Ghost Shelter System

In Bailong Temple, the Zen courtyard is the deepest.

There was a quiet little courtyard with no plaques or links. Flowers and plants were planted in the courtyard, and a few chickens were raised. A very old man was sitting in it, basking in the sun.

The old man's face was covered with age spots, his hair had fallen out, and he was wearing monk's robes. His chair had no backrest, but he carried a wooden board on his back and tied it to himself.

Yuan Xinghan followed Qin Kun. It was the first time for him to see such an old man sitting so upright. But the old man was old after all. His mouth was slightly open, and saliva flowed from time to time. There was a tie around his neck. The cloth was wet.

The first impression the old man gave Yuan Xinghan seemed to be that of a soldier, like a retired veteran cadre, aging. His eyes only stopped on Yuan Xinghan for a moment, and then looked at Qin Kun.

The tiger-like gaze gradually turned red when he saw Qin Kun.

"Kun..."

The old man had some difficulty speaking, and the old monk who led the way sighed: "The old man suffered a stroke ten years ago. Junior Brother Jing usually comes to accompany him. I am half a disciple of the old man, and I have always been by his side."

"After the stroke, he stopped talking. His body is still strong. He kept saying that he wanted to see you, but Junior Brother Jing couldn't tell at the right time."

After the old monk finished speaking, he frowned pitifully and stood aside with his hands raised.

Qin Kun stepped forward, took a deep breath, and sat on the chair in front of the old gentleman.

"Uncle Ge, long time no see, why are you still carrying your coffin board?"

After Qin Kun said that, his whole body flew out like a cannonball.

"Old monk, I fucked your whole family, is this called a stroke?!"

Qin Kun was kicked into the chicken coop, rubbing his chest, and the sound of dying came from the chicken coop.

Yuan Xinghan was stunned!

When he was studying body structure, he consulted a teacher. A simple summary of a person's physical strength is strength ten dances one. Generally, it takes 50 kilograms of strength to swing an iron bar weighing 5 kilograms, let alone Qin Kun's more than 100 kilograms. The weight was kicked off in this way!

Such a kick, no matter how hard it is, it must be a thousand pounds of strength, right?

The old monk looked at Qin Kun's miserable state of falling into the chicken coop and turned his head unbearably.

Yuan Xinghan looked at the old man in horror and found that the old man had stood up.

He opened the knot with a withered hand, and the wooden board behind him turned out to be a plaque. He held it in his hand and inserted it into the ground.

The letter was written with four large characters painted in iron and silver hooks - 'The Great Mighty Heavenly Dragon'.

"Qin Kun! You are looking for death!"

The thick and angry voice came from the old man's chest. Yuan Xinghan felt deafening, his legs became weak, and he almost sat on the ground.

It's so scary. Who is this old man? ! When facing him, I felt like I was seeing a tiger, and I couldn't stand his pressure!

Qin Kun stood up with a grin on his face, rubbed his chest, and looked at the old man resentfully: "Uncle Ge, you, an old man with more energy and blood than me, are pretending to have a stroke. I believe you!"

After Qin Kun finished speaking, he found that the old man's eyes in front of him were distracted, and he sat down sluggishly, his mouth trembling, and his saliva kept flowing out.

"Uncle Ge, don't scare me!"

Qin Kun was stunned and hurriedly stepped forward.

30 years ago, Ge Zhan helped Qin Kun block a bullet. That time, Qin Kun used the Blood Emperor Pill to save Ge Zhan, but Qin Kun knew in his heart that he owed Ge Zhan his life. Although the old man had a bad temper, He respects him from the bottom of his heart.

In times of crisis, those who sacrifice themselves for others deserve the title of "senior".

The old monk sighed and pronounced the Buddha's name: "Old gentleman will become more normal only when he sees people fighting and gets angry himself. Donor Qin, don't be angry with him."

Qin Kun stepped forward silently, took out a tissue and wiped the saliva from the corner of his mouth.

Ge Zhan.

This old man is Ge Zhan.

The former leader of the Douzong, the leader who accompanied the Tengu in his previous generation, unfortunately, he has grown old. From a vigorous old man to a haggard old man, half of his feet have stepped into the coffin.

Qin Kun felt a little sad, as if the last time he saw him was yesterday.

Seeing that Ge Zhan was speechless and kept grabbing his waist with his fingers, he looked at Qin Kun expectantly. After being speechless for a while, Qin Kun looked at the old monk and asked, "What do you mean?"

"He asked you to tie a plaque to him. This plaque is his destiny. He said that he would be buried with him after his death."

There was a motionless plaque on the ground. Yuan Xinghan wanted to come up to help, but Qin Kun said: "You can't move it, go get the rope."

Well?

Yuan Xinghan tried it, but the wood was too heavy. Who would have thought that an old man would carry this thing on his back all day long!

"Is this Iron Sandalwood?"

Qin Kun looked at the old monk in confusion, and the old monk nodded.

"Who sent it?"

"Yang Shen."

Qin Kun stroked the plaque, and the four words Dawei Tianlong seemed to be announcing something to the world. It was an identity, an honor, and it seemed, it was also a responsibility.

Qin Kun tied the plaque to Ge Zhan, and Ge Zhan finally stopped whining, looked directly at Qin Kun, and touched Qin Kun's head.

"Kun...much more powerful..."

It took a long time for Ge Zhan to say something. Qin Kun pointed to the footprints on his chest: "Don't tease me, I'm going to be kicked to death by you..."

"Should……"

When Ge Zhan was talking, Qin Kun was sprayed with saliva, and he wiped it without mind. He lit a cigarette and didn't know what to say for a moment.

After a long time, Qin Kun spoke first, breaking the silence.

"Uncle Ge, why did you go north? Douzong has accepted a group of disciples and grandchildren, and you don't want to enjoy the happiness?"

"The temple... needs to be controlled..." Ge Zhan glanced at the old monk, "He... will not die well."

Qin Kun was speechless. When you grow old, why do you scold everyone? The old monk has taken care of you for so many years, why can't you die a good death?

"Kun...I'm here, no one dares to touch you..."

Qin Kun said: "Yes, Uncle Ge is here, who can bully us? We have been friends for many years."

The bells continued to ring again, deafeningly.

Ge Zhan's old eyes became cloudy, and he suddenly looked at the old monk angrily: "Stop it...whoever dares to attack today...I...will kill...him!"

Ge Zhan felt bullied in his chest and spoke more and more fluently.

The old monk smiled slightly: "Old sir, Mo Cao, you also know that ringing the bell is not my responsibility."

Qin Kun frowned slightly, feeling that their conversation was a bit strange, but he didn't know what was strange.

Take action?

To whom? I?

Why?

Besides, why?

Ge Zhan just said that there was something strange in the temple. Qin Kun felt that this sentence should not mean that Ge Zhan was old and confused, or that it was unintentional.

Because this temple is really weird.

"Master, haven't you asked for your name yet?"

"A poor monk refuses to practice discipline."

"Don't quit? If you don't quit, why do you escape into Buddhism?"

"Only because of the heinous evil."

The old monk was as kind as ever, but Qin Kun didn't understand the evil he was talking about. He was too deep in Zen to understand.

"May I ask when the bell will stop ringing?"

The bells are ringing more and more frequently. They are not as solemn and solemn as Buddhist bells, but more like a death knell, with rapid mourning.

"When a person dies." The old monk no longer looked kindly.

"Who dies?"

"you."

Behind Qin Kun, three young people appeared.

Qin Kun suddenly laughed: "Me?"

"By you?"

Those three people were more like three ghosts. One was wearing a bun, one was wearing a bamboo hat and a raincoat, and the other was tall and tall with messy long hair. Their faces, without exception, were all blue, and they were heavily powdered and blushed.

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