Ghost Shelter System

, the latest chapter of the Fierce Ghost Containment System!

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In Bailong Temple, behind the six stone walls, Qin Kun knocked his head out and knelt on the ground.

It was as if all the strength in his body had been drained, and he was lying on his back like a dead dog. Qin Kun tried hard several times, but he couldn't hold himself up.

Out? !

Qin Kun took a big breath and found that he had really come out, and everything around him changed to what it looked like in the temple. There is no other accompanying Tengu, no dome cloud cave, no condescending figure. But, why did I become like mud...

Like an alcoholic who has drunk too much, his mind is dizzy, his mind is dizzy, and his stomach is a little nauseous.

In front of him, a pair of moon-white monk shoes appeared.

"Amitabha, Tan Yue realized Prajna randomly and luckily walked out of the Six Paths Mystery. This was beyond the expectations of the poor monk."

The voice was ancient and calm, and the person in front of him was the abbot of Bailong Temple, a Buddhist monk.

Monk Bujie helped Qin Kun up and leaned against the stone wall.

"Monk...the smell of blood on your body is so strong."

Qin Kun looked at Bujie and Bujie smiled slightly, with blood between his teeth: "Isn't it normal for a poor monk to cut off the blood of a corpse and gnaw on the blood?"

The smell of blood on the body of the monk Bujie is very strong. What is the difference between a sanctimonious monk and a mouth full of fishy smell and Mo Tuo? But Monk Bujie didn't seem to be hostile to him. He settled Qin Kun and said goodbye.

Late at night, Qin Kun was sitting alone behind a stone wall. Ghosts all over the yard were facing the wall, looking at the mottled murals on the wall and doing various poses, as if they were practicing martial arts, which was particularly weird.

Suddenly, a ghost lay on Qin Kun's back, as if it appeared from the stone wall. Its sinister and sharp breath pierced his skin, and the cold air was like needles!

Damn it, who doesn’t have eyes!

Qin Kun didn't know where he got the strength. He suppressed the dizziness in his head, grabbed the ghost behind him and threw it to the ground. He raised his fist and was about to hit the opponent in the face!

"Wait! It's me!"

The ghost looked horrified. Qin Kun took a closer look and saw that it turned out to be...

Black charcoal head?

"It's you!"

"Yes, it's me."

This ghost is none other than Yan Pan Bao Xiren!

Qin Kun rubbed his eyes, I... saw that right? Black charcoal head? Why did he come out?

Hei Tantou patted his butt and sat up from the ground, put his hands in his sleeves and looked around.

Bailong Temple was built in the Jin Dynasty. After thousands of years, the building is still ancient, and the legacy of the Wei and Jin Dynasties still remains. The temple is made of pure stone and cannot tell its age, but in Hei Tantou's eyes, at least it is not in ruins like it was during the war years.

Peaceful times!

This is the first impression of Black Carbon Head.

Heitan Tou asked: "Contemporary companion, are the black-tooth witches of the Khitan people still so rampant these years?"

Black tooth witch?

"Aren't those party shamans from the Xixia Temple of Prayer for Heaven coming out to stir up trouble?"

Party Shaman?

“Where are the shamans and ghosts of Dali, Rakshasa?”

Witch ghost Rakshasa?

Qin Kun has never heard of any of this.

Seeing Qin Kun not answering, Heitantou frowned: "Do you follow the path of life and death in this world? Don't you care about national affairs?"

"I have never heard of the major events in which country you mentioned?"

"Of course Da Song!"

"Oh... Song Dynasty died early."

"The Song Dynasty...died?"

Heitan was startled, and suddenly burst into tears. Qin Kun saw him biting his lip, trying not to shed tears.

Qin Kun: "..."

Did I say the wrong thing?

Hei Tantou was huddled next to the tree alone, with a look of despair on his face, as if he had been hit hard. Qin Kun organized his words and was about to speak to comfort him, but suddenly his back sank, and another ghost pressed down on him.

Fuck...who the hell is that! ! !

Qin Kun glared and saw that it was a middle-aged man wearing armor and a tiger's head on his forehead.

Well……

If Qin Kun remembered correctly, this man was named Guo Wei, nicknamed Emperor Diao Qing.

Guo Wei rubbed his head and looked around, extremely shocked: "He actually came out!!! That ghost place can really come out! The sky has eyes!"

Excitement was not enough to express his feelings. Guo Wei wanted to shout with his arms that he had to thank not only Qin Kun but also Bao Xiren for being able to come out of that hellish place.

"Bao Yanpan! We are out!!!"

Guo Wei was excited. When he saw Hei Tantou huddled aside unhappily, he felt a little suspicious. What's going on? He's not happy after he came out?

"What happened to the contemporary companion?"

"Oh, the Song Dynasty is dead, he is in pain."

"I see, what about my Great Zhou Dynasty?"

I?

Qin Kun smiled. This man was quite humorous. Qin Kun suddenly saw Bao Xiren becoming nervous from the loss and lip-synching towards him.

The mouth shape is two words, "Don't say".

Don't say it? What's the meaning? Qin Kun said nothing.

Seeing that Qin Kun didn't answer, Guo Wei smiled cheerfully: "80% of them are dead, it doesn't matter, I'm very open-minded." After Guo Wei said that, he discovered a problem.

"Hey, today's companion, where is your masculine body?"

Guo Wei was thinking outside the box and was asking about his background when the topic suddenly turned to himself. Qin Kun was stunned. When he came to his senses, he touched himself. Suddenly, he seemed to have lost one of the most important things.

Where is my…yang body? !

Qin Kun had been so groggy just now that he didn't pay attention, but now he noticed that he was actually a ghost!

Guo Wei saw that Qin Kun's eyes were out of focus and comforted him: "It should be Tianyu's fault, don't worry!"

Don't worry?

Brother, can you not be anxious? Others have lost their souls, but I have disappeared! Why did he suddenly become like this?

Hei Tantou seemed to have recovered from the sadness of the demise of the Song Dynasty, and came over and said: "When I went to the underworld before, I often couldn't find my body when I came back. In the end, I found out that it was my mother who carried me to the dance master. You Why don’t you go visit the nearby goddesses?”

Qin Kun couldn't laugh or cry.

I admire you for still having this story...but now is not the time to tell jokes.

"Infinite Heaven, the Infinite Heaven! The Infinite Heaven sees the world with its eyes!"

Qin Kun scratched his forehead vertically, looking down at the world from the giant eyes in the sky, but the images in his mind flashed away. Like a black screen on a computer, Qin Kun was at a loss.

The system in my mind, the Sky Eye Technique, is still in a usable state.

But the Heavenly Eye Technique... failed... the eyes only opened for a moment and then closed. Qin Kun didn't understand at all. What happened? When I participated in the Nanzong Taoist Conference, I could still use the ghost spirit after leaving the body. Why can't I use it now?

Guo Wei said: "The yin energy here is overwhelming. What you just performed was a Taoist technique, not a ghost technique! Without the supply of physical yang energy, you can't perform it at all! Your yang body is 80%... Ahem, that doesn't sound very nice to me. , you have to hold on."

Qin Kun pricked up his ears, preparing to hear that unpleasant sentence.

Hei Tantou interrupted quickly: "Stop talking! Someone is coming, and the yang energy is very strong! The three of us are ghosts, so stay away first!"

The three of them quickly stood up and moved closer to the mural, squeezing aside the kid looking at the mural.

"Heitan Tou, why don't you tell him about this? He can't use his Taoist skills, and his Yang body is probably cut off from contact. That means..." Guo Wei's voice was extremely low.

"No one will treat you as a mute if you don't speak." Hei Tantou rolled his eyes at Guo Wei and ignored him.

In the courtyard outside, a man walked in first. He was wearing moon-white monk robes, monk shoes, and a bald head. He was none other than monk Bujie.

"The name of our temple is unknown, but the incense is acceptable. Many famous people and elders come from north to south, first to look at paintings, and secondly to look at stones. May I ask what Tan Yue's purpose is?"

It was quiet at night, but Monk Bujie's voice was not quiet, and Qin Kun could hear it clearly.

This sentence sounds so familiar...

The person behind Monk Bujie was full of energy. Faced with this solemn Buddhist aura, he was neither humble nor arrogant: "Guan Shi, I know where it is."

Monk Bujie smiled when he heard this: "Haha, in this case, I won't accompany you, poor monk. How can Tan Yue give up the three sticks of incense in front of the Buddha?"

Opposite Monk Bujie is a young man.

He is in his 20s, with a well-proportioned and tall figure, a wild look on his eyebrows, and steaming blood. His eyes are dark, bright, and a little deep.

The young man was carrying a backpack, took out a few stacks of ghost coins from the bag, and handed it over: "The gift is thin and sincere."

Monk Bujie smiled, put away the incense, and walked away.

After Bu Jie left, the young man breathed a sigh of relief and began to look around.

When the face turned this way, Qin Kun's eyes widened: "This person is...me?!!"

A pair of hands quickly covered Qin Kun's mouth.

Qin Kun discovered that it was Heitan. A sharp chill from Heitan's head penetrated Qin Kun's body, changing Qin Kun's aura.

"Shh...that person is not you."

not me? !

"That person is indeed not you."

Guo Wei also penetrated Qin Kun's body with a ghost energy, changing Qin Kun's aura: "The timeline of this temple is messed up, and his destiny is different from yours!"

Guo Wei's eyes turned into two balls of green light, which were terrifyingly deep. In the deepest part of his eyes, Qin Kun's appearance was not reflected, but a dragon was swimming.