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

"Miss, what else do you want to say?" Qin Kun saw Chu Qianxun hesitated to speak.

Chu Qianxun rubbed his temples and sighed slightly: "Someone from Maoshan..."

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The sixteenth day of the sixth lunar month in the Chinese calendar is a very normal summer.

A rare person came to Linjiang City on horseback.

Wearing Taoist robes, carrying a wooden sword, and riding a yellow horse.

Pedestrians looked sideways and talked a lot.

filming?

There are no cameras.

But this person, like time travel, gallops on horseback.

The yellow pussy horse, with a fat body and a solid body, walked like flying, all the way to the gate of Qingzhu Villa, the Taoist priest parked the horse and many luxury cars together.

"The mortal world disturbs people's dreams."

It was a Taoist priest with slender eyes, slanted eyebrows and flying temples. He was dusty, but he couldn't hide his dusty air.

He looked at a row of luxury cars, snorted coldly, and then sang and shouted, echoing over Qingzhu Villa.

"Xuanqi Maoshan has a strong atmosphere, the three holy officials sit in the shrine, flying thunder and sword rain to destroy evil spirits, and the two sleeves balance Yin and Yang!"

"Xu Facheng from Maoshan Mountain, I have met fellow Fuyu Mountain!"

"Xu Facheng from Maoshan Mountain, I have met fellow Fuyu Mountain!"

"Xu Facheng from Maoshan Mountain, I have met fellow Fuyu Mountain!"

The singing and drinking are full of energy, and the continuous echoes are surprising for a long time.

Maoshan? !

In Green Bamboo Villa, countless Dao of Life and Death disciples were shocked.

It is hard to imagine that this very distant name will appear here today.

The disciple of Fu Zong welcomed the door, dressed in a suit, and hurriedly lowered his head: "The blood in the sea rains into the sky talisman, and the five skills equalize the sky to cut down ghost bamboo. Disciple of Fu Zong, I have met my senior brother."

The Taoist cast a glance: "It's neither fish nor fowl."

After all, he ignored the other party and stepped into the door.

In the bustling villa, time seemed to stop in an instant, and everyone's eyes turned to the Taoist priest.

Taoist priests are 25 or 6 years old, but there is a calmness and fatigue in their eyes that do not match their age.

The Taoist priest was unsmiling, but full of courtesy. Except for those disciples who were dressed in nondescript clothes, everyone else bowed and bowed in return.

Maoshan is here.

In the main hall, Chu Dao, Jing Sansheng, and Yu Yuexian, the three chief seats, looked at me and I looked at you. No one expected that this place that had been silent for many years had a voice.

"Maoshan?"

In the villa, at the dining table, a frivolous and disdainful voice sounded, it was a green beard wearing a floral shirt.

Li Chong put his hands in his pockets, his leather shoes were shiny, he squinted his eyes and looked at the Taoist priest, with deep suspicion in his eyes: "The inheritance of Maoshan has been broken long ago, right?"

The Taoist priest is called Xu Facheng, the law inheriting the heaven and the earth.

He raised his head, saw Li Chong, and laughed: "Maoshan is still alive, how can the inheritance come to an end? It's just that Maoshan's Kuihu Daoshu has been practiced by you like this?"

Li Chong dislikes others saying that he is Dou Zong's disciple the most, and Dou Zong doesn't like anyone else except his younger junior sister.

But with all his abilities, he really couldn't get rid of any connection with Dou Zong.

But today, someone said it was Maoshan Taoism, which made Li Chong's face darken: "Maoshan's Kuihu Taoism? Are you worthy of boasting?"

Tiger roar!

Compared with Qin Kun's tiger roar, it was more forceful. During the speech, the vibration of the tiger's roar in the chest and abdomen was imitated, which made many young disciples have goosebumps all over their bodies, as if they were really in the same villa with a fierce tiger.

"Why, do you have any dissatisfaction?"

Xu Facheng only answered four words.

Tiger roar!

The same tiger roar, but a more powerful tiger roar than Li Chong's.

This roar is like two big worms facing the forest, ready to compete!

For a time, the smell of gunpowder filled the air.

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Chapter 0293

"what sound?"

Wang Gan in the swimming pool was startled, "Was it Tiger Roar just now?"

Chu Qianxun's ears roared. The two roars just now did not reach the swimming pool, but the roar of the tiger in his chest echoed endlessly.

"The people from Maoshan are here." Chu Qianxun walked out of the swimming pool and looked back at Qin Kun, "Aren't you going to take a look?"

Qin Kun rubbed his temples that suddenly swelled and ached, and shook his head: "Go and have a look."

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In the front yard of Qingzhu Mountain Villa, Maoshan Xu Facheng has a large sleeve rolled up, and the copper coins in the sleeve are like threads, flying out and wrapped around his arms, like armguards.

"Bronze skin and iron wrist? There are many Taoist priests here." Nie Yuxuan looked at the field in surprise and muttered to himself.

Li Chongzai fought with Xu Fa, and not far away, Nie Yuxuan was holding a jug, watching the fierce battle drunkenly, his brows furrowed deeper and deeper: "Did the little bug slack off in his homework? How can he fight when he is being led away? "

Beside him was a handsome man with peach blossom eyes, wearing long clothes in hot weather, holding a female disciple in his arms, talking and laughing happily.

"Senior brother, that's the 'Maoshan Pulling Machine Technique'. The little bug is being pulled by the opponent every move without knowing it. The longer the fight, the more flaws will be leaked. If you don't realize it, you won't be able to win."

Tao Huayan shook his head helplessly, and entered the room with the beauty in his arms.

In the arena, Li Chongyue fought, and found that this Taoist priest was more evil, he was not very old, but his skills were not inferior to those who had been immersed in martial arts for many years, and his methods were cunning.

Inadvertently, Li Chong was tricked by the other party's feint. Then, the Taoist stretched out two fingers and pinched Li Chong's lower ribs.

"You lost." Xu Facheng declared.

Pushing hard with two fingers, the strength Li Chong had gathered just now was crushed due to the pain, and he could no longer resist.

"Damn it!!" Li Chong gave up his resistance and cursed.

"Concession." Xu Facheng let go, and won this round easily.

In the room, the three heads of Nanzong walked out together.

"Maoshan is full of high-legged students, full of splendor."

Since ancient times, Maoshan has been regarded as the ancestral home of ghost hunters.

36 heavenly books, 36 thaumaturgy, have always been the sacred scriptures of life and death.

For thousands of years, regardless of whether the thaumaturgy was lost to foreign lands or the inheritance of ghost hunters was incomplete, Maoshan is still Maoshan.

This respect is irreplaceable.

Xu Facheng raised his hand: "Infinite Heaven, I have heard for a long time that the three seniors of the Southern Sect Zhantian Xiangshi, Tieyihu, and Wushu Demon Master are well-versed in Taoism. It is really fortunate to meet you today."

No matter Chu Dao, Jing Sansheng or Yu Yuexian, the three of them were neatly dressed, not as nondescript as the disciples they met before, Xu Facheng looked pleasing to the eye, bowed his body, and saluted as a junior.

He just defeated Li Chong head-on with Kuihu Taoism, which made Jing Sansheng very ugly.

"Where is the Taoism proficient, just three bad old men. But, you said Kuihu's Taoism is from Maoshan? Patriarch Lu Jiuhe passed on the six volumes of heavenly scriptures to Fuyu Mountain. This inheritance has always been the inheritance of Fuyu Mountain. "

Xu Facheng chuckled, and looked at the tall and burly Jing Sansheng: "This is senior Tie Yi Hu Jing, right? The celestial master Lu Jiuhe Lu Shizu is also my Maoshan sect, Kuihu Daoshu is the secret transmission of Maoshan Dragon and Tiger Hall I said this is my Maoshan Taoism, what's wrong?"

Jing Sansheng was speechless, Kuihu Daoshu originated in Maoshan, if it is really traced back, the other party has all the truth, what else can he say except that he is not convinced?

At the same time, Jing Sansheng was astonished.

According to legend, there were countless disciples in the 36 halls of Maoshan, and the Rebellion of the Eight Kings of the Western Jin Dynasty took advantage of the situation. I have never seen any Maoshan disciples use it in the past year.

Why is this Xu Facheng able to perform the Taoism of 'Dou Zi Juan'?

Qin Kun, Wang Gan, and Chu Qianxun walked to the front yard and saw Xu Facheng and Chu Dao together.

This is a simple Taoist priest, with tired eyes and an old look that does not match his age.

Xu Facheng turned his head sideways, meeting Qin Kun's eyes just in time.

At this moment, Xu Facheng was a little curious.

"May I ask your name?"

What is your title... Have you watched too many costume dramas...

Qin Kun's temples were a little swollen and painful. He wanted to come out to see what the disciple of Maoshan looked like, but he didn't know that the other party saw him at a glance.

"Qin Kun."

"Xu Facheng."

Qin Kun never thought that the chat between two people would sometimes be so cold.

After the two announced their names, everything around the villa fell silent.

Qin Kun didn't know that the other party was asking himself because of Mao, and he wanted to say something to ease the atmosphere. Old Immortal Chu just happened to say: "Xiaoyou Xu came from a long way, how about taking a rest first? There is a lot of food here, please take it as you like."

Qin Kun swallowed back what he wanted to say.

Xu Facheng also looked away from Qin Kun, and bowed towards Chu Dao: "I'm just hungry, thank you Nanzong for the hospitality."

……

At 11 o'clock in the evening, Qin Kun was tossing and turning on the big bed.

I don't know what's wrong today, the pain in my temple is unbearable, and it's throbbing, as if my soul is about to explode.

Tomorrow night is the time for the official opening of the three ghost gates.

And Qin Kun suffered from insomnia.

"Master, what's the matter?" The Skinner asked Qin Kun while holding a bowl of melon seeds.

This is a mountain villa, where Qin Kun, Wang Gan, Li Chong, Nie Yuxuan, Tao Huayan, and that Xu Facheng lived.

house.

Niu Meng was playing with the computer, while the wedding dress ghost was doing her makeup in the bronze mirror: "Master probably misses women."

Qin Kun looked at the group of ghost messengers angrily: "This villa is full of ghost hunters, you just jump around like this at night, be careful that you will be killed by someone."

The wedding dress ghost giggled: "So, I can't come out in the mirror, no one can feel my ghostly aura."

The skinning ghost didn't care and said, "Our human skin can cover the yin energy now, don't be afraid."

Niu Meng was taken aback for a moment, as if he had no way to stop the ghost energy.

But thinking that I am a genuine ghost messenger from Fengdu, I felt a little more at ease, and continued to browse the webpage.

At the end of Qin Kun's bed, Monk Shui sat cross-legged.

The 29th-level water monk will immediately be promoted to the level of evil ghost. The light of the Buddha shines everywhere, just like an eminent monk, full of ghost energy.

"Amitabha, master, the monk has something to say and doesn't know whether to say it or not."

"Then stop talking."

Water Monk: "..."

Monk Shui: "The monk must speak!"

Qin Kun's ghost servants, the skinned ghost, like to chat the most, but they win because of their winks. Monk Shui is a chatterbox, and some words are suffocated in his stomach.

This is also related to the fact that he has not spoken in the water for 30 years.

"Just say what you want..." Qin Kun said.