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

He has experienced a lot of things recently, which made Qin Kun's eloquence improved again. He has faintly felt that he has changed from a smart person to a wise person. I am very confident.

He pinched Xun Shisang's neck and lifted him up: "I'll give you ten seconds to point out where I'm talking nonsense. Otherwise, you'll die."

Xun Shisang was taken aback, sweating coldly, he just subconsciously didn't want to recognize Qin Kun's reasons, but it has to be said that Qin Kun's reasons made him unable to pick out faults.

"One, two, three... ten!"

Xun Shisang racked his brains and realized that the time had come.

Suddenly, a voice came from the door: "Qin Kun, do you still have noodles?"

Wu Senran walked in after washing, saw Qin Kun beating the children, filled a bowl of noodles and left, his arrival reminded Qin Kun that at least Xun Shisang could not die here.

He noticed Xun Shisang's frightened expression, he chuckled and said, "This is not an example."

Xun Shisang was thrown on the ground by Qin Kun, and found that Qin Kun had left, unconsciously, he was relieved.

At noon, everyone finished their meal.

They accidentally discovered that Xun Shisang was leaving.

"Skipping class was found out, and I have to go back to school."

The reason Xun Shisang gave made people no doubt, and no one knew that the soul belonging to this young man had been killed long ago.

After Xun Shisang left, Wu Senran was the most comfortable.

"I slept in the same room with that little ghost last night. I didn't even breathe at night. It scared me to death."

What Wu Senran explained was the fact that the living dead have no heartbeat, so naturally they don't need to breathe.

At 4 o'clock in the afternoon, Yuan Xinghan carried the drawing board on his back, Wu Senran carried the camera, Xu Yang was also wearing an unusual bag, Tu Xuanxuan and Huo Qi were a little curious.

Yuan Xinghan said: "They are all out to travel. The afternoon is the most comfortable time. Take this opportunity to relax."

The hill next to Hancoffin Village is a stone mountain, but even with the surrounding scenery and the primitive village, the scenery is also unique.

The blue sky and white clouds, the small river flowing, the painting of painting, the photography of photography, the recording of records, Yuan Xinghan said that the highlight is at night.

The group followed Qin Kun to Yanjun Temple with a playful mentality.

This temple is in the middle of the village, not very conspicuous, but the full-length clay sculptures at the entrance, and the vivid appearance of each Yin God, make people admire the masons here, they are so realistic.

Tu Xuanxuan took the camera and took pictures. She went to many places, some tourist attractions, and the modernization was too serious. Such ancient temples are too rare.

From the curtains, to the statues, to the copper bells, to the stone bricks, to the flowers and trees in the temple, and the beams of the main hall, there is no trace of modernization, not even the signs of 'no entry', as if people are in ancient times.

The temple enshrines five halls of Yuan Jun, also known as Yan Jun, and is called Yan Wang Ye among the people. The twelve Yin gods under the seat of Yan Wang Ye are lifelike. The temple is a Yin temple, and the light is dim. s face.

Lao Miaozhu seemed to have not seen a guest for a long time, and he was still a little enthusiastic.

"Hehe, I didn't expect the small temple in our village to welcome pilgrims!"

As soon as this sentence came out, Wu Senran knew what to do, and yelled in a loud voice: "9 yuan per person for incense, 1 yuan more is a blessing!"

Lao Miaozhu was taken aback for a moment, his face was like a pig's liver: "I didn't mean that..."

Wu Senran patted him on the shoulder reassuringly and said, "It's okay, the temple in your village is much more realistic than what I saw in Guning County!"

Wu Senran didn't care how much the incense was, he took out 100 and stuffed it into the sesame oil tank, and then he wanted to light the incense and worship God.

The others are not short of money, they have learned and styled.

First of all, this temple is really very interesting, every brick and tile is full of ancient charm, even though it is a Yin temple, it is also extremely rare and exquisite, seeing Wu Senran paying for it, these people also donated money and offered incense.

The old temple wishes to cry without tears. My incense stick costs at least 3W. You ordered it for 100 yuan. Pilgrims are not as good as you...

According to the rules of the temple, big incense is only lit at four o'clock and eighth. These incenses are not the incense in ordinary temples. If they are lit so frequently, they will attract ghosts and gods.

"Everyone doesn't know, my incense is 3W..." Lao Miaozhu muttered, as if he was wronged.

As soon as this remark was made, there was silence for a while, and a thick voice questioned loudly with an unbelievable tone.

"3W! Are you hired by Qin Kun again?"

Wu Senran was dumbfounded, what are you doing, you dare to sell 3W for a piece of incense!You are no longer a scammer, you are a fraud! !

The temple wishes are speechless: "A group of young people, what nonsense. In the past, burning incense was a ceremony to invite gods to express wishes. Only good incense can send wishes to gods. There are ghosts and gods looking for you."

Wu Senran was stunned: "Old man, don't scare me! You are spreading feudal superstition!"

Do you think I spread feudal superstition?Then what are you doing in the temple?

In the corner, Qin Kun's voice came: "Lao Miaozhu is right. His incense is indeed valuable and effective. You are not short of money. Make up the money."

Yuan Xinghan was the first to make up the price. Since Qin Kun said so, it must be true.Since this incense is effective, Yuan Xinghan's heart skipped a beat when he didn't express his wish when he first worshiped the god, and there would be ghosts and gods looking for him at night. If he really came here, what should he ask?

Xu Yang was the second to pay, 3 yuan, not much.But he caught a useful message.

Qin Kun actually said that this fragrance is very good?Can he ask ghosts and gods to do things at night?As the saying goes, having money can make ghosts turn the millstone, and he spent all the money, so it can't be wasted, right?

Tu Xuanxuan is a rich girl, and Huo Qi is a doctor who came here for the first time, and both of them are very willing to pay.

Depend on!

Wu Senran found that he took the lead and led himself into the ditch.

"I don't pay!"

He is not short of money, but it is a matter of face.In Xu's Yizhuang before, and the old Taoist priest unwrapped the lottery, he only paid 100 yuan, but now he paid 3W, which is tantamount to leading a group of people into the ditch.

This blame can only be recognized, not carried!

Lao Miaozhu smiled and looked at Qin Kun: "This little brother, do you know the rules?"

"Understand a little bit, incense can invite gods, exchange money, the so-called repayment, if the money is not enough, you will suffer karma, and ghosts and gods will be jealous. The ancients valued rituals most. Going back, this is a part of the ritual. Since it’s a ritual, it’s natural to do enough.”

Lao Miaozhu nodded: "That's right. Only after doing enough rituals will you attract evil spirits. I didn't expect that although the rivers and lakes are far away, the inheritance has not been broken. When I was young, I traveled all over the world. May I ask which disciple you are?" Looking at the approving eyes of the seniors in the world, he looked at Qin Kun with a piercing gaze.

"This... can't be said."

Qin Kun smiled apologetically.

"Why can't you tell?"

"A senior told me not to declare my identity in the temple after going out."

Lao Miaozhu was even more puzzled: "Why is this?"

Qin Kun shrugged: "The temple can't accommodate me, it will collapse."

As soon as this remark came out, Lao Miaozhu's heart was shocked, as were several other people. They looked at Qin Kun's expression, and they didn't seem to be joking.

A small temple cannot accommodate a great god. They have only heard this truth in stories, but when Qin Kun said it, it felt a little unreal.

Besides, this tone...is too big!

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Chapter 0246

The Yan Jun Temple is a Yin temple, dedicated to the King of Hades. The King of Yama holds great weight in the hearts of the gods, ghosts and gods, especially the common people. He cannot be accommodated in the Temple of the King of Yama, unless he is a god higher than the King of Hades.

Or... a person with extremely strong horoscopes and no fear of ghosts and gods!

The old ancestors had a good saying: Hades told you to die on the third watch, who would dare to keep you until the fifth watch?

He dared to challenge him to be extremely tough in Yanwangmiao, Lao Miaozhu didn't know how tough the other party was.

"In that case, can my little brother do the old man a favor? There is a coffin maker's tomb at the back of Hanshi Mountain. Help me get a good cold stone back. As a reward, how about giving you a stone pillow?"

Lao Miaozhu suddenly remembered something and said.

'Ding!Special missions open'

'Special Mission: Finding the Cold Stone Mother'

'Task requirements: The cold stone mother is extremely difficult to find, and it needs to be sacrificed to the yang qi of five yang people in a place where yin and yang clash, and perform the 'five qi rushing into the void' before it can be revealed'

'Task Reward: Level +1, Merit +500, Magical Artifact Chisel'

magic weapon! !

Qin Kun was astonished. He hadn't seen the task of obtaining the magic weapon for a long time, and it was a special task!

As the personal equipment of the ghost hunter, the magic weapon is a sharp weapon against ghosts.

Although the Duoye Knife is easy to use and powerful, if you encounter ghosts who won't fight you head-on, if you have a little precaution, you will be helpless.

To get another magic weapon, Qin Kun felt that this task must be accepted.

And the five Yang people needed, aren't they ready-made...

Seeing Qin Kun thinking about it, Lao Miaozhu coughed dryly and asked, "To be honest, I invited several Taoist priests and masters, but they all failed. If so, the old man has 3 yuan here, which can be added as a reward."

This old Miaozhu was quite honest, Qin Kun just kept silent for a while, and then he raised the price again.

It seems that the Cold Stone Mother is very important to him.

"I don't guarantee that I can find it, but you can go and have a look."

In the afternoon, when the group returned to Mr. Kang's house, the black swan flapped its wings and pecked fiercely at him.

"I'm stupid, why are you pecking at me all the time!"

Xu Yang was puzzled, this gang of black geese thought he was the one who bullied him, his grandma's!

"Boys, come back!"

Old man Kang walked out of the house and whistled. A group of black swans lined up neatly behind him, looking at Qin Kun and the others arrogantly.

"Brother, why are you back?"

"I have something to do tonight, take a rest."

"What's the matter?" Old man Kang squinted his eyes, "Have you seen the old temple?"

"Ah."

"Did he say anything?"

Wu Senran spoke bluntly: "He asked for help to find a stone at the coffin maker's tomb!"

"Hiss—that's not a good place. The craftsmen of Hancoffin Village have been buried there. What do you think the cold stone is? It's a corpse stone. Ordinary stones stay with the dead for a long time, and they become yin qi , Those stones both feed and are fed by corpses, I advise you not to go there."

A group of people were taken aback when they heard the words.

Xu Yang smiled dryly: "Old man, are you joking?"

"Are you joking with a little doll like you? Am I full?"

Old man Kang shook his head, called 'bad luck', hurried away, and said, 'You guys are going, I won't stop you, don't blame me for not reminding you'.

In the largest room, Qin Kun sat in the middle, surrounded by a circle of people.

Qin Kun is a little hesitant now. This time, he is taking a few ordinary people to the Yin Land. I'm afraid something will happen.

Just now I was only thinking about the magic weapon, and didn't consider the practical problem.

"Director Qin, are there really ghosts in this world?"

The room was silent, Qin Kun was drinking tea, and didn't know how to answer, Tu Xuanxuan's next sentence must be out of curiosity, wanting to meet.

Xu Yang interjected from the side, "Yes."

Wu Senran interjected from the side: "Yes."

Yuan Xinghan, who has not spoken much, also nodded: "Of course there are."

Hodge was taken aback: "You...have seen all of them?"

The three nodded.

All three of them have seen each other, especially with Qin Kun, the frequency of bumping into ghosts is very high.

Tu Xuanxuan and Huo Qi panicked, "Can you show us?"

Qin Kun finally said: "Damn it is okay, but you have to think carefully about going to the Coffinmaker's Tomb this time. I may not guarantee your safety."

Hodge smiled dryly: "It's all hell, is there anything different?"

Of course it's different, ghosts are also classified into three, six, or nine grades, some big ghosts, even ghost hunters don't want to see them.

Qin Kun didn't open his mouth to explain the level of ghosts, but suddenly turned his head and looked straight at the bed in the room.

The bed was placed against the wall, at the corner of the room. It was clean and simple, without any strange places. Huo Qi and Tu Xuanxuan wondered what Qin Kun was looking at.