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

Wang Gan was curious: "If it's not an earthquake, what else could it be? Why is there such a big commotion?"

It was sunny in the afternoon, and everyone noticed that the birds were circling over the nine peaks of Maoshan Mountain, singing in unison.Trees in the mountains and even flowers sway with the wind, and a cloud of purple mist rises from the mountain stream, rushing straight to the sky, and after being stirred by the wind, it looks like a fairy mist hovering over the mountain peak.

Nie Yuxuan sipped his wine at the side, looked at the vision all over the sky, and smacked his tongue and said, "Purple air is coming from the east, thousands of birds are spinning in the sky, all trees bow their heads, and flowers and plants bow their heads. This is a sign of auspiciousness coming to the world. How can this be an earthquake? It's clear." It’s those old men in Maoshan who started alchemy!”

At this moment, in the Pill Cave, Pingfeng Daoist's sleeves and gown bulged without wind, his index finger and middle finger moved together, and he grasped the formula.The dragon and tiger tattoos on both arms were exposed, and a surge of spiritual power surged out of his body, blowing away his hair.At the same time, 36 burners of cigarettes filled the cave, and one hundred and eight dry threads were tightened to cut off the giant butter candle.

In an instant, Master Pingfeng grasped the empty place beside him with his right hand, and started with a pottery sword.Then, he reached into the green smoke with his left hand, grabbed a ball of flames, and when the flames burned out, three talisman papers appeared. This talisman was quite different from Wang Gan's talisman paper. Seal script is the list of gods.

Zhen Pingfeng muttered something in his mouth.

"The talisman from the Shangqing, the emperor please seal the seal (zhuan)! Ziqi Xuan Palace, lend me a spiritual official!"

"Maoshan Gansi Juan Huo, Eighteen Hells Refining Heart Demons!"

"Disciple Qiu Huaqing, I implore Lord Huode Xing to lend his strength!"

Right now, Master Pingfeng is no different from those magic sticks and swindlers in the Jianghu, with disheveled hair, not only pinching the formulas, chanting words, but also stepping on the ground with one foot at high frequency, shaking his head and shaking his head.

For the three talisman seals, one invites Shangqing Lingbao Tianzun, the second invites the Great Emperor Yincao Fengdu, and the third invites the three Huode Xingjun.

Then, the three talisman seals were lifted up by Master Pingfeng, Tao Jian accurately pierced the talisman seals, and the talisman seals quickly turned into fly ash, hovering in the cave with the green smoke.

In the middle of the cave, a quaint cauldron suddenly ignited the fire, the flames in the furnace rushed to the face, and the heat was steaming.

The Daoist Chasing Thunder and the Red Copper Daoist next to him opened the two porcelain bottles at the same time, and quickly poured the liquid inside into the furnace.

The originally smoky cave was hot and dry, but as the liquid poured into the furnace, the temperature plummeted, as if falling into an ice cellar, densely covered with goose bumps, followed by countless faint screams.

The scenery in the cave changed strangely, and the liquid that was poured into the furnace was just the ghost generals caught in the Eighteenth Prison, so the illusions in the cave appeared one after another.Master Pingfeng's face was heavy, he looked at Master Zhui Lei and Master Red Copper, and said solemnly: "Please protect the Dharma, brothers and sisters."

The two replied solemnly: "Follow the orders of the head!"

Daoist Pingfeng who made alchemy did not dare to be sloppy, the yang energy on his body and the karmic fire in his body controlled the temperature of the alchemy furnace.

Surrounded by hell, countless ugly, gloomy, and terrifying ghosts appeared.

In this chaotic world, the black wind is stirring, the stench is blowing, and the smell of blood and all kinds of negative emotions are like a tide.

The lonely figures of the three of them seemed insignificant in this world.

The magic weapon in the hands of Daoist Zhui Lei is a peach stick, which was once a piece of wood struck by lightning, which was obtained by the ancestors of Maoshan and has been passed down for 700 years.

Seeing countless ghosts in this square of heaven and earth, and smelling the fragrance of pills swarming in, he immediately pinched out the magic formula, swung his staff to sweep away, and snorted coldly, "How dare you use tricks to deceive the poor? "

These ghost images are formed by the disorderly combination of the consciousness of those ghost generals. Maoshan Taoist practice is based on the preservation of gods and blessings. What is a god?It is the self-consciousness, these ghost tricks will not work at all for the Daoist Daoist Chasing Lei.

The same is true of the red copper real person on the other side. The magic weapon and treasure in his hand are pierced end to end with red thread, or he holds it in his hand as a talisman sword, or wraps it around his wrist as an armguard.Those guys in the illusion were not all-in-one enemies at all, and the ghosts killed in the first wave were quickly eliminated.

The Red Copper Master was breathing a sigh of relief, when he suddenly heard the sound of a crack in the back of his head, he turned his head and found that his brother Chasing Lei Master was holding the mahogany staff tightly, swung it round and hit him.

"How brave!"

The copper coin in his hand was wrapped around the neck of Daoist Lei Zhui like a saw chain, and when he pulled hard, the sharp copper coin directly wrung the head of Daoist Lei Lei.

Red Copper Daoist smiled disdainfully, the body of Daoist Lei Chaser disappeared on the ground, and not far away, the real Daoist Lei Chaser appeared.

"Junior brother, I just saw that you were distracted for a moment, is your mind alright?"

The red copper real person replied: "Don't worry, brother, I don't pay attention to these ghost tricks."

Those ghost generals were already at the end of their battles, and the damage caused by the transfigured things was extremely limited. The two of them stood beside the real Pingfeng, and after clearing them three times in a row, no more messy mirages dared to attack them wantonly.

In the furnace, Danxiang had already appeared, Master Pingfeng ignored everything that appeared around him from the beginning to the end, the two of them saw Master Pingfeng controlling the furnace, they paused in a trance, suddenly something was wrong, they saw Pingfeng Blood color appeared in the real person's eyes.Then with a nervous smile, Tao Jian, who was originally controlling the fire, stabbed towards the red copper real person without warning.

"Sect Master Senior Brother!"

The magic treasure money in the hands of the real red copper turned with his wrist, and the copper coins connected end to end, turning into a shield, blocking the sword of the real Pingfeng, and at the same time shouted at the real chasing thunder, "Eldest brother, wake up your soul!"

Real Chasing Thunder comprehended, and the peach stick swung down in the air, hitting the shoulder blade of the real Pingfeng, but it stopped firmly in the ear of the real Pingfeng, and then a burst of spiritual power turned into thunder in the palm of his hand, and slapped the peach stick hard.

This mahogany stick made of lightning strike wood, like a loudspeaker, rapidly amplifies the thunder in the palm of the hand, and with a bang, Master Pingfeng shuddered all over, his nervous smile and the blood red under his eyes quickly faded, and the cold sweat on his back Straight forward, he nodded towards the two, "Thank you, brother and brother, for your help!"

……

All the dangers in the cave are unknown to the outside world.

Qin Kun and his party on Fuyu Mountain saw that the direction of Yongling Spring was like a big incense burner, and the mist kept gushing out, but it was just auspicious purple air, but now it suddenly became gray, and the sky hovered. The birds also uttered mournful wailing and scattered in all directions.

Qin Kun didn't know alchemy, so he looked at Uncle Ge basking in the sun on Fuyu Mountain and asked worriedly, "Uncle Ge, nothing will happen to alchemy, right?"

Old God Ge Zhan said: "I don't know either. But Maoshan has been the birthplace of the Danding School since ancient times, no matter what happens, there will be no mistakes in this kind of thing."

None of the people here are proficient in alchemy, and the alchemy scrolls are said to have disappeared at the end of the Wei and Jin Dynasties.Whether those three seniors in Maoshan could refine the alchemy, none of them knew.

But not long after, the gray mist over Yongling Spring suddenly lightened.The previous purple air appeared again, and with the auspicious appearance just now, everyone on the mountain who saw this purpose breathed a sigh of relief at the same time.

Dan made it.

Chapter 0869 Huaize ghost king, in action

Yanjing, Headquarters of Spiritual Investigation.

Feng Qiang held the document on the table, it was sent by three investigators in Maoshan, and Maoshan Dan was completed.

Feng Qiang has always been too lazy to bother with such matters. Even if they refine drugs, as long as they don't endanger the society, they have nothing to do with him.The Dao of Life and Death is the traditional arena, where everyone wants only a status in this circle, as well as fulfilling the obligation of stability of yin and yang, which coincides with the purpose of the General Bureau of Spiritual Investigation.

So as long as they continue to keep a low profile and keep a secret, the Spirit Detective Bureau will not interfere in all their affairs.

After Feng Qiang finished reading the document, he handed another copy in front of him, top secret.

Feng Qiang was taken aback. This kind of document had never appeared on his desk. I heard that the last time a top-secret document appeared was when Wuliu Chuangu first entered China.

"go out."

"Yes."

This underground office is hung with light bulbs, and there is no natural light. Feng Qiang opened the file bag, and there was only a piece of paper inside. The text on it seemed to describe the incident in detail, and it was pitiful.

Feng Qiang slammed his fist on the desk: "Damn!!! What is Huaize Ghost King?"

"Huai Ze Ghost King? Hahahaha, that is the most cunning ghost king I have ever seen, Feng Qiang, have you met him?"

A sneer came from the wall, and the veins on Feng Qiang's forehead burst out.

He lit a cigarette, and limped to the bookshelf. The bookshelf was pushed open, and there was an iron door inside. There was an array of gossip symbols on the door. Every time there was a sound from the door, the gossip symbols would swell like a gust of wind. Up, almost to be topped off.

"Just say what you know, don't make everyone unhappy!"

With a dark face, Feng Qiang walked in with his gloves on, and the sound of fists and kicks sounded inside, and at the same time, the sound was even harsher.

"Speak? Is it useful to say it? That guy has been under Fang Yantian's nose for so many years, and Yang Shen didn't find anything wrong with him, and he is extremely cunning. What do you want to know?"

Feng Qiang was tongue-tied.

The sound of smoking was very frequent, inhaling and then exhaling, Feng Qiang suppressed his anger, and said in a low voice: "There is news that Huaize Ghost King, Onmyoji, and Black Soul Apostle have been connected one after another, and they are going to use them to break the seal of Wuwei Mountain."

The jeers stagnated.

After a while, the voice changed from ridicule to seriousness: "Is he crazy? Such a cunning ghost king, who has been in the world for hundreds of years, and even became a city god, has no reason to choose this way of death! He has no shortage Enshrined, not lacking in strength, what exactly does he want to do?"

"How do I know what he wants to do?! How will that guy deal with it? You tell me, before I leave office, I will let you out!"

Feng Qiang followed the way with kindness and guidance.

The voice suddenly laughed bleakly, with resentment: "Get out? I look like a human, a ghost, how can I get out? How can you let me have the face to go out!!!"

If someone peeks through the crack of the door, they will definitely see a horror scene.

In front of Feng Qiang was a paper man with a pale face, wearing a powder puff, a red coat and green trousers, and his mouth was curled upwards. His face was burnt with cigarette butts and had many holes, no different from a honeycomb.

On the wall next to it is a portrait of Nurhachi, which was given to Feng Qiang by Qin Kun. At this moment, in the portrait, Nurhachi was kicked off his horse, sitting on a stone with a grass branch in his mouth, and was immediately replaced by a The old man with disheveled hair was roaring at Feng Qiang.

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The area around Huai Ze, where the north and the south meet, has always been prosperous.

There are ancient buildings with historical colors and magnificent high-rise buildings. Even the old streets have many modern styles.

There are hundreds of various activities in the old street every year. In order to promote the continuous growth of the flow of people, some activities that young people like will also be held.

A large-scale comic exhibition has just come to an end, and on the streets in the afternoon, the faces of the young people are full of unsatisfactory expressions.

Two handsome men dressed as onmyojis, wearing black hats and holding small fans, walked on the street. Next to them was a man dressed as a city god. Next to the city god was a monster with eight arms and a very tall man. Disgusting scholar.

"Ah! Onmyoji! So handsome~"

"Let's go, let's take a photo together?"

"Huh... I won't go, what do you think those guys next to them are? A City God, two monsters?"

"What's wrong with the monster, it's so cool! Look at the guy with eight arms, just like the boss in the game. Although the cosplayer doesn't know who it is, he must have worked hard!"

The Onmyoji and the City God were walking on the road, and the City God accompanied him with a smile on his face: "Master Onmyoji, what's your suggestion?"

The Onmyoji was arrogant, smiling faintly, speaking in substandard Mandarin.

"Huaxia's Dao of Life and Death has always been on the wrong path with me and Onmyoji, but even if I have an enmity with them, why should I help you? You shouldn't ask Onmyolia to help you, a character like you, who everyone calls for beating?"

The scholar with a terrifying face, with Gu worms squirming in his mouth, said to the two of them, "Oh? Don't you want to drink a toast?"

Onmyoji stared sideways at the scholar, put away his faint smile, closed the small fan, and nodded towards his shoulder: "Tachibana Sanxiu, Yinyangliao Tianduan shikigami master, please enlighten me."

The smell of gunpowder filled the air, and those present were the three big ghosts, Huai Ze Ghost King, Eight-armed Demon, and Gu Xiucai.

Gu Xiucai's eyes were focused into needles, and just about to make a move, a group of young people came suddenly, and most of the young people looked at the two onmyojis expectantly and said, "Can I take a photo with you?"

Huai Ze Ghost King and the three were separated, the two onmyojis squinted at Gu Xiucai, turned their heads and smiled, and nodded.

A group of young people who were not in a good mood chose the eight-armed demon and Gu Xiucai to take a group photo, holding their arms, their hands were cold, and the two ghosts restrained their ghost energy as much as possible under the signal of Huai Ze Ghost King, so as not to escape.

As for Huai Ze Ghost King's weird attire, it's rare for everyone to see such a cosplayer dressed in a city god's attire, and everyone ignores him.

After taking a group photo, the two onmyoji found that the three big ghosts had left.

……

At night, a hotel apartment.

In the room, an onmyoji took off his black hat and smiled disdainfully: "Mr. Lihua, Huaxia is really a magical place. The three evil spirits dare to make deals with the onmyoji."

The onmyoji named Tachibana Sanxiu twitched his lips and flicked his fingers on his phone. He added a lot of Chinese girls today, and he was chatting with a few of them tonight. He will be leaving tomorrow.

Tachibana Mihide quickly returned the message with his fingers, and at the same time said to his colleagues: "Mr. Miki, you have to know that Huaxia's Dao of Life and Death organization can be chaotic, and naturally it is not as good as our Yinyang Liao. The organization under control is like this today. Strange things, not surprising."

Tachibana Mihide snapped his fingers as he spoke, and a smile unconsciously appeared on his handsome face: "Miki-kun, I may not be coming back tonight."

Mihide Tachibana opened the closet, her smile froze suddenly.

A man bleeding from all seven orifices was standing in the closet, his hair was wet and messy, and his body was emitting a stench—it was Miki-kun!

Tachibana Mihide turned his head, another Miki-kun smiled: "Aren't you coming back? Where are you going?"

……

At this moment, Wei Stan is in an underground casino in Huai Ze. This foreigner is wearing a thick ring and necklace, which has attracted the attention of many high-rollers.

"Oh, sorry. I won again."

Wistan smiled and rewarded his bodyguard with a lot of chips, his smile was very hateful.

The croupier and the secret agents of the casino have been watching him for a long time, and he hasn't made a move. This man is a great gambler. Their faces are ugly. Could it be that he was sent by his opponent to smash the game?

"Pause first, send someone to invite Mr. Howson."

There was a voice in the earphones of Anshao and the dealer.

The croupier smiled gracefully at Wistan: "Dear guest, I admire your gambling skills very much. In our casino, there is a gentleman who wants to learn two tricks with you. I don't know if it is feasible? If you win, you can win three times , you lose, as much or as much as you want."

"Oh? A deal without losing money? Yes."

Wistan was smoking a cigar, showing his white teeth.

After a while, a blond old man appeared. The old man only had seven fingers left, but he was still elegant and bowed to Weinstein.

Wistan smiled and was about to place a bet when he suddenly received a call.

"Weistein, you were targeted by the Japanese Onmyoji for your evil deeds in Asia. They followed you to China. If you want to live, leave the casino immediately and come to Chenghuang Old Street to meet me."

Wistan was taken aback, with an unbelievable expression on his face.

Chapter 0870 Fighting