Ghost Shelter System

Humans are social animals.

When everyone is doing one thing, they will each perform their own duties. Once they are separated, the progress of the project will actually become very slow.

Qin Kun has experienced this deeply.

When I am free at home, it is far less fulfilling than working at a funeral parlor.

So at the deserted village construction site, a few houses that were built first became everyone's office space.

In the past few days, the script has finally been revised.

Qin Kun held the script and looked at it. The "Three Clear Cannons" were finally gone, which made him very happy. The information Zhao Feng collected from the Bafang Fishing House were all ghost stories among the people, which gave the four screenwriters great inspiration.

After several days of speculation, they seemed to have spent their entire lives preparing the script.

"Mr. Qin, are you satisfied..."

Qin Kun handed the script to Zhao Feng. Zhao Feng looked at it and said, "It's okay."

Qin Kun said to the four of them: "Thank you for your hard work."

The four screenwriters no longer looked as arrogant as before. If it weren't for the information given by Qin Kun, how could they have expanded their knowledge so much. The four of them suffered from insomnia the first night the information was given to them. The folk ghost stories recorded in it are extremely bizarre, mysterious and thought-provoking. Each story has foreshadowing, causes and consequences, and is not so sudden.

What a story!

The four of them rubbed their hands and said, "Mr. Qin, can you leave these materials to us as creative inspiration?"

I thought Qin Kun was easy to talk to, but Qin Kun said firmly: "No."

"Why?" One of them was puzzled.

Zhao Feng chuckled: "I can show you the information because my master is giving Qin Kun face, do you understand? These are all real things. If you can't tell them to others, don't tell them to others, lest some unsighted guys come to you. Keep some of them The secret is for your own good."

The four of them were startled.

Qin Kun nodded and said: "Most of the ghosts in the information are dead, but a few are still alive. Those who survived are all from one side of the separatist regime. It will definitely be unpleasant if the embarrassing things in the past are brought up."

"How is that possible? Hehe, Mr. Qin is trying to scare people..." Some of the screenwriters didn't believe it.

Curiosity is sometimes like this. Qin Kun is not going to say more. The Changbai Ghost King, the Shendu Ghost King, and the Snow Mountain Hidden King are all alive. There are also several ghost kings who are said to be alive but have disappeared. The embarrassing things are all recorded in it.

These old ghosts can usually live peacefully, but in their state, even if they don't mess with the cause and effect, they will be struck by thunder if they go out casually. But if this matter were to get out, those old ghosts would definitely lose face. Even if they don't go out and try to regain face, they still have little devils under their control. No one can control them even if they try a few times.

After sending away the screenwriters, director Zhang Ping came in and gave Qin Kun a thumbs-up gesture, which created a good atmosphere.

Qin Kun laughed and said, "You don't believe it either?"

This smile made Zhang Ping shudder.

Recalling the experience in Baishigou in Yinchuan County, Zhang Ping hurriedly spoke and changed the subject: "Mr. Qin, I never understood why you called everyone here so early."

"I gave you money, so what are you afraid of? They get so much money for normal filming, who would refuse."

"Don't you think it's a waste? The 3,000 in Miss Chu's account has almost been spent..."

Qin Kun smiled: "You have to know that the rest of us don't ask for that much salary. Each person is paid 1 per month, and can also work as a coolie for free. Chu Qianxun reported the bill to me, and the filming was over Finally, there should be some left.”

Thinking about it this way, Zhang Ping felt the same.

Only those old guys got more. No one else mentioned the remuneration. Only Wang Qian mentioned it every day. After all, he was a celebrity.

The scripts were photocopied and distributed to everyone. The old men memorized the scripts during the day and went back to Yuxianting to take a bath at night. They enjoyed themselves everywhere, and everyone was happy when they got together in Linjiang.

Some opera stars even put on their costumes and recited their dialogues seriously, such as Hua Pi Xian, who used to be an opera singer, but now she is setting an example.

In November, a month after the construction, the deserted village changed drastically.

The originally dilapidated deserted village was transformed into an ancient town, with broken buildings, broken flags, and broken streets. Zhang Ping didn't even know where the construction team got so many broken materials. It was so fitting!

In the evening, the stage in the town had been built for several days. The Painted Fairy was looking for a feeling on the stage, and when he got excited, he changed his face twice, making all the old people overjoyed, and the juniors clapped their hands and applauded.

Zhang Ping couldn't help but applaud. After a month of getting along, Zhang Ping slowly discovered that these old men seemed to have a lot of background!

There were still some spare scripts on the table. Zhang Ping watched Qin Kun keep lighting the table and asked curiously: "Mr. Qin, are you waiting for someone?"

"Yes, in the Chinese Way of Life and Death, the few who should appear have not arrived yet."

"Isn't it all ready?"

"Of course not. The purple-robed monk, Maoshan Taozi, Yingshi Dragon King, and Jiuyin Su'e have not arrived yet. The rest, such as Fengdu Guan Zhenzhuan, Douzong Huahu, the crazy monk of Luanchan Temple, etc. have not arrived either."

For the first time, Zhang Ping felt that Qin Kun was more serious about this matter than himself.

…

The next night, horses galloped.

The Painted Fairy on the stage was performing, and at the entrance of the ancient town, there was a neighing sound.

Zhang Ping was stunned when he saw a Taoist priest with half black and half white hair leaping from his horse into the sky, his Taoist robes fluttering, and carrying two swords on his back. When he fell in the air, a string of copper coins in his hand was wrapped like a chain around an ancient tree in a deserted village, and he flew to the top of the stage. .

"Xuanqi Maoshan has a good spirit, and the three pure spiritual officials sit in the sacred hall. The jade girl is happy to conceive a Taoist son, and the peach god's sword shakes the sky! Maoshan, Xu Facheng!"

Xu Facheng came, and after the Maoshan Danhui was defeated, he appeared in a strong posture.

He was tired, desolate, and even a little timid, but after sweeping through everyone, his waist was straight again.

His backbone can be bent, but Maoshan's backbone cannot be bent!

Maoshan's facade came, and other sects followed suit as if they had made an appointment.

As soon as the Buddha's name was chanted, the holy monk watching the show was a little surprised, and looked at the other side with joy in his eyes.

"Flower Buddha Tathagata, Bodhi dust. Vajra skin and flesh, purple clothed bones! Folin Temple, wonderful and good."

More than a month later, Miao Shan traveled to the west, and when he came back, he was in a dark circle. However, his appearance was solemn, and his temperament became more and more similar to that of the holy monk. However, his face did not have the desire to retreat to the Buddhist forest like the holy monk. Instead, he revealed that he was eager to try and wanted to. It means competing with the common people.

The holy monk frowned, then relaxed.

The vulgarity is the elegance, and the good deeds are worthy of this trip!

"The Canglong of the Liquor Kingdom is drunk with wine, and the fish and shrimps of Kyushu listen to the power of the gods! Dou Zong, Nie Yuxuan. How can such a grand gathering be without wine?"

There was a loud shout, and along with the domineering opening remarks, a bearded man wearing a leather jacket walked over, the clouds stirred, and then it rained.

The rain was pouring, and Qin Kun was sitting under the shed, eating melon seeds and looking at Zhao Feng: "Has the incision of Nie's beard been changed?"

"Isn't it? My master thought of a better one on a whim, saying that the prophecy of Yingshi Dragon King is not suitable for making incisions." Zhao Feng responded while chewing melon seeds.

Qin Kun shook his head and sighed, the old man was too old to do anything.

"The tents in Yunlou are under the pines under the moon, and the Nine Hidden Swords are rising to draw Pingtung. The view of Yunqiu is full of the new moon."

There is wind in the ancient town, pavilions and tents, accompanied by green pines and lit by red candles.

The sword energy came out of the painting screen, sparks flew on the ground, and the words Jiuyin Su'e were painted on silver hooks, which made people yearn for it. Looking towards the pavilion, there was only a beautiful figure standing with a sword.

Yunqiu Guan, this junior sister, seems to have always kept a low profile. Qin Kun invited her many times, but even if she explained her intention, Shuo Yue was unwilling to show her face. It seemed that she could only play soy sauce.

Zhang Ping was constantly astonished. The appearance of these guys was so shocking!

Why do they all come with their own special effects!

"Hurry, hurry up, turn on the camera! Great footage!"

"Director Zhang, our machine is always on!"

Zhang Ping was overjoyed and sat in the director's seat.

"Senior brother, if you are too drunk, it is easy to miss the opportunity."

A girl with peach blossom eyes appeared, holding an oil-paper umbrella. Under the umbrella was a beautiful woman. As she walked, the beautiful woman gave her a bow and disappeared in the rain.

"Qin Kun, are you not late?"

A Taoist priest wearing a mask, his clothes are ragged, but he still looks proud.

"Qin Kun, Qin Kun, the monk is here too!"

The crazy monk was jumping around with his eyes looking at different places and clapping his hands. Qin Kun had promised him that he would have enough food and wine.

A great scene, a visual extravaganza.

Ge Zhan was full of energy and patted his wheelchair, and he flew up. The rain curtain of heaven and earth was shaken out of the vacuum. Ge Zhan landed on the ground, with the four-character plaque of "Dawei Tianlong" leaning on the ground, and the dragon's aura looked in all directions.

"I am not alone in my path, there are people who will succeed me!"