Ghost Shelter System

In the evening, Qin Kun suddenly received an urgent field mission.

A car accident occurred in Linjiang City this afternoon. A rare heavy snow blocked a mountain road. A truck lost control and collided with a car on the national highway. The two deceased people had been cremated one after another, and the remaining ones seemed to belong to a wealthy family.

Qin Kun came to the inner room of the mourning hall, asked the family members to leave, and began to sew up the body and arrange the remains.

An hour later, the corpse, which had died in a miserable state, was now lying peacefully on the bed with a calm face.

"Master Qin... I'm sorry to trouble you..." The family members of the deceased who were sobbing were helped over to express their thanks and gave Qin Kun a red envelope.

"That's right. My condolences."

Qin Kun put away the red envelope, returned the gift, said goodbye to his family, and left the mourning hall.

Qin Kun has handled a lot of this kind of urgent tasks in the past two years. Some of the deceased's deaths are so miserable that their families cannot accept them. At this time, they need the help of the undertaker.

They strive to allow the deceased to go away peacefully and for their families to see them go on their way peacefully.

For a funeral practitioner, this is also the greatest effort Qin Kun can do.

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Ride the car and return to the community.

In the house, Chu Qianxun put on a facial mask and bought a TV. Wang Qian, wearing a Taoist robe lining, watched the TV with Chu Qianxun with great interest.

Qin Kun opened his eyes wide and pointed at the TV: "Where did this thing come from?"

Chu Qianxun glanced sideways at Qin Kun: "I flew here by myself!"

you!

Qin Kun was speechless... This woman's words were really thorny.

After the three of them finished eating and cleaned up, Wang Qian looked at the time: "I have to do my homework."

Wang Qian has to practice Fu Zong exercises every day, including breathing, improving his eyesight, practicing his fingers, and drawing talisman. When he is doing the exercises, the little fat man looks like a different person, with sharp eyes and agile skills. A Tiantai pen falls into his hand. It feels more flexible than my own limbs.

One hundred pieces of talisman paper, each with cinnabar pointing out the word "Edict", and then, according to the thoughts, different runes were outlined.

Brushing, brushing, brushing——

Qin Kun could only describe it as terrifying when he saw the speed at which Wang Gan drew the talismans. The talisman papers were like flipping through a book. After each drawing, one was picked up and placed next to him. After a hundred drawings, there was a stack of drawn talisman papers next to him. , neatly stacked without any disorder.

"How long?" Qin Kun asked in a low voice.

"11 minutes and 40 seconds." Chu Qianxun replied in a low voice.

"One talisman in 7 seconds!"

The two whispered to each other, admiring each other in their hearts.

Qin Kun brought Wang Gan's talisman paper. Regardless of shape, strokes, or structural position, these talismans were almost identical. There was no difference at all. This little fat man was worthy of being the true successor of Tianzitang...

"Damn...5 more wrong ones..." Wang Qian was also checking the talisman himself, and after reading it again, he felt a little depressed.

Wrong...5 pictures?

Qin Kun opened his eyes wide. He didn't find any wrong talisman paper. Moreover, when he started with the talisman paper, the system kept prompting 'Congratulations on getting a soul-gathering talisman'. It was prompted for 100 talismans, and there was no invalid talisman!

Wang Qian took out the five pieces: "The cinnabar on the feet of these spirit-gathering talismans is too heavy and easy to spontaneously ignite, so they are almost useless."

Wang Qian crushed the five talismans, and Qin Kun and Chu Qianxun stared at them with big eyes.

Geniuses really have different requirements for themselves!

"Fat man, you don't want this talisman anymore?"

Qin Kun asked, holding a stack of talisman papers and drooling.

Ever since Wang Qian cured Xu Tao's injury with the Soul Gathering Talisman that day, Qin Kun has been very enthusiastic. The elixir for treating ghosts in the [Menggui Mall] is too expensive. A bowl of 'Yin Tang' only costs 500 merits. It can repair half of the injuries. Generally speaking, Niu Meng and the others can only repair their injuries by reducing their cultivation level. Those declining cultivation levels have to be replenished from the incense offerings in Qin Kun's hands. It made Qin Kun very sad all the time.

Now that there is this kind of 'dog skin plaster', Qin Kun will naturally not let it go.

"What do you want to do?" Wang Qian narrowed his eyes and looked at Qin Kun: "Let me say it first, my master will not let me sell the talismans for money!"

Qin Kun spat and took out the Ming Coin: "Look! I can exchange it with you!"

Qin Kun took out a stack of Ming coins. These Ming coins only cost 10 points of merit. Compared with the 'Yin Tang' which can cost 500 points of merit, they are nothing worth mentioning!

Wang Qian was stunned. The last time he exchanged Qin Kun's half a wad of road money, it cost him 500 yuan. After the Nanzong Taoist meeting, he heard that the three leaders of the Nanzong were snatching the money as if they were treasures. This wad cost 10,000 yuan! It was 10 times higher than the price I paid at the time!

Qin Kun actually used such precious traveling money to exchange for his own soul-gathering talisman?

Wang Qian whispered: "Qin Heigou, let me remind you again, this talisman paper is not made of brocade paper! If ordinary yellow paper is kneaded a few times, the power of the spirit gathering talisman will be greatly reduced. It is not as good as brocade paper." That way you can carry it in your pocket at will."

Qin Kun said: "I have a ghost in my hand. You know it. The ghost will inevitably get injured due to bumps and bumps. I have to use these talismans as medicine."

Wang Qian nodded and gave Qin Kun a finely crafted talisman bag, which made Qin Kun even more happy.

Wang Qian said carefully: "Do you want more in the future?"

Qin Kun swallowed: "Can other talismans be used? For example, the diamond talisman and the greedy wolf talisman you drew a few days ago..."

"Those are just for fun. Ordinary yellow paper cannot bear the power of this kind of talisman. I also have a yellow armor talisman, which is one level lower than the diamond talisman. It is used for defense. You can draw it on yellow paper..." Wang Qian immediately Promote it.

Qin Kun decided: "That's it!"

The two reached a consensus and each got what they needed. They were very happy. Chu Qianxun took off his mask and said, "I want it too!"

In the face of interests, Qin Kun would not give in: "Miss, your family has a big business, why do you need to beg for soup from us two poor people?"

Chu Qianxun chuckled: "In Linjiang City, I know several large tombs containing fine human skins and hair that are hundreds of years old."

Hundred-year-old human skin! hair!

Wang Qian's eyes widened. This is an important raw material for making brocade paper!

Qin Kun secretly thought it was bad, this girl seems to be trying to steal business...

But Chu Qianxun said again: "I also know where in Linjiang City there are some evildoers who don't know whether to live or die!"

Qin Kun opened his eyes wide and couldn't believe it! If there really was such a place, wouldn't my merits be growing exponentially again?

Chu Qianxun was extremely satisfied. He took out one-third of the money to buy the road from Wang Qian's hand, and took out one-third of the talisman paper from Qin Kun's hand.

"I think we can share this equally in the future, what do you think?" Chu Qianxun asked.

Compared with these trivial things, what Chu Qianxun mentioned was the real money in their eyes. The two nodded hurriedly, expressing their agreement!

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At noon the next day, after the funeral home was finished, Qin Kun called Yuan Xinghan and said that he was free and could accompany him to meet his senior teacher.

Yuan Xinghan drove his car and came to the funeral home to pick up Qin Kun, and then drove to the city.

"I asked my wife last night that the teacher's health is getting worse and worse, and now I have to ask a private doctor to accompany me at all times."

Yuan Xinghan's expression was very bad, and Qin Kun comforted him: "If it is really an evil spirit, it will be fine."

Yuan Xinghan didn't know what he was feeling melancholy about, so he whispered: "I hope so."

The jeep drove all the way to the southern suburbs.

Yangliu District is a university town in Linjiang City. I heard that this teacher is also a visiting professor at Linjiang University and the honorary chairman of the Painting and Calligraphy Association. He is highly respected in the calligraphy and painting circles in Linjiang City and has many students.

Qin Kun came to an elegant garden-style courtyard.

With gray walls and high eaves, each scene is unique. In the snowy weather, the independent courtyard looks particularly elegant. In the courtyard, there are dots of winter plums blooming proudly. In the small building with simple decoration that does not look old, a little bit of Japanese style is referenced. Walking up the stone road to the entrance, Qin Kun took off his shoes and entered the house.

The room was warm, and the cushions were very comfortable to sit on. Qin Kun saw that the old man seemed to like growing flowers. The snow in the room was in full bloom. As soon as he entered the house, a faint fragrance hit his face, and there was a beautiful and gentle-speaking man. The beautiful sister came over.

The beautiful sister is in her 30s, but she takes good care of herself, has plenty of collagen, and has an intellectual temperament all over her body.

"Hello, are you the youngest Professor Qin at the College of Traditional Chinese Medicine? My name is Jiang Lan." The beautiful sister stretched out her hand, her voice was soft and pleasant.

Jiang Lan? Is this sister Hu Jianren?

Qin Kun stretched out his hand to hold it. Hearing her direct identification of the professor, he obviously had some doubts. Qin Kun felt guilty: "This sister deserves the award. In fact, I..."

When Qin Kun saw Yuan Xinghan coughing heavily, he quickly changed his words: "Actually, how can I... how can I bear such praise? Well, I am Qin Kun. He has studied at Yanjing College of Traditional Chinese Medicine for several years and has some knowledge of medical skills. The professor is It's absolutely out of the question." Qin Kun even believed what he said.

Yuan Xinghan breathed a sigh of relief.

The beautiful sister looked up, still confused, but just wondering why Qin Kun looked so young.

She moved her eyes to Yuan Xinghan, her eyes were gentle, and she seemed a little shy: "Brother, dad is upstairs, why don't we go up now?"

Yuan Xinghan looked at Jiang Lan like a madman, his soul almost gone, and he nodded: "Okay! Okay!"

Qin Kun looked at the unfair current in the eyes of the two men and thought in his heart: After doing this for a long time, the Yuanda painter was playing a trick of saving his father out of love?

Qin Kun touched his nose helplessly. It seemed that the role he played was that of a doctor who was getting older.

Yes, let’s take a look first, saving people is important.

Qin Kun thought about it and followed him.

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