Ghost Shelter System

Boating at night, swimming in the Gejiang River.

The bright moon shines in the sky, and the little guy rowing the boat is working very hard.

Qin Kun stood on the bow of the boat, with the river breeze blowing on his face, feeling comfortable and unrestrained. Next to him was the snake in the waves standing with his hands behind his hands.

The Five Elements of Yin Cao, the foot and teeth of the car and boat shop, Qin Kun saw the strength of the boat shop.

Either there are no ghosts in the water, or there are big ghosts, snakes in the waves are ghost generals, and little ghosts in rowing boats are evil ghosts. Being able to bring so many big ghosts together and restrain their forces, Nishuiwu should not be underestimated.

The green mountains on both sides of the strait quickly receded and turned into shadows. Qin Kun did not feel how fast the boat was, but the snake in the waves reminded: "Master, we are here soon. Further forward is other people's territory. According to the rules, the small ones cannot Enter."

In 2 hours, when the boat stopped, we had already passed Wushan.

Get off the boat, go ashore, and the snake in the waves retires.

There were many burly and ferocious-looking men on the shore, stretching their necks to look.

Seeing Qin Kun and his party disembarking from the boat, the boat was far away. One of the men wearing straw sandals boldly stepped forward and bowed to Qin Kun: "May I ask the master's name?"

"Fuyu Mountain, Qin Kun." After Qin Kun finished speaking, he wondered, "Who are you? Why can you tell my identity?"

The straw-shoe man was startled and said hurriedly: "The Fifth Patriarch did not mention the bravery of moving mountains, and the son only did hard work. The walking ghost, the mountain carrier, has seen Master Qin! Those of us who work hard and are proficient in the art of looking at Qi, go up The teacher’s yang energy is different and can be distinguished at first glance.”

Walking ghost? Mountain picker?

The porter of Yin Cao and Five Elements!

Qin Kun's heart moved.

According to legend, porters are the simplest ghosts among the five elements in the underworld. Most of them did hard work during their lifetimes. After death, they relied on their strength to become porters. They can move everything. The five ghosts who moved mountains back then were talking about the five people in the porter industry. Patriarch.

After the five ancestors became ghosts, their lives were unsatisfactory. They wanted to blend into the world and showed favor to Yang people, saying that they would only do some hard work to make a living.

However, the founder of Maoshan at that time did not agree and gave them a difficult problem. As long as they moved the mountain he specified, he agreed to let them live in the underworld.

The five ghosts gritted their teeth and spent fifteen full-moon nights before finally moving the mountain to the location requested by the other ghosts. They themselves also died in a state of confusion.

Their behavior moved the founder of Maoshan, and he recognized their status.

The 'Five Ghosts Moving Mountain Talisman' was created by the Taoist sect to commemorate these guys. This is the only underworld industry that has been canonized!

Qin Kun was very surprised. He didn't expect there to be porters in this place.

"Master, what's the trouble? Can I help you? Just give me some incense..."

The strength of these porters ranges from high to low, with the lowest being evil spirits and the highest being ghost generals. But without exception, there is no evil spirit on their bodies. Although some guys died without concealing their appearance, if you want to remove those bloody scars, they must be loyal. The face is unmistakable.

Qin Kun saw them looking at him and took out three stacks of Ming coins: "Can people carry them?"

The straw-shoe porter laughed dryly: "The master's yang energy is extremely strong, but the boys and men are weak and can barely lift..."

The straw-shoe porter looked at the Ming coins handed over by Qin Kun. He was greedy but did not dare to take them. He picked at the corners of his clothes and stood there with a smile.

Qin Kun did not embarrass them and pointed behind him: "I'll forget it, what about them?"

The porter in straw sandals stretched his neck and took a look. He found that he was just an ordinary man, so he smiled and said: "Of course he can lift it. Where do you want to lift it? Do you need to tie it up?"

"..." Qin Kun coughed dryly, "There's no need to tie him up. Is there Witch God Town ahead?"

The straw-shoe porter nodded: "Yes! It's only been two-quarters of an hour!"

"Just there."

…

The land of Bashu has been beautiful and rich since ancient times.

The Huayang National Chronicles record that floods and droughts follow people, and they do not know how to be hungry, and there are no famines. This is called the Mansion of Heaven. This is the birthplace of Ba culture, with the Yangtze River running through it and the Three Gorges being steep and entrenched.

The divisions between Bashu and Bashu are quite obvious. Sichuan province is Shu and Chongqing is Ba. Ba people are good at fighting, just like the word "Ba". The ancient meaning is a giant python that swallows elephants. What they worship is "snake" and "ba". Tiger'.

Live as a person who is good at fighting, and die as a ghost who is good at fighting.

This group of porters, regardless of dynasty, were dressed in clothes and clothes. Some were from Pakistan and some were from other places, but they were all uniformly strong. For the first time, the members of the Menggui Tour Group felt what it was like to be moved around.

The porter had a seat on his back, and Xu Yang sat on it, holding his hands tightly for fear of falling off. The moon was dark and the wind was high, and this was a mountainous area with steep roads. Looking down, there was a 100-meter cliff. Xu Yang shouted to let him down. The porter carrying him looked very hurt.

"This is not okay...can you bear it a little longer?"

"Brother, do you know that such a high cliff is too dangerous?" Xu Yang refused.

"No, it's not dangerous... We've also moved people..."

The porter might be reluctant to part with the incense and refused to let Xu Yang down. Qin Kun walked in front and said to the porter: "Ignore him and keep walking."

Except for Xu Yang, everyone else has their own feelings.

Yuan Xinghan was sitting on a chair, back to back with the porter. When he saw the scene behind him disappearing quickly, he was so moved that he took out a sketchbook and drew quickly.

"Brother, how many years have you been doing this?"

While painting, Yuan Xinghan did not forget to ask the porter.

The porter thought for a moment and said, "It's been about two hundred and forty years..."

Yuan Xinghan's charcoal pen shook and fell to the bottom of the cliff.

Okay... Director Qin used to be on guard against this group of gloomy people, but now he is even on guard. If any of these old ghosts has evil thoughts, he will be thrown into the trap. Is it really good to get along so harmoniously?

"What, what's wrong?" The porter noticed that Yuan Xinghan was not in the right mood and asked hurriedly.

Yuan Xinghan took a deep breath: "It's nothing. My brother has been dead for so many years and there is no descendant to pay tribute to him? Do you still have to work hard?"

The porter sighed and wiped the corners of his eyes: "Yes. I was originally from the Qin Dynasty. During the Chongzhen year, there was a war, and my hometown was plagued by deserters. After I died, I didn't see any oxen or horses to lead me there, so I fled all the way south. I don't know what I was escaping from. , and then we came here. At that time, I met some people who were recruiting ghosts and mountain climbers, and they said they were giving them incense. I thought about it, but I couldn’t be a starving ghost, right? So I joined here... It cost more than 200 yuan to be a ghost. Years old, I can’t even raise a child... I’m still eating in a grave to open my mouth..."

"..."

This is the first time Yuan Xinghan has talked so much with ghosts, and the first time he has discovered that there are some naughty ones among these guys. Is it so difficult to be a ghost now? Compared with the group of children who came out to earn money on the boat just now, this porter's children are really ignorant.

After comforting him a few words, Yuan Xinghan tore off the manuscript paper and drew another one.

This time, without changing a single stroke, I painted a scene of a group of porters moving people, walking on a cliff. Most of the paintings of the avant-garde school have deep meanings. Yuan Xinghan smiled slyly. If this painting is completed, some painters and critics should be able to see other expressions in the painting, but they would never think of it. It is a realistic painting.

Dr. Shen yawned and sat on the chair. The porter asked curiously: "Why is Sir so light?"

Dr. Shen said lazily: "The yang energy is not enough..."

The porter wondered, this is no different from having no yang energy.

Du Qinghan's porter had the same feeling. The girl's chair weighed nothing like what he imagined. Is it also because of the lack of yang energy in women?

Qin Kun was walking on his back today. No one could move him, so he kept walking on the ground.

At first, the straw sandal porter refused to let him go, saying that he would have to climb a cliff later and it would be dangerous. Qin Kun didn't take it to heart. He climbed up the ten-meter cliff with his bare hands without any effort, and the straw sandal porter was convinced.

In twenty minutes, they climbed over the mountain, passed through another forest, and a small mountain town appeared.

"Master, the Witch God Town has arrived."