Ghost Shelter System

During the day, the plan to go to the orchard was shelved.

After getting rich, some worries began to increase. Qin Kun drove back to the village. Many uncles warmly invited him to come and sit at home. If they didn't go, they would blame them and look down on them. Qin Kun was dragged by his father to visit the second grandfather, fifth grandfather, and several cousins' homes one after another. We are all from the same village. When we were young, we came out during the hard times and helped each other. It would be impossible not to go.

He went empty-handed and was given a lot of gifts. Qin Kun had no choice but to give out lucky money to the juniors one after another. The elders were satisfied and had a relationship with Qin Kun.

Almost everyone in Qinjia Village has the surname Qin. After finishing the relationship, it was already getting late.

The father, uncle, and third uncle gathered together to drink, play cards and chat with several cousins ​​who came over. Qin Liang was the most popular after Qin Kun. He brought a lot of money to the family when he came back during the Chinese New Year. Girls Qin Qing and Qin Ying were happy. Qin Liang also enjoys this treatment, serving tea and water, passing cigarettes and beating his legs.

"Brother! What are you thinking about? Going to play cards?"

Qin Ming, Qin Xue, eldest sister Qin Run, and sister-in-law Zhengzheng gathered at a table of mahjong and started playing. Qin Liang invited Qin Kun to play together.

"No."

In the sky, the moon is dark and the wind is high, and the wind is penetrating. The candles beside the meal at the door are flickering. It feels like there is something evil tonight.

"Liangzi, do you know where our orchard is?"

"I know! It's late at night, are you going?"

"Go over and take a look."

Qin Liang took the flashlight and led Qin Kun all the way to the back mountain.

Just as I was walking forward, suddenly the electric switch broke in the yard.

The lively mahjong table suddenly fell silent, and the entire courtyard became quiet and bright. Except for the altar table for Qin Kun's grandparents, the only remaining dining table was at the door.

"What's going on?" Qin Ming went next door and found that there was a power outage in the village. During the Chinese New Year, a power outage was a particularly bad sign.

Rumor has it that the older generation prefers candles and oil lamps to electrical appliances. The village has mentioned that if anyone loses power during the Chinese New Year, it is probably because the elders of the family are coming back for a reunion.

The mahjong table was full of women and children. Qin Ming could not find Qin Kun or Qin Liang, but he saw a haggard old man walking in at the door and taking a cake from the altar table at the door...

After taking the cake, the old man smiled at the people in the yard, blood streaming from his eyes.

Qin Xue was trembling all over, her teeth were chattering and she said: "Sister Run! Brother Er Ming! Have you seen it???"

Qin Ming's scalp was numb, and his sister Qin Run was obviously frightened. The moment the old man appeared, Qin Run felt something was wrong. Seeing the scene of his pupils bleeding, he lost control and almost fainted.

The old man disappeared in a flash, and no trace of his clothes could be seen anymore.

Qin Ming said solemnly: "Xiaoxue, are you dazzled? Stop standing there stupidly, Zhengzheng, go back and hold the baby, and follow me to dad's place. Sister, take Xiaoxue and follow me closely."

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The back mountain is a bamboo forest. The mountain road is relatively flat when it doesn't rain. This is the bamboo forest of Qin Ming's family, and the orchard is not far away.

Qin Liang walked in front. On the dark mountain road, the flashlight only had a weak light. Qin Liang breathed in the air-conditioner: "Brother, our place is haunted at night, hehe."

It was cold in the mountains, so Qin Liang suddenly spoke, his flashlight shining from his chin upwards, it was obvious that he was causing trouble.

Seeing his rich cousin playing such childish tricks, Qin Kun smiled angrily: "Brother is not afraid of ghosts."

Qin Liang saw Qin Kun's disdain and whispered: "It's true, the orchard rented by our family actually expanded several acres. When the land was opened, three wild coffins were dug out."

"Wild coffins" are coffins whose names are unknown. When graves were dug in the countryside, some children who died young or women and children who died of illness could not enter their ancestral graves, so they found other places to bury them. If no monument is erected or worshiped, it becomes a wild grave. Legend has it that wild coffins love to spawn evil ghosts and take revenge on people.

Qin Kun was stunned. He had never heard of this from his family.

"Why didn't you tell me earlier?"

Qin Liang curled his lips: "A lot of wild coffins were dug up during the land reform. In recent years, Baolin Baoyuan has also dug up a lot of wild coffins near the village. It's nothing. Are you afraid?"

Qin Kun smiled, who was afraid and who didn't know yet.

The orchards are quite large, some are covered with greenhouses and some are in the open air. I heard that three kinds of fruits are grown, but Qin Kun didn't ask in detail. Looking at the tender saplings now, he doesn't know what they are.

Qin Liang found that his elder brother didn't care about the orchard and insisted on asking where the wild coffin was dug. Qin Liang led the way to an open space.

"My uncle said, 'Planting trees on graves will cut off our livelihood.' Apart from pines and cypresses, other people's graves cannot be planted with these self-interested economic vegetation, otherwise they will be retaliated by ghosts and gods, and the land will be empty."

"Where are the three coffins?"

"There is a small ditch at the other end of the orchard, so we moved it there and buried it. We also performed rituals."

When he saw the place where the tombs were moved, Qin Kun couldn't laugh or cry. The small ditch seemed to be a river before. It had dried up for a long time and only the river channel was left. There were no roads on all sides and there were rocks. Except for the three tombs that had been repaired, they were almost ignored.

Damn... people are staying well in their graves, and you can just dig out the coffin, but why are they buried in the grave?

The water does not flow away here, and the air does not stay. The flat land is like a trapped dragon, breeding monsters and giving rise to evil, and people will take revenge. Any piece of land around is better than this ditch...

Qin Kun squatted down, twirled the new soil, turned around and said, "Liangzi, go to the orchard and wait for me for a while."

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Qin Liang was startled: "Brother, what are you doing? There is a god three feet above your head, don't do whatever you want!"

"God? If there is a god in this damn place, I am it. Leave now, I have some personal matters."

Qin Kun drove him away impatiently. Qin Liang became anxious and said with a bitter face: "Brother, there is such a god. Look at the cliff over there!"

Qin Kun followed the light of the flashlight and saw that there was... a temple on the cliff half a dozen meters away? ? ?

"Linglong Staircase, Xuanshan Temple..." Qin Kun squinted his eyes. This was something he only heard from Lao Wang when he first started working.

Next to the temple is a steep stone wall. Most people will never be able to go up this temple because the stone stairs are too steep and the risk factor is too great. The point is, this stone stairs are not for people to walk up.

This is for animals to walk on.

Qin Liang said to himself: "This temple is quite old. It used to be a barren mountain and did not belong to our Qinjia Village. When the orchard was opened, the second grandfather came and said that this temple was used when he was a child. There it is, it’s dedicated to the Five Immortals.”

Qin Liang was blasted away by Qin Kun. Qin Kun no longer cared about the three wild coffins. Qin Kun climbed up the steep stone staircase, 10 meters above the ground.

There are incense and candles in the temple, as well as incense tables and futons.

It was said to be a temple, but it was actually just a grotto of less than five square meters. The altar was dark and the statues could not be seen. Qin Kun took out a lighter and lit two candles next to it.

A thin, pointed-faced priest with elongated pupils sat cross-legged on the altar table.

The cold wind blew, the candle flames flickered, and the priest on the altar suddenly opened his eyes.

"Who is in the hall, and what is the purpose of coming here?"

The elegant wording, the sharp and empty voice, combined with the white curtains swaying in the wind, created a great atmosphere.

Qin Kun clapped his hands calmly and said loudly: "People from Qinjia Village, come and pay homage to the mountain."