Ghost Shelter System

In Longhuai Ghost Market, there were numerous shroud shops, restaurants, and paper shops. Qin Kun and Chu Qianxun thoroughly raided them.

"Qin Kun...you are seeking death by buying so many shrouds!" Chu Qianxun was carrying a big burden and was very tired.

Qin Kun curled his lips and said: "Besides catching ghosts, what else do you know? Sister, this is a ghost land. There are countless ghosts who can extinguish your oil lamp. Are we really going to fight soon? Now think about how to honor ghosts properly. Let’s get to the point. Taking action is the last resort. If you really want to take action, there are plenty of opportunities.”

Qin Kun was also carrying a pile of shrouds. These were clothes from a time-honored shroud shop in the ghost market. They cost him almost all the paper money he had saved in his flexible space. The styles were also exquisite and beautiful.

Qin Kun had to admire women now. Chu Qianxun's serious attitude in choosing carefully when visiting a shroud shop made him feel ashamed.

The two bought dozens of shrouds and many meals for them. Spending money on food and drink is the main topic of paying homage to ghosts.

Chu Qianxun seemed to have something similar to a flexible space in his hand, with a lot of rice stuffed in it. Qin Kun was particularly curious about it, but he didn't ask much.

The two left the ghost market. Outside the ghost market was an extremely quaint big city. The appearance of the ghost market was a tower. Looking around, apart from the tower, the mausoleum-like palace in the distance was the most conspicuous.

When Qin Kun was shopping, he found out that underground in this city was the underground palace of the Ghost King Longhuai and the ancient tomb of Longhuai, covering the entire city. The entrance to the main tomb is in the palace-like building in the distance.

The streets of the ghost town are busy with traffic. It seems that this ghost town is managed quite well.

Qin Kun called a carriage on the roadside and stuffed a silver ingot made of paper into it: "Master, go to Yizhuang. Hurry up!"

"Okay sir, you two sit tight!"

In the carriage, Qin Kun was thinking about something, while Chu Qianxun curiously looked at the scene in the city and sighed with emotion.

"Qin Kun! It's so amazing. Is this the underworld?"

Qin Kun said: "I told you that this place is neither yin nor yang."

Chu Qianxun said: "You just said that the shopkeepers who opened the shops sold things that were burned to them by their descendants, but what about the groom who drove the horse? His horse was not burned for them, right?"

Qin Kun said: "As long as there are living beings who recognize you as your master during your lifetime, they will accompany you after your death. Also, this is not a carriage. Use your clairvoyance to take a closer look. This is the coachman's coffin, okay..."

Chu Qianxun took out the oil lamp and took a closer look. Only then did he realize that they were sitting in a coffin, and the horse was pulling a cart carrying the coffin.

hiss--

Chu Qianxun found a skeleton in the coffin and stood up in a hurry, almost falling off the carriage.

"What's this?!"

Qin Kun said: "The remains of the coachman are also the body. During the day, the Yin spirit went in to rest."

The carriage was bumpy, and the driver drove out of the city. Outside the city, there were countless mass graves, and there were many weak wandering souls, struggling to carry their remains, as if they wanted to move to a geomantic treasure place.

Approaching Yizhuang, there are more and more skeletons scattered on the ground around, barren mountains and weeds, ghosts crying and howling wolves, all complaining about not being able to be buried after their death.

"You two, the front is Yizhuang. The little one should not go forward, otherwise there will be a bunch of poor people begging me to help deliver the bones when they come back, which my horse will not be able to handle."

The driver cupped his hands, and Qin Kun nodded: "Okay, I'll reward you with another gold ingot. If you see a child's body on the road, help deliver it to a good place."

The driver hesitated for a moment, then nodded and said, "Sure! I'll just listen to you!"

On the outskirts of the ghost town, there are countless lonely ghosts, and the mountains are full of violence. These are ghosts who cannot be buried after death and whose descendants are unfilial. There is no incense to offer and no one to pay homage to them. What awaits them is the complete loss of their souls.

Even if there is plenty of yin energy here, ghosts cannot survive just by drinking the northwest wind.

"Master, please take pity on me and give me some reward money to buy some food!"

"Please wear some clothes, I'm cold..."

"I beg you……"

Qin Kun and Chu Qianxun were surrounded, and there were wailing sounds all around. With Chu Qianxun's oil lamp as a deterrent, and because they themselves were ghost-level imps, not many dared to approach.

Chu Qianxun originally had a cold and ruthless attitude towards ghosts, and it was deeply ingrained in her heart. Her grandfather taught her since she was a child that humans and ghosts are incompatible. The duty of a ghost hunter is to catch and kill ghosts and restore peace and purity to the world. But in This kind of place is neither yin nor yang, but I don’t know how to do it.

As ghosts, they can only wait to die in such desolate mountains and ridges, just like the vulnerable groups in society, extremely pitiful.

"Qin Kun... why don't we give them some food? We just bought a lot..." Chu Qianxun couldn't bear to say.

When the ghosts around heard this, they looked excited and said, "Thank you, female Bodhisattva!"

Qin Kun refused: "Why? I bought all this. I give it to whomever I want. It's none of my business if they pity them."

The ghosts were angry and stared at Qin Kun with resentment, and some of them were ready to pounce.

Chu Qianxun said angrily: "Don't you think I'm ruthless and ruthless? Why are you like this too!"

Qin Kun simply used his Yang body, turned around and said to the group of ghosts: "If you feel that you can't survive anymore, I can take you to the underworld and reincarnate again. You don't have to linger here, how about it?"

Qin Kun's Yang Qi was displayed, holding an urn in his hand, exuding a palpitating aura. At the same time, a desperate force pulled the surrounding ghosts, and the air became sticky, making it impossible for people to move.

After the fright, there was a fierce resistance. The surrounding ghosts fled desperately, but no one agreed to be saved. They ran to the distance and looked at the urn, as if they had encountered something terrible.

Qin Kun shrugged and said to Chu Qianxun: "Did you see it? They just want to linger and are unwilling to enter the underworld or enter the six realms of reincarnation. Such people are afraid of retribution in the next life and are afraid that they have bad karma that will cause them to suffer in the next life. There is nothing pitiful about turning into pigs and dogs and would rather stay here and disappear than reincarnate. Their bad karma will only be repaid to their children and grandchildren in the end, so they all deserve it!!"

Qin Kun did not hide his voice and glanced around the lonely ghosts. When the ghosts heard this, they all looked away, unwilling to look directly at Qin Kun.

Qin Kun discovered this kind of thing after he got the urn. The reason why many ghosts don't want to be reincarnated is because they don't want to bear their own bad karma and are afraid of retribution in the next life. But no one can avoid things like karma. The retribution that should befall will eventually come! If they don't bear the responsibility, their descendants will bear the responsibility.

Chu Qianxun was speechless.

His grandfather only told her general principles, never these details. His grandfather seemed to be the same as the other seniors of Nanzong. He only believed in the sense of superiority that power brought to ghost hunters and never cared about other things.

Qin Kun put away the urn. If there are so many ghosts, if they are willing to be saved by him, they can refine many 'yin candles', one of which is worth 100 merits. Qin Kun also has the ability to capture them into the urn, refine them, and forcibly save them. But he never did.

Qin Kun has such a weird temper. It's good for me to do this, but it's even better for your descendants. If you don't appreciate it, I don't want this benefit, and I won't ask you. Let me save you.

The ghosts began to disperse, and only four remained. They were all dying old ghosts.

The four old ghosts knelt down, kowtowed to Qin Kun carefully and said: "This Taoist master... please save us. We didn't want to enter reincarnation after death, and we were hiding from the black and white pursuits of cattle and horses. Now think about it, we are confused... …”

Qin Kun was not polite and gave each of them a dozen paper money: "Enter the underworld, have a good meal, and be reincarnated as soon as possible. Let me tell you a secret, the incense burned by your descendants for you will become your blessing in the next life." Go! Remember to do good deeds in your next life."

The urn in Qin Kun's hand appeared, and the system prompts sounded continuously. Four old ghosts were included in it, and Qin Kun refined them into Yin Zhu.

success! This black candle is worth at least 400 merit points!

Qin Kun looked at the Yin Candle in the urn with great satisfaction, and suddenly discovered that this Yin Candle was gray, which was a little different from the white Yin Candle he usually made.

And...it's very similar to the candle that Chu Qianxun just took out!

When Qin Kun wanted to take out Yin Zhu and question Chu Qianxun, several ghosts in armor walked out of Yizhuang not far away.

"Yang people?! You dare to save the ghost people in the king's realm? Who gave you the courage?!"

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