Ghost Shelter System

In November, the temperature in Linjiang drops sharply.

The humidity in the air causes the body temperature to be lower than usual, which is the so-called magic attack. Most people in Linjiang were wrapped in thick clothes, but it still didn't help.

Halloween, the carnival in the supernatural town became a topic of conversation during this period of time, but it only lasted for two weeks, and after the heat passed, not many people mentioned it anymore.

Most of them are tired of talking about it. When people who have never been there ask those who have been, the tourists who have been there go from enthusiastically bragging about it to saying, "It's just like that," "it's pretty good," and "the tickets are really good." It's worth it' type of answer.

Work is back on track. Wang Qian is filming movies and accepting several advertising endorsements. Chu Qianxun was busy with his family's business. Most of the time he was just planning behind the scenes. He mainly stayed in the small town. This was also one of his family's businesses. Li Chong was running his own business. He heard that he had acquired land near Qingzhu Mountain and planned to open a hot spring resort. His confidant Qin Liang was promoted to general manager, and he became famous. Han Yao still works at the funeral parlor. The house in his hometown is about to be built and the wedding is on the agenda.

Master Fuyusan, known as the four losers of Qin and Kun, is living a prosperous life.

Zhao Feng is back, Mo Wuji is back, Xu Facheng is back, Miao Shan wants to travel, but I don't know where he went.

As the black dog in the family, Qin Kun seemed to be in seclusion for the past two weeks. No one knew what he was doing, and he didn't reply to messages. Du Qinghan only answered the phone calls, saying that something was wrong with Qin Kun.

At home, Du Qinghan went out once, went to Yanjing to appraise treasures, and took Qin Xiaowang to play around. The addition of a child in his life had little impact on Du Qinghan. This was Qin Kun's child, so It's hers. Du Qinghan was not too touched when the child called her "kiss". He just learned how other people discipline their children and treated Qin Xiaowang. Of course, she was more patient, as if the naughty child would not get angry no matter how naughty he was. .

In fact, three-year-old children are in their most playful stage. They don’t have much energy and won’t play tricks with their parents. They cry because they feel uncomfortable and laugh because they are happy. They are very innocent at this age, but Qin Xiaowang seems to Somewhat precocious. Hmm... to use another word, maybe 'sensible' is the most appropriate word.

Qin Xiaowang liked his aunt very much, doing housework at home and taking him out to play. He had never had a mother since he was a child and seemed to regard Du Qinghan as his biological mother. Sometimes he would be naughty in front of Qin Kun, but he did not dare to offend his aunt. He was happy. His aunt was very kind to him, but she didn't seem to have praised him. He was looking forward to being praised, so he seemed particularly well-behaved.

Qin Kun didn't have time to tell his parents that he had an extra son. He probably didn't dare to say it because he was afraid that they would blow up the situation or that they would talk about him. Qin Kun didn't tell Qin Xue either. Qin Xue was a big talker and couldn't keep secrets. , but Qin Kun forgot that Li Chong was also a big talker. He told his third brother Qin Liang about this matter. Qin Liang called and Qin Kun didn't answer, so he went to visit him.

"Hello, sister-in-law!"

Du Qinghan opened the door and saw the tall and powerful Qin Liang.

I met Qin Liang when he returned for the New Year. Du Qinghan greeted him into the house. As soon as Qin Liang came in, a well-behaved little boy handed him tea, and his eyes lit up.

"What a boy! Are you so sensible? Call me Third Uncle!"

Qin Xiaowang blinked, and then looked at Du Qinghan. Du Qinghan nodded, and Qin Xiaowang smiled: "Third uncle."

Qin Liang laughed loudly and took out a thick red envelope: "Take it!"

The red envelope was stuffed into his hand, and Qin Xiaowang scratched his head. At his age, he still didn't know the concept of money, but he could feel that this third uncle liked him very much.

Qin Kun walked out of the room, and Qin Liang immediately stood up, picking at the corners of his clothes with his fingers, and said with a smile: "Brother..."

He hadn't seen Qin Kun for a while, and Qin Liang felt that his elder brother was a little more majestic. He had not dared to make trouble in front of Qin Kun since he was a child. In middle school, he even followed Qin Kun's lead. Later, he slowly blended into society. After struggling in the field these years, Qin Liang also accumulated a lot of prestige.

After all, he could meet many vicious customers in the place, and he had dealt with these customers. He felt that he had experienced many big things and it was time to take charge of his own business. But after seeing Qin Kun, he was knocked back to his original state. This was an instinctive fear. He I don’t know what I’m afraid of, and I haven’t done anything wrong, but I am just afraid of my big brother.

Qin Kun glanced at him: "Liangzi, you are getting richer and richer."

There are BMW keys on the table, he is wearing a brand-name suit, his leather shoes are shiny, and his oily hair is combed back.

The floor heating has been turned on these days, and the temperature at home is good. Qin Liang took off his velvet jacket, rolled up his shirt, and exposed one of his flowered arms, looking very domineering.

"No way, it's all given by the boss, or thanks to brother."

Qin Liang took a sip of tea and suddenly an arm was placed around his neck. He froze and looked at Qin Kun secretly. Qin Kun seemed to be smiling but not smiling: "Did Li Sanwang tell you that I have a son?"

Well……

Qin Liang smiled bitterly: "While drinking yesterday, my boss mentioned it... As the third uncle, I have to come over to see my nephew."

Qin Kun asked: "Did you tell your dad?"

Qin Liang immediately said seriously: "No!"

Qin Kun put down his arm: "That's good, let's drink tea."

"Hey, that's good!"

After drinking a cup of tea, Qin Kun chatted with him for a while and then returned to the house. Qin Liang looked at Du Qinghan: "Sister-in-law, what has my brother been busy with recently?"

"Reeling silk."

"……What?"

"Reeling silk."

Qin Liang swallowed, and became increasingly confused about his elder brother's thoughts. Reeling silk... Is he planning to become a silkworm mother?

Secretly opening the door, Qin Liang saw Qin Kun cooking a pot of silkworm cocoons and playing with him in the study room. The room was filled with a strange smell. Well, a master acted like an ordinary man, and he couldn't understand it.

After leaving Du Qinghan a VIP card for the hot spring resort, Qin Liang left. The resort was about to be built, and he had to go there and keep an eye on it.

Qin Liang left, and no one disturbed him. Qin Kun was playing with silk happily in the room.

Niu Meng and others are either cultivating or doing their own thing. The master and servant are directly under the roof, quiet and harmonious.

At this moment, Qin Kun kept playing with the silk, pulling it off here, connecting it there, his technique gradually changed from clumsy to proficient. He was doing the make-up work in the funeral parlor, so he had to be careful in order to do his job well.

Qin Kun may be a bit careless in other aspects, but in terms of manual skills, I am afraid that few people can match him, especially now that he has mastered muscle control. Whatever command he wants to issue in his mind, he can achieve the effect at hand. One silk thread after another was twisted together by him. Suddenly, as if he had some enlightenment, he moved faster.

"The first net...is ready."

Qin Kun murmured to himself.

In two weeks, from stranger to proficient, the hand-woven silkworm net was spread out, sparse but not scattered. The ghost guards were curious and didn't know what the master was up to, but they flattered him one after another.

In fact, this net is nothing unusual...it's just a broken silkworm net that doesn't look very good.

Qin Kun took a long breath and seemed ready to try his hand.

…

In mid-November, the oranges in Linjiang City are almost ripe.

Qin Liang was driving a truck, with Goddess Jiang beside him.

There were two people in the back row. Qin Kun was fiddling with silk thread, and Chu Qianxun next to him was yawning.

"Brother, Sister Chu, what's wrong with you, why do you have to follow me?"

The second brother, Qin Ming, is currently responsible for selling fruits from his hometown. The channels have been opened up. He can bring local fruits out and bring back specialties from other places. He makes a lot of money every time he goes in and out.

Qin Ming can endure hardships. He has a wife and a daughter at home. He has been taking care of the orchard over the years and his life is getting better and better. Before going out this time, Qin Kun unexpectedly came up to him and asked to go with him.

Qin Ming didn't know Chu Qianxun, but after asking Qin Liang, Qin Liang said that this girl had a good background and was a good friend of Qin Kun. His big boss was also an equal in front of Miss Chu, so Qin Ming didn't think much about it.

Qin Kun ignored Qin Ming and asked Goddess Jiang.

"Shen Po Jiang, is your news true?"

"Master Qin, I won't lie to anyone if I lie to you! I used to be a fisherman in the Fishing House of Shendu. Although I am an outsider, I am also well-informed."

Grandma Jiang is the outer gate of Yulong Mountain, the outer gate of Yulou in Shendu. She is not very talented, but the Bafang Yulou of Yulong Mountain is originally in the news business, and her news network is definitely not bad.

Three months ago, when she was a guest at Shendu Yulou, the owner Zheng Zhichen unexpectedly learned that she and Qin Kun knew each other, and immediately treated her as a guest. How could Goddess Jiang, who had been living in the world for most of her life, get such treatment and be entertained by the owner personally? In the end, I realized that it was thanks to Qin Kun.

She admires Qin Kun very much now, and she has a tacit understanding with Qin Ming as her partner. An old woman and a young man run a transportation business, and collect some secret information on the same.

Qin Kun nodded, if that's the case, it couldn't be better.

The truck went north and arrived at the entrance of a village in Luoyang. Qin Kun and Chu Qianxun got off the truck.

Qin Ming stuck his head out: "Brother, be careful with Miss Chu. If you need me, just call me and I'll be right over!"

"I know, go get busy."

After Qin Ming left, Qin Kun and Chu Qianxun looked at the place.

This is north of Luoyang, with criss-crossing mountains. The mountains are ordinary, nothing dangerous or beautiful, but it is this ordinary mountain range where most of the legends about life and death are spread.

This is the remnant of the Qinling Mountains, Mang Mountain, also known as ‘Bei Mang’.

There is a saying that "Born in Suzhou and Hangzhou, buried in Beimang", this place has been a treasured Feng Shui place for burials since ancient times. Thousands of princes and ministers from the Eastern Zhou Dynasty, Eastern Han Dynasty, Wei, Jin, Southern and Northern Dynasties were buried here, and countless historical figures were buried underground.

Qin Kun and Chu Qianxun got off the bus at the entrance of a village with mountains next to them. After less than an hour, they stood at the highest point and had an unobstructed view of the mountains in front of them.

"The Kunlun dragon veins are divided into five. Three of them flow into China. This one is the middle dragon." Chu Qianxun clicked his tongue in admiration.

The mountains, which were inconspicuous just now, immediately changed after changing the angle.

The mountains are coming towards you, making people sigh and feel insignificant.

Feng Shui has a saying: Mountains move above the ground, and Qi moves underground. Dragon veins are also called earth veins, and this is one of the Zhonglong earth veins, Beimang Mountain.

Thousands of years have passed, and the feng shui here may not be as good as before. Qin Kun can't see what it was like back then. Looking at the vast mountains, he sighed softly: "Compared with the North Dragon and the South Dragon, the Zhonglong seems to be far behind."

The Zhonglong is sandwiched between the Yangtze River and the Yellow River, flowing eastward into the sea. "Dutian Baozhao Jing" once said: A generation of scenery has one dragon, and when there are many, it is rich and noble.

This is a Feng Shui classic, which generally states that every peak and gorge in the dragon vein is a section, which controls the scenery of a generation.

To connect ancestral graves with Feng Shui, you must bear the fortune of heaven and earth. Feng Shui is changing, and fortune will also change. Therefore, whether it is a large dynasty or a small family, there will be ups and downs.

The so-called one is fate, two is luck, three is feng shui, the four is to accumulate yin virtue and the five is to study. Six people with seven aspects and eight worship gods, nine friends with noble people and ten health care people. Of course, this is what the ancestors said, so the ancients took Feng Shui treasure land very seriously. After all, who doesn’t want future generations to have long lives and prosperous incense.

The two chatted about the mountains for a while, and Chu Qianxun became curious.

"After all, what are you doing here?"

Qin Kun asked her to help, but she came without asking. As a result, Qin Kun took her to the hinterland of Zhonglong, and Chu Qianxun was a little confused.

Ghost hunter?

No kidding.

The escort will not leave Cangzhou, and the ghost will not catch Changluo. This is the consensus. Luoyang, Chang'an, is a Taoist court and a Buddhist court. There is no need for a ghost hunter at all. Even though Beimang Mountain is famous in the Tao of Life and Death, even if there are evil spirits with no eyesight here, they have long been solved or suppressed.

Qin Kun thought for a while and said: "It's a ghost hunter, but that doesn't count. To be precise, it should be a ghost hunter. I want to see some big ghosts, and you have to help me figure out where to meet them."

Looking for... a ghost?

Chu Qianxun couldn't help but smile. He was the compass.

There are many mountains and many villages. The villagers here are simple and enthusiastic. When I saw two outsiders, I heard that they came to visit and they were very welcome.

There are not a few tourists who come here to enjoy the scenery and enjoy the ancient times. It is also very common to eat farm food and sleep on farm beds.

An aunt saw that the two of them were friendly and heard that they needed accommodation, so she said directly: "Then live in my house! All the girls in the family are married, and the yard is quite big."

Qin Kun gave the aunt 500 yuan, but the aunt refused to give it up. Qin Kun said that he would have to stay for a few more days, and the aunt was willing to accept it only after hard work.

"Xiao Qin, Xiao Chu, are you both painters?"

After dinner, the aunt and her husband were shucking corn, chatting.

Chu Qianxun especially admires Qin Kun's ability to make up lies. Brother, you can't hold your pen firmly, how dare you say that you are a painter?

Qin Kun was not shy and said directly: "I am, she is my assistant."

"That's really amazing! At the beginning of the year, the village chief led people to renovate the mountain temple, hired a few painters, and gave him a lot of money."

Qin Kun said angrily: "Those are all paper makers, we are engaged in art, it is different."

The aunt's eyes lit up: "Xiao Qin, recently the village has developed farmhouses, and every household is asked to decorate it. We don't have much artistic skills. There are dustpans of corn and peppers hanging on the wall, but every household has this. It’s unique. I’m thinking about hanging some gourd paintings, so why don’t I buy a lot of gourds... But the ones your uncle and I painted are ugly and ugly, why don’t you draw a few for us?”

Qin Kun was enjoying his aunt's compliments when his expression suddenly froze, while Chu Qianxun looked at Qin Kun proudly and said, "You're in trouble."

The aunt took out the gourd and paint, and Qin Kun rubbed his swollen temples.

Not aunt...you are too familiar...

I didn’t agree either…

Looking at the aunt's shining eyes, Qin Kun couldn't bear to refuse.

"Chu Qianxun, mix the paint."

A gourd is half a gourd, which has been dried and is actually a scoop.

The aunt bought the paint herself, as well as some facial makeup pictures.

These are all folk handicrafts. Qin Kun has seen a lot of them on TV, but he has never painted them himself. In terms of artistic level, he only has some rudimentary skills of putting makeup on the dead, but art... Different paths lead to the same goal, just paint the portrait. Okay, what a big deal.

Chu Qianxun didn't know how to mix paints, but women who had worn makeup were naturally sensitive to colors. After a while, she mixed the paints one by one according to the photos, while Qin Kun held the brush and started directly.

From dinner to dark, Chu Qianxun wanted to see Qin Kun make a fool of himself, but Qin Kun did have something, and he actually drew two gourd masks that were exactly the same as the photos.

The aunt was overjoyed. The two masks were hung on the wall, placed together with corn, chili peppers, and dustpans. She immediately showed her style.

"Xiao Qin, you are so awesome!"

Qin Kun put down his brush and said softly: "Auntie, as the saying goes, gourds attract fortune and fortune, and the fortune they attract must be locked in the entrance hall, otherwise they will flow away. You have to place a big stone at the entrance of the courtyard to guard the house. , or build a screen wall."

The reason for all this nonsense is that Qin Kun really doesn’t want to draw anymore.

This is more tiring than putting makeup on a dead person.

The aunt listened to Qin Kun's explanation, but she didn't realize that she was led astray by Qin Kun. She thought about it along with Qin Kun's words, and said with a confused look on her face: "How can we build that? Pull a cart of bricks, and still build it?" I have to hire someone, and not to mention that, the key entrance is blocked, which affects farm work. Xiao Qin, is there any other way to secure the house and lock in the money?"

"Then make a few blue cloth curtains and hang them up, it will work."

The aunt's eyes lit up, and she felt more and more that Qin Kun was an expert, and she said with admiration: "The posters who came to the temple some time ago also said the same thing! They said they would build screen walls for every household, plant peach trees, and whitewash the walls in the village. , painted some paintings, wrote some poems, saying that there was evil in the mountain shadow and needed to be suppressed with literary spirit, etc. The village chief felt that they just wanted to take jobs and make money. He refused to let them do it. "

Qin Kun raised his eyebrows: "What else did he say?"

"Nier's father, you were with us that day. What else did those people say?"

The uncle next to him said: "They also said that the dirt road in the village was built upside down. The road in our village is a bad thing. It wastes money and recruits villains. They want to build the road so that it looks like the moon hugging the village. What is that called? …”

"A jade belt is wrapped around the waist."

Qin Kun reminded.

The uncle nodded immediately: "Yes, yes! It's a jade belt wrapped around the waist."

Qin Kun smacked his lips. The paper poster looked unusual. The formation was composed of the four elements of earth, water, fire and wind. Earth and fire had been lost long ago, and only wind and water remained in the world. Qin Kun's Formation Scroll is probably the most authentic Heavenly Book of Formation Techniques. It is already an incredible skill for ordinary folk strangers to be able to discern the Feng Shui of a village.

In fact, the reverse bow evil is also a type of Feng Shui pattern. The road is built in a bow shape, and the houses and villages are in the direction where the arrows are aimed. It is indeed not a good pattern. At least in terms of Feng Shui, the road surrounding the village or house is a pattern that is beneficial to the residents. .

After chatting for a while, it was already dark.

The light bulbs in the yard were dim and the temperature was extremely cold.

The aunt and uncle entered the house and asked Qin Kun and Chu Qianxun to enter the house. However, they stood up and said, "We went out to eat and take a look around."

"Catch! Then be careful."

"By the way, auntie, where do you think the mountain temple is? Let's go and take a look."

"It's still halfway up the mountain. I have to walk for a while, but I'm afraid I won't be picking up pilgrims now."

"We just wander around."

Qin Kun said and waved goodbye to his aunt.