Ghost Shelter System

During the day, Qin Kun and his party had a meal of purple bamboo steamed rice at Ziwu Zhai, the most unique hotel in Muqiao Town.

The cage smells of bamboo, and the disposable bowl is made of pressed bamboo leaves. Next to it are bacon and salted duck eggs. The bacon is fat and not greasy, and the duck egg oil is rich and delicious. When you put it into your mouth, it tastes mellow, and it is served with cold The pickled bamboo shoots fished out of the well water are delicious.

After drinking a bowl of seaweed soup, Qin Kun finally came back to life.

The humidity in Wuzhou City is heavier than that in Linjiang City, but the food is spicy and the whole body is stimulated by the spicy smell. Sweat pours out, which repels the cold and warms the body, making the whole body comfortable.

You can see during the day that this small town located on the outskirts of Wuzhou City has a unique flavor. It is backed by mountains, has many bamboos, has water, many bridges, streams running through the town, many canals like gullies, lush vegetation, and a primitive flavor.

Moreover, in the town, you can see some witches and divine men dressed as ethnic minorities.

"There are many such towns in Wuzhou. There have been many Miao shamans here since ancient times, and many magic techniques have been passed down. Muqiao Town is the largest tribe near Wuzhou. I heard that in the late Song Dynasty, a monk Zhikong came here to build a temple with an ultimatum. , spread Buddhism, which was not compatible with the local area, so the small temple has always been quiet. It coincided with the Yuan and Mongols going south, and this place was hit by war. The Han people who fled were killed one after another, and the Miao shamans who took in the Han people were also persecuted. However, the Mongolian people worship Buddhism, except for that one Outside the small temple, most of the old, weak, women and children from all over the country were slaughtered. Monk Zhikong collected the bodies and buried them around the temple, but he dreamed of hundreds of ghosts asking for their lives all day long, and he went crazy from then on."

"Afterwards, a master of the Way of Life and Death came here and saw that the yin energy here was soaring. He practiced the method for thirty-three days to calm down the ghost problem, and then renamed the small temple here Luanchan Temple. The master passed down a secret technique, Let Monk Zhikong practice, and from then on, Zhikong took in many children who survived the disaster, and that was the original appearance of Luanzen Temple."

In fact, the most taboo of local beliefs is conflict with foreign beliefs. The reason why local witches, gods and men can tolerate the existence of Luanzen Temple is to repay the kindness of hosting them. Since the monks did not kill the monks, Zhikong ordained the homeless children and took them into his sect. Only then did the people in the villages and towns spread across the country remain intact.

Walking across a wooden bridge, next to me was a man selling gourds. He had a painted face and purple lips, and he greeted: "How many of you are here to ask for prophecies or to pray to God? In the gourd hexagram, there is only one family, and a ladle of turbid water can predict the end of the world. Come and try Try it?"

The divine man stopped a few people on the bridge, but he said it to Qin Kun.

Qin Kun politely replied: "No, I heard that there is a Luanzen Temple here. Let's take a look around today."

The holy man smiled hoarsely: "That's right, in our town, Luanchan Temple is famous. Eight towns in ten miles use Muqiao Town as the main altar to pray to the gods, just because Luanchan Temple covers it."

Qin Kun heard that the other party's logic was wrong and asked with a smile: "Can the Buddhists still protect you primitive gods?"

Many Chinese shamanic religions believe that all things are animistic and can become gods, which is equivalent to the Jie religion in the early days of mythology, so snakes, scorpions, dianthus, and mountains and rivers can all become gods. However, the Buddha and the original god have never been recognized as higher or lower in the faith. The other party actually said that he was covered by Ranzen Temple, which of course did not make sense.

The man of magic answered honestly: "Although we have the skills to invite gods, some random evil spirits will also be invited. Those who are not good at magic will have to ask the old monk of Luanchan Temple to exorcise evil spirits. Isn't this just a cover-up?"

Qin Kun suddenly became enlightened and smiled to say goodbye.

The divine man looked at Qin Kun's back, took a sip of saliva, and gestured to the people next to him: "Hey, where did these comrades come from? They seem to have some skills?"

The holy man next to him shook his head, and a witch selling bamboo strips interjected: "I have seen the old woman inside. She is the Hei Sangu from Caotou Village. She is the troublemaker in Caotou Village."

"Hei Sangu is here? Then they are coming to trouble Ranzen Temple?"

The holy man at the beginning shook his head, scooped up the water from the stream and said: "It doesn't look like it. Luanzen Temple is already a trouble, who else should I look for? Maybe I asked the old monk to exorcise the evil spirits. Forget it, don't care about them, I hope they will It’s good to be safe and sound.”

"Hey, can a gourd man show mercy to others?" the divine man next to him said unexpectedly.

The divine man took a sip of saliva and squinted his eyes before replying: "Hey, don't tell me. When the young man who was leading the team just came, I took a scoop of water. The water was clear and bright. It's a rare blessing. That young man is alive. Fukuzawa Baili is not a problem."

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Qin Kun and his party entered the mountain. The scenery in this place was primitive and there were many tourists, but it had not been designated as a scenic spot. Most of the tourists who came here hired witches and divine men to lead them into the mountain to play.

On a cold day, the simple stone steps were still a little slippery. It was much colder here than outside. Some mountain people living in the mountains even used their brains to set up farmhouses.

As soon as the gimmicks of 'tea made with ice springs', 'rice cooked with wild bamboo' and 'smoked fish in stone pots' were announced, many self-proclaimed elegant people came to visit.

After passing through inhabited areas, the road becomes difficult to follow.

"On the other side of the mountain, twenty miles deep, is Blind Tooth Mountain Witch Village, which is more famous than my mother-in-law's Caotou Village. Luanchan Temple is in the other direction. There is only a small road further forward. Mr. Qin, please be careful." Hei Po reminded truthfully.

At the fork in the road, there is a bluestone standing there, covered with moss. The words engraved on the bluestone have almost been worn away by the years, but if you rub the bluestone, you can vaguely distinguish the words on it.

"Fine wine and delicious food passed through the intestines, killing people and setting fire to the Buddha"

The signature is Du Xingyun.

Du Xingyun, King Kong who moves mountains?

Qin Kun was startled, this was the Tengu of the Yuan Dynasty!

We had met in the Six Paths Mystery Room of Bailong Temple. He was a bearded man who was Du's Banshan Taoist in Luliang and was Du Qinghan's father. He has actually been here? Could it be possible that he was the one who taught the Dharma to Monk Zhikong at that time?

"Why, Mr. Qin, doesn't know the incision of Luanchan Temple?"

Taoist Zhao Wumian asked, and Qin Kun shook his head. This time span seemed to connect everyone together in a mysterious way, just like the art of ghost hunting had spread its branches and leaves from Maoshan, and Fuyu Mountain was like an old tree with new buds. Further up, there are the Nine Lands and other factions.

The path was quiet, and after walking for a while, there was no way to go, but there were many tributes left by pilgrims on the side of the road.

The temple loomed in the fog. Incense candles, paper money, and braziers were placed by the roadside without being lit. It seemed that the pilgrims did not dare to enter the temple to worship, so they put them down and ran away.

The trees were wrapped with countless votive red cloths, some of which had been washed white by the rain and were swaying in the wind like silk. The weather was foggy, which always made people feel uncomfortable looking at these jagged red and white cloths.

"arrive."

A few people stood still. At the door of the dilapidated temple, the plaque was smashed, leaving only the word "chaotic". Zen had no idea where to go.

Two stone lions stood quietly at the entrance of the temple. The male lion held a human head in its mouth.

The bloody human head was hung in the lion's mouth with no eyes open, and the skin and flesh on the neck were hung. It was the head of a foreigner, who had been greatly frightened before his death.

The female lion next to her had half of her body trampled under her paws, looking up to the sky in a dead state, with her arms hanging down from the stone base.

Several people in the Cangyi Road were slightly startled. This tragic scene made their hearts twitch.

Dead?

Someone died in broad daylight?

Boom boom boom

The unbelievable sight made everyone startled, and then they heard the bronze bell in the temple ringing eighteen times, and the incense candles along the roadside began to spontaneously ignite.

Smoke filled the air, Buddhist chants sang, the wooden doors opened, and the ancient temple began to welcome visitors.