Ghost Shelter System

Iron tree hell.

The industry in all directions is blazing with fire, and the mountains are dangerous and there are many trees.

From behind, an evil ghost fiercely pounced on the Taoist priest in front of him. The Taoist priest suddenly disappeared. The evil ghost jumped into the air and stood stunned on the spot. Suddenly, a ring of copper coins was wrapped around his neck.

The copper coin tightened, and the Taoist priest pulled hard. The seemingly weak copper coin cut off the evil ghost's head like a saw chain.

Xu Facheng saw that the evil ghost was still waiting to gather its ghost body, so he raised his legs and kicked him off the cliff.

The branches penetrated from the back to the chest, and the evil ghost struggled in the air, but could not break free. The ten-meter drop was not high at all. There was an iron tree below, and there were many fierce ghosts stabbed on the branches.

Phew, another one.

I don’t know how many days have passed since I came to this ghost place. The evil ghosts here are more powerful than those in the earth. The obsession caused by anger and the explosive power brought by the desire to survive allow some evil ghosts to exert their fighting power as ghost generals, which is very difficult.

Moreover, the Yin Qi suppressed Taoism, and now he could only use physical combat to quickly solve the problem.

When I opened the package, I saw a cloud of green smoke. After a while, the smoke turned into three steamed buns with beef inside.

This was an offering burned from the underworld. Xu Facheng hurriedly filled his stomach and continued to move forward. In such a vast hell, not a single ghost general could be found, and he didn't know where they were hiding.

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Mo Wuji wore facial makeup and walked on a street lined with blue bricks and red tiles and numerous buildings.

No one knew how shocked he was.

Hongya Cave?

As a Bashu Taoist, he often comes here.

I remember that I received the Fengdu Order with Xu Facheng and entered the gate of hell together. Why was Xu Facheng missing and he was here?

Earthly world?

No, it's not.

The whole city was silent, except for the sound of wind and waves, there was no sound from the passing vehicles.

After wandering around this city for several days and killing several evil spirits, Mo Wuji couldn't find any place that was different from the earthly world.

Opening the package, it was empty.

Xu Facheng said before that if you walk in the underworld, you will be burned and worshiped in the upper world. Mo Wuji has not received anything these days, so he is very hungry.

Mo Wuji, who was very hungry, saw a hot pot restaurant that looked like a cave and walked in cruelly.

"Boss, red soup. Any side dishes, hairy tripe."

"okay!"

The hot pot restaurant is dark and windy, but the red soup tastes very good. The red spicy oil is bubbling, the hot air hits your face, and the spicy taste is strong.

The mask around his mouth disappeared, and Mo Wuji's fragrant tongue was about to swallow it.

At the table next to them, there was a couple with blue and black faces sitting. The black lines on their faces were as terrifying as spider webs. The couple shouted in thick dialect: "We don't want clear soup, we also want red soup!"

The clear soup pot wasn't even steaming, the soup was cold and oily, and it didn't look appetizing at all.

The boss smiled, grabbed the couple's heads and pushed them into the soup pot.

"Red soup, give it, give it! Give you red soup!!!"

Bowl after bowl of soup was poured on their heads.

The two struggled for a while, then stopped moving.

Several waiters came up, pulled the two of them into the back kitchen, and threw them into the clay oven for making soup. On the pot, two shadows seemed to appear along with the steam, and then disappeared again.

Mo Wuji ate heartily, and the boss sat next to him with a cigarette pot in his mouth: "Didn't it scare you?"

The word "Fengdu" is engraved on the smoke pot.

Mo Wuji rinsed the duck's intestines, fed it into his mouth, puffed out his cheeks and said, "Are you Fengdu ghost soldiers?"

The boss laughed, his teeth turned black from the smoke. He knocked the pot and said, "It used to be, but once you come here, you can't get out. Now I don't know if Fengdu is in charge."

"Where is this?"

"The prison of wasted death. A place where people who do not hesitate to commit suicide come. Anyone who comes will not be able to get out."

Mo Wuji slowed down his chewing speed: "No **back?"

"yes."

The boss took a few puffs of his cigarette and recalled, "I heard that King Ksitigarbha took pity on the evil spirits here, imitated the laws of the underworld, and created this heaven and earth. This can be considered as some comfort."

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In a granary, snakes and rats are rampant, and the rats are all fat and sluggish. So the snake also became big-headed and round-waisted.

The barn was full of rats, squeaking and screaming, and at the door of the granary, two healthy women were making cakes.

In the Mortar Hell, one of the eighteen hells, a fierce ghost was beaten into pulp by a wooden mallet, but his soul was not scattered. He was still conscious, and the evil ghost below him was also conscious.

The mallet struck randomly, the strong woman worked very hard and struck wildly.

When the beating was almost done, another farmer caught another one and put it into a mortar.

Chu Qianxun and Wang Gan were standing by a tree not far away, patting Wang Gan on the back and watching Wang Gan retching.

"Fat man... I told you not to look at these..."

"No...not this, it's over there..."

Wang Gan glanced in another direction, retched again, and burst into tears.

In that direction, there was a group of frightened evil spirits. In front of them was a row of swill buckets, and the stench filled the sky. One of the ghost soldiers grabbed the evil ghost's hair and said harshly: "You waste ten thousand grains in life, but you will be one after death. Give me a drink!"

The evil ghost's mouth was opened and he was given swill. This action alone made his ghost energy unstable and on the verge of collapse.

Buckets of swill were poured down, which was one ten thousandth of the food wasted in life. The evil ghost drank twelve buckets and exploded in disgust.

Wang Qian was about to explode. He never knew that ghosts could be disgusted to death.

What the hell is this place! Is being extremely disgusting also a kind of fear?

After the first evil ghost exploded, the evil ghost behind him was trembling and looked like he was wearing Ming Dynasty clothes. The ghost soldier looked at him and smiled slightly: "Mr. Zhao, I finally caught you."

The evil ghost's fat face twitched and he smiled sneer. The ghost soldier pointed to the pool next to him and suddenly kicked him down.

That's a swill pool.

"I don't know how to swim!"

Master Zhao shouted loudly, and the ghost soldier smiled ferociously: "Don't worry, I guarantee you won't drown until you finish drinking!"

Chu Qianxun helped Wang Qian and left quickly.

It's been a few days since Wang Gan vomited, and the bile he vomited is almost coming out. For a Taoist priest who regards food as his second belief, this cruel scene will make him lose weight quickly in the future.

Under a dead tree, Wang Gan's Vajra Talisman killed a mouse, kicked it away and sat on the ground: "Miss, can you guess where Qin Kun is now?"

Chu Qianxun said he was helpless: "His causal line is broken. Even if you count the branch lines from you and me to him, it is still foggy. I can't see anything."

"This guy... said he was scouting for us, but he slipped away." Wang Qian looked into the distance. This was a village. There are still villages nearby. In short, after walking for several days, all I encountered were villages.

Those strong women who pounded the mortar were also among the ghosts. Those who could not die by pouring swill into the mortar would be dragged into the mortar. If they could endure the pain, it would be atonement, and they could continue reincarnation.

This is the mortar hell, one of the eighteen hells.

Chu Qianxun opened the package, and the green smoke inside turned into steamed buns with beef sandwiched between them. Chu Qianxun couldn't finish the food himself, so he handed two to Wang Gan, who waved his hand in disgust.

Chu Qianxun broke the steamed bun into small pieces and put it into his mouth. With the beef, he whispered: "Let's forget about Qin Kun for now and think about how to get out. The situation here is too weird. Those evil ghosts already have the strength of ghost generals. The possibility of becoming a ghost general here is probably even more terrifying. At first, we were still thinking about whether we could hunt the ghost king, but now I feel that we are a bit naive..."

Wang Qian also agreed.

In addition to Yin Feng, there is also Karma Fire here, which suppresses his Taoism very seriously. The two of them are Yang bodies and are not dead, and the ghost soldiers are not hostile to them. They are safe near the village.

But their goal is to hunt ghosts, at least to hunt ghost generals! Then you have to go out and find it yourself.

It was pitch dark outside the village and very dangerous. The two of them relied on Taoism for their livelihood and felt that this was a very serious problem.

It would be great if the two tigers of Douzong or Qin Kun were following him now.

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The gray grass is boundless, and the fire of karma breeds.

Fohai looked in different directions while eating the steamed buns in the package. He suddenly stopped chewing and patted Li Chong next to him.

"Junior Brother Li...what's in your steamed buns..."

Li Chong didn't even raise his head: "Beef."

Suddenly, Li Chong found himself surrounded.

He looked up in shock, and saw a herd of bison, with their hooves stepping on fire, their horns burning, glaring at him fiercely.

Counting over and over, there are nearly 20 of them.

"Thousands of trees whirling kill the vicissitudes of life, hundreds of thousands of kalpas condense the light of blood!"

Li Chong roared loudly and transformed into a black tiger, but was carried away by two cows.

After landing, Li Chong ignored the pain in his waist and ran wildly: "Monk! Run!!!"

The evil ghosts who ran with Li Chong were those who fell in mid-air. Those who ran slowly were trampled into flesh, and then roasted by fire hooves, they turned into ghosts.

Li Chong turned around and saw that the sea of ​​Buddha had submerged among the cattle. He sighed and continued to move forward with grief and remembrance.