Ghost Shelter System

According to the new Chinese calendar, spring begins in 1980.

The sky in Linjiang City was gray, and a Taoist priest died at the Linjiang City Crematorium.

The atmosphere was solemn, and the procession to send the souls was huge and hundreds of meters long.

Light rain fell in the sky, and the first spring rain arrived as scheduled, unable to clear away the haze above our heads.

One, two, three, five, ten.

Those who expressed condolences sent white flowers one after another and placed them in the coffin.

Close the coffin, cry the spirit, and raise the spirit.

A tall old man in the lead turned his head, his eyes turned red: "He is dead after all."

Most of the mourners wore Taoist robes and black satin, with white stripes wrapped around their arms. Some of them simply wore thin black shirts and put them on outside.

The suona sounded, and a tall old man stood at the front, holding the coffin, followed by a tall, middle-aged Taoist priest, a wretched Taoist priest, a black-faced Taoist priest, and a middle-aged man with a resolute cheek.

"Kuishan Ge Zhan, I will reward you with a reward of one hundred and forty hangings, buy a Yin official to clear the way, and send Yun Zun to eternal life!"

Right in front of the coffin, a man spreading paper money, speaking with a Northland accent, singing and drinking, almost covering up the sound of the suona, opened the way for the procession of supporting the spirit.

"Seven Star Palace Chu Dao, I will give you a reward of one hundred and forty hangings, buy a Yin official to clear the way, and send Yun Zun to eternal life!"

"Wu Xiong of Qingzhu Mountain, I rewarded him with a reward of one hundred and forty dans, and I bought Yin Guan to clear the way and send Yun Zun to the eternity!"

"Kuishanjing Sansheng, I will reward you with a hundred and twenty ounces of money, buy a kid to avoid trouble, and send Yun Zun to eternal life!"

"The Yue Yuexian of Qingzhu Mountain is rewarded with one hundred and twenty coins..."

There were cries, but they were very small, more of silent sadness.

The paper money was thrown into the sky with great force, and then fell down by raindrops. The person holding the spirit had wet forehead and eyes.

Behind the coffin, there is a middle-aged tailor with a dull expression, and a seamstress who still has charm, dull and confused. They look towards the window of the crematorium.

At the window on the second floor, a young man less than thirty years old was holding a teacup and looking at the team below, silently.

"Xiao Wang, don't we go and see you off?"

A slightly older middle-aged man asked.

"Give it a damn, give it away!!"

The young man cursed in a low voice: "He shouldn't die! He shouldn't go to the north of the Yellow River! It's a farce, it's all a farce! The dispute between the north and the south, Fuyu orthodoxy, it's all fucking nonsense!!"

The young man's eyes were bloodshot and tears welled up in his eyes: "From now on, I, Wang Shouyi, will never have any contact with these people from the Southern Sect. I will do what I say!"

The middle-aged man was silent. After a while, he hummed a tune softly.

The song is called "Dragon Fan".

The main chapter tells the story of the son of the general soldier who rescued the son of the prime minister and obtained the treasure, the Dragon Fan. However, the treasure was coveted by the other party, who falsely accused and framed him, causing the general soldier's family to be executed.

The play was very long, and the middle-aged man only sang for a while, then stopped when he saw the procession going away.

At the end of this song, the son of the commander-in-chief and his sister who escaped finally killed their enemy.

The middle-aged man looked at the rain and mist and murmured: "Well... the karma you owe will have to be paid back sooner or later."

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The funeral procession walked around Yuetan Mountain three times before returning to the crematorium.

At the door, Wang Shouyi stood in the rain and stopped the team that was about to come in.

"Master Yang, he should be buried in Wuwei Mountain."

The tall old man at the head lowered his head and looked at a young man, stopped himself, and said silently: "Yang Shen said before his death that after death, his remaining body would be willing to turn into ashes to accompany the boundless karma."

Wang Shouyi turned his eyes to the others and trembled a little: "You Nan Sect are really a bunch of rubbish."

The suona stopped abruptly.

Fu Ling's team was furious.

"Boy! Don't dare to speak arrogant words just because you are close to Yun Zun!"

In the team, a resolute and burly middle-aged man walked out, "Kui Shanjing Sansheng, do you want to try with me?"

After Wang Shouyi, the middle-aged man who had just sung came out: "My name is Qu Chengyang. Master Yang once gave me some guidance. How about I try it with you?"

The tit-for-tat confrontation made the atmosphere awkward.

The leader of the old man said: "You and Yang Shen also went to the north of the Yellow River. Do you think it would be okay if he didn't go? Yang Shen took the old man and Zuo Jinchen and jumped to Wuwei Mountain. Zuo Jinchen got the Karma Fire Seal and went back. He raised the Blood Cutting Cult and caused corpses to float for hundreds of miles in the Yellow River. He didn't listen to me and killed Zuo Jinchen to make the Blood Cutting Cult bigger. What do you think we should do?! Tell me."

The old man's voice was powerful, with the roar of a dragon. In the sky and dusk rain, he looked like a human dragon, gazing majestically at the young man in front of him.

Wang Shouyi was not afraid and curled his lips: "I know you, your name is Ge Zhan! Listen carefully, it's okay not to take Mr. Yang to Wuwei Mountain for burial, but you can only send him here."

Qu Chengyang took a step forward: "Leave the body to us. The two of us will take care of the last journey."

Seeing the stalemate between our team and the other party, a wretched and slovenly Taoist priest came out and said: "Haha, don't be angry, we are all fellow Taoists on the road of life and death. We have just returned from the north of the Yellow River, so we won't start a big fight."

The wretched Taoist priest looked at Ge Zhan and said with a smile: "Uncle Ge, you are also injured, so please stop saying a few words. We have given away what we should give away. We are sending Master Yang away today. Don't hurt your kindness. It's better to hand over the body." How about giving it to them?”

Ge Zhan was silent, and Jing Sansheng stood in front of him, his eyes sharp, pointing at the nose of the wretched Taoist priest: "Wu Xiong, are you teaching my uncle what to do?"

Behind the wretched Taoist priest, a black-faced Taoist priest came out: "Jing Sansheng, my senior brother is the leader of Qingzhu Mountain and the head of the Southern Sect, you'd better show some respect to me!"

Jing Sansheng laughed loudly: "The leader? Sect master? How dare you call him sect master after being beaten to pieces?! He couldn't even kill Zuo Jinchen. If it weren't for Mr. Yang and my uncle, he would have died long ago!"

The black-faced Taoist priest was furious: "Jing Sansheng, can you try again?!"

Jing Sansheng said coldly: "Yu Yuexian, I will tolerate you once, and this will be the last time. You are the cause of all the causes and effects, don't shamelessly prance in front of me!"

"enough!!!"

As soon as Ge Zhan's dragon roar came out, all the raindrops in the sky stopped and shattered.

"Yang Shen said that Wu Xiong is the leader of the Southern Sect. I, Ge Zhan, will recognize him as the leader. Sansheng, listen to him and give Yang Shen's body to the boy opposite. This is a crematorium, what should I do? , let’s not point fingers.”

After Ge Zhan finished speaking, Jing Sansheng glared at the black-faced Taoist priest, walked back behind Ge Zhan, and asked several people to carry the body.

Wang Shou called someone and carefully carried the body to the wheel. He looked at the old man with a peaceful expression, his eyes were red. He raised his head and looked at them with a sneer: "I am a mess, but I still think I can compete with Fuyu orthodoxy! I If you were from Fuyu Mountain, you would have been killed by a piece of tofu."

Everyone, including Ge Zhan, looked unhappy.

Indeed, this time, it was too reckless.

They looked at the middle-aged man who had just thrown paper money. The middle-aged man had his hands in his cotton sleeves and was standing in the rain.

His clothes were tattered and shabby compared to the others, and he lived in a miserable state.

"Uncle Ge..." When the man saw Ge Zhan looking over, he forced a simple smile, but was slapped hard by Ge Zhan.

"Ning, go back and tell your master to let him sit through the bottom of the prison."

The middle-aged man couldn't believe it, and said with difficulty: "The rivers and lakes are far away, and the temple is high. How can we, who are in the realm of life and death, have contact with the temple..."

Ge Zhan held his collar and said, "You should be glad that I have contact with the temple. According to the rules of the world, you and your master are dead now."

The middle-aged man was silent.

The body was sent away, and the light rain stopped after a while.

Wang Shouyi stood at the door of the crematorium, looking at the group of people with hostility.

"Where's the urn?"

Wang Shou stretched out his hand and asked Ge Zhan.

In this era, cremation was not common in Linjiang City, and funeral parlors were not ready to prepare urns, so family members prepared them.

When Wang Shou stretched out his hand, Ge Zhan was obviously sluggish.

"Not prepared?" Wang Shou squinted his eyes, his face a little ugly.

The urn is usually made by a carpenter before the deceased is cremated. In the worst case, a beautiful jar will be found. But obviously, Ge Zhan didn't know about this.

He turned to look at the tall Taoist priest.

"Chu Dao, where is the urn I asked you to prepare?"

The tall Taoist priest was stunned for a moment when he saw Ge Zhan's gaze, and then broke into a cold sweat, "Uncle Ge, you didn't say anything in advance..."

"I asked you where is the urn?!" Ge Zhan roared again.

On the side, a wretched Taoist priest came out: "Uncle Ge, please calm down. I have something you don't know whether to say or not?"

Everyone turned their attention to him.

Jing Sansheng said: "Wu Xiong, if you fart, hurry up!"

"You..." Yu Yuexian had a dark face and was about to get angry. The leader of the Southern Sect was completely ignored by them. This made him, his junior brother, very worthless for his senior brother.

The wretched Taoist priest raised his hand to stop Yu Yuexian. He chuckled and said, "Master Yang told me before he died that when he died and turned into ashes, someone would send him an urn."

"Fuck you!"

Jing Sansheng picked up Wu Xiong's collar, but a talisman was stuck on his back, preventing him from moving.

"Hmph!" Jing Sansheng's stiff body suddenly shook, as if a stuck machine suddenly moved, and the talisman collapsed instantly.

Wu Xiong didn't say much, just looked at Ge Zhan.

Ge Zhan lowered his head and thought for a while, then stood up and said, "Okay, you are the sect master. I listen to you. I will wait here. You, wait for me too."

Ge Zhan's eyes were full of warning.

Wu Xiong: "..."

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