Ghost Shelter System

Xu's Yizhuang is the most complete preserved monument in Guning County.

It was damaged to a certain extent during the destruction of the Four Old Ages. Many buildings, ancestral halls, ancient buildings, and granaries were damaged to varying degrees. They were later restored, and now only the scale of that year can be vaguely seen.

However, the most complete thing preserved here is the Yizhuang Hall on the far west side where the corpses are buried.

"From the Manchu period to the present, for hundreds of years, Xu's Yizhuang has been serving it until now."

"Visitors can see that the newly parked coffins here are people who died in a foreign land in Guning County."

"In addition, there is an ancient cellar in the inner courtyard of the Yi Zhuang. I heard that there are corpses in it that have not yet been buried. Xu's Yi Zhuang is now open to the public, collecting tickets from tourists, and cremating and burying them. The charity hall is also There is a merit box, and I hope that all tourists who are capable will show kindness so that they can be buried in a foreign land with peace of mind."

At 4 o'clock in the afternoon, Qin Kun, Wu Senran, and Qi Hongzhuang arrived at Xu's Yi Zhuang. He could not have imagined that a mortuary mourning hall would one day be able to accept tourists, and it seemed that there were many people.

In fact, while the funeral culture is feared by people, it also arouses curiosity among some people.

This is one of the places with the most complete preservation of funeral culture in the entire south. Qin Kun only learned about it when he heard Chu Qianxun talk about it before.

In the charity hall, incense is enshrined. On the shrine is a statue of a cold-faced god, sitting upright with his eyes closed. There are two night wandering gods beside him, one crying and one laughing, serving him.

"This Yin God is the Yuanjun of the Five Halls, the patron saint of wandering ghosts. All ghosts who are kind to others and cannot return to their roots after death will be protected by the Yuanjun of the Five Halls."

"In the merit box, each visitor can donate up to 9 yuan. An extra dollar will be a blessing. The money will be used to purchase a cemetery for the deceased to bury."

"Visitors who want to donate can draw lots in the box next to them, and our Taoist priest Shangxuan of Yizhuang will interpret the lots for everyone."

After the tour guide of Xu's Yizhuang explained it to everyone, everyone saw an old Taoist priest filling the lamp from the side and smiled at everyone.

Wu Senran got up late today and couldn't go out with Li Zhe and others, so he came to Xu's Yizhuang with Qin Kun and Qi Hongzhuang.

He saw a tour guide frothing at the mouth, encouraging everyone to donate money, and curled his lips in disdain: "I've never heard of the Five Palaces Yuanjun, and he's so arrogant. If you want to deceive people, why don't you use some reliable tricks?"

Qi Hongzhuang is now very unhappy with Wu Senran. This big man speaks his mind but doesn't mean it. He is really a simple-minded person with well-developed limbs.

She glanced at Wu Senran: "Big man, the Yuanjun of the Fifth Palace is King Yama of the Fifth Palace, also known as the Lord of Hell. You dare to talk like this in Yizhuang, are you really not afraid of running into ghosts?"

Wu Senran shrank his neck. He had heard of Lord Yama's name before. He had been having nightmares these past few nights, and he had even said words like Lord Yama's blessing, but he didn't expect to bump into his old man today.

Wu Senran quickly spent money to buy a large incense stick to burn on the statue, and donated another 100 yuan to express his gratitude.

Qin Kun also donated 10 yuan. He saw that the number of urns parked here was even worse than that of their funeral home. Cemeteries are very expensive now, so if you want to bury all these urns, it will take a lot of people to work together.

"Old Taoist Priest, why are there so many urns here?"

Qin Kun did not draw lots, but directly chatted with the old Taoist priest, and also helped him light the everlasting lantern.

The old Taoist priest had kind eyes and smiled: "They are all homeless beggars and vagrants. Our ancestors of the Xu family have always done good deeds and will collect their corpses. In recent years, as the family fortune has declined, we cannot violate the rules of our ancestors."

It turns out that this is the case. No wonder the Xu family is the only one in Guning County that has been preserved to this day. It seems that it has done a lot of good deeds in the past.

The old Taoist priest watched Qin Kun lighting the lamp. Every time the lighter was lit, it would go out for no reason, so he said: "Little brother, go and draw a lot, and the old Taoist can help you figure it out. You don't need to light these everlasting lamps, they won't light." "

Qin Kun took out the match he brought from the hotel and struck it lightly. The flame ignited and then went out inexplicably.

Qin Kun felt a little strange. He drew his eyebrows and opened his eyes.

At this moment, Qin Kun could feel some strange spiritual power fluctuations on these oil lamps, which were faintly preventing the flames from approaching. Qin Kun was out of breath when he saw the old Taoist priest lighting six or seven lamps in succession. Qin Kun's competitive spirit arose. If he couldn't light a single lamp, his life would be in vain.

Qin Kun took out a few matches, pinched his head, pinched the red phosphorus between his fingers, and rubbed it gently. The phosphorus powder burned instantly, sparks sprinkled on the twist of the lamp, and a long-lasting lamp lit up.

"Look, isn't this on fire?" Qin Kun smiled.

The old Taoist's smile disappeared, he looked at Qin Kun steadily, and asked in a low voice: "Yinlong Tian's hand makes mortal fire. Is this little brother a descendant of Qingxuan Haima Yongjiang?"

Qingxuanhai? Ma Yongjiang?

Qin Kun seemed to have heard of this name, but forgot it.

He learned this skill from Chu Qianxun. When he saw Chu Qianxun lighting an oil lamp with his bare hands, it was quite magical. Qin Kun went to ask for advice as if he were learning magic. For this reason, he gave her nearly 200 merit coins.

"The old Taoist priest admits his mistake. I learned it from a friend. She is not a descendant of Qing Xuanhai."

Qin Kun answered honestly.

The old Taoist priest observed for a while. Qin Kun has five sharp bones, double stars in his eyes, and looks like he was born with earth. Ma Yongjiang's lineage is all wood-based Taoism. Earth generates gold, metal overcomes wood, and wood overcomes earth, so it is impossible for him He is the successor of Ma Yongjiang.

But how did you learn this 'Yin Dragon Fire'?

The old Taoist priest was confused. When he looked at Qin Kun again, he suddenly felt a sense of déjà vu.

The old Taoist priest seemed to remember something, his heart skipped a beat, and he quickly grabbed Qin Kun's wrist.

With this touch, the old Taoist priest's hand bounced away like an electric shock.

How... how is it possible! ! ! Isn't he... already dead?

The old Taoist priest felt huge waves in his heart.

"who are you?!!"

The old Taoist priest's originally calm and calm expression changed, and Wu Senran came out next to him: "Old Taoist priest, so many people have donated money and are waiting for you to undo the signatures. What are you doing here? Hey, Qin, why are you doing this in private? The old Taoist priest is running a small stove?"

Wu Senran clearly saw that the old Taoist priest was helping Qin Kun read his face or palm reading. This kind of special treatment made him very unhappy. Qin Kun had just donated 10 yuan, and he donated 100 yuan and three sticks of incense! !

Last name... surname Qin?

The old Taoist priest was dragged away by Wu Senran in shock, leaving Qin Kun in confusion.

"Director Qin, do you know him?" Qi Hongzhuang walked over and asked.

Qin Kun shook his head. He had been out of the provincial capital for the first time in 22 years since he was a child. How could he know this old Taoist priest?

"Forget it, I'll go somewhere else and look around." Qin Kun said, this week's mission was in the mountains behind Xu's Yizhuang, and he had to figure out the route here before night.

"Aren't you going to draw lots?" Qi Hongzhuang was curious.

Qin Kun shook his head: "Feudal superstition is not trustworthy."

Qi Hongzhuang: "..."

Brother, you are the one who engages in feudal superstition, right?

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