Ghost Shelter System

The giant turtle made a boat and flowed eastward with the water.

About an hour later, the old fox stood beside Qin Kun and reminded him: "Master Qin, Guangling is coming soon."

The vaginal passage was very fast, and before I could feel it, I heard the old fox say that the destination was coming. Yuan Xinghan couldn't help but stepped forward: "I dare to ask the old doctor, the Guangling you are talking about...is Yangzhou?"

The old doctor's words made the old fox very happy.

"Exactly. The young man speaks politely and has an ordinary aura. He is not a member of the secret sect, right?"

Yuan Xinghan nodded: "This time I am going out with Qin Dao to see the world. I am a painter."

"It turns out he's a painter! I've admired you for a long time. We in the Tushan lineage also imitate humans in reciting poems and painting, but our talents are limited. This is a pen I made from hair back then. Seeing that you are destined, I gave it to you. I hope you will cherish it!"

Qin Kun was stunned. This old guy actually gave him a big gift just because of his honorific title. I hope he will live forever.

Isn't your temper like this just now?

Yuan Xinghan was also flattered. He took the brush and found that the length was just right and the softness was just right. He glanced at Qin Kun, who nodded and said that it was not a ghost or ghost weapon, so he could accept it with confidence.

"Thank you, old doctor. I will cherish it! If you have the opportunity to visit Jiangbai Lake, I will entertain you well."

"Hahahaha, it's fate that we meet each other, I'm determined!"

Yuan Xinghan saluted, and the old fox pretended to stroke his beard. A gift given by fate was a good story that could be passed down. After pretending for many years, he finally met him today. He was also very happy. Besides, the other party didn't look down on him because he was a beast in disguise. He liked this kind of Yang person.

The giant turtle stopped at the fork of the river mouth. The old fox and Yuan Xinghan exchanged greetings for a long time before everyone was sent ashore by the turtle shell boat. The old fox on the bow was much more pleasing to the eye than before, and he said goodbye to everyone with cupped hands.

On the shore, the giant turtle went away, and the members of the travel agency looked at Yuan Xinghan with envy.

The second person who was gifted a treasure by ghosts and spirits appeared.

"Brother Yuan, good luck!"

"Brother Yuan, let me take a look at this..."

"It's so exquisite, it seems like it's not ordinary..."

"Hmph, people who engage in art are indeed not ordinary people. Apart from me, they can also be favored by these ghosts and spirits. Not bad." Wu Senran took out the hairpin given by the female ghost a long time ago and commented on Yuan Xinghan seriously.

Tu Xuanxuan is the most envious. She has worked at Ghost Story Radio for so many years, and it is not like she has never encountered gifts from ghosts. I heard Qin Kun mention it before that she has many listeners from the underworld, but most of the gifts given by those listeners are The wreaths, yellow paper, incense and candles were so angry that they pissed people off.

This was the first time Dou Lin saw such a strange thing, and he began to wonder if he would also encounter such a good thing. After all, the fox-hair brush looked unusual.

After they finished chatting, Qin Kun said to everyone: "It's getting late, let's find a place to stay."

"Uncle Qin, isn't this Guangling... Why does it look a little remote..."

"We are taking the yin path. We haven't gone to the yin world yet. Come on, I will take you out."

Qin Kun said, getting ready to kick him.

Suddenly, a large ship came from the east, which was very exquisite.

When everyone looked at it, there were sparks and laughter. Although the light of the building was green, it was not filled with evil spirits. Instead, it looked like a gathering of literati.

"Director Qin, what kind of ship is that?" Tu Xuanxuan's eyes widened. The ship appeared not far away in the blink of an eye. It was a mess.

Wu Senran said: "Idiot, this is the Yin Road, then... it must be a ghost ship."

On the deck, many phantoms surrounded an old man, and words of welcome and flattery could be heard endlessly. It seemed that the old man was a big shot.

"Qin Taixu, you old guy died in a foreign land and you didn't know you were coming back! Today I brought my disciples across the border to greet you, but I risked violating taboos!"

"Hahahaha, brother Lu Zhi is so loving. I didn't expect that I would return to my hometown and see my brother greet me thousands of miles away. I'm ashamed, I'm ashamed!"

"Don't talk nonsense, quickly recite your poems and poems from back then, so that I can teach these young people what it means to sing the most beautiful song of the Chinese Valentine's Day."

It was the end of July, Chinese Valentine's Day was approaching, and the building boat was sailing beside everyone. Qin Kun and others saw the old man on the bow of the boat looking towards the shore, smiling and nodding.

Although it was a shadow, the smile was very friendly. Out of politeness, Yuan Xinghan, Tu Xuanxuan and others also smiled at the old man and returned the greeting.

The old man withdrew his gaze, glanced around the deck, looked at the stars in the sky, and chanted as if reminiscing.

"Xianyun made a mistake..."

As soon as the eternally famous poem begins, for some reason, it makes people's skin crawl and their hairs stand on end.

"...Flying stars spread hatred, and silver men are far away in darkness. When gold, wind, jade and dew meet, they will defeat countless people in the world."

The old man is reminiscing, reminiscing about his high-spirited appearance many years ago, his chanting and emotion, why is it not his glorious life.

"Tender love is like water, good times are like dreams, and we can't bear to look at the Magpie Bridge on our way home. If our love lasts for a long time, how can we be together... day and night!"

The sound echoed, the building and the boat moved away, and after the shock, the cheers continued.

Wu Senran froze on the shore, looking at the old man in surprise. It was not until the building was out of sight that he squeezed Qin Kun's arm: "Qin... Qin..."

"Qin what?"

"That's Qin Guan!"

Who is Qin Guan? Qin Kun didn't remember it, but he knew the poem. It seems to be Chang Wei's breakthrough after beating Laifu.

Wu Senran shouted hard towards the building boat, as if he wanted to get on. Huo Qi wondered: "You are not a cultural person, why do you like to join this circle?"

"I used it when I wrote a love poem to Bai Wenjing some time ago... I have to say hello to his old man... It's best to get an autograph..."

Everyone was helpless, and Qin Kun was speechless. He picked up Wu Senran and said, "I died in a foreign land, and my soul finally returned to my hometown. Why are you just joining in the fun and going out?"

After that, he raised his foot and kicked, the sound of breaking glass appeared, and the surrounding scenery disappeared inch by inch.

Night, Guangling.

Heavy traffic.

The day in July is suitable for gathering with friends.

Have a drink, brag, share your happiness, and vent your depression.

There are many night markets and the fragrance is filling the air.

Walking from the riverside, everyone had a late night snack and found a hotel nearby to stay.

The next morning, the sun was just right.

Speaking of the beautiful scenery of Guangling, we have to mention the gardens.

The exquisite gardens that can be seen everywhere are the ancients’ pursuit of architectural aesthetics and living environment.

The garden is the biggest feature here, so after everyone got up the next day, they went out one after another without waiting for Qin Kun to arrange it.

They have been to this place before.

The famous capital of Huaizuo is the best place in Zhuxi. It is the most famous praise given by the ancients to this place.

Tu Xuanxuan has been here before Yuan Xinghan and Dou Lin.

Coming here again, revisiting the old place, I still feel as happy as ever. From ancient times to the present, many famous stories have been written here. The three of them became tour guides and started to visit with a few enthusiastic members.

It was already noon when Qin Kun woke up.

During this time, my energy became more intense, but my sleep also became deeper and deeper.

I don't know why, but after getting stronger, the resting time should be reduced, and the biological clock becomes regular, but after falling asleep, I wake up later and later.

At 12:30, Qin Kun finished washing up. Tu Xuanxuan and the others had already strolled to Slender West Lake. She told him not to worry, so Qin Kun went out alone.

The Wu Ding Bao recommended by the locals was pretty good, but I bought a little less.

After Qin Kun barely ate his food, he heard a complaint.

"Master... there's not enough food..."

"Eat! You just know how to eat! I haven't found a formal job since I joined the world!"

"What should I do..."

"Can you go back? Aren't you afraid of the sun?"

"I... seem to be less afraid of the sun and fire after smelling the aroma of the food."

A Taoist priest wearing facial makeup and a thin male ghost with a belly as big as a drum walked among the crowd, very unusual.

The Taoist priest wore a mask, but no one noticed.

The male ghost is also not afraid of the blazing sun above his head and the sun fire around him, which is very strange.

However, when passing by an ordinary Yang person, the male ghost will not affect the Yang person's shoulders and the Yang fire of the heavenly spirit, which is quite strange.

One person and one ghost stood next to the pot sticker shop, swallowing saliva. The Taoist priest touched his body and saw that the food money was still enough, but not much.

Embarrassed.

Suddenly, a voice came from behind them.

"Boss, three portions... no, six portions of pot stickers!"

"okay."

The two turned their heads, and the Taoist priest's face turned into a look of shock.

"Qin Kun? Why are you here!"

The Taoist priest is none other than Mo Wuji.

Qin Kun was very puzzled. How could Xiao Wang's master, Mo Daoye, known as Liangyi Immortal, be in such a state of embarrassment?

"I'm here with a group tour, what about you? Why are you here?"

It's not surprising to see Xu Facheng here, because Maoshan is nearby, but why did he see Mo Wuji?

Mo Wuji coughed dryly: "I, a starving ghost, am about to break through to become the Ghost King. The Heavenly Oracle said that I need to be saved, and that I want to come here to fulfill my last wish..."

Qin Kun raised his eyelids and said, "Hey, this guy looks humble, but he didn't expect that he has such high potential?"

"Ghost King?"

The three of them sat at the table, and Qin Kun looked at the starving ghost in shock.

The starving ghost nodded sheepishly: "I've met Mr. Qin!"

"Don't be polite. If you tell anyone, you will make Niu Meng and the others jealous to death."

The starving ghost said solemnly: "It may not be possible to break through. The key point is that I have been too hungry recently. The incense offered by the master is enough, but I am still hungry and uncomfortable... Sometimes anger will breed because of this. The master said that the seal of the heavenly decree is I mentioned that I might have a breakthrough, so take me here for a walk to see if there is any chance..."

Qin Kun nodded, this was the task given by the system.

"Mo Wuji, are you out of money?" Qin Kun got straight to the point.

The relationship with Mo Wuji has become more and more harmonious over the years, and we still need to help each other. Qin Kun has never been stingy when it comes to giving generously.

But Mo Wuji said bluntly: "I have no money. I have seen two children get seriously ill along the way, and I have donated all the money I have saved over the years."

child? patient? Donated?

Qin Kun seemed to understand: "Cause and effect don't work out like this. You don't owe them anything..."

There are countless births, old age, sickness and death in the world. Taoist priests do good out of love, not out of duty. If every Taoist priest were to save and help others like Mo Wuji, he would not be able to save them and would have to kill himself.

Mo Wuji nodded: "I know it too. But their accent is Ba people, and those two children were both possessed by evil spirits. I feel guilty... But they are fine now. Their spirits have improved, but their bodies are weak." It's so bad that I'm afraid you'll have to stay in the hospital for more than a year, so I gave you some money...just think of me as trying to make your peace of mind go away."

If so, Qin Kun would have nothing to say.

The pot stickers were put on the table, and the hungry people ate them quickly.

After a few mouthfuls, the crispy and fragrant pot stickers turned into ashes and fell. Qin Kun pushed the ones in front of him and continued to ask Mo Wuji, "Have you recently joined the world?"

"Sometimes I do rituals with Feng Du Guan, and sometimes I go to sing opera after an incident to get a good meal."

"I can't tell you that you are considered a poor man in the world of life and death."

Mo Wuji was speechless: "Humph, Qin Heigou, your Xiao Wang hasn't been given the gift of repair yet, has he?"

Ouch...

It's on the right track.

Qin Kun likes this kind of philistine. There is no difference between people in the secret sect and ordinary people. Maintaining the yin and yang is the sect's teaching, but you also have to fill your stomach.

Qin Kun wanted to take out a sum of money and give it to Mo Wuji, but after thinking about it, he rolled his eyes and sneered: "You are the one who wants to accept my son as a student, I beg you?"

"You need some face!"

"Hey, stop talking nonsense, my son does not lack a master."

"No, once you are a teacher, you are always a father. My ancestors said so, he is also my son!"

"Mo Wuji, you are such a fool!"

Mo Wuji smiled and his face changed: "More than that, there's a lot of skin."

Qin Kun rolled his eyes at the other person, pretending to be impatient and said: "Okay, Taoism talks about three hundred, six hundred and nine. Do you think three hundred or six hundred is more appropriate?"

Mo Wuji stood up suddenly, slapped his hand on the table, foaming at the mouth: "Three hundred? Where are you sending the beggars?"

Qin Kun pursed his lips towards the starving ghost: "Aren't you just sending me to beg for food?"

"I..." Mo Wuji's whole body was covered with mirage.

Behind, there is a stage, on which people are singing and changing their faces, and in front of them is a hot pot.

Qin Kun was stunned, and he was sweating coldly when he saw the pot of red oil.

Mo Wuji pointed at the hot pot and said, "If you eat hot pot with me, I'll take it for three hundred!"

"I..." Qin Kun looked at the bubbling soup pot and felt a little pain in his butt.

"Mo Xizi, we are all friends, let's change it into a couple..."

"You're dreaming!"

Qin Kun cupped his hands and said, "You are amazing. That's it. I'll pay you three thousand..."

Mo Wuji sneered and turned his head to the side.

Qin Kun discovered that many waiters appeared in the mirage world and began to help him out.

What kind of Taoism is this! Fuck me?

It's not a good idea to take action at this time, as you will lose your composure and fall behind. Not even if he didn't take action. I felt that the waiter was a fool and would feed him directly.

"Master, please taste it!"

The waiter brought the chicken gizzards out of the red soup pot in front of him. Seeing the waiter eager to feed it to his mouth, Qin Kun felt choked in the nose and hissed: "Mo Wuji, thirty thousand! I Thirty thousand! Not enough?... Sixty thousand! Then... that ninety thousand!!! You must teach my son well and cultivate the ninety thousand!!! Also, from now on, he will be replaced by a mandarin duck!"

Hearing the number ninety thousand, Mo Wuji was secretly happy. He waved his hand pretending to be indifferent. The mirage disappeared and Qin Kun finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"Qin Heigou, you said this, I didn't force you."

When the surrounding environment recovered, Qin Kun took a bite of the pot stickers and curled his lips: "Next!"

After a while, 90,000 yuan was received from his mobile phone account, and Mo Wuji was very happy: "It's rare to see us here, thank you for the hospitality, I will leave first!"

After Mo Wuji hummed a little tune and left, Qin Kun returned to a relaxed expression from a frown on his face.

Tangtang is super first-class, it’s really hard for him to play in the mirage for such a small amount of money... I have to act for his face, tsk tsk tsk tsk, it’s not easy for me, Mr. Qin, either.

Also, how did this guy invent the hot pot mirage...? Damn, this is a bit wild! If this were combined with Xu Tao's ghost skills, it would be like eating, drinking, prostitution and gambling... No, Xu Tao must not be allowed to know about this.

…

Meeting Mo Wuji was an accident. After parting with him, Qin Kun reunited with the others in He Garden in the afternoon.

A group of people had almost finished shopping and were taking a rest in the garden.

"Director Qin, where should we go tonight?"

Tu Xuanxuan looked at Qin Kun, but Qin Kun shook his head in surprise.

"Not going anywhere."

"Why? Many tragedies have happened here. Do we... want to record them?"

Tu Xuanxuan's original intention was good, but Qin Kun still shook his head.

When Chu Qianxun originally planned the four routes, he specifically mentioned this route and it must be placed at the end.

There was a fierce battle between the Qing army and the Nanming army, and Guangling was not sealed for ten days after it was captured. This was a truly tragic scene on earth, comparable to purgatory.

No one can stop the hostility of the wronged souls. Therefore, it is extremely not recommended to engage in abnormal activities here.

"I saw you and had fun along the way. This stop is for you to relax. We will go back tomorrow."

Dou Lin had no regrets. He took a lot of photos along the way. Although most of them had no images, he also gained a lot of abnormal insights.

Prince Mi has no regrets. It is enough for him to participate for the first time. The historical tragedy here... he still feels that it is better not to see it. The purpose of looking for excitement is to stimulate inspiration, not to increase the psychological shadow.

Yuan Xinghan's expression was very solemn. He had heard about local affairs and Qin Kun's arrangements were very good.

Some tragedies have passed and may remain in people's hearts, but these are old wounds that cannot be opened, and it is best not to be opened. Everyone will feel pain.

Tu Xuanxuan realized that her behavior was also very inappropriate, and stuck out her tongue: "I didn't think about it well."

Hodge was extraordinarily quiet. He felt empathy. Once he was in the situation, whether he could break away or not was a matter of two questions.

Qin Kun was relieved when he saw that no one objected to his arrangement.

Chu Qianxun specifically mentioned it before.

There are many big ghosts here. The level of fighting was even more fierce than that of Jiefanying and Jinyiwei in Jinling City. Moreover, this is the only waterway in Yincao Five Elements Nishui Dock that does not have a stronghold.

It is said that Yu Jianggu sent people here three times, and all of them were killed without leaving a trace. This shows the ferocity of the local ghost people.

They come here to travel and just look for inspiration, not to find trouble. If Qin Kun appeared and angered them and destroyed the balance of yin and yang, it would be a serious sin.

"Okay, let's find a restaurant nearby today to celebrate the closure of tourism! I'll treat you!"

Yuan Xinghan was in a good mood after receiving the brush given by the old fox, and announced with a pat on his thigh.