Ghost Shelter System

Entering the temple, the first thing Zhao Wumian said was: "There is a problem here!"

The temple door is small, and there is a Vajra guarding the door. There are two corpses, one is lying under Vajra's mace, with a mangled head, and the other is hanging on Vajra's Buddha's fork, with terrifying expressions, both of which look foreign.

Qin Kun took a deep breath, not only was there a problem, it was a big problem.

Before walking a few steps, I saw four dead bodies, and there were pilgrims inside the temple.

Couldn't the group of pilgrims see these corpses?

The temple is divided into five courtyards. Although the incense is not very popular, there are still elegant scholars who visit the ancient times to worship. Five or six gentle old and middle-aged people take pictures here with their cameras.

"Don't make any noise, just find someone. Take these talismans and stick them up. You can go together and don't be alone."

Qin Kun gave several diamond talismans to Cang Yi Chang and them. Cang Yi Chang was startled, brocade paper! This is top-grade talisman paper. As for the talisman, he can't understand it, but it must be a treasure.

The five of them went to the side courtyard, while Qin Kun paid attention to his surroundings.

There was nothing special about the cold front yard, but in addition to the temple entrance and under the two Vajra statues, Qin Kun also found a corpse that died in the Medicine Master Buddha Hall. The statues enshrined in Ranzen Temple are messy, mottled and broken, but there are many Buddhist temples and many unknown statues enshrined.

What they have in common is that those statues that look a little cleaner have dead people in the temple.

Qin Kun came to a large hall again, where a red-robed man was enshrined. He had a clean face, sharp eyes, and an aura like a superior person with the power of life and death.

"Sure enough, there is a body here too."

Qin Kun saw the statue sitting there with a sword on it, and a dead body under his feet. The dead man had a yellow beard, and his upper body was naked, revealing a tattoo of an inverted five-pointed star. He died in a horrifying manner, as if he did not expect that he would die.

Outside, a group of elegant tourists just happened to walk in. The old man who led them chuckled and stroked his beard and said: "It is indeed a strange temple. It houses Confucianism, Buddhism and Taoism, and it also houses an official. Guess who this person is." ?”

Another middle-aged person said: "It's not difficult to guess that he holds the wat in his hands and is convinced to obey."

The third person didn't seem to have guessed it, and muttered: "He is dressed in Ming style, and his face is clean and beardless. However, his official power comes from the inside out. I am afraid he is a high-ranking official."

The fourth person suddenly realized something and smiled: "I understand."

The fifth old man raised his hand and said: "Don't talk about it yet, ask the young people how they are doing."

Qin Kun was thinking about where the Black Soul Cult guys were hiding when a group of middle-aged and old men suddenly stopped him.

"Little brother, are you here to visit the temple and worship Buddha?"

Qin Kun ignored them and moved his nose. There was still the smell of blood nearby.

"Hey, why are you leaving? Mr. Liu is asking you something."

Qin Kun was startled, turned his head stiffly, and said with a dry smile: "Seniors, there is a problem in this temple. Can you leave first? There are some farmhouses nearby. Why not go eat fish and recite poems?"

Damn it, I’m dead! Forget it if you didn't see it, why are you so interested in guessing who is being worshiped here? ! Can't you feel how eerie it is here?

"You are so young, why are you so impetuous?" The middle-aged man who stopped Qin Kun was a little dissatisfied.

Qin Kun took a deep breath and replied: "Seniors, I don't study much, please spare me."

"Okay, Shu Ming, young people have their own hobbies. It's hard for future generations to do what they want."

The leader, Mr. Liu, stroked his beard and smiled. Although his words were polite, Qin Kun could see that there was still some regret in the old man's eyes.

Qin Kun was suffocating in his heart. He was looked down upon by others and refused to accept it.

He raised his hand and said: "Don't worry, seniors, don't you just want to know who he is? What's the problem?"

What's the difficulty?

We have all guessed who he is, the hard part is whether you are good or not!

Several people looked at Qin Kun, wondering what tricks he was playing.

Suddenly, I noticed that this young man's demeanor changed, his eyes were cold and his voice was like a bell.

"Tell them who you are!"

The atmosphere was stiff for two seconds. The leader, Mr. Liu, twitched his lips, shook his head and left first.

Several middle-aged and old men followed behind. They didn't say much, pointed at their heads, looked at Qin Kun, sighed, and followed him out.

Alas, the world is declining, and ancient learning is not popular.

On the altar, after all those people had gone out, the statue suddenly shook, its eyes turned suddenly, and it lowered its eyebrows as it looked at Qin Kun's aggressive eyes, seeming a little frightened. A voice echoed from the hall: "I am the Great Ming Jiu." Thousand-year-old Wei Zhongxian!"

Mr. Liu who walked out of the hall was startled and a little relieved: "I have some knowledge, but I am too naughty."

Several old men who mistakenly thought that Qin Kun was not smart also nodded in agreement: "Yes, you are just playing tricks like this, but you have some knowledge."

This group of people thought that Qin Kun deliberately pinched his throat to imitate the eunuch and thought that this young man was interesting.

A group of people left with contempt, and Qin Kun also knew that he could not clean himself up. This behavior was not a second grade, but a special second grade. Qin Kun glanced at the statue with a dark face, complaining in his heart why the other party didn't speak out earlier. The statue looked at Qin Kun in horror, and he didn't know where he had thrown his official power.

Qin Kun looked coldly and changed the subject: "How many accomplices did this guy you killed have?"

The statue replied dryly: "Three people entered the temple at that time, and two ran away. I'm afraid there are quite a few outside who didn't enter the temple."

"Why can't those Yang people see these dead people?"

"The master was joking, mirrors have mirror spirits, shadows have shadow spirits, mirages have mirage spirits, and temples naturally have temple spirits. How can these Yang people see these things in my temple? Little Bai is enshrined with so many years."

The speaker is naturally a little ghost who sits in the statue in order to collect incense. The temple spirit is also a parasitic ghost body. In order not to lose his soul, he can only stay in the statue. When the statue is dismantled or loses the incense, it will naturally disappear.

This old ghost is quite honest. Qin Kun nodded: "How many guys like you are there in this temple?"

"That's not many, maybe ten or so. Compared to other temples and Taoist temples, there are far fewer."

"Where is Master Tie Chan in the temple?"

"I don't know. The young man's cultivation is not enough, the incense is not strong, and he can't step out of the hall. Naturally, he doesn't know where the old monk is going."

After leaving the main hall, Qin Kun walked to the back room.

The wing of Luanzen Temple is clean and tidy, but the bed boards are covered with oil stains. The few futons on which they sit are shiny and shiny. The color of these futons is such that someone might take them up for auction.

Cang Yichang and the others turned around and came back.

"Head Qin, there is no one in the side courtyard."

"We went around the backyard and found that there was only a Wei Tuo Hall and no one was there."

Meeting in the wing room, several people summarized the investigation situation. A total of eighteen people died in the five courtyards of the temple, all with foreign faces, but not a single remnant of the Black Soul Sect showed up.

They thought they missed it this time, but unexpectedly smelled a scent.

"Hey, this is...perfume?"

Qin Kun nodded: "I should stay here, but I'm just not here now. The old ghost on the West Bridge of Science and Technology said that these people are refining corpses. I'm afraid they should hide near the underworld somewhere until night. Come back. There is something strange in this temple, and I want to stay here all night. You go to Muqiao Town and pick me up at any time."

"Are you alone? Isn't that good..." After listening to Qin Kun's suggestion, Chief Cang was a little worried.

"If I can't win, I can still run. There's nothing wrong with it."