Ghost Shelter System

Yinshan County won it faster than expected.

Miao Shan and Mo Wuji lamented that Chu Qianxun had forgotten everything, and at the same time they were a little lucky.

Fortunately, Chu Qianxun was not strong in fighting, otherwise, how could he have lost if he cooperated with such heaven-defying divination skills?

When the two of them strolled back to the pavilion, Chu Qianxun was still here. It's just that she seems to have entered the city. The two ghosts under her command are unstable and injured. It seems that they have just fought a big battle.

"Is it solved? Let's set off." Chu Qianxun said.

…

In four days, apart from rest, there was non-stop driving and non-stop fighting!

The bodies of the three of them were already rotten. I don't know whether it was the smell coming from the world of the world, or whether they themselves were contaminated with too much filth.

Yinshan County, Aoshan County, and Miuxia County, twenty-two cities in the three counties were conquered one after another. Chu Qianxun only missed two ghost kings. Perhaps those two ghost kings had the ability to conceal the secrets of heaven, and they almost missed, which made Chu Qianxun a little bit agitated. Ashamed.

Huangliang County borders Miuxia County, Sanhuang County to the south, and the city of Nanzhou to the east.

There are seven counties in the county. The county town is barren, and there are also ghost bandits roaming in Mixia County. The environment is similar to that of Manshi City.

However, as soon as they entered the jurisdiction of Huangliang County, they had a very strange feeling. The secluded mountains were rolling and hidden in the darkness, like giant beasts lurking aside. The three of them always felt that someone was talking in the mountains, and their voices were very loud. open.

In the past few days, the Pig-Slaughter Ghost has grown up a lot. He is a ferocious ghost who has been tortured in eighteen prisons. After he came out of the cage, he poured out his anger as much as possible. Miaoshan didn't know if indulging him in this way was feeding a tiger's troubles. But the Pig-Slaughter Ghost did have more and more respect for himself.

The county official said that the pig-slaughter ghost was pulling a cart, and Miao Shan was swaying in the cart with an ugly face. On the carriage next to him, Mo Wuji and Chu Qianxun opened the curtain and looked at poor Miao Shan, feeling a little in their hearts. sigh.

"Is there something missing in this butcher's mind?" Mo Wuji's face turned into a question mark.

Chu Qianxun smiled bitterly: "Senior Brother Mo... where did you get your bad taste? Do you have this kind of facial makeup?"

Mo Wuji's facial makeup changed to '. . . ’.

Chu Qianxun was amused, so he covered his mouth and said: "Ghosts always find opportunities to express their feelings to their masters. The pig-slaughter ghost is more upright and may have used the wrong method, but senior brother Miaoshan is indeed kind-hearted and cannot bear to live up to his kindness. ,I am impressed."

Mo Wuji wondered: "Why doesn't my ghost express his feelings to me?"

The starving ghost holding a jar of soil suddenly raised his head, grabbed a handful of incense ashes and handed it over.

"..." Mo Wuji waved his hand.

The hungry ghost stuffed it into his mouth in disgust.

"Well, I can't accept the way he expresses his feelings."

Outside the carriage.

The horse's hooves were galloping and the carriage was rickety. It was much better than a carriage. The old ghost of Corpse Lantern drove the horse. He looked at the pig-slaughter ghost who was racing the horse with his feet and said calmly: "Why are you running so fast?"

"I'm happy to do that! Isn't it great to have a horse?"

The Corpse Lantern Ghost was helpless: "I reminded you to grab another carriage, but you didn't listen to me."

"Hmph! I can carry people in any car!"

The Corpse Lantern Ghost stole a glance at Miao Shan. The purple-robed monk's face turned pale, and the flesh on his bumped face moved up and down. Suddenly, he couldn't help but retched.

The corpse lamp ghost's smile faded and he found that the purple-robed monk was vomiting and turned over. The pig-slaughter ghost was still competing with the horse.

"Hey, your master has been knocked down!"

"Your master was knocked down!" The pig-slaughter ghost pushed his legs hard and finally passed the carriage. He felt proud, but found that the carriage had stopped.

"Why not compete?"

The corpse lamp old ghost shook his head and trotted over: "Master...are you okay?"

Miao Shan waved his hand: "Amitabha, compassion is a disaster..."

The pig-slaughter ghost was shocked and ran over in a hurry: "Master! Why did you fall?"

Miaoshan kicked him into the ditch: "Stay away from me, this poor monk just wants to kill you with one slap!"

The pig-slaughter ghost's cheek twitched: "..."

The wheels were rolling, and Miao Shan sat in the carriage. Mo Wuji asked curiously, "Senior brother, are you feeling better?"

Miaoshan's lips turned pale, she suppressed her nausea, and her expression was deep in thought: "It's okay. I just feel a little strange... The poor monk has been practicing Buddhism since he was a child, and he has also experienced Bodhi dust, not to mention bumps, even if he is weightless in the universe, he has never experienced this. kind of reaction."

Mo Wuji was startled, looked at Chu Qianxun and whispered, "What do you mean, senior brother?"

Miao Shan clasped his hands together and said uncertainly: "Did the poor monk just fall into the trap?"

Hit?

That is to say, he has been possessed by a ghost!

"Stop!" Chu Qianxun ordered loudly. As soon as the carriage stopped, seven oil lamps were placed in the car. With a flick of his finger, the flames of the lamps appeared. Suddenly, a gust of wind blew, and the seven oil lamps were extinguished together.

Chu Qianxun raised his head in disbelief.

"Haha... What an interesting Yangren... If King Gu guessed correctly, the accidents in Yinshan County, Aoshan County, Miuxia County, Liumo County, Leiming County, and Bronze County are related to you, right?"

In the mountains and wilderness, that mysterious voice is everywhere.

At the same time...a strong smell of alcohol filled the air.

Miaoshan sniffed the smell of alcohol and suddenly realized: "That's right! It's just the feeling after being drunk, nausea, and the vomiting feeling after a bumpy ride... It just didn't taste right!"

Miaoshan's voice was very low: "Hold your breath first, this may be the opponent's ghost technique."

A ghostly voice came, and he smiled slightly: "It's too late, and what is supposed to be hit is also hit. Boil heart wine, yellow rice and a dream. I am the only ghost king in this county. How are you going to deal with me?"

An elegant middle-aged man suddenly appeared at the driving position. The old ghost of the corpse lamp reached out to grab him and was blown away from the car.

The middle-aged man opened his clothes and poured wine down, his eyes blurred by drunkenness.

Chang Xiu wiped the wine stains from the corner of his mouth, looking like a charming and handsome uncle, which made Chu Qianxun's heart beat fast.

Mo Wuji's figure suddenly grew sharply.

"The yin and yang transform into qi and come out of the evil orifice, and Tai Chi has the same roots to nurture the demons of the underworld!"

The Tai Chi Demon broke through the carriage and stood on the ground. The five-meter-tall monster slapped the drunken middle-aged man with one palm.

"Let's just get acquainted and get drunk together. Don't fight..."

The middle-aged man staggered, and by chance, he managed to avoid Mo Wuji's hand.

"Tai Chi...I can also..."

The middle-aged man laughed and suddenly clamped Mo Wuji's arm. Mo Wuji hurriedly retracted, just in time to hit the middle-aged man's path.

"Four taels... a thousand pounds!"

First receiving Mo Wuji's force to stop his hand, and then following the force, the middle-aged man held Mo Wuji's arm and suddenly exerted force. The five-meter-tall monster was thrown to the ground with an over-the-shoulder throw.

"Amitabha... is the pusher of Sanfengxian even if he is stuck in the stick?" Miaoshan was shocked.

"Hahahaha..." The middle-aged man just smiled and didn't answer, leaning on his horse stumblingly, "How about getting drunk and resting? I don't want to fight with you..."

Miaoshan's whole body turned purple, bloodshot eyes entered her eyes, the alcohol in her body was steamed out, and white mist spewed out from her mouth and nose.

"Asuras of Heaven!"

Completely opposite to the fair-faced monk just now, the powerful aura instantly dissipated the smell of alcohol around him. This Shura stood on the spot, staring straight at the middle-aged man, with eager fighting spirit in his eyes!

The middle-aged man clicked his tongue and exclaimed: "Eight Heavenly Dragons, Shura and Heaven are in opposition, and are called non-Heavens. Your Buddhist technique is to include Shura as a heavenly being? Dare you ask about this technique... But is Buddhism not a self?"

At this moment, Miao Shan had turned into Shura, mist was steaming all over his body, his muscles were knotted, and his veins were popping. Hearing the middle-aged man's question, he tilted his head and said, "You know a lot... I am myself, I am everyone, I am everything." , everything is Buddha, Shura is, and so are the heavenly beings, so why are the Asuras not the heavenly beings?”

The middle-aged man raised his head and drank a bottle of wine, smacking his tongue and saying, "It turns out he is the Buddha who cultivates demons... Do you plan to... ward off demons and become a saint?"

"Why not?"

"Nothing is impossible! Hahahahaha... Today the lonely king has decided not to kill you all!"

The laughter was deafening, followed by loud snoring, and in an instant, the world collapsed into the middle-aged man's dream.