Ghost Shelter System

The room on the third floor has a very good environment and can even be described as luxurious.

It is a small room, decorated in Chinese style, with a lampstand on the table behind the screen, a well-cut tent, soft bedding, and a dressing table and desk.

Not to mention the bronze mirror and aromatherapy, the pen, ink, paper and inkstone may be to match the style. The calligraphy and painting on the wall are only to improve the overall taste. The duck down carpet is on the floor, and anyone who steps on it will almost sink into it.

The most important thing is that there are two beds in the room, a sleeping bed and a sitting bed.

The bed is a large bed, which is quite large. Four or five people can sleep together without any problem. The sitting bed is even larger, but it is not out of place in the room.

Xu Yang, who was standing at the door, stared at the indoor scene dumbfounded, then looked at Wu Senran and said, "Da Wu... How much is our room rate for one night?"

Wu Senran was also shocked. His family was quite wealthy, but he had never seen such a gorgeous Chinese-style guest room.

"No, no money... Qin has a lot of face, it's free..." Wu Senran swallowed his saliva.

The two of them shared a room, and they rushed to sit on the bed. Good guy, this is obviously a wooden bed. Once you put it down, it felt like your whole body was about to sink in. It was so comfortable!

Tu Xuanxuan, Yuan Xinghan, Dr. Shen and others were also shocked.

The corridor is so spooky and weird. This Taozhi Hotel looks spooky. Who knew there was a cave inside?

This level of luxury is even worse than the presidential suits in some places, right?

The three brothers Chen regretted it a bit. When they first asked for a room, the three of them asked for one room. Who knew that there were only two sitting beds in it. The bed was so comfortable that no one wanted to let it go, but they couldn't squeeze together... Sleeping in the summer They are all shirtless, which is inappropriate.

Tu Xuanxuan turned on the video in the house and wanted to chat with Tuwa. She found that the camera was full of snowflakes and she pouted unhappy. At the door, Qin Kun knocked on the door frame.

"Xuanxuan, how about letting Du Qinghan squeeze in with you today?"

Qin Kun smiled brightly. Tu Xuanxuan came from the Tu family in Linjiang, but she didn't have the temperament of a young lady. He nodded hurriedly: "Okay, sister Du, come in quickly."

Du Qinghan walked into the room, glanced around, and wanted to say something, when he heard Qin Kun cough.

Du Qinghan held back what he wanted to say, turned around and said, "What about you?"

"Me? Stay in a room alone, close the door, and have a good rest. See you tomorrow."

Qin Kun helped close the door and walked to room 301, showing his helplessness.

It seems that the door can isolate all sounds. Once everyone's door is closed, the corridor is extremely quiet, only the sound of Qin Kun's walking is left.

Empty and quiet.

The sound of footsteps hitting the marble floor echoed around.

Stop, room 301 has arrived.

Knock the door.

Three "dong dong dong" sounds are a courtesy to indicate that you want to come in.

Qin Kun took out the key, inserted it, and turned the door lock.

Click.

The door opened, accompanied by a rattling sound. I am afraid that this door has not been oiled for a long time.

The house was relatively clean, but it was by no means as gorgeous as others had seen.

There are two hard beds and a writing desk. The wood grain has been worn away. The room is a little damp and stuffy.

In the room, there was a bald man sitting.

The bald man had a bare upper body, thin skin and tender flesh, but on his back was a rib-like tattoo.

When he saw the man's appearance clearly, Qin Kun sighed: "I smelled you as soon as I went upstairs. If you don't wait for the good-looking Fulin Temple, why are you here causing trouble to the ghost shop?"

The bald man turned around, with a gleam of purple in his pupils. He was a handsome monk. He still had the rib tattoo on his chest, but with electric patterns.

"Amitabha, Qin Kun, I recently realized something by chance and would like to discuss it with you."

Qin Kun smiled helplessly: "Miao Shan, do your best, you can't beat me."

The bald man's face was stern, and he suddenly smiled: "Not necessarily. I heard that you have reached the fifth Taiyi Nine Refinements, but if you use all your strength, the purple-clothed Shura is not afraid of you."

The purple-robed monk is wonderful and kind.

The true biography of Fulin Temple.

Qin Kun didn't expect to see him here since the Maoshan Dan Meeting.

In the battle between Maoshan Danhui, Qin Kun defeated all the rookies in the path of life and death. His status was transcendent and his strength was unmatched among his peers.

And many people know that Qin Kun did not try his best in that battle.

In the path of life and death, some fighting methods are very strange. When you don't try your best, you often win easily, but after you try your best, you will lose completely. In Miao Shan's opinion, the Taiyi Nine Refinements of the Taoist sect is slightly inferior to his own Purple Clothes Shura, and is restrained by Buddhism. After all, the Taiyi Nine Refiners only borrows the power of the Nine Ghosts, while the Purple Clothes Shura borrows the power of the Eight Divisions. The power of the heavenly people makes judgments from high to low.

After hearing Miaoshan's words, Qin Kun lit a cigarette.

When the room was filled with smoke, Miaoshan finally couldn't help but said: "Master Qin, don't you dare to challenge me? Why treat me with such silence?"

Qin Kun flicked the ashes from his cigarette and yawned: "Forget it, wait until I finish leading the group. I'm very tired these days..."

As soon as he finished speaking, a square stool was thrown towards him. Qin Kun's quick eyes and quick hands lifted it up. The stool spun and hovered in the air. Then Qin Kun pressed it down with one hand and sat on it. Miaoshan noticed that Qin Kun's hand was controlled with exquisite force, and she secretly praised it and left her seat.

"Eight Parts·Heavenly People!"

The diamond bracelet on his wrist was tightened, and the blood was cut off. Miao Shan's body turned purple, and the rib tattoo on his body became even more ferocious.

The powerful and heavy punch was blocked by Qin Kun with his hand raised. Qin Kun asked: "It doesn't seem like you have a tattoo on your body, but...a rib mark?"

"Master Qin has great eyesight!"

The iron elbow was like a cone, hitting Qin Kun's throat. Qin Kun didn't defend himself. Seeing that Qin Kun was about to be killed, Miao Shan quickly retracted his elbow and said angrily: "Do you want to die? Why don't you defend yourself?"

Qin Kun poured a cup of white water from the pot, moistened his throat and said, "If you want to kill, just kill."

"The poor monk just wants to compete with you openly and defeat you!"

"I said I have been very tired these past few days, but you are so upright..."

"Shameless person, shameless!" Miao Shan clenched his fists and cursed in a low voice.

Qin Kun was speechless: "I said Miaoshan, but you have violated the precept of anger."

Miao Shan knew that he had made a mistake, so he simply said: "Humph, my inner demons are not at peace. It is normal to break the three precepts of greed, anger and ignorance. Master has never taught me anything. Can you take care of it?"

Inner demons, inner demons, how come everyone has been beaten out of their inner demons.

I still have inner demons...fuck.

In a Maoshan Dan Club, the newbies in the Dao of Life and Death were hit as hard as the eggplants in the Queen of Frost. Mo Wuji went to perform as a performer. Xu Facheng heard that he quit his job and became a network administrator. The true disciple of the Fulin Temple willingly degenerated to come to the ghost shop to cause trouble. He had a bad temper. Now he is as domineering as a big boss in society.

What's going on? Don't those seniors care about it?

"The inner demon is your excuse for being a rogue?"

"You are the scoundrel!"

"I didn't say I wasn't."

Miao Shan was absolutely furious. Are all the black dogs in Fuyu Mountain such crude creatures?

Seeing Qin Kun's generous appearance, Miao Shan recited a Buddha's name and said angrily: "Okay, then we will have a showdown after you finish leading the group!"

Miaoshan took the monk's robe and was about to leave, but was stopped by Qin Kun.

"Why go?"

"You have to care where the poor monk goes?"

"Nonsense, a tattooed bald man walked out of my room naked at night. I don't want the reputation?" Qin Kun glared at him and pointed to the wooden bed next to him, "Go back to sleep there. If you dare to disobey, I will notify you. All China's Spiritual Detection Department will accuse you of molesting a female ghost and escort you to the Fulin Temple for public display."

"Say it again!" Miaoshan Zipi appeared again, furious.

Qin Kun yawned and slept on the hard bed with a warning look on his face: "Believe it or not. Don't challenge my bottom line, I have no bottom line!"

Tonight is destined to be a difficult night.

Miao Shan was trembling with anger.

Why...why would I be defeated by this kind of thing?

When I went to Linjiang to find Qin Kun, I heard from Wang Qian and Chu Qianxun that Qin Kun was traveling with a group, so I waited for Qin Kun here for a week. I thought I could finally fight Qin Kun tonight to vent my displeasure. Who knew? This is the situation.

Damn it...

There is no bottom line, but you can still say it.

Miaoshan walked to Qin Kun's bed and heard Qin Kun snoring slightly. He must be really tired.

Alas, let's wait a few more days. Recently, my demonic nature has become too strong, and I really don't look like a Buddhist practitioner. Miaoshan saw Qin Kun sleeping with his clothes on. He knew that in such a humid weather, it would be easy to catch a cold while sleeping with his clothes on. So he took a summer quilt and prepared to cover Qin Kun.

Suddenly, Qin Kun was caught off guard and kicked Miaoshan in the stomach. Miaoshan flew backwards, hit his head on the corner of the table, and fainted.