Ghost Shelter System

The poor mountains and harsh waters may be a reflection of an East Korean village.

Spring planting is about to begin. Every year at this time, the village will pay homage to the Empress Houtu to pray for a good harvest, and this year is no exception.

There are more than 300 households of villagers, and each family will pool some money to buy sacrifices and put them on the altar. The Han family does not have an ancestral hall, but there is an ancestral grave. Everyone has worshiped their ancestors and put incense in the Houtu Temple next to the ancestral grave. After the tributes are placed, the ceremony is officially completed.

Every household has a stick of incense, and the incense burner is full of them. The temple of Houtu Empress is not big, but there is a lot of incense. Everyone will wait for the incense to burn out before leaving. If someone's incense is extinguished, it will be a sign of the Queen. It will not bless this year's harvest, so it must be lit immediately to continue.

In the evening, when the sky was dark, under the persimmon tree next to the ancestor's grave, a fat old lady stood there shivering, about to cry.

"A few, a few gentlemen...I didn't want to pretend to be Queen Mother Houtu. It's just that no one enjoys this incense. It's a pity..."

The fat aunt is a shadow, there is no shadow, the appearance of death is hidden, at least it is the cultivation of a ghost. At this moment, the fat aunt is looking sideways, cold sweat falling like rain on her face, her lips are trembling, not knowing what to do.

Who are these evil spirits? ! Are you looking for incense? Then grab it! What are you doing around me?

Next to the female ghost is the ghost mission left by Qin Kun.

Wutou, Yaoyao, Shi Sheji, Yu Jianggu, Di Renjie, Adou, Zhang Bu.

The ones with the weakest auras were the Headless Ghost and the Stone Snake Girl. The spiritual power fluctuations of the ghost generals could only be detected when they were close. The other ones were even more terrifying. The fat lady peeked at them. There were seven ghosts in total, five on their necks. There are Yin dragons!

If you are not afraid of fierce ghosts, you are afraid of having a tattoo on your neck!

This is too exaggerated!

She felt stung all over her body. She didn't say anything when she saw these ghosts. She could only bite the bullet and said: "How about... I will give you all the incense this year and let me go... I am just a farmer... …”

It wasn't until the last villager lit incense and left that the few ghost servants looked at each other and turned their attention to the fat aunt.

"Don't be afraid, we will not harm you, nor will we take away your favor."

The one who spoke was Zhang Bu, with a gentle and elegant smile, and even made a gesture of invitation, "Why don't you go over and enjoy the incense first and then we can chat?"

How can the fat aunt be in the mood? Brother, I don’t want to enjoy the incense, I want to die...

Seeing that she didn't move, Zhang Bu said again: "We are here for something. We need your help, so there is no need to be afraid."

After two attempts at consolation and a gentle attitude, the fat aunt's nervousness was relieved a lot. She looked suspiciously and found that although these people had Yin dragons behind their necks and must be the legendary ghost king, they had unusually good tempers and patience.

She asked carefully: "Sir, do you need me for anything?"

Zhang Bu glanced at Di Renjie and gave him the initiative.

Di Renjie glanced at Zhang Bu with interest, then stepped forward and said to the fat aunt, "Was my sister from Donghan Village during her lifetime?"

In a word, all the ghosts around were stunned.

Sister, sister...? ? ?

Zhang Bu also opened his mouth slightly...

Judge Dee, you are a bit frivolous!

You call such an old female ghost...sister?

Qin Kun's other ghosts didn't know Di Renjie's identity, and Di Renjie never revealed it. They only knew that the ghost was called Di Gong. He was actually an old ghost, but he could transform into a younger appearance. They knew nothing else.

But Zhang Bu had lied. He guessed that this guy was probably the most popular person around the Queen!

The Queen promoted the imperial examinations, and she was also a beneficiary. Judge Dee was well-known, and Zhang Bu felt that he was lucky to be able to coexist with him. But today was the first time that the two of them collaborated. As soon as Judge Dee opened his mouth, the relationship in Zhang Bu's heart was overturned. image.

You transformed into a handsome young man...is it really appropriate to call him that? Zhang Bu began to wonder if Duke Di had used some method when he came to power.

The fat aunt was also confused at this moment, looking at Di Renjie with her mouth open, and after a while she showed a hint of shyness, but the important thing is that Di Renjie used Bingzhou dialect, which made the distance closer.

"Brother is joking. I'm not from Donghan Village. I forgot where I came from. I came here ignorantly after my death. I didn't see any bull-headed or horse-faced men trying to catch me. I found that there was incense here, so I settled in. Don't forget. Forget it, it’s been decades…”

The fat aunt didn’t hide anything, and told the whole story.

Di Renjie smiled faintly and said: "I see. I have some important things to do here this time. I need to go from house to house to ask for dreams and clean up some things. But if we fall asleep rashly, they will definitely wake up and need your help to comfort them."

Di Renjie made a plan with everyone yesterday afternoon.

First, rely on Yu Jianggu's dream-entering ghost technique, then rely on Yaoyao's vines to draw some memories out of the villagers' minds, then let Shi Shenji petrify them to paralyze them, pull out the memories and rely on the headless ghost, and finally use Adou to appease those people .

But the plan has never been perfect, and I always feel that there are flaws somewhere.

After all, this group of people are fragile and can easily wake up from a dream. If they are forcibly trapped and prevented from waking up, they will be easily possessed by evil spirits. They are all big ghosts, and they have never done anything so delicate. There are so many people in the village, and if anything goes wrong, they will die.

So the plan was put on hold until today, when a festival was suddenly held in the village, and they happened to see the fat aunt. Di Renjie discussed it with Zhang Bu and then came up with a new plan.

The fat aunt was confused when she heard this, and asked in confusion: "Do you need me... to comfort them?"

The fat aunt looked at her coarse clothes and said with a grimace: "Although I live in the Houtu Empress Temple, I don't have much ability. I look like a poor man at first glance, and I scare them awake. How can I comfort them?"

There are spirits in temples, and ghosts are the source of temple spirits.

The fat aunt lived here accidentally. Over the years, she has become more and more similar to Houtu Empress, but she doesn't know how to transform, and even if she looks like her, she is still wearing the same clothes as before her death.

She felt that it was unreliable and that it would be detrimental to one's morality to scare people...

Di Renjie also fell into deep thought. That's right. Even if the fat aunt looks like the Queen Mother, who is the Queen Mother who wears such shabby clothes?

He looked at Zhang Bu, hoping that the other party could do something, but Zhang Bu was helpless.

At this moment, a little fat man came out of the ghost mission.

"It's not difficult."

"Give me beautiful clothes!"

The little fat man patted the fat aunt twice on the shoulder. The fat aunt suddenly felt like she was surrounded by a ghost, and a gorgeous dress replaced the previous shabby clothes, falling down like a waterfall.

This move made the surrounding ghosts all praise it!

Gift ghost magic!

This ghost technique is so special that it can only be performed by nobles during their lifetime. The higher the status, the more precious the ghosts can be given. In all these years, only the 16th prince has been able to gift a yellow mantle, and now I see another one!

Yaoyao and Shi Sheji's eyes immediately shone. While looking at the unattractive little fat man, they surrounded him and touched the clothes given to him.

real! There is no time limit, which means this is not a trick!

Zhang Bu was also curious, so he stepped forward and touched it, smacking his tongue and saying, "Sichuan brocade! What a guy...and Shu embroidery! What a great deal!"

The clothes are really nice, and the fat lady who used to have an ordinary temperament has transformed into something noble.

The little fat man thought about it and felt that there was something wrong with it.

"Given Zhu Chai jewelry!"

Even the hair on Zhu Chai's head is tied up, and the jewelry is hung on the ears, hung around the neck, and worn on the wrist. Her temperament is sublimated in place!

The little fat man looked at everyone: "Is this okay?"

Great!

Several big ghosts were surrounding the fat aunt. At this moment, they already looked a lot like Houtu Empress!

There's something about this side magic!

"Fat brother, I seem to be missing a ribbon, can you give it to me?" Yaoyao suddenly asked.

"Give me a silk scarf!" The little fat man patted the fat aunt on the shoulder and followed his words. A streamer wrapped around the fat aunt and started to dance under the infusion of spiritual power.

"That's awesome, fat brother!" Yaoyao's eyes shone, and she resisted the urge to get one for herself.

"It's okay, but you have to call me grandpa."

Yaoyao was confused.

The little fat man didn't say anything. He chuckled and said, "Then you continue to discuss."

After saying that, he drooled and climbed up the persimmon tree next to him.

The image problem was solved, and the fat aunt was no longer restrained. Yu Jianggu put his palms together and then pulled them apart. A water mirror appeared in the palm of his hand. The fat aunt was stunned by her beauty in the mirror.

Is this still me...me?

"Sister, can you help us now?" Di Renjie chuckled.

The fat aunt is a bit plump, but her image is acceptable. At this moment, she said indifferently: "Lead the way. Take me... let me go and have a look."

After a day and a night, the plan finally started to be implemented, and the ghosts breathed a sigh of relief.

At 11 o'clock in the evening, when midnight came, the villagers fell asleep one by one. A young family in the village closest to the ancestral graves suddenly saw several vague people in their dreams.

It was blurry and somewhat unclear. They were approaching him. The young man was a little nervous and wanted to rub his eyes to see who they were, but he still couldn't see them.

They were getting closer and closer, and the young man began to struggle, but a voice suddenly comforted him: "Don't be afraid, I... cough, I am Queen Houtu."

Yu Jianggu added ethereal special effects to the voice in his dream. The young man was stunned for a moment. The next moment, one of the several shadows in front of him became clear.

Empress Houtu?

The dim outline, pretending to be a ghost, the young man wanted to question, but suddenly, the dark dream lighted up, a plump middle-aged woman, dignified and luxurious, with a red hairpin and Shu brocade, wearing a shawl, she smiled very gently, her ribbons were flowing in the wind swing.

"Ah, what a queen!"

The young man immediately kowtowed.

Although he worships God every year, the land is still so poor and the village is still so poor. The young man does not believe in God, but this does not prevent him from worshiping her in his dreams.

"Get up. I'm here to protect your family's harvest this year. Now I want to see your memories. If you have a history of doing evil, this year's land will be confiscated!"

Everything the fat aunt said was taught by Zhang Bu, the simplest and most straightforward vernacular, and she also stated her purpose bluntly.

Hearing this, the young man immediately said: "Madam, the village is full of honest people who dare not do evil. I, Han Sanbao, am not afraid of tests. Please take a look!"

Next to him, a little girl walked out immediately, and the little girl became clear. Her head was wrapped in flower vines, and she looked quite cute. The young man looked at her suspiciously: "You are..."

"Humph, I am Fairy Chunyu."

ah!

"I've seen fairies!"

Such a cute little girl, I really saw a fairy today.

"No need to be polite, my spring rain vine will get into your head after a while, but don't be afraid, if you do something bad, this year's spring rain will not fall on your land."

After Yaoyao Aojiao finished speaking, she cursed in her mind, what kind of words did Zhang Bu make up, they were not solemn at all.

How can any god speak the vernacular!

Unexpectedly, Han Sanbao showed no resistance: "Come on, fairy, I'm not afraid!"

Yaoyao's vines entered his brain, and the vines and karma brought out crystal threads of memory. Han Sanbao did not feel uncomfortable, but the next moment, another person walked out of the shadow.

The man slowly solidified, and when Han Sanbao saw it, he was so frightened that he almost fainted.

A headless ghost! ! !

"Ah - you, who are you!!!"

The headless ghost hesitated several times, struggled several times, and turned upside down several times. Finally, he coughed dryly in his chest and said, "Xing, Xingtian."

Seeing the aggrieved look on the headless ghost's face, Yaoyao almost burst into laughter.

Han Sanbao was quite scared at first, but suddenly he became energetic: "Are you Xing Tian?! I like Xing Tian the most! Did you kill the Emperor of Heaven?"

The headless ghost pointed at Han Sanbao and warned: "Don't, don't talk nonsense! I will be punished by God!"

Han Sanbao nodded: "I understand."

After a moment, Han Sanbao asked doubtfully again: "What are you here for?"

"Uh...well..."

Seeing that the headless ghost seemed to have forgotten his words, Yaoyao said: "Master Xingtian will help you get rid of your evil thoughts. Once the evil thoughts are out, your family will be safe, and the Empress Houtu will bless your family's harvest this year!"

"That's it, come on!"

The headless ghost found the memory about Qin Kun and gently pulled it out, as easy as pulling out a hair.

The headless ghost became blurry again, and Han Sanbao was stunned: "Is this the end?"

He didn't feel anything yet.

Yaoyao's sweet smile also became blurry.

The fat aunt nodded and stroked the young man's head: "Good boy, go to sleep. There will be a good harvest this year!"