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

The monk is only in his 40s, his old eyes are dark, and Qin Kun is hairy all over.

This is the terrifying blood-cutting leader?Why does it feel a little empty without Uncle Ge in charge...

"I'm here to do something." Qin Kun really wanted to roar, don't stare at me like that, but he was a little scared.If you are in danger, come to someone else's territory, and dare to provoke the other party, you are looking for death.

Outside Bailong Temple, Ning Buwei persuaded himself several times, but he hesitated, but the system gave him a task, what can he do?Now I can only pray that I am not the kind of monk who kills life.

Monk Bujie smiled slightly: "Don't be afraid of Tanyue, the Buddhist gate welcomes guests, and does not use weapons. If there is anything, come in and discuss it in detail."

Monk Bujie led Qin Kun into Bailong Temple.

The Bailong Temple at this time is far inferior to the one I went to the first time. It is white, solemn, with dirty walls and dirty ground. There is no holiness that has been washed away. Instead, it looks like a sloppy temple. .

Following Bujie, the breath of Bujie has been locked on him, the indifferent coercion is particularly terrifying, as if he will die if he exerts force.

Qin Kun's heart was pounding. To be honest, this feeling of being involuntary was very bad.

"My monastery is not well-known, and the incense is acceptable. There are many famous scholars and elders who come from south to north. First, they come to view paintings, and second, they come to view stones. Dare I ask what is the purpose of Tanyue?"

Without stopping to get straight to the point, Qin Kun also took a deep breath: "Guanshi, I know where it is."

"Hehe, since that's the case, the poor monk won't accompany you. How can Tan Yue give up the three sticks of incense in front of the Buddha?"

Qin Kun took out all the Ming coins in his backpack and handed them over: "Be polite and sincere."

Bujie smiled and collected the incense, stepped on the lotus and left.

Without quitting and leaving, the pressure suddenly disappeared, and Qin Kun found that his back was soaked at some point.

This is the strength of the monk who does not quit?

Decades later, when his sharpness has been hidden, how arrogant is he?

Qin Kun shuddered. The southern sect and the northern sect, the one with the worst energy-raising skills is Dou Zong. Ge Zhan's dragon power is often released involuntarily, but Qin Kun found that Ge Zhan's majesty oppresses people, and there is no refraining from it. strong.What level of monster is that non-disciplined monk...

After Feng Du watched Hua Pixian turn into a Taiji demon, he didn't seem to have such deterrent power... Qin Kun didn't believe that a blood-cutting Taoist soldier would be as tall as a celestial master, which is unscientific.

If this is not the case, is it possible that he beat me in some respects?

After getting rid of all distracting thoughts, Qin Kun walked slowly inside the temple.

In this area, dozens of ghosts are comprehending the murals, and there are a few more shadows of ghosts.What these ghosts looked at seemed to be a picture of the scriptures of hell, and the misery of ten thousand prisons was painted on the mural. Qin Kun was a little surprised. He had never seen these when he came to Bailong Temple.

The ghosts looking at the murals have pious expressions and solemn eyes. When they arrive here, all the ghosts have covered up their dead faces. Both men and women are bald and lined up facing the wall.

Near some old trees, a stone wall stood alone.Three feet away, there are no ghosts.

Walking into the stone wall, the patterns carved on it are lifelike.

Luo Weiluo, Momian Credit, Di Liche, Guan Liduo, and Ni Liye.

Corresponding to Asura, Human, Animal, Hungry Ghost, Hell.

Last time, the stone wall belonging to the Dao of Heaven was smashed into pieces. This time, Qin Kun saw the complete stone wall. However, nothing was carved on the stone wall depicting the Dao of Heaven.

"This...how is it light?"

Qin Kun's eyes were straight, and he stood motionless in front of the six stone walls.

Chapter 0474 Dharma Protection

'Phase [-]: Go to Bailong Temple and comprehend the Stele of Heaven'

The six stone walls are made up of six steles, and the stele belonging to the Dao of Heaven is as clean as paper.

How to comprehend this?

The surface of the stele was covered with dust, and Qin Kun was helpless.

To be honest, even if there are engravings on the body of the stele, he may not be able to see the clues. Qin Kun thinks that his appreciation and comprehension skills are extremely poor, but if you engrave something, maybe I can hit it by mistake and try my luck. For the scumbags, multiple-choice questions are a blessing, and quizzes are fatal.

Qin Kun broke into the Buddhist hall and saw that there were still monks meditating at Ye Wu, so he picked up those monks and took the futon from under his buttocks.

"what are you doing!"

"Why is the donor so rude?"

"What does the benefactor do with the robbers?!"

Qin Kun said: "I have a Buddha in my heart, so I naturally act in respect to the Buddha. Why not use your throne? You monopolize the throne and insult me ​​as a robber. I think you are the robber!"

After being in touch with this thing for a long time, you can learn it without a teacher. Qin Kun's two words made the monk speechless.

The monk was so angry that he saw Qin Kun go out happily and went to the next Buddhist hall.

After a while, Qin Kun collected all the futons and built a tower in front of the six stone walls. Qin Kun sat on the top of the tower, facing the Tiandao Monument.

Since it is comprehension, there must be a look of comprehension. Bodhidharma took a photo with his face against the wall, which was due to his sincerity. Qin Kun also faced the wall and meditated after hearing this story.

"Host, is that person crazy?"

"Master, who is that person?"

"Master, this person entered my Bailong Temple and disturbed the cleanliness. I suggest that he be thrown out!"

As soon as the voice fell, a young man broke in.

"I'll see who dares!!!" The voice echoed over Bailong Temple.

The leader was a young man in a black uniform with oiled hair.

Behind him, a mighty team, Yishui's black clothes, and a large number of military and police personnel followed closely behind.

The young man came to a group of monks with his hands behind his back. The soul-chasing talisman in his hand burned extremely fast, and the talisman paper caught fire in all directions.

"Hehe, it really is a place where filth is hidden!!! I will count to three and quickly back off!"

It was Feng Qiang who came.

After parting from Qin Kun in Lu Liang, Feng Qiang didn't want to see a ghost anymore.

This is a deadly thing, he rushed to Bingzhou the same day he left the ghost town, and called his old man.On the phone, Feng Qiang cried and told that he almost died and came back to fulfill his filial piety, and he also talked about the process of disappearing in the past two months, but he was scolded all over his head and face.

"When I was in the General Bureau of Spiritual Investigation, I was never so cowardly. Are you still my seed?!"

Feng Qiang's father, Feng Wenbiao, was a veteran of the General Bureau of Spiritual Investigation during the Republic of China. He didn't like Yang Shen's quack style, but was close to the temple. Treat it as a thorn in the flesh.

After experiencing the Battle of Kanto and after the Demon City Incident, Yang Shen, who was in charge at the time, even beheaded Sahalian, the last national teacher of the Qing Dynasty, and Wuliu Chuangu, the master of Yin and Yang in Yamato. His father knew that if Yang Shen didn't retire, he would be punished.

That year, the flag of the blue sky and white sun was still hanging on the city of Yanjing. Feng Qiang's father took the lead in pushing Yang Shen out of the General Bureau of Spiritual Investigation and forcing him to keep his Jianghu skills. Yang Shen left Yanjing, but Ge Zhan was left behind.I don't know if I understand what it means.

At this moment, Feng Wenbiao heard Feng Qiang's cry and wished to slap him face to face.

"Dad, it's not that I'm afraid, but you have to know the feeling of powerlessness. People really want to die, okay?"

Being imprisoned in the ghost town for nearly two months, mentally exhausted, future hopeless, coupled with the influence of ghosts, Feng Qiang managed to get out. People in the rivers and lakes look down on it.

But I'm really scared... If we meet again, without Qin Kun, what would he do at that time?This is in vain! ! !

On the phone, Feng Wenbiao said: "Huh! Stop talking nonsense, and the state branch will assign you full authority to take care of your friends. We, the General Bureau of Spiritual Investigation, don't owe this group of Jianghu people any favors!"

Feng Qiang was scolded badly, and fell weakly on the chair.

"Didn't the old man always hate these Jianghu people, but from his tone, it seems that he cares about them?"

Feng Qiang didn't quite understand. After Feng Wenbiao heard that Qin Kun had gone to Sangyu City alone, his tone changed. How many people did he allocate to himself?

Feng Qiang has been his son for more than 20 years, and he knows one thing. The old man is as cautious as a fox. If he calls so many people, there must be a lot of ghosts and ghosts in this city of Sangyu!

So Feng Qiang also called his close friends and foxes.

……

"Old Gun, brother, I led the army privately. If the chief finds out, dismissal and investigation will be light! The old man at home knows that my brother may be disabled in this life..."

A middle-aged man in the army whispered.

"That's right, Lao Qiang, they all grew up in the same compound, but there are some things that we can't decide. Brother's manpower is also brought out privately, and the old man will not let us go if something happens."

Another soldier whispered.

"Old Gun, what are you doing? Did these monks break the law?"

"Don't make a big deal out of it, monk, if you fight too, my brother will look down on you."

Feng Qiang gave the two of them a blank look: "What are you talking about, did you see the person sitting on the futon? This is my brother who died once. I will borrow the two of you to fight against evil spirits and protect him."

Guardian? !

The two were taken aback for a moment, and then couldn't laugh or cry.

"Old Gun, you are spreading superstition."

"Isn't this nonsense..."

The two soldiers are not young, they are children who grew up together in the compound, if their parents know that they have done such a ridiculous thing, a whip will be light.

Feng Qiang has been in the General Bureau of Spiritual Investigation for several years, and he knows that the army formation is the best nemesis of evil spirits. The people he leads are full of blood, and even though the surroundings look eerie, they are brave and fearless.

Sure enough, it is better to have a large number of people.

"Don't mess around, even if you think I'm messing around, this matter has to be done for me, just for one night, don't ask you too much!"

Feng Qiang's attitude was tough, and the two of them had no choice but to follow suit. Brothers are busy these days, so what can they do if they don't help?

Feng Qiang's people drove away a group of monks and sat around Qin Kun. He didn't know what evil ceremony Qin Kun was doing, but today, he didn't allow anyone to disturb Qin Kun.

Feng Qiang was also a soldier. After stuffing a few packs of cigarettes, the serious atmosphere was diluted a bit. Feng Qiang said: "Brothers, let's not make trouble today. Just sit here for the night. Don't ask too much about the rest. When my surname Feng owes everyone a favor!"

Everyone nodded, and then, a strange scene appeared.

A young man was sitting on the top of the tower-shaped futon, and the courtyard was surrounded by a group of military police. If someone opened his yin and yang eyes, he could still see a group of frightened little ghosts besides the military police.

……

Qin Kun looked at the white stone tablet and wiped off the dust on it.

The dust was wiped clean, and the walls were as white as jade. Qin Kun yawned, feeling sleepy.

The way of heaven... God damn it, what is the way of heaven... It's better to sleep...

Qin Kun sat there with his eyes closed, and quickly fell asleep.

It's just that Qin Kun felt that he was falling asleep when his consciousness was hazy, but there was the sound of walking around his ears.

It's not just walking, but with the walking, there is also a flame burning, as if the sound of countless matches being struck at the same time gathers together.

anyone there?But he seemed to be asleep, how could there be anyone around him?

Qin Kun opened his eyes, the futon under his buttocks was gone.

The chattering monks around were gone.

He stood in front of the six stone walls, as if everything just now was a big dream.

Behind him, someone came.

The man had half-long hair, looked like an old artist, and had a beard.

Every time the old man took a step, a blooming lotus appeared behind him. He came to Qin Kun and moved his fingers lightly.

With a sound of 'tearing', Qin Kun's backpack was cut open, and a razor flew out.

The old man sighed a little, stroked the handle of the knife, raised his head and smiled slightly: "Shave your head? Young man."

Chapter 0475 Are you alone or together?

The pines and cypresses in the temple grow wildly, covering the sky and the sun.

In a moment, the pines and cypresses withered and died again, and the light and shadows shuttled around, as if the timeline was passing by rapidly, but the person remained unchanged.

Qin Kun found that the stars above his head were like a time-lapse photography. The stars rotated and formed a circle. At some point behind him, there was an extra long-legged square stool, and a cloth apron was put on the arm of the old man in front of him.

The old man stroked the razor, waiting for Qin Kun's reply.

Qin Kun scratched his hair and sat on the square stool: "Shave."

"okay."

The old man smiled: "'Beat Laomo' or '怪(pang, three times) grass'?"

Hitting Laomo means shaving short hair and balding his head, while shaving grass means slender hair. After listening to the explanation, Qin Kun chose short hair.

The old man didn't have a clipper in his hand, just a razor. This razor that Qin Kun had used countless times fell into the old man's hand like a living thing.The blade shone coldly, brushed against the ear, and immediately hair fell to the ground. In front of him was a bronze mirror. In the mirror, Qin Kun found that the fine hair had been trimmed layer by layer. In the mirror, a self with neat and undisturbed hair appeared.