Ghost Shelter System

In mid-April, the spring rain has stopped and the weather is getting warmer.

Linjiang City, the old town, Qianmo Garden Community, a Taoist priest walking on the road attracted people's attention.

The Taoist priest has a handsome appearance, with slanted eyebrows and flying temples. He carries two swords on his back and plays with a bunch of copper coins in his hands.

This is the community where Qin Kun lives. The Taoist priest's name is Xu Facheng, the true disciple of Maoshan.

When he came to the community, Xu Facheng didn't care about other people's eyes and took stock of the surrounding environment.

"It's interesting. There are evil spirits in Feng Shui, and the earth veins are not good enough."

Xu Facheng held the copper coin, scraped the moss from the wall skirt and twisted it in his hands. After smelling it, he dusted off the dirt on his hands.

The yin spirit is abundant, hidden but not visible. The moss faces the sun, but is green and soft. The yin energy is so heavy, it seems that there is a tomb nourishing it underground.

Is this Qin Kunxuan’s home?

The Taoist sect attaches great importance to the cave. Is Qin Kun settling here to raise ghosts? Xu Facheng didn't quite understand, so he raised his feet and entered the unit building.

Getting on the elevator, on the 18th floor, Xu Facheng knocked on Qin Kun's door.

It was afternoon, and Qin Kun had just gotten up and finished eating. When he opened the door, he found Xu Facheng coming!

"Daozhang Xu? Didn't I agree to pick you up?" Qin Kun was stunned.

Xu Facheng cupped his hands and said, "I told you to come and visit me without bothering Mr. Qin. I have plenty of money, so I just took a taxi."

Welcoming Xu Facheng into the door, Xu Facheng looked around Qin Kun's house.

The layout is old-fashioned, but quite satisfactory. There is no deliberate flaunting of status, nor is there any deliberate attempt to distinguish it from the ghost hunter.

Xu Facheng saw six ghost pictures hanging on the wall and sighed: "The "Hell Sutra Transformation Picture" is not bad. Although it is not authentic, it does not seem to be an ordinary fake."

There are six pictures on the wall, depicting how little ghosts in hell are being tortured. In the past, my sister Qin Xue thought it was offensive and asked Qin Kun to change them. Qin Kun ignored them. It was normal for a ghost hunter to have these hanging in his room.

There was a large water tank in the house with two red arowanas in it. Xu Facheng knocked on it, and the lazy fish shook a few times and was not afraid of people.

He chuckled: "Master Qin is somewhat elegant."

This was given by Monk Shui. Anyway, it was raised by ghosts and it is quite beautiful. Qin Kun said: "It's okay."

Sitting on the sofa, Xu Facheng lamented that Qin Kun's life was good, and said: "Master Qin, do you know about the tomb in your community? Why did you choose to live here?"

Why am I not clear? There is a Qing Dynasty Gege tomb underground, as well as the tomb of the 16th prince. This place used to be a group of tombs of Manchu nobles.

"There was no money at the time, so it was cheap here."

Qin Kun said truthfully.

Xu Facheng was helpless.

In the kitchen, a woman appeared with her hair disheveled and came over carrying tea.

Xu Facheng didn't know that Qin Kun had a family, so he hurriedly got up and took the tea.

"Um?"

The way the woman handed the tea was very strange. Xu Facheng suddenly looked up and saw that the woman's pupils were so large and as black as gems that they could not reflect his own appearance.

"The master of the Jianghu dragon gate is so reckless that he doesn't show his head? Haha, a blood-cutting mourner also wants to interrogate a poor man?"

Xu Facheng flicked his sleeve, and a red thread sprang out from the sleeve. The red thread was strung with copper coins, and it quickly wrapped around the woman. Smoke was rising from the woman's body, but the next moment, the woman flipped her wrist, and a butterfly knife appeared, easily cutting the red thread. , copper coins scattered on the ground.

"Oh? What is blood loss?"

The woman asked casually, her nails scraping against the blade of the knife, making a squeaking sound, which surprised Xu Facheng.

"The breath is neither yin nor yang, human nature is all there, and there is even breathing of blood. Are you not a blood cutter? Or are you saying that you have mastered the art of blood cuttration?"

"baffling."

Qin Kun was sitting next to him drinking tea. He couldn't understand what Xu Facheng said and couldn't interrupt. Seeing that Xu Facheng, who had been tense just now, calmed down, he knew that Du Qinghan had dispelled Xu Facheng's vigilance.

"Maoshan Xu Facheng, dare to ask the girl her name."

"Du Qinghan, Luliang."

"Mu Pang Tu, Lu Liang Du! He's the one who moved the mountains, so that's what happened."

Du Qinghan probably thought that the Taoist priest was not interesting, so he left a message of "use the tea with ease" and returned to the house.

Du Qinghan left, leaving only two people in the living room. Xu Facheng squinted his eyes and whispered: "Master Qin, why do you get together with such a person?"

The word was used very subtly. Qin Kun suddenly felt that this Taoist priest was not very serious. How could the dignified Taoist priest of the Tao of Life and Death be so dirty?

"I'm old enough, can't I?" Qin Kun curled his lips, not afraid of misunderstanding.

Xu Facheng had no choice but: "That's not what I meant." He dipped in tea and wrote a few words on the table.

"The earth beside the wood originally leads to the 'tomb', and the earth beside the tomb is the tomb. This is a group of Taoist priests who dig graves and refine corpses. They call themselves 'Taoists who move mountains'. They also do some tomb robbing to support themselves."

"When Yuan and Meng invaded the Central Plains, this group of people were Chinese martyrs who fought against the Tatars and took the lead in the battle. However, many were killed in the early Ming Dynasty. Most of the Banshan Zongzong was hidden in the world, and the ones left behind were all heretics and offshoots. Their common names were all Du . These are a group of weird Taoist priests, people on the fringes of my path of life and death, so be careful."

Qin Kun was startled. Is there such a thing?

He had already understood Du Qinghan's mystery, and he felt as if he was immortal. Qin Kun didn't want to delve into the secret of Du Qinghan's longevity, because sometimes life would be easier if he was confused.

Seeing that Qin Kun didn't care about Du Qinghan's identity, Xu Facheng didn't interrupt much. Although Fuyu Mountain's status is not as respected as Maoshan, it has always been regarded as a sect of the same level. Since a thousand years ago, there are records of Fuyu Mountain's head black dog. , this kind of person is destined to grow into a giant, and he has no way to interfere with his life.

Xu Facheng came here in response to Qin Kun's invitation for discussion. The two chatted for a few words, and Xu Facheng got straight to the point and asked Qin Kun to take him to the Linjiang City Funeral Home.

Qin Kun drove his Mercedes-Benz and arrived at the Linjiang City Funeral Home at six o'clock in the afternoon.

In the office, Han Yao was playing games, but Qin Kun was stunned.

"Tuwa, there are so many people outside, do you still have time to play games?"

On the computer screen, there was a gun battle game, which was very realistic. Han Yao held the gun and killed the last person. Eight words popped up on the screen, good luck and chicken tonight.

"Brother Kun, although there are a lot of people, I've finished taking care of everything. I'll take some time to have some fun."

Han Yao stood up and saw that Qin Kun was accompanied by a Taoist priest. He immediately said with a straight face: "Five grains and six animals are sacrificed to the underworld, and nine corpses are welcomed to worship the true immortal. Fuyu Mountain, Han Yao."

Xu Facheng also followed the etiquette and said: "Xuanqi Maoshan is full of energy. The three pure spiritual officials sit in the sacred hall. The flying thunder and sword rain destroy evil spirits. The two sleeves of the universe balance the yin and yang. Maoshan, Xu Facheng."

The two knew each other but were not familiar with each other, so they followed the etiquette of life and death to show respect.

Han Yao didn't expect that Xu Facheng would come.

"Taoist Master Xu, today we are going to have a discussion as requested by Brother Kun, right?"

Xu Facheng smiled and said: "I will have a fight with Master Qin tonight, but there is another chance to compare."

Neither Qin Kun nor Han Yao understood what Xu Facheng meant.

Xu Facheng said: "My master will have a grand gathering recently, and we strongly invite fellow Taoists of Life and Death to attend. Part of the reason for coming to Jiang this time is actually to send invitations."

"Festival?"

Xu Facheng took three invitations, respectively for the Zhong, Ji, and Banbei sects.

There are four big characters written on the invitation: "Maoshan Danhui".