Ghost Shelter System

1975, Hancoffin Village, E County.

There was light rain in the sky, and Kang Dalong hid in the Yanjun Temple. In the temple was a young temple priest.

"Da Song! Da Song!"

Kang Dalong was lying outside the hall, calling Miao Zhu's name. Miao Zhu's name was Gu Dasong. He was about the same age as Kang Dalong, both under 20 years old and young.

"Dalong? Aren't you going to work?"

Gu Dasong asked in a low voice when he noticed that his friend was coming.

"No! Let's go and shoot birds!" Kang Dalong opened the oilcloth, and inside was a brand-new shotgun.

Gu Dasong's eyes lit up and he was a little moved, but he couldn't help but said: "Not today, the master is receiving guests inside, so let me guard here."

"Guests? A ghost temple like yours also has guests?"

Kang Dalong couldn't figure it out.

Gu Dasong looked angrily: "Don't talk nonsense, my master heard it, be careful not to get beaten."

"What are you afraid of! Someone must have asked your master to lay a coffin for someone great. Let's go and listen!"

"Isn't this bad?" Gu Dasong was confused.

"What's wrong, let's go!"

Kang Dalong glared at him angrily, then went to the window of the wing and listened, and Gu Dasong followed.

Gu Dasong's master is both an old temple master of Yanjun Temple and an old coffin maker of Han Coffin Village. Among the current coffin makers, his master is the most powerful!

Among the voices in the wing, besides Gu Dasong's master, there was also an old man. The two of them broke the window and found that the old man was in his 60s or 70s. He was energetic, his words were like spring breeze, and he was very kind.

"Yun Zun, you condescended to come to my small temple. I am flattered." Gu Dasong's master, Lao Miaozhu, bowed cautiously.

The old man returned the greeting with the same respect: "Don't dare, the heir of the coffin maker is too polite. We both belong to the path of life and death, so you and I should be friends as equals."

The two of them chatted for a while, and Laomiao Zhu said politely: "I don't know if Yun Zun is condescending enough to stay in a small temple. What are you doing?"

The kind old man frowned and nodded: "It's true."

The kind old man whispered: "I have to go to Sangyu City for something, and I would like to lend you the life awl."

Old Miao Zhu was startled, pondered for a moment, and smiled apologetically: "Maybe not. Every generation of life-cutting cones will be buried in the coffin maker's tomb with the previous generation of coffin makers. Whoever can get it will be the true legend of the coffin maker. This magic weapon can only Make a coffin, not a ghost.”

The kind old man made a condition: "I can allow you to become a disciple and practice with me."

Lao Miao Zhu shook his head: "Yun Zun is so generous, but my disciple is actually just a country craftsman. Without that blessing, he cannot reach such a high level."

Lao Miaozhu's attitude was firm, but the kind old man sighed with regret: "In this case, then take care of yourself."

The kind old man left, but Lao Miaozhu did not go to see him off.

After a long time, Gu Dasong and Kang Dalong came to the side room.

"Master, who is that?" Gu Dasong asked curiously.

Laomiao Zhu came to his senses and sighed: "A miserable man."

"A miserable life?" Gu Dasong was confused. The man's clothes and demeanor clearly looked like a big shot from the city. If he had a miserable life, who would he be?

Lao Miao Zhu looked at Kang Dalong and suddenly said: "Dalong, you don't work! You are a coffin maker who shoots birds every day. How can you marry a wife when you grow up!"

Lao Miaozhu obviously had an unusual relationship with Kang Dalong. When he came to his senses, he cursed bitterly.

Kang Dalong was speechless for a while, he was talking about that poor man, why did he get involved again?

He rolled his eyes: "The money I make from hunting birds is not much less than working. Besides, being a coffin maker is so unlucky. I don't want to be a coffin maker!"

"Nonsense, this is the craft of our village! If you don't learn the craft, will you drink the northwest wind in the future?"

"The country has implemented cremation, and no matter how bad it is, they will be buried in wooden coffins. Who will be buried in stone coffins now?"

Lao Miao Zhu was furious: "Your father died early and your uncle had no children. He raised you as his own son. How do you think you are so virtuous now? You can't lose your craftsmanship! Our friendship with your uncle has been since childhood. From now on, You and Dasong learn the craft from me together!”

"Don't! I don't want to learn..."

Lao Miao Zhu's hands were very strong, he picked up Kang Dalong and Gu Dasong, and threw them in the house like chickens: "You can't do it if you don't want to learn!"

…

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In a flash, nearly 50 years have passed. Old Man Kang has very strong hands. He really wants to catch Qin Kun like a chicken, or take back the life awl. Unexpectedly, Qin Kun has even stronger hands.

"I said, Uncle Kang... please do it well. Can you let me go?"

Qin Kun cut Old Kang's hand behind his back, and Old Kang shouted: "Young man, let me go! What do you want to do?"

"Uncle, I found this thing. How you use it is my business. Do you want to take it back and daydream? Just don't make trouble..."

Qin Kun didn't expect that the thirty-six volumes of the Heavenly Book with the word "coffin" would be in the hands of Old Man Kang! I didn’t even expect that he was also a person on the road of life and death.

However, the 'Coffin' scroll belongs to the lower twenty-one volumes and is not very powerful. Qin Kun has the 'Array' scroll and is not interested in learning another craft.

In the end, Old Man Kang struggled to no avail and chose to give up.

At night, at the entrance of Hancoff Village, Qin Kun and his group were carrying backpacks. Old Man Kang and a group of black geese stood on the roadside to see Qin Kun and others off.

"Back then, the coffin maker's true biography was originally inherited by me or the old man Miao Zhu, but neither of us found the life-cutting awl, so the true legacy was shelved. Don't you really think about it?"

On the roadside, Old Man Kang was holding the cigarette handed to him by Qin Kun, feeling a little sad.

In fact, after Gu Miaozhu's master died, the two of them entered the coffin maker's tomb more than once, but no one found the life-cutting awl. So the inheritance of the coffin maker was basically broken. This time, Qin Kun gave them a surprise, but he was unwilling to learn the word "coffin", which made Old Man Kang very hurt.

"Don't worry, if I find a suitable successor, I will introduce him to you. Not many people may be interested in the craft of coffin making, but some people still like the craft of stone carving. Old man Kang, sometimes you can change your mind. Times are different. Yes."

Old Man Kang was furious, when was it Qin Kun's turn to educate him.

In the distance, the midnight hearse slowly drove over.

It was also the first time for Old Man Kang to see this kind of hearse, and he was stunned. He saw the hearse carrying several people away at midnight, and Qin Kun waved goodbye to him at the window.

Old Man Kang was sure that there was a car full of ghosts in that car. He was shocked. When did ghosts know how to drive and ride in cars? ?

It seems... times are really different.

…

This car was no longer the one that left Linjiang City. It was probably a hearse from near E County. It still had a gas bag and black curtains. Qin Kun paid for the toll and met someone for the first time in the car... Oh no , a situation full of ghosts.

A group of ghosts sit in the bus like corpses, with their hands on their knees and their eyes looking straight ahead. They are silent, including the hearse. Sometimes, if there is a bump, these ghosts will sway back and forth like water plants.

Qin Kun frowned. The expressions of these ghosts did not look very friendly. They looked at them greedily. The sound of a car of people swallowing silently was a bit creepy.

"Director Qin... I'm afraid..." Tu Xuanxuan saw a man with a bruised face sitting upright, but his needle-like pupils were squinting at her, which made her feel guilty, fearing that the man would pounce on her and bite her at any time.

"Don't be afraid, I will kill anyone who dares to mess around." Qin Kun consoled him roughly.

After Qin Kun said this, the conductor suddenly coughed loudly and stared at Qin Kun.

Qin Kun smiled and glanced back. The conductor noticed that Qin Kun had a special power and said: "Yin and yang complement each other, and yin and yang are in harmony. Young people, don't be arrogant."

Qin Kun nodded: "Not crazy, just..."

Qin Kun discovered that the bruised-faced man next to Tu Xuanxuan had taken it one step further and began to greedily inhale the Yang Qi. Qin Kun was a little dissatisfied, so he pinched his head and lifted him up.

"Don't you care about this kind of thing?!"