Ghost Shelter System

Qin Kun has been meditating since arriving here in the afternoon.

In my mind are the words of the Infinite Sutra.

This kind of thing exists in the brain, just like the 'Zhenzi Scroll', it is a memory. You can only use it if you learn the content inside. It is not limited by the system, but it cannot be used instantly like other Tao techniques.

For an entire afternoon, Qin Kun felt dizzy reading those words.

Ever since he got the 'Zhenzi Scroll', his progress has been very slow. The reason is that he doesn't like reading. Now there was another Taoist scripture in his mind, and Qin Kun felt that he was running out of brain cells.

"What is this thing for?"

The survival mission is to obtain an exclusive physique. It stands to reason that the Infinite Sutra should be related to his physique "Kunlun Bone", but no matter how you look at it, it looks like a manual for physical exercise, and it contains a lot of terms about acupuncture points. Qin Kun Almost unrecognizable.

After several hours, Qin Kun found nothing and finally gave up.

It seems that awakening the physique alone is not enough.

But when will phase two of the mission come?

Opening his eyes, Qin Kun found that it was already dark. He was slightly surprised. He closed his eyes and meditated. He only felt that a while had passed. Did he expect that it was already dark?

In the room, there was a woman sitting.

Seeing Qin Kun wake up, the woman said: "Are you awake? We will leave soon."

The woman was holding Qin Kun's backpack, and there were many magic weapons lined up on the table.

The karma-stealing knife, the life-cutting awl, the four-image plate, the flowing cloud shirt, and the tortoise shell that Tianqi Duwu gave him in the City of Ten Deaths - the 'Xuanwu Gua'.

Many yellow papers, ghost coins, incense candles and other sundries were neatly stacked.

Qin Kun saw the woman staring at her motionless and asked, "Do you have anything to tell me?"

The woman looked at Qin Kun: "What did you call me at noon?"

The woman's clothes were simple and plain, and her expression was a little cold, but she couldn't hide the curiosity in her eyes.

Qin Kun held a cigarette in his mouth and said, "Du Qinghan, do you have any questions?"

The woman was slightly startled, then smiled slightly: "Why is it called this?"

Why is it called this?

Qin Kun had a funny expression on his face: "Then what should I call you?"

The woman thought for a while and said seriously: "Actually, I don't have a name. They all call me 'Master Du', so you should also call me Master Du."

"But I accept your name. From now on, my name will be Du Qinghan!"

The cigarette in Qin Kun's mouth fell to the ground

The woman was very aura, and when she saw Qin Kun losing his composure, she shook her head and smiled.

"Are these your magic weapons? Our ancestors of the Du family were mountain-moving Taoists, but it's a pity that some of their unique skills have not been passed down. Why don't you join the gang and share the pot with me?"

Qin Kun jumped up.

"Stop it! Stop it! I'm a serious person, and I'm not short of money!"

Qin Kun was trembling all over now. Du Qinghan's name was actually chosen by himself?

Impossible, absolutely impossible!

This is an endless cycle. The beginning and the end should not be both yourself!

If you don’t join the gang, you won’t join the gang. Why is the reaction so big?

Du Qinghan left inexplicably, and Feng Qiang walked in outside the house.

"Are you awake? I just got up and saw you were still meditating, so I didn't call you." Feng Qiang walked in with an egg in his mouth and two pickled buns.

"Would you like something to eat? I heard we'll be leaving soon."

Qin Kun didn't reply. Feng Qiang found that Qin Kun's expression was not normal and he was confused. To be honest, a rough guy named Qin shouldn't have this kind of emotion. Feng Qiang had seen officials often have this kind of expression. It was melancholy caused by overthinking. Young people should have the vigor of young people. This person is young. You are light and you are capable, so what are you worried about?

"What's wrong? Like a spoiled daughter? Tell me about it, Brother Feng?"

Qin Kun was smoking a cigarette and his eyes were dull when he saw the magic weapons neatly arranged on the table.

"Nothing, just thinking about a question."

Feng Qiang curled his lips: "How old are you? You seem to be pretending to be sophisticated. It's not my fault. We have been well-informed since we were young. I can definitely answer your questions!"

Although Feng Qiang is affiliated with the General Bureau of Spiritual Investigation, he has been excellent in both writing and academics since childhood, has a good family background, and has gone to the army for training. In all aspects, he is not comparable to ordinary people. Moreover, his knowledge is extraordinary.

He didn't know Qin Kun before, and the two had a conflict, but they couldn't make a deal without fighting. Feng Qiang had a kind of arrogance. Even if he was humiliated by someone stronger than him, he wouldn't bother to be friends with someone weaker than him.

He was born that way. So now, it can be said that Qin Kun is regarded as a friend and ready to enlighten him.

Qin Kun could feel Feng Qiang's kindness. Two lines of smoke came out of his nose. Qin Kun smiled bitterly: "Feng Qiang, are you so confident? Then tell me, in this world, which came first, the chicken or the egg?"

Qin Kun accepted Feng Qiang's kindness, but he did not believe that Feng Qiang could solve this kind of philosophical problem. This feeling of fate mixed with life makes people feel powerless and scary when you think about it carefully.

After Qin Kun asked, he found that Feng Qiang was silent. After a while, Feng Qiang spoke word by word.

"It's not easy, first comes the chicken!"

The chicken came first?

So sure?

"Why?" Qin Kun stared at Feng Qiang, very curious.

Feng Qiang licked his lips, lit a cigarette, his eyes were sad and his expression was serious: "Of course it is forced by life."

I fuck you, uncle, Feng Qiang, did I ask you to come over and tell jokes?

Did I really believe your lies and seriously waited for you to enlighten me? After working on it for a long time, you gave me this kind of answer? Does it fit? !

"Why do not you go to hell?"

At this moment, Feng Qiang exhaled smoke and pointed at his brain: "Think about it carefully, isn't what I said right?"

Feng Qiang left behind an inexplicable word, patted his butt and left.

Qin Kun blinked, feeling angry and laughing in his heart, and began to think about Feng Qiang's words.

boy?

After experiencing so much, if Qin Kun translated these four words into words that he understood, it would probably be two words-'acceptance of fate'.

Qin Kun was a little surprised by the nonsensical answer. Thinking about it carefully, this answer was quite surprising.

Accept your fate? hehe

It seems that these four words are this guy's philosophy of life.

Qin Kun put out his cigarette butt and stretched.

That’s right, who is not forced by life?

At 8:30 pm, it was already dark.

Qin Kun was packing his backpack. Suddenly, Feng Qiang's angry shouts came from outside.

The shouts were chaotic, as if there was a conflict.

Qin Kun picked up his backpack and rushed out quickly.

Outside the courtyard, there was a group of people. Feng Qiang grabbed an elegant old man by the collar and was blocked in the middle by a burly man, but he refused to let go. The moment he saw the old man, Qin Kun's eyes focused and stood still.

"It's you! You made me almost kill Ge Zhan, did you know that?"

Feng Qiang spoke loudly and was very angry.

The elegant old man stood there indifferently: "Really? What if I kill a fool like Ge Zhan?"

After the elegant old man finished speaking, he found someone staring at him.

In the dark night, he couldn't see clearly the person's appearance, but he could feel that his eyes were particularly bright.

The elegant old man looked over and suddenly smiled.

"I remember you, Qin Kun." He said into the darkness.

In the darkness, a voice came out: "Well, I remember you too, Sakonomi."