Ghost Shelter System

On the half of the seventh month of Shigu, there are three festivals for worshiping ancestors.

At the beginning of the seventh lunar month, the land of China is filled with incense.

Three festivals for worshiping ancestors: New Year's Eve, Qingming Festival, Double Ninth Festival, and the Ghost Festival on the half of July. They are all festivals for worshiping the dead in Chinese culture.

The difference is that New Year's Eve, Qingming Festival, and Double Ninth Festival are for worshiping ancestors, praying for continuous blessings, and protecting future generations. The Hungry Ghost Festival is about giving alms to lonely souls and wandering ghosts in order to seek peace and eliminate karma, which belongs to the accumulation of negative virtues.

In fact, the Hungry Ghost Festival is not only the fifteenth day of July. Legend has it that since the beginning of July, the gates of the underworld have opened wide. Some dead souls who have eliminated their bad karma but have no descendants will receive the gift of the underworld and return to the world to enjoy some incense offerings. On the 15th day of the seventh month, I will return to the underworld, stop thinking about my life, and be at ease with reincarnation.

Behind Maoshan Mountain.

Incense is like a pillar.

The green smoke rises straight into the sky, and with the pilgrims worshiping and worshiping, this place has become the place with the strongest incense near Jinling.

Cloudy, light rain, slightly cool wind.

The Maoshan Alchemy Fair started at the end of July and lasted until the beginning of August in the Gregorian calendar. The first batch of migrant warriors returned successfully, which happened to coincide with the opening of the ghost gate during the Ghost Ghost Festival. I am afraid this has been arranged by Maoshan before.

Dozens of disciples and descendants of the Way of Life and Death returned to the underworld from the Resurrection Cliff for several consecutive days, and the host Mao Shan felt half at ease.

When the soul returns to the body, the first feeling is the weakness of recovering from a serious illness.

Wang Qian was lying on the bed, looking at the ceiling. He tried several times but didn't get up. It feels like going to hell. This room is full of stench, human secretions accumulate into a miasma, and it smelt your nose and irritates your eyes.

"It stinks so damn much, I need to take a shower..."

Wang Qian shouted weakly.

In fact, it is not just him, but most people are like this. Only a few ghost hunters such as Monk Miaoshan, Nie Yuxuan, and Li Chong, their yang energy quickly replenished after their return, as if they had taken special medicine, and they could barely stand up.

Incense was lit in the room, but the smell was too strong. Nie Yuxuan supported the wall, supported Li Chong, and moved towards the door step by step, with a look of disgust on his face.

After more than ten days of darkness, the blood lotus lamp in the house had a weak flame, as if it would go out in an instant. There are still some people who have not returned, such as Xu Facheng, Qin Kun, Yulongshan Zhao Feng, etc. They don't know if they are in trouble.

When Nie Yuxuan left, Wang Qian was filled with envy. He rolled his eyes and used the strength he had accumulated to exchange for a Blood King Pill at the [Menggui Mall] and drank it. Only then did he feel better.

Not far away, Han Yao also sat up and said weakly: "Fat man, are you feeling better?"

There were more than twenty people lying in this quiet room. Strangely, it was decorated like a mourning hall, with the word "Dian" written in big black letters on a white background.

The tallow candles were huge, and there were a row of paper figures with smiles like flowers, but their smiles were cold and scary, which made people feel uncomfortable.

After Wang Qian sat up, he saw that he was wearing a shroud. He shrank his neck and asked, "Tuwa, what kind of hospitality is this in Maoshan to bury us?"

Han Yao scratched his head: "This ceremony is called 'stealing a funeral'. Taoist priests go to the yin world. It is very dangerous to stay here with the yang body, because some big ghosts will take advantage of it and take the opportunity to hide the body. The purpose of running the mourning hall is to tell those who don't know how to do it." Guys with long eyes, these people are about to be buried. If you dare to take advantage of the situation, you are breaking the rules. You will be hunted down! In fact, there are so many seniors guarding, there is no need to do this, I think it is just a ritual. .”

Why is this crap so cumbersome? Wang Qian quickly took off his shroud and walked outside.

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From the first day of the seventh lunar month to the fourteenth day of the seventh lunar month, people who have not yet awakened are polarized.

On the one hand, there are first-class ghost hunters like Xu Facheng, Qin Kun, and Zhao Feng, who are the true successors of the sect.

On the other end of the spectrum are the little-known disciples who have never been heard of.

The masters of those disciples covered their faces and looked sad, probably knowing that the disciples would never come back.

July 15th, night.

Maoshan Sanxuan Sword stands with his hands behind his back, looking at the full moon.

Xu Facheng's blood lotus lantern has been renewed for two times, as has Qin Kun's.

Zhao Feng was the first to wake up.

The old lady showed her face and laughed: "Feng'er, it's good to be back! But did you meet any troublesome ghost king?"

Zhao Feng lay top-heavy on the bed and looked at the master with a grin: "No! I got lost when I ran away. This time I caught a few ghosts and will come back!"

The old man put away his smile and blew out smoke with a dark face: "Bury him. I, Yulong Mountain, cannot afford to lose this man."

Zhao Feng sat up suddenly and wailed: "You don't know how scary that place is! I almost died!"

The old man found a rag and stuffed it into his disciple's mouth, gave 200 yuan for cremation fees to the surrounding Fengdu disciples, bowed his hands to Maoshan Sanxuan Sword and all his colleagues, and left.

Zhao Feng was twitching like a donkey, Maoshan Three Mysterious Swords couldn't laugh or cry, Chao Zhen, Ge Zhan and others also looked helpless. The old naughty boy was the oldest and had the highest seniority. They all knew that he was angry with his apprentice and did not stop him.

The sky suddenly darkened.

There was a roar of thunder, lightning pierced the night sky, and the perfect weather suddenly came with a heavy rain.

"Facheng is back."

Maoshan Sanxuan Sword and a group of people quickly ran out of the mourning hall, looking at the strange weather, not only smacking their lips.

The dark clouds in the sky cast a shadow.

A Taoist priest wearing an impermanent high crown, carrying two swords on his back, half black and half white, walked solemnly.

It seemed to be one person, and it seemed like two impermanences fused together. In short, the ghost was powerful, and as it got closer, a gloomy wind suddenly swept through the rain, hitting everyone in the face.

Xu Facheng is back!

With himself as the center, the surrounding water began to swirl, like the eye of a storm, accompanied by thunder and rain. Behind him, a ghostly shadow appeared in a trance, with the words "Reward Goodness" written on the left and "Appreciate Good" written on the right. "Punish evil", a total of four words.

"Maoshan Xu Facheng, I have met all of you colleagues."

With thunderous cheers, simple greetings also have thunderous momentum.

Xu Facheng walked into the mourning hall, and after a while, the real person appeared. His hair was much whiter than before, and his posture was strong, not as weak as others.

Master Pingfeng went over and grabbed Xu Facheng's arm and said excitedly: "Facheng, just come back!"

Xu Facheng smiled: "Master is worried. This time my disciple entered the underworld and lived up to the love of his master, master and uncle. He caught six ghost kings and came back to offer elixirs. Where is Qin Kun? How many did he catch?"

Six ghost kings!

Master Pingfeng suddenly felt heroic. More than seventy years ago, Yang Shen and Fang Yantian only caught three.

"Okay! Facheng, take a rest now. As for the head of Fuyu Mountain, isn't he lying down inside? I'm afraid he hasn't come back yet."

Xu Facheng was startled and looked back at the empty mourning hall. Except for a few unfamiliar faces, there was no Qin Kun at all.

"Master, did you remember it wrong? I just took a look and found that there is no one named Qin."

Master Pingfeng was startled.

How can it be?

When Zhao Feng just returned to his soul, Qin Kun was still lying inside!

Gone in the blink of an eye?

In the direction of the kitchen, suddenly there was a figure sitting on the pavilion, holding an earthen jar, fishing out the delicious food inside and shouting: "Brother Xu, are you looking for me?"

It was a nourishing meal prepared by the holy monk. Qin Kun's mouth was full of oil after eating it, and his expression was extremely satisfying.

"Qin Kun, when did you come out?"

Ge Zhan also stretched his neck and asked curiously. Qin Kun smiled slightly: "Just now, let's not talk anymore, let's take a bath first. Fatty, eldest lady, come here and rub your back!"