My life is super hard, nothing is taboo/Ghost Shelter

Qin Kun staggered, his tone was the same as when his father teased his son to give gifts when he was a child!

Qin Kun touched the jar curiously, and a familiar feeling rose in his heart.

Now that there is no light, Qin Kun strokes the pattern of the jar, and he already knows what this feeling is.

Urn!

Qin Kun shook it and found that there was something inside.

Opening it, Qin Kun took out a razor.

'Ding!Obtain the task item - Ten Death Altar, Seizing Karma Knife'

'Stage missions open! '

'Phase 1: Go to Linjiang City and find Wu Xiong'

'Task requirements: find Wu Xiong within 36 hours, and ensure that the task items cannot be lost during the period'

'If the task fails, it will be erased from the causal line'

'Stage reward: the host can activate a skill'

"Great Flame Wraps Dark Hands."

Qin Kun chose to say without hesitation.

This razor is a quest item at the moment, which means that the Chai Shan knife technique cannot be used, and the Karma God Gang is also facing insufficient karma supplies.

Then he can only choose the first body skill, Great Flame Wrapping Hand.

Thank God, the mission finally came... But, why did you let me find Wu Xiong?Wasn't he kicked out of the country?

Qin Kun looked at Qin Mangui: "Where did you get this thing?"

Qin Mangui said: "A few days ago, someone gave it to someone who is destined. I have seen the jar. Although it is a razor, I don't know how to use it, so I will pass it on to you!"

No wonder Qin Kun felt that something was missing, and the razor that came with him disappeared, so he met again in this way, but what happened to the columbarium?

In Qin Kun's mind, countless question marks appeared, but this is not the time to think too much, he only has 36 hours.

I have to get a good night's sleep tonight before I can go on my way tomorrow.

"Thank you then."

Qin Kun smiled slightly, and after finishing speaking, he turned and left.

……

For one night, Qin Kun slept in the Yinggong Temple.

At this time, there was Ying Gong, whose ghost aura was still weak, and he didn't seem to be the second-rank official. As soon as Qin Kun entered the temple, a white figure disappeared, and the eyes of the god in front of him turned to him.

"I borrow your precious place to sleep. This is a reward for you. Don't give me a moth at night, or your tablet will be smashed."

This time Qin Kun has learned how to use both kindness and power to win people first.

He threw a stack of ghost coins into the brazier, and the ghost coins burned, and the idol seemed to feel the abundant spiritual power, and said excitedly: "Thank you, master, for the offering."

"Ah."

Qin Kun snorted coldly, found an incense table, pillowed on the futon and backpack, and soon fell into a deep sleep.

This time, Qin Kun slept extremely soundly.

At dawn the next day, Qin Kun got up and went on the road.

The bicycle rides fast on the road.

Although it was the 80s, the highway hub was underdeveloped, but Laomiao Town had a military equipment factory, and the road leading to Linjiang City here was far better than road repairs in other places at the same time.

Qin Kun rode all the way without much bumps. On both sides of the road, there were endless fields, and it was a good season for farming.

After 4 hours of riding, Qin Kun arrived in Yinchuan County before noon.

There are still gatehouses in the county town, which are more ancient, but there are not many businessmen on the street.

Qin Kun was sweating profusely. After resting for a while, he felt a little hungry. He felt that he should have a meal to fill his stomach, but he touched his pocket, and was a little speechless. It doesn't work!

Depend on! !

This is the feeling of having money but no place to spend it. When Qin Kun was melancholy, he suddenly found a group of people squatting on the corner of the street, not knowing what they were doing.

Ok?

Qin Kun leaned over and saw a wretched peddler selling some good things.

……

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Chapter 0179 Yang Shen, dead

The new calendar of China, the beginning of spring in 1980.

The sky in Linjiang City was gray, and at the crematorium in Linjiang City, a Taoist priest died.

The atmosphere was solemn, and the spirit sending team was mighty, hundreds of meters long.

The sky was lightly raining, and the first spring rain arrived as scheduled, which could not clear away the haze overhead.

One, two, three, five, ten.

Those who mourned sent white flowers one after another and put them in the coffin.

Closing the coffin, crying the spirit, awakening the spirit.

A tall and tall old man headed by turned his head, his tiger eyes were red: "After all, he is dead."

Most of the senders were dressed in priestly robes, black satin, and white strips around their arms.Some just wore black forged thin shirts and put them on the outside.

The suona sounded, and the tall old man stood at the front, holding the coffin, followed by a tall middle-aged Taoist priest, a wretched Taoist priest, a black-faced Taoist priest, and a middle-aged man with a firm face.

"Kuishan Gezhan, I rewarded myself with 140 hanging coins, bought Yin officials to clear the way, and sent Yun Zun through the ages!"

Directly in front of the coffin, a man throwing paper money, speaking with a northern accent, sang and drank almost covering the sound of the suona, clearing the way for the spirit-helping team.

"Seven Stars Palace Chudao, I rewarded 140 hanging coins, bought a Yin official to open the way, and sent Yun Zun through the ages!"

"Wu Xiong of Green Bamboo Mountain, his family rewarded him with 140 hanging coins. He bought a Yin official to open the way and send Yun Zun through the ages!"

"Kuishan Jing Sansheng, my family rewards 120 hanging coins, buys a little ghost to escape, and sends Yun Zun through the ages!"

"Yu Yuexian in the Green Bamboo Mountain, the reward is 120 yuan..."

There are cries, but very small, more silent grief.

The paper money was thrown into the sky vigorously, and then fell down by raindrops. The people who helped the spirits had wet foreheads and covered their eyes.

Behind the coffin was a middle-aged tailor with a dull expression, and a seamstress who still had a charm, dull and dazed, and they looked towards the window of the crematorium.

From the window on the second floor, a young man under the age of 30 was holding a teacup, watching the team below, silently.

"Xiao Wang, don't we go to see you off?"

A slightly older middle-aged man asked.

"Send a fart, send!!"

The young man cursed in a low voice: "He shouldn't die! He shouldn't have gone to the north of the Yellow River! Farce, it's all farce! What kind of North-South dispute, Fuyu orthodoxy, it's all fucking nonsense!!"

The young man's eyes were bloodshot, and there were tears in his eyes: "From now on, I, Wang Shouyi, will never have any contact with this group of people from the Southern Sect. I will do what I say!"

The middle-aged man was silent. After a while, he hummed a tune softly.

The tune is called "Dragon Fan".

The main story is about the son of the general soldier who rescued the son of the prime minister, and got the treasured dragon fan, but was coveted by the other party, falsely accused and framed, and the whole family of the general soldier copied and beheaded.

The play was very long, and the middle-aged man only sang for a while, and stopped when he saw the team going away.

At the end of the song, the son of the general soldier and the younger sister who escaped from the sky finally killed the enemy.

The middle-aged man looked at the rain and fog, and murmured: "Well... the karma owed will have to be paid back sooner or later."

……

The sending team walked around Yuetan Mountain three times before returning to the crematorium.

At the door, Wang Shouyi stood in the rain, blocking the team that was about to come in.

"Master Yang, he should be buried in Wuwei Mountain."

The tall old man at the head looked down at a young man, stopped himself, and said silently: "Yang Shen said before his death that his remnant body would be turned into ashes after death, and accompany the boundless karma."

Wang Shou turned his gaze to the others, trembling all over: "You Nanzong are really a bunch of rubbish."

Suona stopped abruptly.

Fuling's team was burning with anger.

"Boy! Don't dare to speak wild words just because you are close to Yun Zun!"

In the team, a resolute and burly middle-aged man stepped out, "Kuishan Jing Sansheng, do you want to try with me?"

After Wang Shouyi, the middle-aged man who just sang came out: "My name is Qu Chengyang, Master Yang once taught me, how about I try it with you?"

The tit-for-tat confrontation made the atmosphere awkward.

The old man at the head said: "North of the Yellow River, you and Yang Shen also went. Do you think he can do it if he doesn't go? Yang Shen took the old man and Zuo Jinchen to jump Wuwei Mountain. Zuo Jinchen got the seal of karma and went back. He raised the Cutting Blood Sect, which caused hundreds of miles of corpses to float in the Yellow River. He refused to listen to me, killed Zuo Jinchen, and made the Cutting Blood Sect grow. What do you think?! Tell me."

The old man's voice was powerful, with a dragon chant, in the dusk of the sky, like a human dragon, staring at the young man in front of him.

Wang Shouyi was not afraid, and curled his lips: "I know you, your name is Ge Zhan! Listen carefully, you can go to Wuwei Mountain without taking Master Yang to be buried, but you can only be sent here."

Qu Chengyang took a step forward: "Leave the body to us. We will send it to you on the last journey."

Seeing the stalemate between one's own team and the opponent's, a wretched Taoist priest came out: "Hehe, don't be angry, we are all Taoist friends on the way of life and death, and we just came back from the north of the Yellow River together, so we won't go to war."

The wretched Taoist priest looked at Ge Zhan, and said with a chuckle: "Uncle Ge, you are also injured, so let's not say a few words. We will send what we should give away. Let's send Master Yang away today. Let's not hurt our peace. It is better to hand over the body." How about giving them?"

Ge Zhan remained silent, Jing Sansheng stood in front of him, with sharp eyes, pointing at the nose of the wretched Taoist: "Wu Xiong, are you teaching my uncle what to do?"

Behind the wretched Taoist priest, a black-faced Taoist priest came out: "Jing Sansheng, my brother is the head of Qingzhu Mountain, the suzerain of the Southern Sect, you'd better show me some respect!"

Jing Sansheng laughed: "The first seat? Suzerain? He was beaten to the bum, and dare to be called suzerain?! He can't even kill Zuo Jinchen. If it weren't for Master Yang and my uncle, he would have died a long time ago!"

The black-faced Taoist was furious: "Jing Sansheng, try saying it again?!"

Jing Sansheng said coldly: "Yu Yuexian, I will tolerate you once, and this is also the last time. All causes and effects are caused by you. Don't be shameless in front of me!"

"enough!!!"

After Ge Zhanlong's chant came out, the raindrops in the air were all shattered.

"Yang Shen said that Wu Xiong is the head of the Southern Sect. I, Ge Zhan, will recognize him as the head. Sansheng, listen to him and hand over Yang Shen's body to the boy opposite. This is a crematorium, what should I do? , let's not point fingers."

After Ge Zhan finished speaking, Jing Sansheng glared at the black-faced Taoist priest, walked back behind Ge Zhan, and called for several people to carry the body.

Wang Shouyi called someone, and carefully carried the body onto the wheelbarrow. Looking at the old man with a peaceful expression, his eyes were red, he raised his head and looked at them with a sneer: "I think I can fight for Fuyu's orthodoxy! If you were from Mount Fuyu, you would have killed yourself by finding a piece of tofu."

Including Ge Zhan, everyone's complexion is not good-looking.

Indeed, this time, too reckless.

They looked at the middle-aged man who had just thrown out paper money. The middle-aged man was also standing in the rain with his hands wrapped in cotton sleeves.

His clothes are ragged and shabby compared to other people's, and his living conditions are so poor, it's pitiful.

"Uncle Ge..." When the man saw Ge Zhan looking over, he managed to show a simple smile, but was slapped heavily by Ge Zhan.

"Surnamed Ning, go back and tell your master, let him get out of prison."

The middle-aged man couldn't believe it, and said awkwardly: "The rivers and lakes are far away, and the temple is high. We live and die, how can we have any contact with the temple..."

Ge Zhan held his collar and said: "You should be glad that I have contacts with the temple. According to the rules of the world, you and your master are dead now."

The middle-aged man was silent.

The body was sent away, and the light rain stopped after a while.

Wang Shouyi stood at the gate of the crematorium, looking at the group of people hostilely.

"Where's the urn?"

Wang Shou stretched out his hand and asked Ge Zhan.