.

"I'm not worried about you, I'm worried about you..." Qin Kun gave everyone a hug.

The escorts don't call Cangzhou, the ghosts don't catch Changluo. Damn, this is the ancestral home of Taoism. If you mess around, the old Taoist priests in Zhongnan Mountain must have a bad temper. Who knows what kind of dragon is hiding here, what kind of tiger is crouching here, right? A person who hates evil as much as he hates it.

The tomb of the Emperor in Guanzhong is like a star, but I have never heard that it is haunted. Qin Kun knew with every finger that there must be an expert there.

These ghost kings are willing to abide by the rules, and they don't want them to be slaughtered.

Therefore, the sentence "If you want to survive, don't make trouble" is Qin Kun's last advice.

…

Zhengzheng and her daughter flew back, and their third brother Qin Liang from Nanshan Province drove to pick them up. Qin Ming was relieved, so he, Qin Kun, and Jiang Shenpo also drove the truck back the same way.

When driving through Lantian, the truck was filling up water. Behind Qin Kun, a wave of spiritual power suddenly came over.

"Um?"

There were two bowls of noodles on the table by the roadside. An old Taoist priest was eating noodles. When Qin Kun came over, he looked at Qin Kun with a smile.

The old Taoist priest had hot pepper stuck to the corner of his mouth, peeling garlic in his hand, and said in the local dialect: "What?"

Qin Kun thought for a while and sat across from him: "What?"

The old Taoist priest laughed: "The Taibai Star in the Thirty-Six Heavens will bring enlightenment to the six realms of eternity. At Changgeng Mountain, Li Pu will be honored."

Qin Kun frowned and found another bowl of noodles on the table with chopsticks.

Obviously, if both bowls of noodles belong to an old Taoist priest, he cannot prepare two pairs of chopsticks.

So he stirred the noodles and ate them.

"In Changgeng Mountain, there is only one biography from Li Cun. Where did you come from?"

Qin Kun was immersed in eating noodles, and the old Taoist priest was also engrossed in eating noodles.

"The reason why he thinks he is a single disciple is that he must have thought that all the elders of the sect are dead."

"So, there are actually descendants of Changgeng Mountain who are still alive?"

"Of course, it's just that the old Taoist traveled around the world and hasn't heard from him for many years."

"Then why are you here?"

"Then why did you bring in a group of ghost kings?"

"To tell you the truth, Da Qin old ghost, fallen leaves return to their roots, I just fulfilled their obsession."

"Oh?" The old Taoist priest seemed not to have expected this.

Qin Kun had the illusion that at that moment, the old Taoist priest wanted to keep asking questions, then accumulate anger and beat himself up. But after knowing the specific situation, he seemed to give up.

After finishing a bowl of noodles, Qin Kun smacked it in his mouth. The taste was just average. The noodle stall run by a part-time owner who added water to repair tires and repair cars on the roadside really didn't taste that good.

He drank the noodle soup and looked at the old Taoist priest: "Why did you treat me to noodles? Do you want to teach me a lesson?"

The old Taoist priest laughed: "I had a bad temper when I was young, but I am not so aggressive now. But the first reason is that I really want to teach you a lesson after you are full, and put ghosts in my prison. Ha (bad)."

"What about the second reason?"

"I didn't bring any money."

"..." Qin Kun was speechless and suddenly smiled: "I didn't bring it either!"

It was obvious that the old Taoist priest was playing with the human world and wanted to play with the freedom and ease of a master, so that he could use it as a bargaining chip. However, he found that Qin Kun had finished drinking the noodle soup and ran away quickly.

"Er Ming, drive!"

The truck drove away, the old Taoist priest was dumbfounded, and the noodle stall owner came over: "Two bowls of noodles."

The old Taoist priest scraped together things here and there, took out seven yuan, and looked at the boss pitifully.

The boss sighed and waved his hand impatiently: "Let's go, let's go."

The old Taoist priest stood alone on the side of the road, looking at the direction Qin Kun was leaving, and gritted his teeth angrily: "What the hell! I'm not done with you!"

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