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

"Ten years ago, when I was 10 years old, I just went to Europe to study and rented a house by the river. The city over there was relatively remote and sparsely populated. The landlord was a sailor and often went out to sea. I lived in the house for a month Afterwards, I felt that the surrounding sound was very noisy. A couple with their children made a lot of noise every day, which affected my study. There were also footsteps in the attic.

Three months later, the landlord came back from the sea, and I told him that the house had rats, was damp, and had poor sound insulation, so I wanted to quit the lease.

The landlord is quite open-minded. After agreeing, he said that he would entertain me before leaving.

That afternoon, the landlord drove to the supermarket to buy something. Some colleagues came to him and said to me after seeing me, are you afraid of living here alone? "

"I didn't quite understand it at the time, but I found out after I asked him that the landlord rented out a house for me. I was at school all day and would only come back at night. The house was found for me by a mid-level institution, so I don't know. Is there anyone living here? At that time, goose bumps appeared on my body like a rash, and I was so scared that I left with my luggage.”

Hodge moved his mouth and dusted off the cigarette ash: "I lived with that family of three for four months, and even hugged their child. I remember one day when I was sick, the family of three stayed in my house and sat all night , I just took the same pose as the people I met in the hearse, saying that they were taking care of me, but after thinking about it later, I guess... it came from inhaling Yang Qi."

Xu Yang's scalp tingled, and he thought of the group of people in the hearse, sitting upright, with their eyes staring straight ahead. Qin Kun said that with three sun lamps on the body and two shoulders of heavenly spirits, wandering spirits and ghosts are not close, but when sick The weakest, easily attacked by evil spirits.

The ancients said that 'sickness comes like a mountain'. This is the case. If the spirit is good, the disease will recover quickly. If the spirit is also attacked, it is probably a serious illness.

And... Sitting in the room with this appearance all night, I feel a little chills thinking about it.

Not to mention living under the same roof, even if he went to the company to go to the bathroom and found a lady mopping the floor, and someone told him that the cleaning staff was on leave that day, he would be terrified for several days.

Huo Qi didn't react when he saw Wu Senran, as if he didn't believe it or not, but Xu Yang's expression was a bit wrong, he asked: "There are a few more strange things that I encountered after I started my career, do you want to hear it?"

"Don't listen." Wu Senran and Xu Yang said in unison.

Wu Senran felt that it was nonsense, except that he had seen ghosts when he was with Qin Kun, he had never encountered such a strange thing at other times, so he found it boring.

Xu Yang didn't want to hear it anymore, he felt that the hotel was weird last night.If you keep listening to it, you won't be able to sleep tonight.

"I'm going to wake Qin Kun up, this guy probably didn't do good with that waitress girl at night!"

After Xu Yang finished speaking, his head hurt.

"Who hit me?!"

Xu Yang turned around and found that it was Qin Kun.

"Are you injured?" Xu Yang's sharp eyes saw Qin Kun's chest wrapped in gauze, "I stayed with my sister all night, why did you hurt your trachea, this position is wrong!"

I'll go to your uncle!

Qin Kun gave Xu Yang a blank look, I was inserted by a key, you are so nasty!

Even if the Blood King Pill can restore the injury, the scars on the body are still there, and the Blood King Pill can only provide the energy to restore the injury. If you want to fully recover, you still have to rely on yourself to recuperate.

"Where are Brother Yuan and Xuanxuan?" Qin Kun asked.

"I went to collect the wind, where are we going today?"

"White Dragon Temple."

……

Sangyu City, an ordinary third-tier city north of the Yellow River.

The rhythm is slow, and the city is not very prosperous. It is an ordinary city in China. The rise of tourism in the past few years has given Sangyu City a second spring.

Bailong Temple, Niushou Mountain, Yinyang Temple and other places have strong ancient rhymes. Although they are not well-known, being in them is like stepping on the ancient times to seek secluded places, which has a special taste.

Near the Ping'an Hotel, there is an old funeral street. Yuan Xinghan was tired from walking and bought a bottle of water. This place is not far from Bailong Temple. I didn't expect that this street is full of wreath and shroud shops.

"Boss Ning, hahaha, I have sold out all the yellow paper wreaths this month. After Tuwa leaves, I think you still have Qingming's stock in your store?"

An old man wearing presbyopic glasses and holding a cigarette in his mouth knocked the end of his cigarette on the sole of his shoe and re-squeezed the shredded tobacco: "Dong Laocai, it's your job to sell most of the yellow paper for wreaths, but if you're so happy making dead money, you'll lose your life." .”

The boss with a big belly just now turned black: "Old man Ning, you don't have good morals, and no one will bury you when you die, do you know that?!"

The old man with a pipe in his mouth raised his eyelids and looked at Dong Laocai: "I have an apprentice in charge, so what are you worrying about? Your son-in-law who came to the door abducted your daughter, and the grandson changed back to his father's surname. I see you Nobody cares when you die."

Boss Dong gritted his teeth: "Old man Ning, sooner or later I will buy the land of your shop! Let you drink the northwest wind!"

"Opening so many wreath and shroud shops is also detrimental to morality. In the next life, you will be a cow or a horse. Give me one of your good cigarettes. Maybe in the next life, an old man, I will still feed you."

Old man Ning grinned, his face was full of wrinkles, and he smiled like a flower. On the other side was Boss Dong who wanted to tear his mouth apart.

Yuan Xinghan watched the two elderly funeral shop owners bickering, and smiled inwardly: It's kind of interesting.

……

Chapter 0259 what's wrong

Dong Laocai has a dream to contract all funeral business in Sangyu City.

Building a cemetery, building a cemetery, and making wreaths, this is what Dong Laocai has done since decades ago. He owns all 8 wreath shops on this street.His goal is to buy old man Ning's shop as well.

It's just that the sky didn't go his way. Dong Laocai, who dreamed of becoming a business tycoon in the funeral industry, tried to suppress Old Man Ning's business time and time again, but failed again and again.

Old man Ning's shop, like an isolated island, is located in the middle of a row of wreath and shroud shops, and it is still tenaciously alive.

After fighting for so many years, old man Ning's shop was not destroyed. Dong Laocai also felt a little sympathetic towards him. It was also fun to run into each other on weekdays.

It's just that old man Ning is a soft knife, and none of the words that come out of his mouth make sense. Dong Laocai's health is not good, and he has no children under his knees. Give him a headache.Old man Ning often teased him with these things, making Dong Laocai suffocated and unable to vent his anger.

"I'd rather not, don't think that I don't know, you have an unclear relationship with sister Ma! His lover was my comrade in arms before his death. If you dare to have any unreasonable thoughts, don't blame me for being rude!"

Dong Laocai really had nothing to say, so he brought this matter up.

Old man Ning shook his eyebrows with a half-smile: "Dong Laocai, you like Ma Xiaohua, everyone on the street knows that the old man and I have nothing to do with Ma's sister, but let's say that you are not good enough for her."

"Who, who likes her!! That's my sister-in-law!" Dong Laocai is 59 this year, and he still looks like a child when he blushes.Seeing that old man Ning said such things without shame or impatience, he is ashamed and I want to be ashamed!Dong Laocai walked away cursing.

"It's not as fun as sister-in-law, why don't you let people talk about it?"

Seeing Dong Laocai walking away, old man Ning turned his head to look at Yuan Xinghan: "Young man, aren't you tired after watching for so long? Come and sit down?"

Although it is a funeral shop, the boss has the enthusiasm of the northerners and greets Yuan Xinghan as if he is familiar with him.

Yuan Xinghan smiled awkwardly. He didn't expect the boss to be such a wonderful person. He walked over and sat on the saddle in front of the store.

"Eh? Yellow Armor Talisman? Are you from Linjiang?"

Just after saying hello, Yuan Xinghan was taken aback by the first sentence, damn it!what's the situation?This... what's the situation? !Yuan Xinghan had a talisman paper attached to his shoulder. Qin Kun said that this talisman paper wards off evil spirits, so Yuan Xinghan didn't take it off. It's not surprising that a contemporary artist has a talisman paper decoration on his body.

But...how did this old man know his origin after just one glance?

Yuan Xinghan put away his heart to watch the excitement, felt that there was some knowledge in it, and asked humbly: "The old man has good eyesight. But how do you know... I am from Linjiang?"

The old man Hanyan chuckled: "There is only one place in Huaxia who can draw this kind of talisman, how could the old man not know."

The yellow armor talisman, from the talisman sect, is transformed into a yellow armor body protection with charms to ward off evil spirits and ghosts.Although it belongs to ordinary talisman paper, it can only be drawn if it is at least the authentic biography of Fu Zongdi.

It is said that the Fuzong industry has been moved to the coast or even overseas, but the Dizitang is still located in the Qingzhu Mountain near the river.

Yuan Xinghan felt a little mysterious, he looked at the talisman paper and said: "To tell you the truth, I am also a painter. As long as you give me paint, I can draw this kind of talisman."

"You?" The old man Hanyan smiled and shook his head, "Every stroke and every painting has a mystery. It's hard to paint the skin of a tiger. What's hidden in the bones? If you don't know talisman skills, you can't see it, so naturally you can't draw it. from."

The old man Hanyan said very firmly.

Hearing the old man Hanyan's words, Yuan Xinghan was a little awed. This boss must be an unpredictable senior. He didn't expect such a small town to hide such a person.

"Old man, is there any doorway here? Can you tell me about it?"

The old man Hanyan shook his head: "The sect has taboos, if you want to know, ask the person who gave you the talisman paper."

The old man got up, rubbed his waist, and began to tie the wreath again.

It's already summer, and this store has a yin energy that doesn't belong to summer. Yuan Xinghan walked in curiously, feeling a bit cold. In the store, besides the old man, there were also a few helpers.

Yuan Xinghan saw that the young workers were not very old, and they were quite experienced in making wreaths.

"Little brother, is the blush on your face... particular about it?"

The skin of the small workers is very fair, and Yuan Xinghan can understand that they often work in this kind of shop where the sun is out of sight, but their faces are flushed to varying degrees, which makes Yuan Xinghan a little curious.

Before meeting Qin Kun, he had never been in contact with the funeral industry. Could it be that the blush on their faces is also some kind of exquisiteness and anecdote?

The movements of the small workers were very quiet. They looked at Yuan Xinghan, did not speak, and continued to immerse themselves in their work.

Yuan Xinghan was a little embarrassed, he might have rashly inquired about other people's affairs, which was a bit abrupt.

Yuan Xinghan usually seldom goes out for social activities, so he didn't know what to say at this time, so he took out a pack of cigarettes and gave Xiaogong one.

"No open flames in the store."

Yuan Xinghan continued to be embarrassed, but the little worker still put away the cigarette, touched his face and replied: "This is wiped by the master, saying that it is easy for people to recognize us."

To make it... easy for... to recognize...you?

Yuan Xinghan was confused.

After sitting in the store for a while, Yuan Xinghan saw that the old man and the little worker didn't respond to him, so he thought it was time to leave.

This trip gave him a few good places, one is the stone forest in Hanyu Village, and the other is this plain wreath and shroud shop. Yuan Xinghan's inspiration is high, imagining when the picture in his mind becomes a painting, It must be very intriguing.

"Old sir, I'm leaving."

At the door, Yuan Xinghan greeted him, but the old man Hanyan didn't lift his head: "In this kind of place, the dead don't say stay, and the living don't say leave, these taboos, you should pay attention next time."

"Well, I remember."

After Yuan Xinghan finished speaking, he turned and left.

The street was much hotter than the store, Yuan Xinghan's cell phone rang, and it was Qin Kun who called.

"Hey, Director Qin, are you awake?"

"Ah."

Yuan Xinghan was surprised that Qin Kun just got up, he calculated the time, it has been more than 10 hours since he stayed in the hotel last night, could it be that Director Qin kept vigil again last night?

Qin Kun said on the other end of the phone: "Brother Yuan, let's go to Bailong Temple in a while."

"White Dragon Temple?"

Yuan Xinghan said: "I'm right next to you!"

Qin Kun said: "That's just right, we will set off to find you right away. The temple is famous for its vegetarian food, so I just had a meal."

"Okay!" Yuan Xinghan rubbed his stomach, just happened to be hungry, "By the way, where is Xuanxuan?"

"Xuanxuan? Not with you?" Qin Kun wondered.

"No..." Yuan Xinghan was even more puzzled.

In Ping An Hotel, in Xu Yang's room, Qin Kun picked up Xu Yang's mobile phone, and Xuanxuan posted a selfie in the circle of friends, Yuan Xinghan was right behind him.

"Where are you?" Qin Kunhu asked.

"The old street next to Bailong Temple sells wreaths and shrouds."

"Where are you?" Xu Yang asked Tu Xuanxuan while commenting.

"Inside the White Dragon Temple, with Big Brother Yuan." Tu Xuanxuan replied.

In the hotel room, Qin Kun hung up the phone with a headache.

In broad daylight, what the hell?

……

Chapter 0260 Bell

Sangyu City, Bailong Temple.

Unlike the style of other temples, it has a style different from any temple.

The whole building is carved out of white stone. The monks wear moon-white robes, which are now rare, with dragon embroidery on them.

The tour guide in front of the temple put away the banner, turned off the horn, and said in a low voice: "This place was built in the Tang and Song Dynasties, and the age cannot be tested. It was a small temple for resting feet, and it was not very famous. It's just that a few decades ago, the local nightfall in Sangyu White light, the dust and grime of the temple body peeled off, revealing the snow-white stone wall, it was a sensation at the time, and this attracted attention."

"A fortune teller once passed by the White Dragon Temple, and once said: "Tiangou bathes in blood, and the White Dragon suppresses evil spirits. Although there are no more miracles in the White Dragon Temple, the temple itself is already a rare miracle."

Qin Kun and his group were following the tour guide at this time, and they clicked their tongues when they heard the tour guide's words.

miracle?

Today's public opinion is so free, dare to use the word miracle to describe a temple, it will inevitably make people feel a little unreal.

However, Bailong Temple is indeed special.

"Why haven't I heard of such a place in China?"

Xu Yang knows everything about food, drink, and entertainment. Such a strange temple is relatively new, but he has never heard of it.

"This thing seems to be similar to the stone in Hancoffin Village?"