Ghost Shelter System

"what sound?"

Wang Gan in the swimming pool was startled, "Did it just roar like a tiger?"

Chu Qianxun's ears were roaring. The two roars and conversations just now were not transmitted to the swimming pool, but the tiger's roar in his chest echoed endlessly.

"The people from Maoshan are here." Chu Qianxun walked out of the swimming pool and looked back at Qin Kun, "Aren't you going to take a look?"

Qin Kun rubbed his temples that suddenly swelled and hurt, and shook his head: "Let's go and have a look."

…

In the front yard of Qingzhu Villa, Maoshan Xu Facheng rolled up his sleeves, and the copper coins in his sleeves flew out like threads and wrapped around his arms, like arm guards.

"Copper skin and iron fist? This Taoist priest knows a lot." Nie Yuxuan looked at the field in surprise and muttered to himself.

Li Chong was fighting with Xu Facheng. Not far away, Nie Yuxuan was holding a wine bottle and drunkenly watching the fierce battle. His brows furrowed deeper and deeper: "Have you slacked off on your homework, little insect? How can you fight when you are being led away by someone?" "

Next to him was a handsome man with peach blossom eyes. It was a hot day and he was wearing long clothes. He was holding a female disciple in his arms and talking and laughing happily.

"Senior brother, that is the 'Maoshan Pulling Machine Technique'. The little bug is pulled by the opponent one by one without knowing it. The longer the fight lasts, the more flaws will be revealed. If you don't realize it, you can't win."

Peach Blossom Eyes shook her head helplessly, hugged the beauty and entered the house.

In the field, Li Chong fought more and more, and found that this Taoist priest was more evil. Although he was not very old, his skills were not inferior to those of warriors who had been immersed in them for many years, and his methods were cunning.

Without paying attention, Li Chong was deceived by the opponent's feint. Then, the Taoist priest stretched out two fingers and pinched Li Chong's ribs.

"You lose." Xu Facheng declared.

With two fingers, the strength Li Chong had just gathered was crushed due to pain, and he could no longer resist.

"Damn it!!" Li Chong gave up resistance and cursed.

"Concession." Xu Facheng let go and won this round easily.

In the room, the three members of Nanzong walked out together.

"The great disciples of Maoshan Mountain are here, and the flowers are shining brightly."

Since ancient times, Maoshan has been regarded as the ancestral home of ghost hunters.

The Thirty-six Heavenly Books and the Thirty-six Miraculous Arts have always been the sacred scriptures of life and death.

For thousands of years, whether the magic skills of the past have been lost to foreign lands or the inheritance of ghost hunters has been lost, Maoshan remains Maoshan.

This respect is irreplaceable.

Xu Facheng raised his hand and said: "Immeasurable Heavenly Lord, I have long heard that the three seniors of the Southern Sect, the Heavenly Master, the Tieyihu, and the Wushu Demon Master, have profound knowledge of Taoism and Taoism. It is a great honor to meet them today."

Regardless of Chu Dao, Jing Sansheng or Yu Yuexian, the three of them were neatly dressed, unlike the disciples they had seen before. Xu Facheng looked pleasing to the eye, bowed and bowed as a junior.

He just defeated Li Chong with Kuihu Taoism, which made Jing Sansheng look very unhappy.

"Where is the Taoism and Xuanxuan, just three bad old men. But, you said that Kuihu Taoism comes from Maoshan? Grandmaster Lu Jiuhe originally passed down the six volumes of the Heavenly Book to Fuyu Mountain. This inheritance has always been from Fuyu Mountain. inherited."

Xu Facheng chuckled and looked at the tall Jing Sansheng: "Is this senior Tieyi Hujing? The master of Tianshi 6 Jiuhe 6 is also a disciple of my Maoshan sect. Kuihu Taoism is Maoshan Longhu The secret Taoism of Tang Dynasty, I said this is my Taoism of Maoshan, what’s wrong with it?”

Jing Sansheng was speechless. The origin of Kuihu Taoism was in Maoshan. If it could be traced back to the truth, the other party had all the truth. Besides being unconvinced, what else could there be to say?

At the same time, Jing Sansheng was shocked.

It is said that Maoshan had countless disciples in the Thirty-Six Halls. The Eight Kings Rebellion in the Western Jin Dynasty took advantage of the situation. Strange people came into the world to help others fight for the dragon. Finally, it was accidentally destroyed by the Wuhu Luanhua military disaster. After Maoshan was destroyed, six volumes of the Book of Heaven were passed to Fuyu Mountain, and thousands of people were killed. I have never seen another Maoshan disciple use it in a hundred years.

Why is this Xu Facheng able to perform the Taoist technique of ‘Dou Zi Scroll’?

Qin Kun, Wang Qian, and Chu Qianxun walked to the front yard and saw Xu Facheng and Chu Dao together.

This is a simple Taoist priest, his eyes look tired and old befitting his age.

Xu Facheng turned his head and met Qin Kun's eyes.

At this moment, Xu Facheng was a little curious.

"May I ask your name?"

What is your name...Have you watched too many costume dramas...

Qin Kun's temples felt a little swollen and painful. He originally wanted to come out and see what the Maoshan disciple looked like, but he didn't know that the other party saw him at a glance.

"Qin Kun."

"Xu Facheng."

Qin Kun never thought that the chat between two people would sometimes be so cold.

After the two announced their names, everything around the villa was silent.

Qin Kun didn't know what the other party was doing, so he asked himself what else he wanted to say to ease the atmosphere. Chu Laoxian happened to say: "Xu Xiaoyou has come a long way, how about taking a rest first? There is a lot of food here, please feel free to use it."

Qin Kun swallowed back what he wanted to say.

Xu Facheng also looked away from Qin Kun and bowed towards Chu Dao: "I happened to be hungry. Thank you Nanzong for the hospitality."

…

At 11 o'clock in the evening, Qin Kun was lying on the big bed tossing and turning.

I don’t know what’s going on today, but my temples hurt so much that I can’t bear it, and they’re pounding, as if my soul is about to explode.

Tomorrow night is the time when the three ghost levels are officially opened.

And Qin Kun suffered from insomnia.

"Master, what's wrong?" The Skinner asked when he saw Qin Kun holding a bowl of melon seeds.

This is a mountain villa. Qin Kun, Wang Qian, Li Chong, Nie Yuxuan, Taohuayan, and that Xu Facheng live in the villa.

inside the house.

Niu Meng was playing on the computer, while the wedding ghost was dressing up in the bronze mirror: "The master probably misses a woman."

Qin Kun looked at the group of ghosts angrily: "This villa is full of ghost hunters. If you are jumping around like this at night, you might get killed."

The Wedding Dress Ghost chuckled: "So, if I don't show up in the mirror, no one can feel my ghostly aura."

The skinned ghost said indifferently: "Our human skin can cover the yin energy now, so I'm not afraid."

Niu Meng was stunned, as if he had no way to block the ghost energy.

However, thinking that I was a genuine ghost from Fengdu, I felt a little more at ease and continued to browse the web.

At the end of Qin Kun's bed, Monk Shui sat cross-legged.

The 29th-level water monk is immediately promoted to evil ghost. The Buddha's light shines everywhere, and like the eminent monk, his ghost energy does not leak out at all.

"Amitabha, Master, the monk has something I don't know whether to say or not."

"Then don't talk about it."

Water Monk: "..."

Monk Shui: "Monk must speak!"

Qin Kun's ghost servant, Skinner, likes to chat the most, but he is better at winking. Monk Shui is a chatterbox, and he can't even spit out some words he keeps in his stomach.

This is also related to the fact that he has not spoken in the water for 30 years.

"Just say what you want to say..." Qin Kun said.

Monk Shui said: "Master, your mental state is not right today."

Qin Kun was stunned and got to the point.

His mental state was not just wrong, it was simply wrong! Ever since Xu Facheng arrived, Qin Kun's head has been hurting.

If he hadn't secretly asked Ge Zhan to help him check it out, Qin Kun would have thought that he had been hit by some strange trick again after knowing that everything was fine.

"Do you know the reason?" Qin Kun asked curiously.

Ghosts sometimes have supernatural powers, which are indeed somewhat evil. Monk Shui has been in Zhenjiang for 30 years and has the divine light of destiny. Qin Kun wondered, does he know why?

Monk Shui smiled mysteriously: "This is a sign of Kaisu Hui. Master, you are about to awaken..."

"fart!"

Qin Kun kicked Monk Shui.

Just hearing a "boom", Monk Shui was kicked to the wall, and suddenly his ghost body collapsed.

In the room, the bowl in Skinner's hand fell to the ground: "Brother Kun, you kicked the monk to death!!"

Qin Kun suddenly sat up and saw that Monk Shui was dying, so he hurriedly exchanged a bowl of Yin soup for him to drink.

"Ah Shui, are you okay?"

After the water monk finished drinking the Yin soup, he suddenly burst into tears: "Brother Kun, why are you so cruel? I almost thought I was going to pass away... I was so scared..."

There were black lines on Qin Kun's forehead. Holy shit, I really didn't use any force just now...

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