Ghost Shelter System

Qingzhu Villa has been full of people coming and going in the past few days.

Ghost hunters from all over China rushed over after receiving the news.

Hot weather.

It was like a party. Qin Kun was lying in the swimming pool, drinking a glass of iced drink.

"There are 15 disciples of the Southern Sect, 3 disciples of the Northern Sect, 36 disciples of the Three Mountains, Three Temples and Three Temples, 2 disciples of the General Bureau of Spiritual Investigation, and 40 people of other sects."

Qin Kun was stunned after receiving the statistical information from Chu Laoxian. There were 96 people in total, which was more than enough to establish a sect! You fucked me!

I’ve heard of people forming a group, but I’ve never heard of people forming a group to die!

In front of him, Wang Qian lay on the water with his round belly and floated over. On his round belly, a tattoo of a ghost talisman urn is particularly eye-catching.

"Qin Heigou, what are you worried about? What did the seniors say to you?"

"Nothing. Fatty, when did it become a floating table?" Qin Kun said perfunctorily and then asked in surprise.

Qin Kun patted Wang Gan's belly curiously and placed the ice drink cup on Wang Gan's belly, feeling that his skill was very practical.

"Fuck your grandma, do you understand that Fatty's hidden attribute is lightness? Also, put your cup away, it's cold, you know?"

Qin Kun took the cup away and became even more curious: "Isn't your hidden attribute agility?"

"Upgraded!"

The Taoist society is becoming less and less like a Taoist society, and the Taoist priests are becoming less and less like Taoist priests. However, Qin Kun discovered that no matter what the young disciples who come and go in the villa wear, what style they wear, or whether they use modern tools, the one thing that remains unchanged is always Etiquette.

What kind of person and what kind of etiquette they perform are the signs that identify people's identities from ancient times to the present.

By the swimming pool, a little Taoist priest with a round face squatted there and said hello: "Senior brother, I am Tianhushan Yuanjing. I see you again. What a coincidence!"

Qin Kun had an impression that he had seen this little Taoist priest when he came to the Nanzong Taoist Association last year.

The little Taoist priest who liked to talk was more enthusiastic. Qin Kun found that the little Taoist priest's eyes were brighter than last year.

After not seeing each other for a year, this little Taoist priest looks much more powerful.

After a few words of greeting, Yuan Jing left and continued to greet others.

Chu Qianxun came over after chatting with several female disciples. Qin Kun stared at her unfathomable career line and narrowed his eyes.

"What are you looking at? Have you never seen a beautiful woman with big breasts?" Chu Qianxun is the type who likes sports. He is involved in running and yoga. When he saw Qin Kun's narrow eyes, he snorted arrogantly, but he was very sad in his heart. Used.

"Chu Qianxun, have your breasts increased recently?" Qin Kun stared at her for a long time and then said something.

"Get out!!" Chu Qianxun was furious. He held down Qin Kun's head, pushed it into the water, and hit Qin Kun on the back with two fierce punches. "Qin Heigou, your dog's mouth can't spit out ivory!"

Qin Kun was pinched around the waist by Chu Qianxun, and he choked in pain: "Let go! If you have something to say, please say it! I'm just joking!"

"Open your legs, grandma! I want my breasts to increase, and my seed will be yours too!"

"fart!"

Wang Qian had seen Qin Kun and Chu Qianxun flirting a lot. Fortunately, not many people around him paid attention, otherwise it would have been embarrassing.

Chu Qianxun stopped and glared at Qin Kun: "Listen to my grandpa, you want to take people to hell?"

Wang Qian was stunned. He and Fu Zong were far away, and he didn't know the news yet.

"What's wrong? Isn't it possible?"

"Nothing is wrong, but are nearly a hundred people going to be marked with the Ten Death Seals? What if someone like the old master of the Pan family appears again?"

Qin Kun said: "I have thought about taking them to the City of Ten Deaths."

Chu Qianxun was stunned for a moment, and then asked a question: "How will we come out then?"

This question confused Qin Kunwen.

Yes, if there is no system, how can those people come out?

Chu Qianxun looked at Qin Kun's expression and knew that he had not considered this issue. As a good friend, he had to remind him: "Actually, you can do this, select a group of people, and then consider whether to put your mark on the rest."

Screening...a group of people? ?

"you mean……"

"I mean, Ghost Three Passes."

Qin Kun was stunned, this was a good idea.

Nanzong Daohui has always had the tradition of three ghost passes, and Qin Kun can also select a group of people through the three ghost passes.

Last night, Nie Huzi came to his door and chatted with him for a long time.

The opening of the ghost door under the Thames River in London has caused chaos in the European Ghost Parliament. A similar situation has recently occurred in the Inunaki Tunnel in Japan. It's like the barrier between the world of heaven and the underworld is getting thinner and thinner.

Moreover, there were problems with the Chang'an Emperor's Tomb and the Manchu Ancestral Dragon.

In the past few days, there have been more and more bizarre reports. Although there are no large-scale casualties, there is a sense of depression before the storm.

This kind of thing is very similar to the scene in the novel. It is very absurd and even nonsense, but people who have experienced that kind of tragic scene will never laugh.

The reason why there are so many religions all over the world is to suppress some evil things.

Strange powers and chaotic gods have been considered a fantasy since ancient times, but those stories have been passed down to this day. If there were no traces to follow, they would have been forgotten long ago.

"The three ghost levels are fine. But is the mirage talisman enough?"

"Enough." Wang Qian stood beside him and promised.

"Miss, what else do you want to say?" Qin Kun saw that Chu Qianxun was hesitant to speak.

Chu Qianxun rubbed his temples and sighed slightly: "Someone is coming from Maoshan..."

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It’s June 16th in the Chinese calendar, a very ordinary summer.

A rare person came to Linjiang City on horseback.

Wearing Taoist robes, carrying a wooden sword on his back, and riding a yellow horse.

Pedestrians looked sideways and talked a lot.

Filming?

There are no cameras.

But this man, as if traveling through time, was galloping on his horse.

The yellow gelding, with its fat body and hooves flying like flying, walked all the way to the entrance of Qingzhu Villa. The Taoist priest parked the horse with many luxury cars.

"The mundane world disturbs people's dreams."

He was a Taoist priest with slender eyes, slanted eyebrows and flying temples. He was dusty, but he couldn't hide the aura of dust all over his body.

He looked at the row of luxury cars and snorted coldly. Then, he sang and shouted, echoing over Qingzhu Villa.

"Xuanqi Maoshan has a good Qi, the three pure spiritual officials sit in the sacred hall, the flying thunder and sword rain destroys evil spirits, the two sleeves of the universe balance the yin and yang!"

"Xu Facheng from Maoshan has met his colleagues from Mount Fuyu!"

"Xu Facheng from Maoshan has met his colleagues from Mount Fuyu!"

"Xu Facheng from Maoshan has met his colleagues from Mount Fuyu!"

The singing and drinking are full of energy, lasting for a long time, and the constant echoes are surprising.

Maoshan? !

In Qingzhu Villa, countless disciples of the Way of Life and Death were shocked.

It is hard to imagine that this very distant name would appear here today.

The Fu Sect welcomed the disciple, dressed in a suit, and hurriedly lowered his head: "The blood rain from the sea turned into a talisman, and the five skills were all over the sky to cut down the ghost bamboo. A disciple of the Fu Sect, I have met my senior brother."

The Taoist priest glanced at him and said, "Neither fish nor fowl."

After that, he ignored the other party and stepped into the door.

In the bustling villa, time seemed to stop for an instant, and everyone's eyes moved to the Taoist priest.

The Taoist priest is 25 or 6 years old, but there is a calmness and fatigue in his eyes that does not suit his age.

The Taoist priest was serious in speech, but very polite. Except for those disciples who were dressed in nondescript clothes and did not look at him seriously, everyone else bowed and returned the greeting.

Maoshan is coming.

In the main hall, Chu Dao, Jing Sansheng, and Yu Yuexian looked at each other. No one expected that this place that had been silent for many years would become silent.

"Maoshan?"

In the villa, at the dining table, a frivolous and disdainful voice sounded. It was a green-skinned bearded man wearing a floral shirt.

Li Chong put his hands in his pockets and polished his leather shoes. He narrowed his eyes and looked at the Taoist priest with deep suspicion in his eyes: "Has the inheritance of Maoshan ended long ago?"

The Taoist priest's name is Xu Facheng, and the name of the Taoist is Facheng.

He raised his head, saw Li Chong, and smiled: "Maoshan is still alive, so where does the inheritance come from? It's just Maoshan's Kuihu Taoist skills, but you have mastered it like this?"

Li Chong didn't like people saying he was a disciple of Douzong. He didn't like anyone else except his junior sister.

But with his abilities, he really has no connection with Douzong.

But today, someone said that this is Maoshan Taoism, which made Li Chong's face darken: "Maoshan's Kuihu Taoism? Are you worthy of talking about it?"

Tiger roars!

Compared with Qin Kun's tiger roar, it was more powerful. As he spoke, his chest and abdomen simulated the vibration of a roaring tiger in the mountains and forests, which made many young disciples get goosebumps all over their bodies, as if they were really in the same villa with a tiger.

"Why, are you dissatisfied?"

Xu Facheng only answered four words.

Tiger roars!

The same tiger roar, but a more powerful roar than Li Chong's.

This roar is like two big insects facing the forest, ready to compete!

For a time, the smell of gunpowder filled the air.

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