Ghost Shelter System

Yincao Thirteen Stations.

From the farewell at the second stop on Huangquan Road to the tenth stop at the Support Pavilion, it was probably the happiest reunion for this group of Yang people.

The support pavilion is not a simple attic, but actually a group of temples.

There are Yinggong Temple, Shuiliuigong Temple, Girl Temple, Chenghuang Temple, Dizang Temple, Tutu Temple, Guandi Temple, Erlang Temple and so on. It is like a hodgepodge of temples.

Various temples are located on the mountainside, and the sacrifices made by Yangjian Yao must go through a god's mansion as a medium, so these temples are scattered here and there, regardless of high or low.

It’s as lively as a temple fair in the underworld.

Many second-rate and half-assed ghost hunters in the ghost hunting world have survived this misfortune, and their life resumes have become more colorful. Of course, they may not have caught the ghost general or ghost king, and it would be embarrassing to return to Maoshan. But that doesn’t prevent me from going to the underworld and boasting in the future.

In addition, there are also many people who are missing. The sudden silence when everyone is chatting and asking may be a deep condolence and regret for those brothers and sisters. This is also fate.

"Senior Brother Bao, you don't even know...the miserable scenes I encountered in the Oil Pot Hell, I, I..." A choked up.

"Junior Brother Hong, it's good to be alive, it's good to be alive..." one person sighed.

"Where is Bu Laohei? Didn't he survive?" one person asked.

Everyone cried and laughed, eating large chunks of meat and drinking heavily. The Support Pavilion was originally a place where offerings from the Yangjian were piled up. There was a mountain of food. Although it was not as tasty as the Yangjian, it was much better than the steamed buns with beef from Maoshan.

There are not many acquaintances here. When Nie Yuxuan and Han Yao came to the Support Pavilion, they only saw one familiar figure, Mo Wuji, the True Legend of Fengduguan.

"Senior Brother Mo."

Han Yao greeted.

"Senior Brother Nie, Senior Brother Han."

Mo Wuji's face changed from cold to smiling, and he nodded towards the two of them.

Nie Yuxuan sat down on the ground, took the roast chicken next to him and began to eat. The wine vat appeared, and he drank a gulp of Yinfeng wine, exclaiming happily.

"How are you, opera singer? Have you encountered any difficulties?"

Maoshan, Fuyushan, and Jiudi, the true disciples of these sects are all friends of the same generation. Everyone is a fellow Taoist and a ghost hunter on an equal footing.

Mo Wuji shook his head inwardly, feeling helpless at Nie Yuxuan's title.

"Fortunately, it's a ghost king who can perform illusions. The illusion weaved is very realistic, but it can be solved easily."

Mo Wuji sat down next to Nie Yuxuan and started eating and drinking. He said it was an easy solution, but in fact it was not easy at all. When I faced the Ghost King for the first time, I used many of the things my master had given me. Fortunately, I was not tied up like in the world, so I could let go of the fight.

Nie Yuxuan and Han Yao nodded secretly in their hearts. The Taoist techniques of Fengdu Temple were passed down from Chao Zhen, one of the five elders of the Celestial Master. It is not surprising that his disciples can deal with the ghost king. But they always felt that Mo Wuji was too low-key and his strength grew so fast that they didn't realize it.

"By the way, how are your two senior brothers doing?"

Han Yao's clothes were in a mess, and he collapsed on the ground, sighing: "I'm ashamed, the ghosts in Shimo Hell are fierce, and there are so many big ghosts. I have held Senior Brother Nie back. Without me, Senior Brother Nie might have been able to catch a few more." Ghost King. We barely have one each."

Mo Wuji's eyes flashed with admiration.

In the path of life and death, except for Douzong, other sects need to borrow magic weapons to exert their full strength. Douzong can only rely on Yang Qi and power.

In a place like Yincao, Nie Yuxuan could only summon Yang Qi on his fingers. He could actually fight against the Ghost King and even brought Han Yao with him. He was worthy of being a Yingshilong.

Seeing Nie Yuxuan's nonchalant expression, he obviously solved it easily, Mo Wuji couldn't help but take a high look.

It's a pity that this kind of person was transferred to the three eastern provinces by the General Bureau of Spiritual Investigation. Fuyu Mountain, Baishan, and Heishui Wuzhu already have a feud. The black dog killed Sahalian in the previous generation. I don't know if the shaman there will be right. Nie Yuxuan takes revenge. Whether this dragon will live or die in the future is still unknown.

After chatting about their respective situations, they started talking to each other about other things.

Mo Wuji arrived early, and Nie Yuxuan asked if any Fuyu Mountain disciples had come out of the Eighteen Prisons. Mo Wuji said he hadn't seen them and exchanged some pleasantries. Nie Yuxuan somehow mentioned Xu Facheng.

"Didn't the Maoshan family show up?"

Mo Wuji shook his head: "Senior Brother Xu has a very big goal in going to the underworld this time. I'm afraid he needs to catch a few more ghost kings to establish his power. They shouldn't show up for a while."

"Hey, establishing prestige? Who is he planning to establish prestige for?"

A disdainful voice sounded, and Nie Yuxuan turned around to see that it was Wang Qian and Chu Qianxun who were coming.

Mo Wuji looked at Wang Qian's careless look and smiled softly: "I don't know who is trying to establish authority, but this ambition should be worth learning from Junior Brother Wang. Otherwise, Junior Brother Wang will be embarrassed again next time he faces Senior Brother Xu. ”

Last year at the Nanzong Taoist meeting, Xu Facheng broke Wang Gan's talisman skills with a talisman sword in front of a large audience, which made Wang Gan very angry.

Wang Gan said unhappily: "Humph, Fatty is used to not making progress, don't let me study. Just let Qin Heigou study more. By the way, where is Qin Heigou? Have you met him?"

Of course Nie Yuxuan was not seen, he and Han Yao had just arrived.

Mo Wuji didn't know either.

In the support pavilion, a middle school student wearing a veil came out, Cui Honghu, the judge.

"He? He probably died in some prison."

"I said naughty boy, where are you from? Why are you so naughty?"

"You're a genius! I'm not from Qin Heigou's side anyway!" Cui Honghu shouted a little lost his temper.

This stubborn temper showed his true feelings, Wang Qian was happy, he understood Cui Honghu's urinal nature, and the more he cursed Qin Kun, it meant that he had suffered great losses from Qin Kun before.

Why did Qin Kun offend him and become so angry? Don’t you know that children are all petty?

Chu Qianxun tore open the chicken and fed it into his mouth, and said with a smile: "Stop arguing, good people will not pay for their lives, and the harm will last for thousands of years. Brother Gou's life is hard, it's only eighteen prisons, it can't trap him."

In Fuyu Mountain, apart from Li Chong and his wife, Qin Heigou is the only one missing. Seeing that everyone is in peace, they are all relieved.

Resting for a while in the Support Pavilion, Nie Yuxuan bluntly said that this place was boring and he was leaving. Without Qin Kun, King Nie Long would be the leader of Fuyu Mountain. Although there was a gap between the Southern Sect and the Northern Sect, including Cui Honghu, they still followed Nie Yuxuan and patted him. Goodbye ass.

Looking at the backs of this group of people, Mo Wuji sighed.

None of these life-and-death gangsters are serious, and they seem to be dissatisfied with each other, but they seem to be quite united. It will be difficult for Xu Facheng to establish his authority and overwhelm Fuyu Mountain.

"Amitabha, why is Junior Brother Mo sighing?"

Mo Wuji turned his head, and behind him was Monk Miaoshan, the true disciple of Fulin Temple.

The Miao Shan Bao has a majestic appearance and suitable hands. Although he is a monk, he still exudes a naturalness and closeness that cannot be concealed even by the sinister hostility and pervasive malice.

"Senior Brother Miaoshan, I just feel sorry for Senior Brother Xu."

"Haha, Junior Brother is in good shape. Whether it is Maoshan or Fuyu Mountain, whoever carries the beam will be a blessing to me in life and death."

Mo Wuji was startled and bowed in shame: "Teach me. I just feel that the legacy of Mount Fuyu is too complex and unsuitable for such a big responsibility."

Miao Shan smiled and said nothing, looked back for a while, and said to Mo Wuji: "Don't let worldly things disturb your mind. Junior Brother Zhao from Yulongshan will be here soon. We will go to the Lotus Terrace together later to listen to Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva's sermons." How are you doing?"

Miaoshan went to the underworld this time for this purpose.

Mo Wuji smiled slightly, and that's right. Don't let worldly things disturb your mind. He is not a saint. No matter which one is bigger in Fuyu Mountain or Maoshan, it will be a blessing to the world of life and death.

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