Ghost Shelter System

The sky is dark and the earth is dark, and the cold moon is high.

Beside the gloomy spring where dead souls gathered, a hanged ghost stuck his tongue into the water, rolled up the spring water and fed it to his mouth.

His long tongue licked away the water stains around his mouth, feeling somewhat refreshed.

He turned around and saw a woman in wedding clothes next to him, and asked in a low voice: "Baibi people, what city is this?"

The woman crossed her legs and sat sideways on the bluestone beside the spring. Her hair was a little messy. She recalled it carefully before saying, "Forty-nine."

The Hanged Ghost heard this and nodded.

Beside the spring, there were all corpses of ghost soldiers. As the wind stirred up, the corpses quickly decomposed, turning into white bones, and then into green smoke, floating in the air.

Not far away was the wall of this earthen city. From the gap, a bloody corpse and a headless ghost jumped down.

"Sister, Ah Diao, thank you for your hard work. Come and have something to eat."

The bloody corpse was carrying a patched bag on its back, which contained cakes, fruits, vegetables, and some miscellaneous food.

The headless ghost held two huge sealed bags under his arms, and a water jar was propped on his broken neck, which was full of blood.

Four ghosts gathered around the Yin Spring to share food. The woman, wearing a black and red wedding dress, chose a beautiful fruit and bit it, asking, "Where is the monk?"

"Going to cheat."

The Hanged Ghost said: "Look at so-and-so's eyes. Did he strike too hard?" The Hanged Ghost pointed at the swollen corners of his eyes with an angry expression.

The bloody corpse was speechless: "That's okay. Last time I pretended to be a villain, but I was burned alive. Did I complain?"

The headless ghost's voice came from his chest: "The head I finally picked up that time was blown open, and I didn't complain."

The ghosts were slandering the monk while comparing their misfortunes, but they ate very quickly. The two sealed sheepskin bags were full of incense. After each inhaled, their injuries gradually recovered, and they separated and followed each other in a tacit understanding.

The four ghosts stood in four directions and hid in the trees near the Yinquan. After a while, they saw a well-respected monk coming out.

"Haha, fellow villagers, there is no need to send each other off. Remember to recite Buddha's name at all times and do good deeds every day."

"Master, the city lord is dead, and several generals have also died at the hands of evildoers. How about you stay and be worshiped by us and protect us?"

"Yes, Master, those villains are cruel and ruthless, I'm afraid they will come back!"

"Master, you must stay."

The monk held the flower and smiled, and the golden light behind his head soared: "Amitabha, I am a member of the Buddhist sect, and I want to save all sentient beings. Always recite the Buddha's name, do good deeds every day, and the Buddha will protect you. Besides, when the Ling Guan Soul Lantern here dissipates, Fengdu will send someone Come here, one more poor monk is not much, and one less poor monk is not much."

There were constant cries of condolence. When the ghosts saw that the monk had decided to leave, they lamented for a while and then stopped forcing him.

A respected old ghost said: "Master, we have prepared some gifts. They are all incense tributes that cannot be put on the table. Master Wanwang..."

"Take it back." The monk suddenly looked solemn, "I am a Buddhist. I am here to save all sentient beings. How can I repay you?"

The respected old ghost said loudly: "These are tributes to the Buddha, why doesn't Master accept them?!"

"Yes, Master! Why don't you accept it?!"

"Master, why don't you accept it?"

"Master, take it."

"Master, if you hadn't arrived in time, those two male and female thieves would have massacred the city! Can't we just treat our gratitude as a tribute to the Buddha?"

The monk stood up straight, with a solemn expression, and slowly clasped his hands together.

"Amitabha Buddha is a poor monk."

After accepting the tribute and saying goodbye to the ghost people at the top of the city, the monk walked for three miles before putting away the Buddha's light and taking a long breath.

"Stop following, everyone come out."

Four ghosts walked out of the trees in front of them. They were the four big ghosts who had followed him all the way.

"Skinned, headless, come and move things. Big sister, Ah Diao, thank you for your hard work. It's not easy to play the role of a male and female robber."

These big ghosts are naturally the lost ghosts of Qin Kun.

The Skinned Ghost, the Headless Ghost, the Water Monk, the Wedding Clothes Ghost, and the Hanged Ghost.

After Qin Kun fell asleep, several big ghosts lost their offerings. Qin Kun slept for an unknown amount of time. Seeing that Qin Kun could not wake up within a short period of time, they left their offerings in the City of Ten Deaths and went out. Make a living.

After going through countless hardships, I climbed up Shihuang Mountain and arrived here on the other side of the mountain.

This place is called hell, it is vast and vast, and the five big ghosts have lived here for who knows how many years. At first they made a living by robbing, but later they were targeted by Fengdu's evil spirits and turned to murder and arson.

The routine is very simple. Choose a small town with not many ghost generals, and have the hanged ghosts and married ghosts who are powerful ghost generals pretend to be evildoers. They will kill or kidnap the spiritual officials and ghost generals in the city, steal a batch of them for worship in the open, and then use them to make sacrifices. The water monk came forward to repel the evildoers, appease the ghost people, and secretly collected another batch.

After killing someone, they robbed them, and after appeasing them, they accepted some offerings with peace of mind. As big ghosts, the five ghosts managed to maintain their cultivation with these offerings that had insufficient spiritual energy.

A total of forty-nine ghost cities were plundered, all of which were smaller than Black Stone City, Qin Kun's territory in [Hell Realm].

Five ghosts were walking on the road. After dividing the spoils, the Hanged Ghost asked, "Where are we going?"

Peipei said: "Who knows. It doesn't matter where you go, these incense tributes are enough for us to last for half a month."

The hanged ghost said dissatisfiedly: "When will this day end? Who can tell me?"

"Why are you talking about this so politely?"

"I don't want to do this kind of thing anymore."

The skinned ghost sneered: "Ah Diao, where did your righteousness come from?"

A noose suddenly appeared around the skinned ghost's neck, and the skinned ghost was suspended in the air.

The Hanged Man pulled him close and said coldly: "Do you have any objections?"

With a rustling sound, the Hanged Ghost started from his arms, and black needle-like ghost grass sprouted out of his seven orifices. The ghost grass had extremely strong vitality and soon pierced the Hanged Ghost's skin, turning him into a hedgehog instantly.

"Skin it off and take away your parasitic ghost skills, otherwise you will die miserably!"

The Hanged Ghost said coldly, tightening the rope.

The Skinned Ghost felt like he couldn't breathe easily, and his head felt like it was about to burst. His eyes bulged, and he gritted his teeth and said, "Don't even think about it!"

When the two were confronting each other, a monk suddenly appeared.

"Amitabha."

The Buddha's moon hung high in the sky, and the Buddha's light shone everywhere. The rope around the skinned ghost's neck and the ghost grass on the hanging ghost's body disappeared.

The Wedding Dress Ghost raised his eyelids and glanced at the two of them: "Do you think you grabbed too much incense this time? This time your injuries will be repaired by your own ghost energy!"

The Skinned Ghost and the Hanged Ghost faced each other tit for tat, and both showed provocative looks. Monk Shui smoothed things over and said, "Brothers, don't speak foreign languages. It's a good thing that Brother Kun and Brother Niu are not here, otherwise you two would have been beaten to death long ago."

When Qin Kun was mentioned, everyone fell silent.

After a while, Peipei said: "Sister, why don't we go back?"

In the eyes of the skinned ghost, Niu Meng and the ghost in the wedding dress are the two ghosts Qin Kun admires the most. Without Niu Meng, the peeling ghost always follows the lead of the ghost in the wedding dress. After so many years away from home, the Wedding Dressed Ghost had saved him several times, and he was grateful from the bottom of his heart.

"go back……"

There was a strange expression on the face of the wedding ghost, which seemed to be yearning or memory.

Monk Shui looked at the wedding ghost with a calm expression.

The headless ghost stood there blankly.

The Skinner looked forward to it.

The hanged man said nothing, but seemed to have something to say.

Several ghosts were waiting quietly for the wedding ghost's reply.

After a long while, the wedding ghost said: "How long have we been gone?"

"It seems...ten years."