Ghost Shelter System

Zhao Feng's expression was not very clear, but Qin Kun finally understood it after thinking about it. m. The most traffic-saving and ad-free site for mobile phones.

It is equivalent to saying that the soul mold finger extracted some intangible things in Uncle Qu, such as resentment, obsession, etc., and then re-engraved Uncle Qu, forming some subtle connection with the original Uncle Qu.

This is the first time I heard that there is such an operation, but when I think about the ghost-like existence of shadow spirits and mirror spirits, I feel that after being deeply hypnotized, it is really possible to have the memory of Uncle Qu.

Without further ado, Wang Qian suggested: “How about we go to the Bamboo Garden to have a look.”

The Zhuyuan was almost completely looted by Qin Kun, but several people still sighed when they entered.

"It's incredible that there is a ghost village hidden in such a small bamboo garden..."

The Bamboo Garden is smaller than half a football field. This place has been opened up as a place for students to study in the morning. It is quite elegant. Who would have expected it to be so eerie and eerie at night.

Jueluo Manor is now an empty garden without any ghost energy. The rotten bones of the Eight Banners in the garden were scattered by Qin Kun. The two little ghosts guarding the bamboo forest were also killed and injured. Qin Kun turned around and looked at Guo Xiaoya who was being escorted. .

"Chang Chang, do you think she is still useful?"

Guo Xiaoya shivered when she heard this, and tensed up when she saw the eunuch behind her smiling sinisterly.

"Master, I've finished asking all the questions. It's useless."

"Then kill him."

Chang Chang was stunned and reminded: "Master, I think you always use that jar to collect ghosts..."

"She? Don't dirty my urn."

Guo Xiaoya used to be an evil ghost, but now her cultivation is comparable to that of a fierce ghost. A single candle can bring 100 points of merit, but Qin Kun still looks down upon her.

Guo Xiaoya was anxious: "Master Qin... I am willing to surrender to you. My bamboo silk ghost technique can repair ghost bodies. Since you feed fierce ghosts, you can't live without me!"

Guo Xiaoya lay on the ground and begged for mercy. Qin Kun's pants were pulled and he stepped on Guo Xiaoya's hand.

The foot weighing more than a thousand kilograms, with surging yang energy, directly crushed Guo Xiaoya's hand. Guo Xiaoya screamed heartbreakingly, and Qin Kun kicked her away in the face: "I can't live without you? Bamboo Clay Ghost, you He thinks too highly of himself."

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Linjiang City, Panlong District.

This is the location of the City God Temple.

The Chenghuang Temple is also one of the few antique streets in Linjiang City, and is home to the Shanfo Temple, the only temple in Linjiang City.

The temple is filled with green pines and cypresses, and has a leisurely ancient charm. At night, the stones, trees, and attic in the courtyard echo the bright moon in the sky, and are filled with a Zen atmosphere. But at this moment, there is a faint smell of blood floating in the air.

An old monk was dressed in rags, and his luxurious cassock was hung in strips of cloth. He stared and saw the sharp knife in his hand dripping with blood, and there were seven or eight corpses of monks lying in the yard.

Sweat mixed with blood flowed down his face, and the old monk suddenly knelt on the ground, covered his face and cried bitterly.

"Who can tell me what is going on!!!"

Some of these dead bodies were monks on orders and some were monks in the temple. The old monk twitched all over and suddenly heard footsteps.

Looking up, a monk appeared, holding Buddhist beads and chanting the Buddha's name.

"Kong Hui, you have broken the precept."

The corpses on the ground had long since expired, and the courtyard was filled with blood. The majestic Buddhist temple was no different from the Asura Hell.

"Senior Brother Kongyun! It wasn't me, it wasn't me...Senior Brother...it really wasn't me..." The old monk's fingers trembled, and his senior brother, Monk Kongyun, sighed: "Of course it wasn't you...Kong Hui, stay back look."

The old monk turned his head and unexpectedly saw two shadows.

A man with braids and a sneer, a hooked nose and a sinister expression. Beside him stood a tall guard.

Monk Kongyun opened his mouth and said, "Why did you cause my junior brother to become a demon? I wonder if there is any conflict between our Shanfo Temple and you?"

After Monk Kongyun finished speaking, Monk Konghui held up a sharp knife and said sternly: "It turns out there is a little ghost causing trouble!"

The guard touched his belly and looked at Monk Kongyun with a thunderous laugh: "Hahahaha, there is no Buddha heart, no Buddha nature. There is a demon in your junior brother's heart, why does my Lord need to bring trouble?"

The guard walked up to the other party, lowered his head, smiled ferociously, and patted the other party's face: "Monk Kong Hui, right... The Buddhist scriptures were read into the dog's belly???"

"You...!!!" Monk Kong Hui's chest was filled with depression, he vomited blood, and his eyes were about to burst: "I want your life!"

"One hundred and eight kalpas of Buddhism, five hundred Arhats' Dharma is boundless!"

"Vajra Buddha, Arhat Formation!"

Monk Kong Hui clasped his hands together, his torn clothes puffed up in the wind, his eyeballs turned pure white, and behind him, five hundred Arhats appeared one after another.

The guard sneered: "The battlefield is boundless with bones, the wind is scorching the earth and the graves are built!"

"Bang the drum!"

Behind the armor-clad guards and the braided man, a battlefield emerged. Then, a cemetery appeared, and an army of bones crawled out from thousands of tombs. Human skin was used as drums and human bones were used as mallets. The mirage expanded rapidly, destroying the monk in front of it. Shrouded in.

Beat the drum and get ready!

Beat the drum twice and charge!

Beat the drum three times to break the formation!

The five hundred Arhats were like bubbles that could burst with one poke. A bone in the hand of a bone soldier hit the monk on the head. The monk groaned and blood flowed from his seven orifices.

"Trash." The mirage was withdrawn, and the guards did not kill anyone. Monk Kong Hui could not believe it. The Arhat Formation that he was so proud of was so vulnerable?

"You..." Monk Kong Hui flashed a stern look and was about to rush forward again, but was stopped by his senior brother.

Monk Kongyun smiled bitterly and shook his head: "That's a ghost general."

Monk Kong Hui took a breath of cold air, was stunned for a moment, and burst into tears.

"Brother, I'm sorry for them, I..."

His blood-red eyes flashed with persistence and determination, "I will never let you go even if I am a ghost!!!"

Monk Kong Hui turned the tip of the knife and stabbed it into his chest.

Monk Kongyun closed his eyes, and two lines of thick tears fell from the corners of his eyes.

Blood spurted out. The guard licked the blood on his lips and turned around and said, "Master Jueluo, the mission is accomplished. This old monk committed suicide. His obsession should be enough."

After a while, a resentful ghost came out of the monk's body. The man with clear braids, who had been silent until now, picked up the ghost monk and said to himself: "The resentment is enough. Put finger gloves on him."

The ghost monk was struggling and the guard slapped him in the face: "Stop dreaming, you still want to kill us with this little ghost energy?"

A finger cot was forcibly put on, and the ghost monk was furious.

"Poor fire of bad karma?" Monk Kongyun exclaimed.

The man with clean braids smiled: "You have some knowledge. Your junior brother Buddha's heart was unstable, he went crazy, and killed seven people in anger. Master Kongyun, right? Do you want to seek revenge from me?"

Monk Kongyun pursed his lips: "Please leave your name. I will fight with you until death."

The man with clean braids laughed: "Aren't you afraid that I will kill you now if you speak so loudly?"

Monk Kongyun said: "You are afraid that I will teach the secrets of Buddhism and demons, that's why you dare not kill anyone."

"You are indeed knowledgeable. Vajra Buddha, I have seen it once. Are you a branch of the Fulin Temple? After learning a little bit, you want to establish a temple to preach. If you can't protect the teachings, don't be embarrassed."

The man with clear braids changed his appearance after seeing the ghost monk next to him being burned by the turbid fire of bad karma, and smiled with satisfaction.

"Remember, my name is Xijueluo." The man with the clear braid said, waving his hand and leaving. The guards escorted the ghost and followed him away.

If Qin Kun were here, he would definitely recognize that the ghost monk, who had been roasted by the turbid fire of bad karma, turned into the exact same appearance as Uncle Qu!