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

"Hold on."

Three hands looked at Qin Kun, with anger in their eyes: "What else do you want? After Master led me in, I returned all the things I stole..."

Li Cunyi also sneered: "Yes, yes, they are all worthless things, and there are some food, just begging for food, the old man also advanced the money, and returned it to the owner..."

Qin Kun said: "Let him come to the Headquarters of Spiritual Investigation. I may need it."

After finishing speaking, Qin Kun patted Sanshou on the shoulder: "You earned your face yourself. It wasn't your master who led you into the path of life and death. You are a member of this place. Without everyone's approval, you are nothing."

The three-handed anger disappeared, and he gradually became confused. He didn't know what this person meant. It seemed that he wanted to join another place?

Qin Kun's smile remained unchanged. He could see that Li Cunyi would not have accepted such an apprentice if he hadn't wanted to persuade young people to return to their lost ways.Although his mental strength is very special, he seems to be able to control the breath of the whole body to converge, but this kind of ability cannot compete with ghosts head-on.Instead of doing this, it's better to add some manpower to the General Bureau of Spiritual Investigation, sit in one side, and play a better role than it is now.

0840 - Mt. Fuyu

The first day of Dan's meeting was very lively.

Those who knew and those who didn't know gathered together, four Fengdu disciples also came, and three observers from the General Bureau of Spiritual Investigation came.

In the unopened area, the wing rooms are limited, and the disciples and elders of Sanshan, Sansi, and Sanguan reluctantly live in the mountain, and the remaining small sects have arranged accommodation for them at the foot of the mountain.

In the evening, the sky was dark.

Walking on the mountain road, Wang Gan rubbed his stomach with an extremely excited expression: "Qin Heigou, just tell me if the afternoon meal is good or not!"

Qin Kun also licked his lips with endless aftertaste.

The afternoon meal is a vegetarian meal made by a holy monk. It tastes so good that people want to swallow it with their tongues. Vegetarian chicken, vegetarian fish, Buddha jumps over the wall, vegetarian three delicacies, eight treasures and nine treasures, and vegetarian wine, he never thought of it. Master, I won’t mention the ghost hunting skills first, and the cooking skills can be so superb.

"I didn't expect it, I didn't expect it... Uncle Ge, did the holy monk really make it himself?"

Ge Zhan walked in front of the group of people, and snorted: "This monk has made a lot of good friends because of his cooking skills. In the past, Zuo Jinchen and Chao Zhen, two old things, were not even Yang Shen in the way of life and death. No matter how convinced you are, just obey the old monk."

Such thorny seniors as Xuanru and Huapixian all admire the craftsmanship of the holy monk, so it is conceivable how tempting food is.

A group of people in Fuyu Mountain were walking on the mountain road. They were chatting about lunch and regret not seeing the holy monk himself. Han Yao felt a little uncomfortable seeing the gloomy and cold environment around him.This is obviously a small path in Shanyin, surrounded by ghosts. According to experience, many people have died here.

The shadows of the trees whirled, and the moonlight stretched their figures very long. No one had a flashlight here, and the road ahead was getting darker and darker.

Han Yao opened his mouth and said cautiously, "Master Ge, where are we going?"

After walking for more than half an hour, the sun has set from dusk to now, and the road is getting more and more sideways. Ge Zhan said that they will not live in Maoshan tonight, and it doesn't look like the way down the mountain.

"go home."

After Ge Zhan finished answering, everyone was startled.

Family?

In this group of people, except for Qin Kun, all the others are basically passed down by blood for three generations. Wang Gan is an orphan, Han Yao is an orphan, Cui Honghu is an orphan, and Chai Ziyue's grandfather and old aunt Chai Qingrong were picked up by the Zhong family. .Chu Qianxun's grandfather, Old Immortal Chu, was picked up by Zhu Zong. Li Chong and Jing Sansheng are father and son, but Jing Sansheng was picked up by Dou Zong.

For such a large group of people, home is their sect.

And there is probably only one place in the world that can include everyone and call it home.

Fuyu Mountain.

This road leads to Mt. Buyeo!

I don't know how many years the name of Zongmen has been hung on them, but in fact, very few people have actually been to Mount Fuyu.

The initial division of the Southern Sect and the Northern Sect was to stabilize the life and death of the North and the South. Later, it became a division of ideas. After they left Fuyu Mountain, they never went back. But after a thousand years, this place is still in the territory of Huaxia and belongs to them. Home.

Everyone became solemn at the same time.

This road up the mountain has been deserted for a long time, and Ge Zhan sighed while walking.After Fang Yantian, the celestial master of Maoshan Mountain, held the Maoshan Pill Meeting, they came to the meeting with Yang Shen. After that, everyone raised money and hired people to build the mountain road. In a flash, it has been 70 years.

The mountain road is made of bluestone and overgrown with weeds.Back then when everyone was poor, Yang Shen took the lead and used his savings to build this mountain road, just to make it easier for people who came later to go home.

As he walked, Ge Zhan cried uncontrollably.

The cry was inexplicable.

At first, he sobbed softly, but when he walked to the end of the mountain road and saw a dilapidated Taoist temple, he began to cry.

Ge Zhan has only been to this place twice, the first time was the Maoshan Danhui back then, and the second time is now.No one could understand Ge Zhan's mood. The old Dragon King wiped his tears. Among his peers, Zuo Jinchen was the only one left abroad, and an indescribable sense of loneliness swept over his body.

"Master...take care of yourself..."

Jing Sansheng, Chu Dao, and Yu Yuexian stepped forward to comfort him. Besides, there were a few phantoms beside the Taoist temple, secretly looking at Ge Zhan.

Ugh……

Qin Kun rubbed his eyes, who can understand this loneliness.Chu Qianxun couldn't help crying, and Chai Ziyue, the two women, seemed to have been infected by Ge Zhan after coming here, and found a place where they could let go of their defenses and strength.

"D-why are you crying..."

Li Chong licked his smoke-stained teeth, his nose was sour, his eyes were red, and he looked at Qin Kun incomprehensibly: "Why are they crying?"

"Then why are you crying?"

Li Chong took a puff of cigarette, curled his lips and said, "Smoky."

This is a mountainside with a flat terrain. Although it is not at the top, it is very close to the starry sky. There are so many stars, and under the sky, there is a different feeling lingering.

Here there is sadness, loneliness, and longing, and there is peace of mind, release, and belonging.

Every plant, every tree, every brick and every tile, ruined temples and Taoist temples, bluestones and moss, seem to belong to them.

This is Mount Fuyu, and they are all disciples of Mount Fuyu, they share weal and woe and are closely related.

The breeze blew a stone clean, Qin Kun lay on the stone and closed his eyes.

This peace of mind is my hometown.

Nothing could be more appropriate than this sentence.

In the Taoist temple, Chu Qianxun put out the oil lamp, Han Yao put on the tribute, Li Chong went to make the bed, Wang Gan threw a cleansing talisman into the wing room, and found that he had to clean it up by himself.A brat like Cui Honghu has grown up a bit this year, helping everyone with their work.The young disciples of Mount Fuyu kept their homes in perfect order.

A phantom leaned over his head and looked at Qin Kun.

The phantom blue face with long fangs waved curiously in front of Qin Kun.

Qin Kun was lying on the bluestone. The bluestone was warmed by the sun during the day, and the heat went straight to his back, making him very warm. He opened one eye and said, "Is there something wrong?"

"No...it's okay...meet the master..."

It was a wild ghost, and he was startled. He found that Qin Kun's eyes were sharp, he was a little scared, and seemed to want to run away.

Qin Kun sat up, handed over half a wad of coins and said, "Don't be afraid, I'll ask you something."

Mingbi's spiritual power was pure, and the wild ghost stopped in his tracks, a little greedy, so he took it boldly, and shrank his head and said: "Master, please tell me."

"Are you here?"

"Yes... the young one was born in the Hongwu period. After his death, he wandered around and entered Maoshan by mistake. The celestial masters of Maoshan saw that the young one had no bad karma, so they told him to live on this mountain."

"Why do you call me Guru?" Qin Kun thought that his aura was concealed pretty well, and he didn't dress up like a Taoist, so he was obviously no different from a tourist.Why is he so sure.

"The master was joking, and the young ones sometimes sneak off to Maoshan to catch incense and eat... Your feeling is very similar to that of the masters in Maoshan." The wild ghost paused, looked at the Taoist temple and the wing room, " I'm afraid these people are Taoist masters, right?"

Qin Kun smiled: "Well, this mountain belongs to our family. Come back today and have a look."

"Ah? But there is a king on this mountain...how could it belong to your family?"

king?

Before Qin Kun realized it, Li Chong, who was going to the bathroom outside, suddenly shouted: "Qin Kun! Copy the guy over here to help, there is a big guy!!!"

Qin Kun took three steps and two steps, and quickly ran towards the direction Li Chong was calling.

I saw a male ghost holding a mountain axe, sitting on the wall not far away, looking at them with an unshaven beard, with a sneer on the corner of his mouth.

"Fuyu Mountain junior, don't you know me?!"

"Recognize your mother's size, dare to report a name!"

Li Chong was furious, Qin Kun glanced at him and found that this guy had urinated on his shoe, no wonder he was so angry.

Chapter 0841 Seven dogs, the number one ghost

That male ghost had horseshoe prints all over his body. Even if he hid his death, the horseshoe prints couldn't be hidden.

The long hair is messy, the forehead is wiped, and the beard looks rough, but the face is thin, and the murderous look is restrained.

Behind Li Chong, the curse ghost appeared. The curse ghost was lying on Li Chong's back, her face was covered with strange lines. She brushed her long hair from her forehead and looked at the male ghost. She smiled sinisterly, as if she was cheering for Li Chong. .

Behind Han Yao, the Furnace Ghost appeared.

Behind Cui Honghu, the three-eyed ghost appeared.

Behind Wang Gan, Fei Lei Zong appeared.

Behind Chai Ziyue, the Lingling Ghost appeared.

Behind Chu Qianxun, the corpse lamp ghost appeared.

Behind Qin Kun, stood a demon bull, with bull eyes sizing him up indifferently.

"Haha, are there more people than people?"

The male ghost was carrying a big axe, pointed his thumb at himself, and raised his mouth, "A certain number one ghost messenger under the command of 'Buddha's Enemy', Blood Ax Ghost King, little ones, come out!"

The male ghost with the big axe was full of evil spirits, but for some reason, ghost spirits were the fluctuations of wild ghosts. He let out a yell, and several phantoms around him appeared one after another.

The second ghost appeared, with a human-looking appearance, covered with needles and threads, the threads passed through the flesh, and the needles hung on the threads, protruding from all parts of the body like tassels, as if covered with hair, and the same was true on the face.

"The number one ghost messenger under the command of 'Xuandu Shenhou', the silk-wrapping ghost king." His mouth was sewn shut, and the needles and threads on his mouth opened and closed when he spoke. Although his expression was normal, the dense mess of threads all over his body made his scalp numb.

The third ghost yawned, his face was as white as paper, and Qin Kuntian noticed that there was a wound on his back from the back of his head to the tailbone, exposing the entire spine.

"Boss, what are you arguing about... who is your younger brother... what are you!"

The white-faced ghost gave the big ax male ghost a disdainful look, then raised his eyelids, looked at Qin Kun and the others and their ghost messenger, and there was some light in his eyes: "Hey, it's been a while since no one came. Look at your ghosts. They are all young men of Mount Fuyu? Have you heard of me? The number one ghost under the 'Shenwu Taizu' is the White Ridge Ghost King."

The fourth ghost was solid, half of its face seemed to have been baked in the fire, its eyeballs were shriveled, and its lips were completely burned. The next moment, a veil hung down, and half of the face towel covered the half of its ferocious face. The scholar said politely: "'Yan Juan' is the number one ghost messenger, the king of half-evil ghosts."

The fifth ghost was tall, nearly two meters tall. He picked up a pole with human heads inside the two frames. He was wearing straw sandals under his feet, his finger bones were worn out, and his pure white toes were pierced through the straw sandals. He wiped his sweat and smiled. : "The number one ghost messenger under the command of 'Mountain King Kong', the ghost king of the mountain."

The sixth ghost was naked and wet, obviously a drowned ghost. He carried a harpoon and wore a bamboo hat. When he walked, ripples like water patterns appeared in the void.

"Fuyu Mountain has a descendant? Don't you want to give incense to grandpa? Grandpa is the number one ghost messenger under the command of 'Qingxuanhai', the ghost king of Fanjiang."

The seventh ghost was extremely ugly, not human-like at all, with two short halberds hanging from its waist, blue muscles, and an animal skin skirt, with bare feet on the ground, copper rings on its limbs, and protruding fangs.

As soon as he appeared, Niu Meng was shocked: "Yasha?"

Yaksha?

Qin Kun was stunned, black and white are impermanent, with a bull's head and a horse's face, traveling by day and night, Yasha Rakshasa, that's a bad mistake!This guy is Yasha?Doesn't it mean that he was not a normal person during his lifetime, but an aborigine of Yincao?

"Jiejiejiejie, the bull devil? Interesting... I can actually see the bull devil here?!" the Yaksha excitedly said.

The Bull Demon was stunned, loosened the arm around his chest, and said in a tongue-twisting way: "My lord... of the eight dragons who can call me my lord, are you... King Ming?"

"Naturally! This seat is the number one ghost messenger under the command of 'Wanshu Daoist', so is King Yashaming. Are you a descendant of Mount Fuyu?"

Seven ghosts, one fierce ghost, and six wild ghosts, all of them reported their families as ghost servants who had accompanied Tengu's subordinates.

Except for the first-generation companion Tengu, the previous generation companion Tengu, and himself, Qin Kun discovered that they were all present!

'Buddha Enemy' Yu Wenke, 'Xuandu Shenhou' Gongsun Feimao, 'Shenwu Taizu' Guo Wei, 'Yan Judgment' Bao Xiren, 'Mountain King Kong' Du Xingyun, 'Qingxuanhai' Ma Yongjiang, 'Wanshu Immortal' "Wu Yunzi, all seven ghost messengers are here?

The air is quiet.

Not only did Li Chong lose his anger, but he also lost his desire to urinate. With his mouth pounding, his heart pounding, he muttered, "It's such a big deal... This is the first time I've seen a ghost put on a show..."

The seven ghosts, the most powerful one is probably not as strong as the sixteenth brother, but his aura is different, as if he is confident that he can slaughter a ghost city.

The Blood Ax Ghost King smiled, and raised his chin to signal Li Chong: "Didn't you just ask a certain registration number to come down? Have a fight?"

Li Chong was so angry that he rolled his eyes at the other party: "Hit? That's bullying you."

The White Ridge Ghost King turned pale, and clicked his tongue: "Young students, it's not that we brag, you really won't necessarily bully us."

The half-faced half-evil ghost king, and the scholar-like male ghost nodded: "Yes."

The Tiaoshan Ghost King, who was carrying a shoulder pole, smiled honestly: "Don't mention beating and killing, is there any incense?"

"Yes, that's the point." The silk-wrapped ghost king, covered in needles, swayed with his body, and could still hear the subtle sound of needlepoints colliding.

The two sides were in a stalemate, and Qin Kun was a little dumbfounded. Is it appropriate for a group of wild ghosts to boast so loudly?Blatantly asking for incense?Sure enough, I am familiar...

There is only Wuyunzi's Yasha Mingwang, who is now barely the wave of a ghost, and the others, the kind who feel like they will die when they spit out their yang energy.