Ghost Shelter System

Linjiang City, Kuishan Old House.

Late at night, Ge Zhan was alone in the yard, quietly looking at Nie Yuxuan who was sleeping on the ground. It has been six days and six nights. In the past few days, the yang energy in Nie Yuxuan's body was steaming like mist, running on its own, steaming away all the dew on his body.

But as time passed, the yang energy stimulated by Yinfeng Wine gradually became less violent than it was at first. The comfortable state was about to be broken, and it was time for Nie Yuxuan to wake up.

"Uncle Master."

Behind him, Jing Sansheng walked over and stood quietly behind Ge Zhan.

"When will Yu Xuan wake up?" Jing Sansheng looked at Nie Yuxuan, who was sleeping soundly on the ground, and asked in a low voice, as if he was afraid that the louder voice would disturb him.

"About...tomorrow morning..."

Jing Sansheng nodded. He almost regarded this eldest disciple as his own son. In terms of relationship, Nie Yuxuan and him were more like father and son than Li Chong and him.

"Do you...have to send someone to Maoshan to ask for a number?" Jing Sansheng asked carefully.

‘Hao’ is another name, commonly known as ‘Celestial Master’s Imperial Hao’. As a ghost hunter, once you reach the first level, the most important thing is the ‘imperial title’, which is the most orthodox title for walking in the path of life and death. Since ancient times, the Chinese can only go to Maoshan to get the title of the Tao of Life and Death. Maoshan is the ancestral court of the Tao of Life and Death, and the title given by Maoshan is equivalent to the title of the spiritual official.

The titles of "Painted Immortal" in Fengdu Temple, "Yulong Taisui" in Yulongshan, "Xuanru" in Panjia, and even "Yunzun" Yang Shen were all given by Maoshan. Those at the lower level, such as Chu Dao, the fortune teller, Yu Yuexian, the magician of five arts, and Jing Sansheng, the tiger in iron clothes, all went to Maoshan to get their titles.

Ge Zhan shook his head: "The dragon of our Douzong must ask for prophecy..."

prophecy? Would you like to ask a prophecy?

Then shouldn't we go to the Candle Sect Chu Laoxian?

Seeing Jing Sansheng's doubts, Ge Zhan smiled slightly: "Some things... you haven't cultivated to that level... I can't tell you. My prophecy was given by Yang Shen. What do you think? Is there anything wrong?"

Ge Zhan is known as the 'Mighty Heavenly Dragon', which was given to him by Yang Shen back then. Yang Shen's strength has indeed reached the level of the 'Celestial Master Title' required by Maoshan. In fact, not only Maoshan can ask for numbers, but some top ghost hunters can also give them numbers.

These four words were given to him by Yang Shen back then. They already had Zen rhymes, but they did not fit Ge Zhan's Taoist identity at the time. However, later, Ge Zhan spent ten years suppressing demons in Bailong Temple, and he was completely a 'Mighty Heavenly Dragon' A true portrayal.

Jing Sansheng had some understanding. Since his uncle asked for prophecy, nothing would happen to Maoshan.

"Then...when will we go find Qin Kun?"

"Huh, no need. The old immortal from Yulongshan has already given him a title. He is a Heavenly Master, and the title given to him has ruined Nie Yuxuan's future possibilities. If he doesn't want to fall out with Yulongshan in the future, he can only be called 'Yingshilong' .”

Ge Zhan was also very melancholy. Although the title granted by Yu Long Tai Sui could help boost Nie Yuxuan's reputation, he did not want others to interfere with the granting of the title. Wouldn't this add chaos?

"The dragon king of this world opened his scales and descended to earth with clouds and rain"

The old immortal still gave gifts to each other because he felt that the two dragons of the Douzong were too close to the accompanying Tengu, which was a stumbling block.

"Except Maoshan, the other heavenly masters can only give the number to one person. The old man gave the number to Yu Xuan, and we have to thank him. Alas, I just don't know who Qin Kun will give the number to in the future..."

…

Qin Kun, who was far away in Linzhou, was staying at the guest house.

I have been busy for a few days and have come all the way, but I haven't seen the rightful owner yet, which makes me feel uneasy. The result of not being at ease is that you can't sleep at night, and the room is full of ghosts. The yin energy is too strong, which makes it even harder for people to sleep well.

A house is less than 20 square meters, and this is not the first time Qin Kun has experienced things like ghosts pressing on the bed. On the left side of the bed is Niu Meng, on the right is Skinner, under the feet is the Water Monk, there is a hanged ghost on the ceiling, there is a headless ghost beside the curtains, and there is a wedding ghost under the bed. Eunuch Chang winked and spontaneously stood at the door to pray for Qin Kun. Gatekeeping.

The tea fairy and ghost's magical weapon, Cha Xianping, was peeled out and used to play cards. The tea fairy and ghost wanted to cry but had no tears. Qin Kun couldn't sleep. With his eyes wide open, he saw a group of guys with horrible death conditions lying on top of him playing poker. Insomnia deepens.

"Master~What are you thinking about?"

The Wedding Dress Ghost got into Qin Kun's arms and pecked Qin Kun on the mouth.

Qin Kun hated this kind of guy who always made excuses that he was cold and then got into bed with others and used his beauty to trick her into sucking the Yang Qi from time to time. However, he had no choice but to let her suck the Yang Qi that he had deceived with his own skills.

Seeing Qin Kun's dark face, the wedding ghost stuck out his tongue and went to take a nap lazily.

At 5 o'clock in the morning, a group of ghosts were having a great time. When he turned around, Qin Kun's eyes were filled with black circles, and there were a group of ghosts with miserable deaths around him. He felt that they were dying with their eyes open, which was quite pitiful.

"Ahem, Brother Kun...are you still awake?"

"How the hell can I sleep?!"

Not to mention there is a wedding dress under the quilt. On the left is a cow, and on the right is a water monk at the end of the skinned bed, surrounding him from all directions. When he looks up, there is a hanged man hanging from the ceiling, smiling at himself. Is this really a way to meditate?

And the key is still cold!

This guest house has no floor heating or air conditioning! ! ! What a broken place!

The group of ghosts were also a little embarrassed, but suddenly, the door to the room opened...

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The sound of friction was particularly obvious in the silent environment. An old man with purple cheeks, showing his scorched teeth, flew in like a float.

"It's so late at night... why are you making so much noise..." The old man's voice was very ethereal. He slowly floated to Qin Kun's bedside and looked at Qin Kun with a sinister smile.

"Who are you? What are you doing in my room?" Qin Kun was confused.

"Me? This guest house is run by me... Who do you think I am... As for why I came to your room, of course it's because your room... is full of yin energy!!!"

As the old man spoke, his eyeballs suddenly bulged, and his mouth turned into a bloody mouth, almost as big as half of his body. A fishy smell came to his face, and the old man's head swelled to the point of being twisted, as if he wanted to eat Qin Kun in one bite. .

The corners of Qin Kun's eyes twitched. The smell was so unpleasant!

Ignoring the other person's scary look, Qin Kun asked calmly: "Then do you know why my room is full of yin energy?"

After scaring Qin Kun, the old man was ready to see Qin Kun's embarrassment, but found that the other party was completely indifferent. How courageous was this man...?

After hearing the other party's serious question, the old man returned to his normal appearance, and at the same time he was confused: "Why?"

"Why do you think that is?"

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"Why do you think that is?"

Eight ghost generals appeared one after another and asked quietly.

Qin Kun's Yang energy was surrounded by layers, which made it appear that the place was filled with Yin energy. Qin Kun didn't want them to show up and scare others, so in the eyes of the old man, Qin Kun's house was rich in Yin energy and not enough in Yang energy. But now, every time the old man Hearing one sound, his heart skipped a beat, and eight voices sounded one after another, making him feel dizzy.

Ghost, ghost, ghost, ghost... a ghost nest...

The yin energy was too strong, and the old man drew away with a loud sound.

Eunuch Chang supported the fainted old man and smiled: "Master, how should we deal with it?"

When Qin Kun saw the old man who had been dead for who knows how many years, he was really too lazy to deal with him.

"Wake up and ask him to get me some hot water bottles."

"Okay."

…

The next morning, when Qin Kun checked out, he found his boss coming to Qin Kun with a sneer.

"Brother, it's strange to say that last night I dreamed about my father who died three years ago. He asked me in the dream to waive your rent. Since it's fate, I won't charge you any money."

A few people in the Cangyi Road looked at Qin Kun unexpectedly. This matter was quite interesting. Could it be Qin Kun's trick? I'm afraid it won't be enough for this little money.

Qin Kun snorted coldly, curled his lips and walked away with dark circles under his eyes.

The boss's smile froze and he frowned. Why is this man so rude? I don't want to take your money but I still show off. Have I offended you?

Seeing Qin Kun go away, the boss called him unlucky. If his father hadn't asked him in his dream, he would have had to get his rent money back. nt

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