Ghost Shelter System

Feng Shui is the art of change. The sun rises and the moon sets, and the cycle begins again and again.

Yi is the way of change understood by the ancients.

Generally, the inexperienced alchemists don’t know that the Feng Shui pattern is also divided into day and night. An ordinary pattern may become a place of great harm at night, or it may become a blessed place. This is one of the changes of Feng Shui.

At night, the village is brightly lit.

The mountain path was extremely dark.

Qin Kun and Chu Qianxun took flashlights and walked to the mountain temple.

Chu Qianxun held the oil lamp and kept fiddling with the flames with his fingers, as if he was looking for something, while Qin Kun looked back at the village.

"It turns out to be a Shaoyang Village."

Tai Chi is intertwined, black and white are distinct, but there is black in the white, which is Shaoyin, and there is white in the black, which is Shaoyang.

This village is a place where the yang energy of a very yin place gathers together. No wonder the population is booming, but the village is still remote and poor.

"Shaoyang Village? No wonder they are all blessed with a long life and a long life, but they have more blessings and less fortune."

Chu Qianxun kept repeating Qin Kun's words. After half an hour's journey, after walking around the mountainside, the village was no longer visible. The wild beasts in the mountains were roaring, and there were still some people on the dark road.

Not far ahead is the mountain temple.

The moonlight is the background, and under the full moon, the outline of the temple is outlined.

The temple is not big. It is located on a gentle slope and is built against the mountain. It is dimly lit and there seems to be no temple ceremony. As they get closer, they find that there are only three rooms here, one main hall and two side halls. There are only paved floors outside the temple. A few pieces of bluestone, not even a door.

"anyone there?"

Qin Kun greeted him, but only a cat meow came.

The two entered the courtyard and saw that the side halls on both sides were dedicated to the Rain Master and the Earth. Above the Rain Master Hall, the plaque read "good weather", and above the Earth Hall, the plaque read "good harvests".

Qin Kun was a little suspicious.

The newly renovated mountain temple is just open with its door open. Are you not afraid of someone coming to cause damage?

The ritual utensils in the temple are worth some money anyway.

Directly in front is a large incense burner, and behind the incense burner is the main hall of the mountain temple.

The four characters "True as the Dharma Realm" hang high on the plaque.

Qin Kun murmured four words and looked at Chu Qianxun: "What do you mean?"

Chu Qianxun has been around Chu Laoxian since he was a child. He has a basic understanding of astronomy, geography, Buddhist and Taoist allusions. Taoist priests who tell fortunes must have extensive knowledge, otherwise there will be no rhetoric when interpreting fortunes, and trust will be greatly reduced.

Hearing Qin Kun's question, Chu Qianxun thought for a while and said: "The emptiness of dependent origination, the Dharma-phase of only consciousness, and the true-like Dharma Realm are all Mahayana unique Dharma of Buddhism, which is the unique Mahayana Dharma. This mountain god... I am afraid that he is the one enshrined by the Buddhist court. The protector mountain god.”

Qin Kun suddenly realized.

He knew the Mahayana Buddhism, and Monk Shui recited it all day long at home. This is the method to save all sentient beings. People who are idle can only save themselves. Mahayana Buddha's method is to save people. There is no limit to the sea of ​​suffering. To save yourself can only achieve the status of Arahant. Arahant cannot become a Buddha. But those who save others can at least achieve the status of Bodhisattva. This is how they can become a Buddha.

He lamented that the Buddhist temple was different, as all the mountain gods practiced Mahayana Buddhism.

In the main hall, the mountain god is sitting in the middle, holding a vajra in his hand, with a solemn treasure. Qin Kun took out three sticks of incense and a few stacks of coins: "Amitabha, Mr. Mountain God, this offering is considered filial to you. I am not here to cause trouble. I want to find some powerful ghosts in this mountain, and please forgive me if I disturb the purity of your territory."

Qin Kun muttered something while Chu Qianxun smiled helplessly.

Qin Heigou said he was rude, but it seemed that because he was working in a funeral parlor, the etiquette of worshiping ghosts and gods was still in place. She also bowed and raised a flame with her fingertips: "Let's go, I found it."

Further back from the mountain temple, it becomes even more remote.

As winter approaches, the temperature drops sharply, birds and animals in the mountains are hard to find, and the shadows of the trees are dancing. The ground is covered with dead branches and the mountains are covered with dead leaves. Only some noise can be heard when the wind blows. Most of the time, there are only one or two night owl calls.

Under some old trees, Chu Qianxun looked around and said to Qin Kun, "This is it!"

After that, she muttered something: "The lingering wind casts a dim candle to look for the green trees, the sparkling fire illuminates the soul cave, the seven-star night sky shines brightly, the shining spirit is your honor!"

Under the Yingling lamp, a little halo of light disappeared between a few old trees. Qin Kun looked at the position and took out eighteen candles and lined them up in a line.

"Eighteen channels of underworld fire, a line of yin and yang open!"

Lifting his leg, he kicked the Yin-Yang wall to pieces, and his whole body was submerged in it.

The mountains have changed.

The moment you enter, the entire mountain is brightly lit. The fire is green fire, accompanied by ghost music, which does not reduce the excitement.

From here to the back mountain, along the road are either wine jars or alchemy furnaces. After thousands of years of worship, I don’t know how much fine wine I fed to the princes and nobles who were buried under the mountain. A few drunk old ghosts opened their clothes and talked loudly.

Qin Kun walked along the road, but the group of old ghosts paid no attention to him. They all looked drunk and dreamy. When they got interested, they would take off their clothes and imitate animal sounds.

Qin Kun sneered at his funny behavior, which looked like he was drunk.

Judging from the scale of this place, it is probably the size of several ghost towns. Most of the old ghosts I met along the way were buried in the Wei and Jin Dynasties, and they were all eclectic. Qin Kun knew that the famous Wei and Jin Dynasties were like this.

When the Sima family usurped power and seized control of the Cao and Wei Dynasties, the world was in a state of turmoil. The Eight Kings Rebellion caused great chaos in China. For hundreds of years, thousands of frustrated and famous people hid in the mountains and forests to refine elixirs all day long. Drinking and bragging, such dissolute behavior is just to vent the dissatisfaction in the heart. This is an era when celebrities are depressed and frustrated, and it is also the beginning of chaos in China.

The celebrity effect has existed since ancient times. Such gestures have attracted later generations to imitate them. The same is true in Mangshan. The old ghosts who were later buried, no matter how rich or poor they are, have made friends along the way, drunkenly and dreamily. Qin Kun felt that he Entered a fake Mang Mountain.

Is this a ghost land? A haunted place full of drunkards? ?

Qin Kun picked up an old ghost. His ghost energy was pure and well restrained. He was at least a ghost general. He looked at Qin Kun drunkenly: "Hey! Yang Ren!"

The old ghost took out a pill and said, "Did you come here to ask for immortality? Here is one, I will make sure you feel like a fairy~"

Qin Kun put it down, and the old ghost put the elixir into his mouth, swallowed it like chewing nuts, and shook his head: "Everyone in the world knows that gods are good, but they can only forget their fame! Where are the ancient and modern generals? The pile of grass in the deserted tomb is gone. ~”

Qin Kun kicked him away and looked at Chu Qianxun: "This is the place where you said there is a big ghost..."

"Otherwise? From what I can see along the way, they are all at least at the level of evil spirits. Although they look a bit weak...but there should be more powerful ones."

Can the evil ghosts who are worshiped be the same as the evil ghosts who grow up with obsessions?

Qin Kun looked at these guys with disgust. They were so miserable when they were alive, but now they are so ridiculous after death.

He spends all day refining elixirs and drinking alcohol for no apparent reason.

Times are not good and are fatal to talents. People who are full of ambitions are indeed a tragedy during the Wei, Jin, Southern and Northern Dynasties. Qin Kun watched a few old ghosts holding his legs and asking him to drink together, and kicked them away with a look of helplessness. , keep moving forward.

After going down the mountain, there is a village.

Qin Kun saw many Zhuangzi nearby.

These Zhuangzi are decorated in strange ways. They should be the sacrifices brought by the descendants of the owner of the village, and there are more than one generation.

There are Ming and Qing styles, Song and Yuan styles, and even ornaments from the Sui and Tang dynasties.

Some villages are in tatters, fearing that the incense has gone out, people are dead, and they are occupied by lonely ghosts. Some villages are brightly lit, and the households are rich and luxurious, traveling with carriages and horses, and servants.

There is a person here who has a very special ghostly aura.

The man was riding a tall horse and wearing a battle armor. He was a general. The guards beside him were powerful and fierce. From a few hundred steps away, Qin Kun felt that the other man's aura was threatening.

Evil spirit!

Only people who killed people and beasts during their lifetimes, or who often wandered among piles of dead people and mass graves, would have this kind of aura.

The man passed by on horseback, and the drunks on both sides felt that the evil spirit was stinging him, and they all gave way.

"The Marquis of Changping is on his way out, everyone else is waiting to get out of the way quickly!"

The Suwei army was no longer able to gather together. These were probably the general's family generals during their lifetime. I don't know how many people have been dispersed in thousands of years. There are only 5 people who are with them.

Changpinghou...

Qin Kun murmured these three words and found that the man came in front of him.

"Who are you? Dare to block my way."

"Passers-by." Qin Kun looked at the guard next to him and turned his eyes back to him.

Ghost King.

This guy is obviously a ghost king, but he lacks ghost energy. His spiritual energy fluctuations seem a bit messy. He is just a ghost king in appearance, but he is already the top ghost that Qin Kun has seen since he came to Mang Mountain.

"Passers-by?"

The other person was condescending, half-smiling but not smiling: "Why do I think you are a Yang person?"

"So what?"

"Humph, Yang people will return to your Yang world. This place is filled with Yin energy and is not a place for you to stay." The man was not hostile at all, and his cold tone was more like advice.

"No trouble."

Qin Kun stepped out of the way, and when the other party passed by, he suddenly turned his head: "Hiss... are you a Taoist alchemist? Or a Buddhist monk?"

"Why are you asking these questions?" Qin Kun looked at him with interest.

This general was a bit weak and was not the target he was looking for. Qin Kun did not intend to get involved with him, but he did not expect that the other party would become interested in him.

"Haha, a certain family has also seen many alchemists. They come here to catch ghosts and exorcise evil spirits. They say it is for experience. Is this the same for you?"

Qin Kun didn't answer.

The other party simply got straight to the point and said: "Yes, a certain family won't talk nonsense to you. There is a big banquet in Mangshan today. I want to kill an old ghost, but it is not convenient to show up. If you can help me, I will promise you a favor."

ha?

Hire me as a killer?

This guy is interesting.

"What's the benefit?"

"I promise you three burial artifacts, which can be exchanged for glory and wealth."

"Who to kill?"

"You'll know once you go there."

The general saw Qin Kun's hesitation and became a little impatient: "Come on!"

After a while, Qin Kun said: "Since you are accompanied by a tiger and leopard knight, you are not sure about killing that old ghost. I'm afraid it will be difficult to deal with him, right?"

As soon as this was said, the surroundings became quiet.

Several guards pointed their spears at Qin Kun: "Who are you!"

The general also narrowed his eyes. Master Yangjian had seen this before. Monks, Taoists, and shamans have been coming to Mang Mountain for thousands of years, but few of them could recognize at a glance that their own bodyguards were mounted by tigers and leopards.

Before Qin Kun spoke, an old soldier behind the general suddenly dismounted. He looked at Qin Kun suspiciously and turned around a few more times. After confirming for a long time, the old soldier rubbed his eyes and then asked cautiously: "Qin... Master?"

The general was shocked.

The surrounding guards were also shocked.

Even Chu Qianxun was shocked.

Is Qin Kun so famous? Does this mean that every old ghost in Mang Mountain knows him?

impossible!

Qin Kun looked at the old soldier, who was also a warrior who had come down from the battlefield. His hair was now gray and half of his cheeks were corroded. He nodded and suddenly smiled and said, "How about Cao Zihe?"

"It is indeed Master Qin! Zhang Fang has met the master and thanks him for saving his life!"

The old pawn's eyes turned red, and he knelt down and kowtowed three times, "General, you are very good, and you often think of Master Qin and Master Wang. May I ask...Why does Master not age? Is he already an immortal?"

Qin Kun helped the old man up and said, "It's just a matter of looking good."

The conversation between the old pawn and Qin Kun was overheard by the general, who quickly dismounted his horse and stepped forward: "Cao Wenlie has met sir, is he related to my uncle?"

Cao Wenlie, Cao Xiu!

Qin Kun didn't know who the other party was, but Chu Qianxun knew, and she was horrified. When did Qin Kun meet the Cao family?

What a joke in the world!

The Cao Zihe they just mentioned, isn't that Cao Chun, Cao Cao's cousin and Cao Ren's younger brother? Qin Kun actually knows him?

"Haha, I met you once, the general is polite."

It was through the old pawn that he recognized the identity of the other party's Tiger and Leopard Cavalry just now. When they were in the Three Immortals Sea Kingdom, Qin Kun and Wang Qian once entered the waters of cause and effect and helped Cao Chun go to the tomb to find gold. A soldier at the door of the tomb was infected by evil spirits, and Qin Kun helped to remove the poison and exorcise the evil spirits.

That soldier is Zhang Fang in front of him!

The pawn who was young at the time is now old and still stays with the Cao family many years after his death. It is also fate to meet him again.

Qin Kun took out a jar of wine and handed it over.

"Since we are destined, let's invite everyone to drink."

The wine jar was handed to Zhang Fang, who burst into tears of gratitude. His life was saved by the other party back then. After thousands of years, the other party has not aged yet, and he may have the body of an immortal.

The immortal gave me wine!

"Master, please take it back, this old ghost is so virtuous and capable!"

Zhang Fang was a little excited and refused to accept it. Qin Kun pushed the wine jar to the general: "By the way, what's your name?"

Cao Xiu hugged the wine jar and coughed dryly: "Cao Xiu and Cao Wenlie."

Cao Xiu?

Qin Kun suddenly realized that he had heard of it, but was not familiar with it.

"It turns out to be General Cao Wenlie! I have long admired his name!"

Cao Xiu blushed: "Since you know my uncle, sir, just call me Cao Xiu."

When they came to Mang Mountain, they met their old friends. Qin Kun and Chu Qianxun were given two horses. However, the horses were ridden as soon as they got on. Qin Kun did not dare to ride anymore, so he simply let Chu Qianxun hold the horse.

The eldest lady is even more curious about Qin Kun now.

It seems that the more you know about Qin Kun, the more secrets he has.

Chu Qianxun wondered: "How do you know each other?"

"The waters of cause and effect."

Chu Qianxun's eyes widened. He had never heard Qin Kun mention this before. The chance of meeting someone he met in the Karmic Waters again was extremely slim, let alone a pawn.

This is God’s reward for noodles!

Cao Xiu was chatting with his old soldier Zhang Fang all the way, and then he vaguely understood Qin Kun's story.

Helping people go to the tomb to find gold, this person must have been a powerful alchemist back then.

But now he still has the body of a Yang person. Cao Xiu has already concluded in his heart that the other person is a god. After thousands of years, he is still so young. Is it possible that this person has become a Yang god? He was in awe of Qin Kun.

Oh my god, I just wanted to hire a god to help him kill ghosts. I feel a little embarrassed when I think about it...

The team walked towards the depths of Mang Mountain, and the process became more lively and lively along the way.

The Yin Road is no better than the Yang Realm. The space here is twisted and the space is large, but the distance is short. What could take most of a day in the Yang Realm can be covered here in just one or two hours.

Cao Xiu was very enthusiastic now and pointed Qin Kun to the manor along the way.

"Sir, these manors were turned into mausoleums. After the incense was cut off, they became ownerless lands, but most of them still have owners. The ones over there, over there, and over there are some famous boys. , but I don’t know him. I heard what others said later.”

Cao Xiu pointed to the three manors in the northwest, southwest and due west. He could not remember the names of the owners of the manors, but he heard that those people would become famous in later generations.

Qin Kun felt the same. There were so many famous people in Mangshan. Cao Xiu was born and died early, so it was normal for him not to know them. But his curiosity was aroused and he always wanted to see them.

"Who's that over here?"

Qin Kun pointed to a manor covered with black clouds. The black clouds already had the appearance of dragons, and there was actually golden clouds and purple energy on them. The people who looked at it were swayed. Cao Xiu quickly blocked his finger: "Sir, please be careful. This is the tomb of Emperor Guangwu. Although Liu Xiu is simple and kind, the people around him are terrifyingly arrogant. There are only twelve of the twenty-eight generals in Yuntai, and they often follow him." People from all over the world come to worship, and each one is more capable than the other, which is unreasonable. They especially don’t like us old ghosts from the late Han Dynasty, so we have to stay away..."

Qin Kun shrank his neck.

My God, no wonder this is a forbidden area. The imperial mausoleum where black clouds transform into dragons! First time seeing it. How terrifying is Liu Xiu inside?