Ghost Shelter System

There are bathrooms in the backyard of the restaurant, separated from each other.

Qin Kun soaked in a bathtub and lit a cigarette comfortably.

The steam is steaming, and there is a waiter who is responsible for filling the water. It is said that if you spend a little more money, the person who fills the water can be replaced by a maid, but Qin Kun doesn't have that idea.

He just heard a woman's voice next door and a man teasing. Qin Kun felt that this man would enjoy it. Fortunately, no more exciting sounds came, so the maid left.

In this era and in this environment, it does cost a lot of money to take a bath. At this time, silver is still a scarce commodity. Qin Kun estimated that it would cost five taels of silver, and the purchasing power is equivalent to more than ten thousand yuan in later generations. Fortunately, it is five taels. Individual price includes meals and accommodation. But is the business model that focuses on bathing, with meals, accommodation, drinking, and listening to music too advanced?

Li Qingyang and others didn't come to take a bath. In their opinion, eating more and drinking more would make the money back. He could decide between taking a bath or drinking.

Quiet bathroom, clean and elegant.

Not many people came here to take a bath, they were all drinking in the front yard.

Qin Kun was soaking comfortably in the bucket alone, enjoying the lonely mood, when a sound suddenly came from next door.

"Xuanqi Maoshan has a good Qi. The three pure spiritual officials sit in the sacred hall, the five internal organs Xuanming spits thunderbolts, and the nine peaks thunder and divine light descend. Maoshan Zixiao Lord, I have met Taoist friends."

As soon as he opened his mouth, Qin Kun felt a change in the surrounding bathroom.

In the mirage world, there are dense thunderclouds. Under the thunderclouds, a young Taoist priest stands on the spot with his hands behind his hands. He has long temples and no beard. His robes are flying. There is a wild swamp between the sky and the earth. The lightning from top to bottom condenses into a purple sky. The three words "jun".

Qin Kun's mouth twitched.

The ancestor of Xu Facheng’s sect is unparalleled...

It’s just that the Taoist name is ‘Zixiaojun’, is he the Heavenly Official of the Zibi Lei Department?

With such a high level of strength, it was not appropriate for him to sit in the bathtub. Qin Kun turned around, and the spiritual energy in his spine was piled up layer by layer, like a big snake wagging its tail, and then he used the Mist Hidden Technique.

"The tan snake rides on the mist to condense its bones, and the shaman's ice posture has an immortal wind!"

There was thunder in the sky and fog underground. Qin Kun did not want to reveal the identity of Fuyu Mountain. The fog was misty. The fog was pulled by Qin Kun's spiritual power, and the spiritual energy condensed. There was a faint vision of a snake. The other party frowned and murmured: "Bashu wizard..."

After a moment, Zixiao Jun smiled and said: "Stop pretending, you are definitely not a Bashu wizard! I have seen your bones in a restaurant before. What Ba Wu inherited are all Qiang people's secret skills. They have been passed down since Sanmiao and Jiuli. It will be passed on to the Han people! You want to be Shibi, but you are not qualified."

Shibi is the honorific title of the Qiang people Wu Zhu.

Naturally, I learned this technique during my third trip to Wushen Village. At that time, Shibi Gong Pangbian never mentioned that this technique would not be spread to the Han people...

Qin Kun was stunned and remained silent.

Zixiao Jun said: "I have no ill intentions towards you, but you are very capable. When you come to the Maoshan territory, can't I just cross paths with you? Tell me, who are you? The aura on your body...is very similar to mine." I know a monk who has returned to secular life..."

Mr. Zixiao’s eyes were sharp.

They both knew who the monk who returned to secular life was referring to.

Qin Kun was surprised by the other party's eyes, but he would never tell him the truth. We just met by chance, and I don't want your worldview to collapse.

"I...hey, I'm a man."

Qin Kun said, Zixiao Jun frowned: Of course he knows this place.

But he heard Qin Kun's hidden words.

The other party is from Guanzhong!

There are many Taoist sects in Guanzhong, and there are countless masters of secret sects. The Tao of Life and Death forces under Maoshan cannot reach there. Even if Ge Hong is the author of "Baopuzi" and thirty-six volumes of heavenly books, his reputation is comparable to that there. Was it Lao Tzu who wrote the Tao Te Ching?

Guanzhong Taoist priests always have their eyes high.

Among that group of Taoist priests, even if there is a secret sect ghost hunter, he is an exception among the ghost hunters. Firstly, Guanzhong is the former site of Qin and Han Dynasties, with the emperor's tomb like a star. Secondly, there is the most blessed place in the world, Zhongnan, so it naturally has inheritance from other places. Not very high-minded.

"sorry."

Lord Zixiao cupped his hand. Since he was from Guanzhong, he was not a life and death force under Maoshan, and his name could not suppress him.

Zixiao Jun's tone became softer and he added: "I know a few masters of the secret sect in Guanzhong, but in your area, I have only heard that besides the Sutra Lecture Platform, there is a Taiyi Mountain. Could it be that there is also a secret sect? …”

"Yes, that's where I come from."

Qin Kun didn't know as much about geography as the other party, so he could only rely on his imagination to fool him.

"Thirty-six days of Taibai Star, there will be enlightenment in the six paths of eternity! Qin Meng of Changgeng Mountain greets you."

Qin Kun borrowed Niu Meng's name and said it without blinking.

Qin Meng...

I have never heard of such a figure under the rule of Chang'an...

Although he no longer knew about the secret door in Guanzhong, a few famous Taoist priests who caught ghosts still knew about it. However, Zixiao Jun was so confused that he didn't want to ask more questions at this time. Out of politeness, he withdrew from the mirage world.

"It turns out to be Senior Brother Qin from Changgeng Mountain, whose name I have admired for a long time!" Zixiao Jun said the usual chat routine in the world.

After the two washed up, they each left the bathroom. Zixiao Jun obviously liked making friends, so he invited Qin Kun to sit in the room and continue chatting.

They chatted about one thing or another, and ordered food and drinks. Today was originally a time to relax, but Zixiao Jun specially added a stick of incense, and the room was filled with elegance.

It is condescending and faces the prosperous street.

Zixiaojun started to sigh while chatting.

He told Qin Kun that he might not be able to keep the prosperity.

Qin Kun knew that what he was talking about was that war was coming. This was the general trend of the world and could not be avoided. Qin Kun didn't know how to comfort him, but Lord Zixiao was open-minded.

"Yang Jian will be a wise king. Since the war is to end the troubled times, I just hope that fewer people will die."

Although the Sui army was about to attack his hometown, Zixiao Jun was not too pessimistic.

Some things can be understood once you see them through. Long-term pain is worse than short-term pain.

After chatting about life and death, war and peace, Taoism and Dharma, it was the first time Zixiao Jun met someone with more knowledge than him, and the first time Qin Kun felt that his knowledge was enough in front of the ancients. Showing off.

He denied the general trend of the world and bluntly said that the Sui Dynasty was not a long-term ruler. If Yang Jian's descendants did the opposite a hundred years later, the world would still be at war. Zixiao Jun was so surprised that he almost made Qin Kun his confidant.

"Wonderful, Senior Brother Qin! I have also deduced that although the person who ended the troubled times is in the northwest, the Emperor's Star is hovering above Yang's head and is still moving. It's just that except for you, everyone else thinks that Yang will rule the world for a long time."

Qin Kun was also surprised and admired this Taoist priest who had extensive knowledge and knowledge, and could even calculate the luck of dragons, and then they chatted in depth.

Talking about the fact that the reason why Qin Kun came here was that he was being hunted by Buddhists, Lord Zixiao jumped up and said, "You are so arrogant! Brother Qin, if you don't mind me, I am willing to help you!"

Zixiao Jun can't see Qin Kun's depth at all now, but he can see people's nature when chatting. He used Maoshan's Mechanism Technique when speaking, and kept drawing out Qin Kun's inner thoughts, but he didn't realize how vicious Qin Kun was. , is not afraid of power, is not greedy for gold and silver, is not fond of women, and is not even interested in prosperous Jiankang. Such people who are indifferent to fame and fortune are definitely not things in the pool, and he is willing to have a heart-to-heart friendship.

However, Qin Kun said: "Those people are nothing to be afraid of. It's just a few ordinary people who came with me. I have no disciples. They can be regarded as followers. They are also from the Sui army. If it is convenient for you, just take care of them."

"That's no problem!"

…

The next day, I woke up and went on my way.

Li Qingyang discovered that there was another person beside Master Qin.

He was a Taoist priest who looked pretty good, but unfortunately he didn't give them a good look, and he always liked to secretly inquire about their origins.

Li Qingyang didn't like the Taoist priest, but his attitude immediately changed when he discovered that three jackals blocking the road were casually crushed to death by the other party.

Li Qingyang was ashamed. If they were armed with weapons, they might be slightly injured when facing three hungry wolves, but the other party was bare-handed! It's not that easy to crush a dog to death, right?

Only now did Li Qingyang realize that the friend who could be with Master Qin was definitely not an ordinary Taoist priest.

When Qin Kun and others passed by the pavilion ten miles outside the city, someone was already waiting for them.

He has a short hair and a stubble, his eyes are unruffled, but he has a long, bitter face.

It can be seen that this is a monk, and he is an old monk who has not repaired his appearance for a long time.

The old monk was described as haggard, and even his robes and bowl were torn. If it weren't for his special temperament, he would have been mistaken for a beggar.

He looked at Qin Kun and then at Zixiao Jun. His already bitter face was now even more bitter.

"I have been looking for a benefactor for a long time, but it is fate that I met you today."

Monk Balsam Pear clasped his hands together and pronounced the Buddha's name.

Qin Kun said nothing, but Zixiao Jun smiled coldly. Before he could say anything, he found Li Qingyang pulling him away by his sleeve.

Zixiaojun was stunned: "What are you doing?"

"Master Tao, you don't know that Master Qin usually doesn't like to be disturbed by others at this time..." Li Qingyang said with a smile.

Zi Xiaojun's mouth twitched.

I saw Li Qingyang and the others skillfully taking out the cooking utensils from their backpacks, lighting a fire, setting up a baking pan, and began to grease the pancakes and bake the meat they stole from the kitchen yesterday.

"Taoist Master, it's already noon. Are you hungry after driving ten miles? Let's eat something first... This noodle is not as delicious as Master Qin's previous one, but it tastes okay. The meat will be roasted in a while. Mr. Qin The fight is over on the teacher’s side.”

Zixiaojun's eyes widened, as if these guys were no longer surprised.

"This flat pot... is quite special."

Li Qingyang said: "Hey, these are Master Qin's immortal cooking utensils. Those seasonings have a more special taste. I have never tasted them before! You can try them later, they are absolutely delicious!"

"Senior Brother Qin... why do you take these with you when you go out?" Zixiao Jun frowned.

Li Qingyang shook his head: "Then I won't know for sure."

"Have you been following Senior Brother Qin?"

Lord Zixiao had asked them similar questions before. They were both scouts. They knew the other party wanted to inquire about information as soon as they heard it, so they were vague about it. Now they are familiar with each other a lot. Li Qingyang replied: "How could there be such an immortal?" Fate, but we followed him all the way from Linjiang County to here, and he also taught us some skills."

Linjiang......

Mr. Zixiao smacked his lips.

Southern Dragon Belly!

That place is well-known in the realm of life and death. It seems to have bad feng shui. There are many fierce ghosts and weapons. It is an ominous place.

Qin Kun actually came all the way from there...

"Oh, are you from Linjiang?"

"No, I'm a bastard."

Lord Zixiao nodded and patted Li Qingyang on the shoulder: "Then you were also taken into Changgeng Mountain?"

Li Qingyang was confused: "What is Changgeng Mountain?"

"Senior Brother Qin is from the secret sect of Changgeng Mountain. Did he confiscate you?"

"Uh... maybe we're not good enough yet..."

Li Qingyang scratched his head and silently wrote down the three words "Chang Geng Mountain". He thought that if he had time, he would try to paraphrase Priest Zixiao's words and ask what kind of immortal sect this place was.

…

Over there, Qin Kun and the old monk no longer had the urge to argue.

The old monk was very peaceful. Qin Kun felt that he was even more powerful than the previous three, but he still did not take action.

"Amitabha, a poor monk cannot defeat you."

Qin Kun said: "Then we still fight?"

The old monk asked back: "I dare to ask the donor, you are surrounded by purple energy and have Taoist skills, why do you want to covet the Buddha wheel? This thing is useful to the poor monk, but it is not of much use to you. The poor monk can see that you cultivate What I have is a Gen skill. Since I am specialized in it, why do I want to have more?"

The old monk's eyes were very poisonous. He was the first person to see through Qin Kun's fundamentals. Even Zixiao Jun didn't see that much, but the other party pointed it out directly.

Qin Kun found that he finally had an opponent who was willing to talk, and sighed softly: "What if I told you that this is an unexpected gain?"

The old monk's face showed disbelief, but after a moment, he believed it again and clasped his hands together: "The donor has a fate with the Buddha, but we are greedy."

Qin Kun waved his hand indifferently: "Where did the Master come from?"

"The Mystery Room of Six Paths?" Monk Balsam Pear was slightly stunned, savoring this new word that he had never heard before, and said honestly: "The poor monk came from the bottom of Longque Lake."

Qin Kun said: "Where is that?"

"Didn't the donor receive the Dragon Bird Seal?"

"You mean... Guo Wei?" Qin Kun was surprised. Mount Fuyu recorded that Guo Wei's seal of the Heavenly Mandate was the Blue Bird Seal. Now it seems that there are discrepancies in the records.

Monk Balsam Pear nodded: "But I dare to ask the donor, why is he so powerful? General Guo's strength...is nothing more than this, right?"

Qin Kun didn't know what the other party saw or felt, but he found that the other party didn't want to fight him, so that was fine, but the bitter melon monk was unwilling to do so.

"The donor doesn't want to say it, so don't force it. I guess the donor is also curious about why the poor monk knows so much." Monk Balsam Pear suddenly said.

Qin Kun nodded: "Yes, even fellow Taoists who are good at divination may not see so many things from me."

"Because the donor's causal thread is broken, is that right?" Monk Balsam Pear asked.

Qin Kun nodded slightly.

The old monk suddenly smiled and offered a condition: "Amitabha, why don't you make a bet with the poor monk? Your Taoist friend will fight with the poor monk. If the poor monk wins, he will hand over the wheel of Buddha. If he loses, the poor monk will give him the wheel." How about the monk teach you a secret method?"

Qin Kun narrowed his eyes: "To be honest, unless I die, I can't give it to you."

The old monk hesitated for a moment, a little disappointed, and then said: "Then let's change the conditions. If the poor monk wins, let the poor monk get out alive!"

Qin Kun apologized again: "I...can't do it."

"The donor is unwilling to let the old monk go?"

"No, I can't let you get out of here, I can't."

"But...I can!"

Qin Kun suddenly raised his head and found that the old monk's bitter face turned into chrysanthemums with a smile. Before Qin Kun agreed, he said to Lord Zixiao in the field: "Niubi from the Maoshan family, do you dare to come over and meet the poor monk?!"

The sound of thunder exploded, but before Qin Kun could stop him, Lord Zixiao was aroused and furious: "Why don't you dare! Bald Donkey really picked the right person!"

The old monk instantly showed his majesty and attacked Lord Zixiao with a thunderous voice. Not to be outdone, Lord Zixiao opened his mouth and struck thunderbolts from the sky!

The surrounding scenery changed, and every inch was intertwined into a mirage.

In the grass, Li Qingyang's head popped up and asked doubtfully: "Master Qin, why did you change the person?"

Qin Kun rolled his eyes at him: "Do you want me to fight with others?"

"That... is not the case. You can try the freshly roasted meat and pancakes..."

Several people gathered around.

"Master Qin, those two people seem to be talking about something. The sound is like thunder, but if you listen carefully, why can't you hear it? Is there something wrong with my ears?"

"Reporting the incision."

"This is what you want to pay for a fight?"

"The path of life and death has its rules."

"I see……"

Li Qingyang silently wrote down the word "incision" again, thinking that if he had time, he should ask Zixiao Jun to find out what Master Qin's incision was.