Ghost Shelter System

Compared with the south, there are fewer mountains in the north. Most of the mountains are majestic and spectacular, with rugged rocks.

This kind of grass was left barren because of the desert wind and sand invasion and soil erosion. There is also a folk saying that most emperors would make their capital in the north, break up mountains and earth, and dig up the vitality of other mountains in order to nourish the dragon veins.

Under the mountain, there is sparse vegetation, and you can see large exposed rocks from a distance. The truck drove into the foot of the mountain. After the Mongolian man dropped them off, he drove back.

Most of the rain gear in the 1980s was pure black. The black umbrella with a wooden pole was opened, and Qin Kun stepped into the rain.

The mountains are steep and the drizzle falls everywhere within sight, which is just an embellishment to the mood. In the midst of the mountain rain, Qin Kun looked ahead at the woman wearing a black raincoat, lost in thought.

Is it Du Qinghan? Is it Du Qinghan?

Qin Kun was asking himself.

When she spoke just now, she neither admitted nor denied it. But when I met Du Qinghan 30 years ago, I couldn't accept it. This absurd feeling is more like an illusion in time and space, but it is clearer. I clearly feel that I am going crazy.

"Qin Kun, get out of the way!"

When Qin Kun was in a daze, a shout came from behind. As soon as he finished speaking, Qin Kun was hit on the buttocks. Qin Kun turned his head and found a ram chewing grass. It smacked its lips and looked at him unhappily. Next to him is Feng Qiang.

"I told you to get out of the way, why are you just standing there?" Feng Qiang breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that Qin Kun didn't vent his anger on Gong Yang.

Qin Kun next to him didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He seemed to be blocking the way of the leader.

In the mountain col, Feng Qiang and the shopkeeper drove their sheep toward the mountains.

When Qin Kun was a child in the countryside, most of the people he saw were chickens, ducks, geese, dogs, and at most cows. There is a taboo around his hometown of Yinchuan County, and sheep raising is relatively rare. He did not expect that Feng Qiang had the ability to herd sheep? This is extremely inconsistent with his image of a oily young man, isn't it?

It is now 2 o'clock in the afternoon. After walking on the mountain road for 40 minutes, I finally saw a village on the mountainside.

Halfway up the mountainside, there are three huge characters written on the stone wall - "Lü Liang Du".

This place is called Dujiazhai, and there are village gates, stone walls, and forts next to it. Although some of them are dilapidated, the area is very large. The stone walls surround hundreds of households, and it looks like a dilapidated landlord's compound. It is surprising to see such a scale.

The village is built on a hillside. Standing on the stone wall and looking out, the view is wide and the scenery is excellent.

In the highest courtyard, Qin Kun and Feng Qiang took a look after being arranged.

Compared with the elegance in the south, the heroic atmosphere here makes people like it differently. The courtyard walls are high, and the houses are connected with each other. The floors are paved with blue bricks. The glory of the past can be vaguely seen in the dilapidation. The entire village compound looks like a giant mountain half sitting on the mountainside. Beast, majestic.

"Why is this female thief so rich?"

Feng Qiang really couldn't imagine that the woman's old home looked like this. This kind of scale is close to the few royal palaces left in Yanjing. Fortunately, it looks a bit shabby. What if it was still there in its heyday? Who would have thought that there would be a cave like this in such a poor mountain ravine!

"It's spacious, but there aren't many people there."

Qin Kun frowned and noticed something strange.

Looking down from the sky, the village of Nuo Da was definitely not built overnight. According to Feng Shui, this is a place where yin and yang conflict. The conflict means fighting and conflict. The yin and yang energy gather here and are constantly fighting. Logically speaking, it should not be developed. Like this.

However, there are very few people living here. To meet the environment of a place where yin and yang conflict, the villagers cannot even fill one third of it. Many of the yards were overgrown with weeds and had broken windows. It was obvious that no one had lived there for a long time.

Moreover, in the west of the village, there is a looming yin energy, hidden among the trees. On rainy days, the perception of the celestial eye is affected, and it is impossible to see where the yin energy comes from.

After Qin Kun said it, Feng Qiang found that it seemed like this. Just now I was just sighing at the size of the courtyard. After thinking about it carefully, I found that there seemed to be not many people in this village, and it seemed deserted and quiet.

A gust of cold wind blew open the wooden window. Feng Qiang was nervous and suddenly stood up: "Who!"

There was no one outside the window. The wooden window was blown open by the wind and flapped loudly. Feng Qiang was startled and rubbed his sleepy eyes: "Qin, I have to get some sleep. My nerves are a little sensitive. Look at the door for me. "

At the same time, seven or eight people were sitting in another courtyard.

The first person was a burly man. Behind the man stood several juniors. Sitting in front of him were an old man and two young people.

The old man had an air of elegance and a serious smile. The two young men were very young, a man and a woman. The man pursed his lips tightly, wore shabby clothes, and had a somewhat reserved face. The woman has a round face, two braids, and her old clothes are all patched.

The burly man bowed to the elegant old man: "Sir, I specially invited you from Sangyu City to cause you trouble."

The elegant old man said calmly: "It doesn't matter. Our sect and the Du family made an agreement hundreds of years ago about being loyal to someone entrusted by others. Zuo must abide by the rules set by the ancestor."

The burly man had thick eyebrows, big eyes, and a beard all over his face. His eyes were like those of a wolf, and he carried an intimidating aura from head to toe. However, his attitude towards the elegant old man was particularly respectful.

"Sir, when do you think it's best to set off?"

"Today is sunset."

"Okay! I'll go see if she's back."

After the burly man left, the two young men stood up cautiously.

The shabby young man whispered: "Uncle Zuo, this matter is taboo. You can't represent the Northern sect. My master was wronged by you and was imprisoned. You can't persist in it!"

"Presumptuous! When will it be your turn to educate me?"

The elegant old man was furious: "Kneel down!"

The shabby young man knelt on the ground, shrugging his head, but with stubbornness.

The braided girl on the side plucked her fingers and said dryly: "Uncle Zuo, don't be angry, Brother Ning is just saying."

The elegant old man pointed his finger at the shabby young man's forehead: "Ning Buwei has been imprisoned by Ge Zhan for three years. Are you stupid? Your master is still in prison! He still expects you to carry forward the sacrifice family! Ning Buwei !What are you afraid of in the end?!"

"I just want to be an ordinary person, Uncle Zuo. Times have changed," the shabby young man argued in a low voice.

"No matter how times change, the world is still the same world! Buyeo Mountain is still Buyeo Mountain, don't you understand?!"

"My family in Fuyu Mountain has been divided since the Sui Dynasty. From the Yuan Dynasty, Douzong has been from Beitou to the south, and family sacrifices have been from the south to the north. Douzong has been a court eagle since ancient times. In order to protect the south, the ancestors of the Song Dynasty were sacrificed. At that time, the head of the family of sacrifices and I judged the family, The Zhong family fought side by side, even if all the disciples were killed and injured, and the inheritance withered, they did not give in at all. Do you still have the spirit of worshiping the family back then?! The tutor in Taichang Street taught you to the point of a dog?!"

The elegant old man calmed down his anger, but his face became cold and ugly. He whispered: "Qiao Shanliang picked you up from the roadside, provided you with food and drink, and taught you crafts. What are you doing now? Is it worthy of him?" Are you working hard?"

The shabby boy was scolded in front of him and did not dare to say anything.

He was in great pain and struggling. He no longer knew what he should do and what he shouldn't do. Completely confused, he was going crazy.

"Uncle Zuo, the blood-cutting Taoist soldiers are a disaster!!! We caused a big disaster and killed Master Yang. I don't want to see anyone die in the hands of the blood-cutting Taoist soldiers. I beg you."

The shabby young man knelt down and kowtowed, but was kicked down by the elegant old man.

The elegant old man looked down at the shabby young man and said calmly: "Are you stupid if you don't want to? Do you also think that someone like Yang Shen will be killed by a blood-cutting leader?"

The shabby young man was startled: "Isn't it?"

The elegant old man's eyes were contemptuous: "Although he has never competed with the bald donkey of Fulin Temple, the entire world of life and death believes that he is the first Celestial Master of the Republic of China! That is the first Celestial Master of the Republic of China. He came to the north of the Yellow River, Wuwei Neither the Ghost King nor Longhuai Ghost King brought him with him. If he didn’t have absolute confidence, what would he do?”

Not only the shabby boy, but also the girl with braids was stunned.

The famous Yang Shen died at the hands of the leader of the Blood Cutting Sect, and the Northern sect became the target of public criticism overnight. But suddenly, this uncle of the Pan family said that Yang Shen's death had nothing to do with the Blood Cutting Cult?

"Uncle Zuo, I saw with my own eyes that Mr. Yang was injured by the leader of the Blood Cutting Cult."

The elegant old man paused and then said: "His injury was not caused by the leader of the Blood Cutting Cult, but was related to the White Dragon Temple. His death was purely deserved!"