Ghost Shelter System

On a rainy night, at the entrance of the village, a richly dressed young man came, accompanied by four followers.

The young man held an umbrella. Under the umbrella was a chiseled face. His eyes were neither happy nor sad, but his lips were pursed tightly. He was a stranger on a rainy night. When the villagers looked at him, they looked at him with a touch of vigilance and a touch of sadness.

From the outside of the village to the entrance of the village, there was blood all the way, and there were also corpses that had not been restrained. When the young people passed by the corpses, they without exception bent down and closed their eyes.

Li Qingyang and several Sui soldiers followed, and they also felt that the oppressive atmosphere enveloped Master Qin.

So he followed Qin Kun's example and slowly closed the eyes of those neglected corpses.

There's a war...how can one not die?

This is a big village. Seven out of ten people in the village suffered disasters. I don’t know whether it was done by the defeated soldiers or the Sui army. Li Qingyang leaned close to Qin Kun and whispered: "Master Qin... we..."

Qin Kun raised his hand and stopped him: "It's not your fault, you are soldiers."

Professional soldiers, whose bounden duty is to obey orders, are nothing more than war machines.

They are executioners and cannon fodder, but they are not the instigators.

Qin Kun walked into a courtyard. In a mud house with broken doors and windows, there was an old man holding an unconscious little girl. The old man watched Qin Kun come in and looked at him in horror.

"You...who are you..."

"Wandering Taoist Priest."

Qin Kun stretched out two fingers and pointed at the little girl's forehead and abdomen. After a while, he took back his hand and looked at the leaking mud house.

"Girl is hungry and scared."

As he spoke, he took out the dried meat prepared on the way and handed it over.

"Grind it into powder, mix it with some water and feed it. The body is fine... As for the mental trauma... it will take a while to recover."

Qin Kun stood up, turned around and went out.

The old man didn't understand what mental trauma meant, but when he saw a large piece of dried meat in his hand, he burst into tears.

Good guy.

These days... not many people care whether they live or die.

Qin Kun led a few people into the second house.

On the ground was a middle-aged man, whose body was already cold.

Qin Kun straightened his clothes and wiped off the blood on his face. The women and children next to the man looked at Qin Kun in horror. Qin Kun knew that these people were frightened and said nothing until the body was After finishing cleaning up, Qin Kun threw down a piece of dried meat and left.

The woman and child stared blankly at the corpse, which looked much calmer than the previous one that was so haunting.

There wasn't much Qin Kun could do. Let the dead die in a dignified manner and let the living take care of their stomachs... It was considered insignificant.

Went to one house after another.

Qin Kun either said some words of comfort, or left some food, or made simple funeral makeup, or helped the helpless people light a fire, that's all.

We arrived at a house that didn't look like a human being. One of the walls had collapsed. There were four corpses in the house, an old woman, two children, and a woman. The only one alive was a man, whose eyes were numb.

His hands were covered in blood and he dug four pits. Li Qingyang and others silently stepped forward to help him bury the person, then helped him light a fire in a place where the rain would not get wet, and left silently.

Qin Kun has seen a lot of dead people since he started working, but he still can't stand this scene.

People are alive, who wants to die.

But no one really holds life in their own hands.

Before leaving the village, the rain had stopped.

Qin Kun looked at Li Qingyang and others covered in mud, and suddenly smiled softly: "I forgot to teach you."

Li Qingyang and the others didn't say anything. Suddenly, they found Qin Kun lightly swiping their eyebrows. They were stunned. Suddenly, the brother next to Li Qingyang trembled in teeth and told him to turn back.

Li Qingyang turned around and saw a scene he would never forget.

At the entrance of the village, behind them, there were more than a hundred ghost figures standing!

Either the cheeks are pulpy, or the intestines are leaking, or the body is covered in blood, or the limbs are missing. Li Qingyang's legs were weak, but he managed not to kneel down.

Qin Kun looked at these ghosts and said nothing.

Li Qingyang looked at Qin Kun, his whole body shaking like chaff. The three people next to him were also frightened, but for some reason, no one screamed.

Then, they saw the hundreds of ghost figures, all kneeling towards them!

As soon as he knelt down, Li Qingyang felt a loud buzzing sound in his mind like a bell being struck.

More than a hundred ghost figures knelt on the ground, kowtowed three times, then stood up slowly, left silently, and returned to the village.

quiet.

The ghosts dispersed, and the raindrops on the leaves fell on the ground, ticking.

Li Qingyang bit his lip, tears suddenly welling up.

"Master Qin, teach me."

He knelt down towards Qin Kun.

He didn't preach anything, just kneeling like that.

Qin Kun looked into the distance: "What can I teach you?"

…

The battle to destroy Chen has begun, and China is about to usher in the unification of China after the Five Husties. The world is filled with the spirit of change, and is also full of traces of blood and fire.

On the way forward, Li Qingyang watched a village being washed away with blood, and was about to go over to help as usual, but Qin Kun stopped them.

Can't help.

He could see the living people in the village, but he could also see the air of death hanging over the village.

This village will soon usher in a plague, and with their ability, they cannot save it...

After leaving the village, no one questioned Qin Kun's decision. When they came to a hillside, a man in monk's robes blocked their way.

"Amitabha, the poor monk followed the donor all the way. When he saw the donor's virtues and good deeds, he admired him in his heart."

The monk put his hands together and saluted, but Qin Kun asked Li Qingyang and others to wait for him in front.

He looked at the monk and smiled softly: "Is it because you haven't taken action after following him for so long because you haven't found a reason to live with your conscience?"

The monk smiled and said nothing.

Qin Kun asked: "Did you find it today?"

The monk nodded: "Why don't you save me when you die?"

"Can't be saved."

"Can't save and whether to save are two different things."

The monk walked slowly and forcefully hypnotized himself. He told himself that the person in front of him was hypocritical. It seemed that in this way, his conscience could live with him, and even if he killed someone, he would not let the Buddha's heart become dusty.

The monk's eyes were sharp, and Qin Kun didn't like this kind of monk.

He asked: "Then are you willing to save them?"

"Amitabha, this poor monk is willing to save the world from great suffering! So come and get your Buddha Wheel."

The monk said it solemnly.

Qin Kun laughed.

"Then come."

"Thousand-Armed Tathagata!"

The monk took action again, just like the previous two.

Vajra palms filled the sky, moving towards Qin Kun. Qin Kun saw that what was different from the first two people was that there were eight big ghosts in the opponent's palms!

The monk is taking action!

Eight big ghosts are also taking action!

This is not the presence of a ghost, nor does it absorb the power of a fierce ghost into the human body, but in terms of magic, it is integrated with the supported ghost.

Strange!

In one round, Qin Kun was knocked to the ground.

The monk could not hide the ecstasy in his eyes.

So easy?

But when I looked at Qin Kun again, I found that Qin Kun was still in his original position and hadn't moved.

The monk still didn't believe it.

There is no way you can hit it empty!

There are Buddha palms all over the sky again.

Around Qin Kun, several ghosts appeared.

Niu Meng, Skinner, Water Monk, Headless, Hanged Ghost, Shenjiang Ghost, Dong Ao, and Ma Lie appeared one after another. Whenever the previous ghosts couldn't resist, one more ghost would come out to help.

Qin Kun remained motionless, watching the ghost guards fighting with the monk.

"Sure enough, you are not a good person! You actually support so many ghosts and servants. This poor monk cannot spare you!!!"

As soon as the monk closed his palm, something suddenly changed again.

"Buddha with six roots of one heart!"

Six of the previous eight great ghosts suddenly merged into the monk's body.

Yan, ears, tongue, nose, body and mind, six roots and six consciousnesses, six ghosts and shadows struggle and change, the monk's speed, perception, and power burst out, and the fluctuations in spiritual power increase geometrically!

Gui Cha instantly cried out in pain, but it also aroused his ferocity.

Which of Qin Kun's ghosts is not a bad-tempered person?

Water Monk, who seems to be the most peaceful, is the one who likes to scold people the most. He looks like a headless ghost with a bad temper, and prefers to crush his opponent's head for fun.

In an instant, after the monk had the advantage for a moment, he suddenly found that the opponent's counterattack was even more terrifying than before!

The scorpion rope, the ghost grass thorn, the sky flood, the head-plucking technique and other ghost techniques were used desperately.

The Shenjiang ghost mirage world was used, and the Hebo Temple appeared to stabilize the mirage world. They kept cheering and shouting that they would kill the monk. The Hanged Ghost continued to move forward as cannon fodder, but was dispersed several times by the Six Buddhas. He became even more excited and clamored for the other party to kill him. The monk was bothered endlessly. The cattle and horses attacked fiercely together, and Peiping commanded the headless ghost to attack secretly. Dong Ao rode his horse to support, and succeeded every time.

Whenever the monk wanted to fight back, Monk Shui would be hit by a torrent from the sky, or a water column would erupt from the bottom of the river. He chanted the Buddha's name, feeling that the mirage of the Sinking River Ghost was too beneficial to him!

In the mirage world, after fighting for who knows how long, Qin Kun saw that the attacks between the ghosts and the opponent were slowly weakening.

Oneself gradually fell into inferior position.

Although they cooperated tacitly and surrounded one person, the other party was still too strong.

No matter what...the eight ghosts are just ghost generals.

"Why don't you fight? Come on!"

The monk noticed that Qin Kun had put away his ghost mission and roared.

Qin Kun stepped forward and put his hand on the other person's shoulder.

The monk was startled.

Then he heard a clatter and his eyes turned to the back.

A wisp of ghost entered the urn. The monk didn't understand how Qin Kun came to him, why he didn't react when he put his hand on his shoulder, and why he died after the other party's tricks didn't work.

There were so many things he didn't understand and no one could answer him.

Qin Kun twisted the monk's thread of cause and effect, and slowly gained a new understanding.

"It turns out... the Seamless Tower is really made of stone."

Just for a moment, Qin Kun simply wanted to end the battle, so he walked over and broke the opponent's neck.

But he could feel that he was not hindered by anything.

It was as if for a moment, he was a dead thing and no one was guarding him.

At that time, his thoughts were clear, his emotions showed no fluctuations, his goals were clear, and he had no distracting thoughts. He simply wanted to do something, and then he accomplished it.

Seamless, no leaks.

He doesn't even have murderous intent, can he get a glimpse of the secret?

Is this the original meaning of physical constitution?

No killing intent, no secrets, no destiny, just a pure thought...

No, that would be too simple...

Qin Kun put away the silk of cause and effect.

I still haven’t realized it yet, but that’s okay.

…

Nan Chendu City, Jiankang.

Finally, we bid farewell to all the mess along the way and arrived at the bustling city.

Along the way, the emotions of Li Qingyang and others were never high, then slowly became low, then became peaceful again, then high again, and then returned to nature.

When it’s time to eat, when it’s time to drink, it’s time to smile.

Some people have learned Qin Kun's makeup skills, but there is no way. Others can't learn it.

Some people have learned Qin Kun's fists and kicks. Of course they are vigorous and thorough outer martial arts. After all, they have the foundation. It's a pity that they still can't learn the more advanced Beng Jin, let alone the dragon technique.

Some people learned Qin Kun's ability to deal with ghosts. Their yin and yang eyes were opened by Qin Kun that night, but unfortunately it could not last long. It was only when Qin Kun poured spiritual power into their eyebrows that they could see the ghost's state. That was an external force.

However, Qin Kun taught them a damn formation - Qiming Formation. The four of them were practicing it, with varying degrees of strength.

Li Qingyang learned the most and was the most miscellaneous. Even so, Qin Kun felt that he could not even reach the third-rate level of life and death. However, he did not regret it. He had never planned to cultivate a strong ghost hunter. If your expectations are not high, you will not be disappointed.

Jiankang is very prosperous.

It was so prosperous that Qin Kun didn't expect the ancient city to be of such a scale.

Li Qingyang was also shocked by the grand scene in the city. It is said that the prosperity here is not inferior to Chang'an.

But Li Qingyang was a little disdainful: "The country is about to be subjugated, the front lines are being defeated one after another, and the city is still singing every night."

As he spoke, Li Qingyang spat, then looked at the dancer pouring wine next to him, and wiped his saliva.

Master Qin invites guests to listen to music tonight, which is a rare occasion.

At this time, Qin Kun discovered that someone was peeping at him in this luxurious restaurant.

What surprised him even more was that the method used to spy on him... seemed to be the Eyes of the Sky?

Jiankang is Jinling.

Maoshan is not far away.

If one were peering through the eyes of the sky, the identity of the other party would be almost obvious.

However, he didn't think about affecting the cause and effect here too deeply, so even if the other party was peeping at him, he had no intention of peeping at the other party.

With a gentle pinch, the Sky Eye exploded. Qin Kun finished his drink and was ready to take a good bath.