Ghost Shelter System

Tonight is definitely Qin Kun's most unforgettable night.

The Black Soul Sect left so freely that Qin Kun's eyes could not detect how they disappeared. They left several corpses on the ground, as well as the ruins of a Buddhist temple and hundreds of crazy believers.

"Brother, what are you doing so stupidly? Come on, please!"

It's already the 21st century. When these guys saw the scene where the Black Soul Cult had just left, they still chose to express their respect in the oldest way, which was to kowtow.

Playing with people's hearts.

Qin Kun saw this group of people and held his breath: "Why do you worship?"

"Do you still need to ask? They are gods..."

Halfway through what he said, Qin Kun slapped him and knocked him down in the rain.

"Tell me! Why do you kneel to them?" Qin Kun looked at the other person.

Just now, Qin Kun slapped him sharply. The excited person next to him calmed down and looked over with timid and hostile eyes.

The second person said calmly: "You just saw it. They have magic. Are you not one of our teachers?"

Qin Kun lifted the man up with one hand and whispered: "Did you know that there is gold under the man's knees?"

The second person struggled to push Qin Kun's hand away and said scornfully: "Are you crazy? If you don't agree, get out!"

Qin Kun slapped the man with his backhand and pulled the man one meter away, causing his cheek to swell rapidly.

Qin Kun looked at the third person, who said loudly: "My daughter had a large abscess on her back the year before last, and it was cured by the holy water of Priest O'Lain!"

The man's eyes were rolling secretly, and he said solemnly: "Maybe you don't believe that there are miracles in the world, but that doesn't mean there are no miracles in the world! Our human knowledge is too shallow, and the Great Freedom Sect helps us expand our wisdom!"

The man was answering Qin Kun's question and at the same time encouraging others.

"Yes!" Many people echoed.

I'm sorry for his misfortune, but I'm angry that he doesn't fight! The mouth of the third person was directly swollen by Qin Kun.

This group of people are bad writers, and this person is the head of the bad writers. How can he expand his wisdom? Why do these scum of the Black Soul Sect deserve your flattery? Can anyone who performs mirage and sorcery become a god?

Chief Cang and others rushed over. Seeing Qin Kun beating people, they whispered: "Where are those people from the Black Soul Sect?"

"Run away."

"Beat away???"

No one thought that Qin Kun could beat them away by himself?

Hei Po and Zhao Wumian looked at each other. They had fought against Qin Kun. This might be true. Qin Kun couldn't fight two of his ghost generals, let alone himself. One Yang Qi could control two ghost generals. Taoist priests are not just cats and dogs who cheat you out of incense.

Chief Cang Yiyi came back to his senses and said the important point: "There are hundreds of people outside, and it is said that they are all believers in Wuzhou City. These people have no doubts about the 'divine magic' of the Black Soul Sect. What should we do? manage?"

Hundreds of people want to come to Ranzen Temple to admire the miracle? When word spread, it was like a large-scale feudal superstition gathering. If Feng Qiang found out that he had done nothing and would be despised if Feng Qiang found out that this happened, he might have to sell him out and take the blame.

These Black Soul Cult people are so abominable, they just left and caused such trouble for themselves!

Several hundred...

It’s no wonder that some nonsense talk about evil spirits in ancient times can seduce villagers and even nobles to rebel. As long as the common people see the ‘magic’ with their own eyes, their confidence will skyrocket. You may ask them to kill the emperor.

Qin Kun frowned and suddenly saw Hei Po gnashing her teeth. They had suffered heavy losses in Caotou Village today. They heard that the Black Soul Cult had left and they had no chance to take revenge. The sharp tattoos and the resentment of middle-aged and elderly women appeared directly on his face. .

Qin Kun hesitated for a moment and seemed to have an idea. Is it possible to temporarily transform these idiots into people that you can control, and then tell them that there are no ghosts and gods in the world, and that only by always doing good deeds and being calm can you keep your family safe? Slowly fade them?

Hiss... Buddhism and Taoism seem to have been doing this since ancient times.

Qin Kun looked at Hei Po and asked, "Hei Sangu, where is your Caotou Village?"

Hei Po was brewing resentment and was suddenly asked by Qin Kun. She was stunned and replied: "My mother-in-law's village is just a village. It is still in the mountains. I make a living by growing fruits and hunting. My mother-in-law's ancestors were Miao doctors and also taught some disciples."

"Daozhang Zhao, where are you at Feishui Mountain?"

Zhao Wumian, with disheveled hair, heard the words and said, "There are barren mountains and turbid water, and there are waterfalls in the mountains, so it is called Feishui Mountain. The poor people are used to being undisciplined, and there are not many people in the mountains."

Qin Kun looked at Chief Cang, who said honestly without waiting to ask questions: "I am the abbot of Yuxu Temple, I have thirty-three disciples, six brothers, one uncle, and I don't know how many disciples and grandchildren there are. Most of them are They are all lay disciples.”

When Lao Jin of the funeral parlor saw Qin Kun looking over, he also spoke at this time: "Our Wuzhou City Funeral Parlor is located at the foot of Xiwu Mountain, next to Monk Huanggu's Kuzuo Temple, plus Xiwu Cemetery, covering a total area of ​​600 acres. , the employees have a simple atmosphere and are dedicated to their duties..."

Qin Kun quickly interrupted: "Stop, it's none of your business!"

Lao Jin said with a dark face: "Why!"

"No reason. Take care of your funeral parlor and cremation building. If you have nothing to do, join in the fun with Daomen."

Lao Jin was deflated and stood there angrily. Qin Kun found that not long after the Black Soul Cult people left, the group of people who came to admire the miracle stood up with satisfaction and were ready to leave.

So Qin Kun opened his mouth to stop them.

"Everyone stop!"

Everyone was startled.

"Is there anyone in charge?"

Most people were silent, Qin Kun sneered: "Don't your priests have miracles to protect you? Why, the people in charge don't dare to say a word?"

"Who says you dare not! Don't insult Priest Orain!"

The person whose mouth was swollen by Qin Kun's slap stood up.

In addition to this person, a middle-aged man wearing glasses also stood up.

"Do you know the relationship between the Great Freedom Sect and O'Lain?"

The person whose mouth was swollen by Qin Kun said: "Haha, you want to trick us? Dream on. After tonight, we won't admit anything, and you can't even think of calling the police. Besides, we haven't done anything bad!"

"Be good and be true, and cultivate your wisdom! We have never done anything bad!"

A kind of person is often most afraid of what others think of him, so he has to take the initiative to explain. Qin Kun raised his hand to stop the noisy crowd and said: "Actually, O'Lain is a liar, and I just beat him away."

"Fart! Nonsense!"

"How dare you insult the priest? Do you know how many lives she saved in Europe 300 years ago?"

Damn it, 300 years ago, how dare she make up this nonsense for you? Isn’t this evil?

Qin Kun said loudly: "Then do you know how Taoist Zhao Wumian single-handedly attacked Toyotomi Hideyoshi's fleet and entered the Ming Dynasty 500 years ago?"

As soon as this statement came out, the whole audience was shocked.

Zhao Wumian's eyes were about to pop out, his mouth was open, and mucus was flowing from his nose. When he saw Qin Kun blowing his pussy so brazenly, he really wanted to get slapped by the person next to him to see if he was dreaming.

Qin Kun sneered with a serious expression, and suddenly there was a human skin cloak in his hand, which was draped on Taoist Zhao Wumian.

"Old Zhao, use mirage."

"No... Mr. Qin, you are putting me on the fire! I am not a liar! If this is spread, I will be beheaded!"

"Don't worry, I've watched it all. No one in this group is recording the video. It can't be spread out! They are all evil villains. How dare they spread the word about you?"

"Why don't you dare! Besides, how can I use my mirage on so many people! I don't have enough Yin Qi!"

Qin Kun pouted: "I say enough is enough!"

He was riddled with five yangs, and the skinned ghost's human skin could help him perform mirage spells. The yin energy of the human skin was definitely enough to cover up his yang energy, and even spread the aura, so it was not difficult for Zhao Wumian to cast a mirage spell.

This group of people finally got together. To brainwash them, a large-scale deception would be necessary.