Ghost Shelter System

Sangyu City, Bailong Temple.

It is not as grand as other temples, but it is different from any other temple in style.

The entire building is carved from white stone, and the monks wear moon-white monk robes that are now rare, with dragon embroidery on them. In addition, the carved railings and jade inlays make it solemn and holy.

The tour guide in front entered the temple, put away the flag, turned off the loudspeaker, and whispered: "This place was built in the Tang and Song Dynasties. The age cannot be determined. It was originally a small resting temple and was not very famous. But a few decades ago, there was a nightfall in Sangyu. In the white light, the dirt and grime on the temple peeled off, revealing the snow-white stone walls. It was a sensation at the time, and it attracted attention."

"A fortune teller once passed by Bailong Temple and once said: Tengu bathes in blood, and white dragons suppress evil spirits. Although Bailong Temple has not performed any more miracles, the temple itself is already a rare miracle."

Qin Kun and his party were following the tour guide at this time. When they heard the tour guide's words, they were speechless.

miracle?

Today's public opinion is so free, and if you dare to use the word "miraculous" to describe a temple, it will inevitably make people feel a little unreal.

However, Bailong Temple is indeed special.

"Why haven't I heard of such a place in China?"

Xu Yang knows everything about eating, drinking and having fun. Such a strange temple is relatively new, but he has never heard of it.

"This thing seems to be similar to the stone in Hancoffin Village?"

Wu Senran picked at the white walls of the temple. These white stones were not painted with powder, but were real white stones. Compared with the white marble, it felt a bit rough, but seemed to be more resistant to dirt, or in other words, rainwater could more easily clean away the dirt on it.

Hotch breathed a sigh of relief and rubbed his fingers against the stone pillar next to him: "It doesn't seem to have that cold feeling. It feels quite comfortable to the touch."

The three of them wondered secretly, and then looked at Qin Kun in surprise. Qin Kun noticed that there was inquiry in the eyes of the three of them, and shrugged: "It's your first time here, don't ask me."

After a while, Yuan Xinghan ran over.

"Director Qin, you are all here!" Yuan Xinghan has already followed the tour guide for a walk. It is hard to imagine that there is such a good place in Sangyu City.

In terms of sophistication, it rivals the Yanjun Temple in Hancoff Village. His lack of imagination was constantly replenished by the ancient architectural landscape.

"Director Qin——"

Today Tu Xuanxuan was wearing a hot, half-shouldered outfit, wearing a hat, sunglasses, shoulder straps exposed, and holding a SLR camera in her hand. Fortunately, she was wearing a long skirt, otherwise it would still be a problem whether she could enter the temple.

"Brother Yuan, why didn't you tell me when you left? I looked for you for a while."

Tu Xuanxuan was a little dissatisfied and confused Yuan Xinghan.

Shall I leave? Did I tell you when I left the hotel?

Except for Yuan Xinghan and Tu Xuanxuan, Qin Kun and others knew what happened, but were hesitant whether to tell Tu Xuanxuan about it.

If she knew that the person she spent the afternoon shopping with was not the current Yuan Xinghan... she didn't know how she would react.

"Xuanxuan, let's go and take us around."

Xu Yang opened his mouth, encouraged Tu Xuanxuan, and changed the topic.

According to Qin Kun's arrangement, they discussed together that it was better not to tell Tu Xuanxuan about this matter. Sometimes even if they told Tu Xuanxuan, she might think that they were playing a prank to scare her.

Tu Xuanxuan walked in front, looking at the photos in the camera for Xu Yang and Wu Senran, and kept praising: "Brother Yuan is indeed an artist. These photos are so beautiful! They can even be on the cover of a magazine. I'll treat you when I get back." Let’s have dinner with Sister Jiang Lan~”

Yuan Xinghan, who walked last and was praised, couldn't laugh or cry.

Yuan Xinghan saw that he was still included in several of Tu Xuanxuan's selfies, and felt a little chilly.

"Brother Qin, what's going on... I've been alone this afternoon."

In the afternoon, Yuan Xinghan walked around the funeral street. Could it be that he was wandering around and his soul came out to play with Tu Xuanxuan?

Qin Kun told him the general story and patted his shoulder comfortingly: "Although I don't know, there are no ghosts in you or her, so just pretend it never happened."

Yuan Xinghan's heart rose to his throat, and he breathed a sigh of relief when he heard that there was no ghost around him.

But this kind of thing is too incredible! !

According to Qin Kun's logic, in a place like Sangyu City, as the northern sect's home base, the appearance of a few big ghosts would make Zhong Ji judge the three families too incompetent.

After confirming that they were not haunted by ghosts, Qin Kun felt more at ease.

The few of them walked together for a while, and Xu Yang accidentally bumped into a lone female tourist. The woman was not young, but she still had charm. She frequently looked back at Xu Yang, and Xu Yang knew that he had a story tonight.

"Ahem, Qin Kun, I'm going to go for a walk. See you later, okay?"

"Xu Yang, you..." Before Qin Kun finished speaking, Xu Yang had already left.

"Director Qin, let's go take a look too."

Obviously, Wu Senran and Huo Qi's eyes were red with jealousy, and they felt sour in their hearts when they saw a pretty boy like Xu Yang quickly talking to the female tourist.

Traveling on scary and supernatural routes is also travel. As long as it is travel, who doesn’t expect to encounter an affair?

Qin Kun's nose was so angry that he was crooked. Although Sangyu City is relatively safe, you two are not so piggy, right?

"Wu Senran, aren't you afraid of the female ghost's revenge?" Qin Kun reminded him.

Wu Senran touched the jade hairpin on his chest and said righteously: "If the irresistible moment comes, I will rationally refuse!"

Fuck you! If you are really avenged by the female ghost, I don’t care whether you live or die!

"Director Qin, why are you injured?"

After Huo Qi and Wu Senran left together, Tu Xuanxuan discovered that there was a wound wrapped under Qin Kun's trachea. Qin Kun said: "They are angry."

Tu Xuanxuan shrank her neck: "Then I'll leave first. I have free time. I heard that there is an old monk who is nearly a hundred years old in the temple. He is very powerful. I will go to divine my marriage."

Divination of marriage? The six senses of a monk are pure. Why are you asking a monk to predict your marriage? You have to ask a monk for this, okay? !

Finding Qin Kun staring at her suspiciously, Tu Xuanxuan's face flashed red, and she left without waiting for Qin Kun's response.

At the moment, only Qin Kun and Yuan Xinghan were left.

Damn...

Qin Kun was a little confused. Ever since they went to the Han Coffin Ghost City and saw the Monument of Fate, how come all these people looked like spring wild dogs?

"Aren't you going to divine your marriage?" Qin Kun looked at Yuan Xinghan.

Yuan Xinghan touched his nose and accepted his fate: "On the fateful monument, I am buried with Lan Lan, so what else is there to predict? By the way, I will get married in a while, and you have to come to support me."

"What a joke. If you give me this kind of news suddenly, do you know it will kill a dog?!" Qin Kun was hit hard by the fact that an older young man got married. As a single man, he felt a little sad.

Yuan Xinghan chuckled: "I can't help it, you weren't there when we got engaged at the end of the year. By the way, when I went to your house to find you at the end of the year, why did the little fat guy you lived with call you Qin Heigou?"

When Yuan Xinghan got engaged, it happened to be when Qin Kun went home to celebrate the New Year. At that time, he made a special trip to find Qin Kun and met Wang Qian.

Depend on!

Qin Kun felt gloomy, why did such a frustrating nickname get spread!

Fatty... you're dead...

Yuan Xinghan now learned to read Qin Kun's face. When he noticed that Qin Kun's expression was wrong, he gritted his teeth and walked away silently. At this time, his intuition told him not to mess with Qin Kun.

After successfully avoiding the furious Qin Kun, Yuan Xinghan stretched himself and felt extremely comfortable walking in Bailong Temple.

As a painter, Yuan Xinghan has the habit of carrying paper and pen with him.

He randomly found a tree and drew pictures of tourists coming and going. This was his profession, his interest, and his belief.

Yuan Xinghan's sketches are of a very high level, with flowers, plants, trees and temples all vividly displayed on paper. The composition is standard, the light and shadow are perfect, and all living things coming and going are lifelike. There were tourists watching around. They admired Yuan Xinghan's paintings and wanted to ask him to paint one for themselves. Yuan Xinghan smiled and declined.

After a while, after finishing the two sketches, a familiar voice came over.

"Brother Yuan! What a coincidence."

After Yuan Xinghan finished the last stroke, he raised his head and saw Tu Xuanxuan coming.

"Xuanxuan? What a coincidence. Why don't you ask the old monk about your marriage?"

Yuan Xinghan chuckled and joked.

"What nonsense are you talking about? An old monk is asking about marriage..." Tu Xuanxuan blushed and changed the subject, "Brother Yuan, this place is so beautiful. Can you take some photos for me?"

"No problem, I'm the best at this."

Yuan Xinghan put away his pen and paper and put on his camera.

Yuan Xinghan's photography works have also won awards. He saw that Tu Xuanxuan's SLR was just an entry-level camera, but for him, using this kind of machine to take a few photos of beautiful women was simply trivial.

The two of them took pictures as they walked, and Yuan Xinghan's professional side was immediately revealed. Different lights, angles, and different parameters were adjusted, striving to achieve the most perfect standard for the work. During the break, Tu Xuanxuan bought two bottles of drinks and looked at the photos in the camera.

"Wow! So beautiful……"

Tu Xuanxuan covered her face and was in disbelief. Compared to the photos taken by her boyfriend Ali, a photo of this level was completely different. Ali had never photographed her so beautifully.

Tu Xuanxuan was so excited that she took a selfie and posted it on WeChat Moments, deliberately letting Yuan Xinghan reveal half of her body.

The little girl's vanity was greatly satisfied by having the vice president of Linjiang City Calligraphy and Painting Association act as her photographer.

Seeing Tu Xuanxuan secretly playing tricks, Yuan Xinghan shook his head helplessly. However, he was very happy to see that Tu Xuanxuan liked his photos so much.

After a short rest,

Suddenly, Tu Xuanxuan's cell phone rang.

In some noisy temples, the sound of mobile phones was extremely loud, making Yuan Xinghan almost cover his ears.

What happened?

Yuan Xinghan was puzzled. Is this a mobile phone or an engine? ! !

Tu Xuanxuan answered the phone: "Hello, Xu Yang?"

On the other end of the phone was Xu Yang's voice: "Where are you?"

"Inside Bailong Temple, with Brother Yuan. Where are you?"

On the other end of the phone, Xu Yang pondered for a while: "Ping An Hotel."

puff……

Yuan Xinghan spit out the water in his mouth and his eyes widened in disbelief.

"Xuanxuan, why is the bell ringing so loud over there?"

Tu Xuanxuan was puzzled: "There's no bell ringing!"

After hanging up the phone, Tu Xuanxuan cutely picked out her ears, frowned and looked at Yuan Xinghan: "Brother Yuan, did you hear the bell?"

Yuan Xinghan now has cold sweat running down his back, his mind is stiff, his hair is standing on end on a hot day, and his body is covered in goosebumps.

"No, no..."

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