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

Unhurried, Qin Kun lit nine sticks of incense and piled up stones with lit yellow paper inside.Seeing the fire appear, put the written Yan Junjian into it.

Another fat woman appeared from the water, passed by Chen Dasan and the others, took a deep breath, grinned, her mouth was full of dead fish and shrimp.

"vomit--"

The stench was overwhelming, Zhang Er was about to vomit, Chen Da was extremely vigilant, and took out the knife.

"Who are you? Don't want to live?"

The fat woman noticed that the three people's shoulders were full of yang fire, her face changed, and she hurriedly walked away with a dry smile.

After Zhang Er vomited, his mouth was full of sour water, and now his heart was beating like a drum. He looked at Qin Kun and asked loudly, "The surname is Qin, who are these guys coming out of the water?"

Qin Kun blew on the nine incense sticks, wanting them to burn faster, and said while blowing: "Passing ghost."

Passers-by?

"Nonsense! Are there really ghosts in this world?"

Zhang Er tensed his muscles, with a look of disbelief.

Qin Kun turned his head and looked at each other like an idiot: "Otherwise why did you come here?"

I……

Zhang Er was tongue-tied, and Zhao San touched the back of his neck, sweating and sticky, very upset, he calmed down and sneered, "Pretending to be a ghost. The level is not bad."

Wu Senran laughed, and echoed: "This brother is well said, this surnamed Qin loves pretending to be a ghost! But I advise you, don't provoke him too much, otherwise you will have nothing to eat..."

Zhao San cursed secretly, "a raccoon of the same breed", and never spoke again.

The nine incense sticks were finally burned out, and suddenly a boat with a black awning appeared on the upper reaches of the river.

The boatman came by punting a boat, and saw the salute across the river: "Jiuyou came out of the evil water, and ferryed to Tianwaitian. Nie Shuiwu, the ferryman, greets the master."

"Let's ask you, can these people on the shore be ferryed?" Qin Kun asked.

The boatman nodded and laughed loudly: "Does the master look down on our Nie Shuiwu? Of course you can!"

Qin Kun looked at the black-covered boat and asked, "How can people stand in this place?"

"Master, don't worry!"

With two fingers stuck in his mouth, the boatman blew a whistle and shouted, "Guys, let's ride the boat and drink good wine!"

In the upper reaches of the river, a big ship went down the river.

Everyone on the shore thought they were dazzled.

When I saw the boat, it was still at the end of my sight, and within a few blinks, it was nearby.

A group of half-grown children came by sampan and were very happy.

After eating incense and collecting paper money, the children danced around Qin Kun. Qin Kun saw one of them popping out his eyes, and made several jars of fruit wine empty-handed and poured them into the river.

"Hahahahaha, the master really respects the rules of our Nie Shuiwu, this business, we will definitely not bother the master!"

The children knelt by the river, all drinking their stomachs round, and then wiped their mouths and said: "Fuck the boat, drink good wine! It's not that enemies don't get together! By the river, the road is easy to walk! Look over here, masters! You cross the river mouth! Let’s go~”

Each child dragged a person onto the sampan, and those children were so powerful that they could not refuse at all.

Seeing the sampans approaching the big boat, the children dragged them aboard, and Qin Kun also stepped onto the black-covered boat.

As soon as it stepped on it, the awning boat made a cracking sound.

The boatman was stunned, unable to laugh or cry: "I haven't asked the master's name yet!"

"Stay alone in Fuyu Town's eight wastelands, so it doesn't matter if you don't worship Sanqing. The four elephants are in my hands, and all ghosts will melt into frost on the ground!"

The boatman raised his forehead and sighed: "It turned out to be Master Qin of Fuyu Mountain! The 'Snake in the Waves' of Nie Shuiwu greeted him! Master Qin's foot, the little devil is lucky, and it's a big loss..."

The black awning boat is swaying, this is a funerary ghost weapon!Not to mention being stepped on by Qin Kun, the bow of the boat was slightly tilted, as if it might capsize in the next moment.

Qin Kun smiled and stood in the middle: "Don't be so talkative, let's sail."

Throwing a stack of coins in the past, the boatman took a deep breath and said with a grin, "Okay, Master Qin, sit down!"

The ghostly aura shot out, this boatman was obviously a ghost general!

He stabilized the hull and rowed towards his big boat calmly.

Chapter 0921 wandering ghosts, mountain pickers

Sailing at night, swimming in the Ge River.

The bright moon is shining in the sky, and the little ghost rowing the boat is very hard.

Qin Kun stood at the bow of the boat, with the river wind blowing against his face, comfortable and unrestrained, and next to him was the Snake in the Waves standing with his hands behind his back.

Qin Kun has seen the strength of the five elements of Yincao, the feet of the car and boat shop, and the boat company.

Either there are no ghosts in the water, or there are big ghosts. Snakes in the waves are ghost generals, and little ghosts rowing boats are all evil ghosts. Nie Shuiwu cannot be underestimated if so many big ghosts can be gathered together and restrained into a square force.

The green hills on both sides of the strait quickly retreated, turning into phantoms. Qin Kun didn't feel the speed of the boat, but the snake in the waves reminded: "Master, we're here soon. Further forward is someone else's territory. According to the rules, small ones can't Enter."

In 2 hours, when the boat stopped, Wushan had already passed.

Get off the boat, go ashore, the snake in the waves retreats.

Many burly men with hideous faces stretched their necks to look at the shore.

Seeing Qin Kun and his party getting off the boat, and the boat was far away, one of the men wearing straw sandals boldly stepped forward and bowed to Qin Kun: "Dare to ask the name of the master's mountain gate?"

"Fuyu Mountain, Qin Kun." After Qin Kun finished speaking, he was puzzled at the same time, "Who are you? How can you see my identity?"

The man in straw sandals was taken aback, and hurriedly said: "The fifth patriarch didn't mention bravery in moving mountains, Erlang only does hard work. Pedestrian ghosts, mountain pickers, I have seen Qin Dishi! We coolies, who are proficient in qi-watching skills, go to The master's yang energy is different, and you can tell it at a glance."

Walker?Pick a mountain guest?

The porter of Yincao and Five Elements!

Qin Kun's heart skipped a beat.

It is rumored that the porters are the most simple ghosts in the five elements of the Yin Cao. They mostly did hard work during their lifetime. After death, they became porters with the strength of their arms. Patriarch.

The five patriarchs were unsatisfactory after becoming ghosts. They wanted to blend into the world and showed favor to the Yang people, saying that they only do some hard work to make incense.

But the Maoshan Patriarch of that era disagreed and gave them a difficult problem. As long as the mountain he stipulated was moved away, he agreed to let them go to the world.

The five ghosts gritted their teeth and spent fifteen full moon nights before finally moving the mountain to the location requested by the other party, and they themselves died out of their wits.

Their behavior moved the patriarch of Maoshan, and only then recognized their status.

The 'Five Ghosts Moving Mountain Talisman' was created by the Taoist sect to commemorate these guys. This is the only underworld industry that has been sealed!

Qin Kun was very surprised. He didn't expect that there were porters in this place.

"What's the trouble, master, can I help you a little bit? Just enjoy the incense..."

The strength of these porters varies from high to low, the lowest is evil ghosts, and the highest is ghost generals, but without exception, there is no evil spirit on them. Although some guys have not concealed their deaths, if you want to get rid of those blood-stained scars, you must be honest. Undoubtedly the face.

Seeing them looking at him, Qin Kun took out three wads of coins: "Can people lift them?"

The straw sandal porter gave a dry laugh: "Master Yang Qi is very strong, and the sons and daughters are weak, and they can barely lift..."

The straw-shoe porter looked at the coins handed over by Qin Kun, but he was greedy, but he didn't dare to take them. He picked at the hem of his clothes and stood there with a smile.

Qin Kun didn't make things difficult for them, and pointed behind him: "I'll forget it, what about them?"

The straw-sandal porter stretched his neck to look, and found that it was just an ordinary man, so he smiled and said, "Of course it can be lifted. Where do you want to lift it? Do you need to tie it?"

"..." Qin Kun coughed dryly, "You don't need to be tied up, but Wushen Town is ahead?"

The straw sandal porter nodded: "Yes! It's only been two quarters of an hour!"

"Just there."

……

The land of Bashu has been beautiful and rich since ancient times.

According to the records of Huayang Guozhi, floods and droughts follow people, they don't know hunger and prudence, and there is no famine year, which is called Tianfu.This is the birthplace of Ba culture, where the Yangtze River runs across and the Three Gorges are precipitously guarded.

The geographical division of Bashu is quite obvious. Sichuan Province is Shu, and Chongqing is Ba. The Ba people are good at fighting, just like the word "Ba". The ancient meaning is a giant python that devours elephants. Tiger'.

Live as a warrior and die as a warrior.

This group of porters, regardless of dynasties in clothes and hats, there are Ba people and outsiders, but they are unified and strong. The members of the ghost tour group feel what it is like to be carried around for the first time.

The porter's back was carrying the seat, and Xu Yang sat on it, holding his assistant tightly with both hands, for fear of falling off.The moon was dark and the wind was high, here was a mountainous area, the road was steep, and one hundred meters of cliffs could be seen below. Xu Yang yelled to let him down, and the porter who was carrying him had a very hurt expression on his face.

"This can't be done...can you bear it any longer?"

"Brother, do you know that such a high cliff is too dangerous?" Xu Yang persisted.

"No, it's not dangerous... We've also moved people..."

The porter might be reluctant to let Xu Yang come down because he could not bear the incense. Qin Kun walked in front and said to the porter: "Don't pay attention to him, keep going."

Except for Xu Yang, everyone else has their own feelings.

Yuan Xinghan sat on the chair, this posture was back to back with the porter, he saw the scene behind him disappearing quickly, Fu Ling was so moved, he took out a sketch pad and drew quickly.

"Brother, how many years have you been in this business?"

While painting, Yuan Xinghan did not forget to ask the porter.

The porter thought for a while and said, "About 240 years..."

Yuan Xinghan's charcoal pen flicked and fell to the bottom of the cliff.

Okay... Director Qin used to be wary when he encountered this group of ghosts, but now he doesn't guard against them. If anyone of these old ghosts has a bit of evil thoughts, he will be thrown out.Is it really good to get along so well?

"What, what's the matter?" The porter found that Yuan Xinghan's mood was not right, and asked hurriedly.

Yuan Xinghan took a deep breath: "It's nothing. The old brother has been dead for so many years, and there is no descendant to pay homage to him? Do you still have to do hard work?"

The porter sighed and wiped the corners of his eyes: "Yes. I was originally from Qin. There was a military disaster in the year of Chongzhen, and the disaster in my hometown was caused by deserted soldiers. After death, I didn't see cattle and horses picking up black and white, so I fled all the way south. I don't know what I was running away from. , I came here later, when I met ghosts and mountain pickers, they said they were offering incense. I would die if I thought about it. I can’t be a starving ghost, right? So I voted here... It’s been more than 200 years. , the child will not be able to grow up... and now he is still eating in the grave..."

"..."

This is the first time Yuan Xinghan talked so much with ghosts, and the first time he found out that there are still old people in this group of guys. Is it so difficult to be a ghost now?Compared with the group of children who came out to earn incense on the boat just now, the children of this porter brother are really ignorant.

After comforting him a few words, Yuan Xinghan tore up the manuscript paper and drew another one.

This time, nothing has been changed, and a group of moving porters are drawn, walking on the cliff.Most of the paintings of the avant-garde school of painting have deep meanings. Yuan Xinghan smiled slyly. If this painting is successful, some painters and critics should be able to see a different expression from the painting, but they can't think of it. It is a realistic painting.

Dr. Shen yawned and sat on the chair. The porter asked curiously, "Why are you so light, sir?"

Dr. Shen lazily said: "There is not enough Yang Qi..."

The porter wondered, this is no different from having no yang energy.

The one who felt the same was Du Qinghan's porter. The girl's sitting on the chair was not the same weight as I imagined. Is it also because of the lack of yang energy in women?

Qin Kun was a little bit back today, no one could move him, so he just kept walking on the ground.

At the beginning, the straw-shoe porter refused to let him go, saying that he would climb the cliff later, which would be dangerous. Qin Kun didn't take it to heart. He climbed up the [-]-meter cliff with his bare hands. It took no effort, and the straw-shoe porter was convinced.

In 10 minutes, the mountain was overturned, another forest was passed through, and a small town in the mountain appeared.

"Master, Wushen Town has arrived."

Chapter 0922 Confused Dr. Shen

The first stop, Wushen Town.

The itineraries of the Ghost Travel Agency were all booked by Chu Qianxun's grandfather, and they have never been revised.Qin Kun didn't inquire about the intention, it was naturally the best.

Wushen Town is not big, it is located near Wushan Mountain, and it is not as backward as imagined. Qin Kun found that it seems to be a small tourist town.Modern and ancient buildings abound, and at night, you can vaguely see a good night view.

"Master, we will not go."

The porters put down the crowd and stood neatly behind the straw sandal porter, shrinking their heads and looking at Qin Kun.

Satisfied with this group of loyal old ghosts, Qin Kun threw out two stacks of Ming coins: "Don't think too little of your rewards."

"Master, you can't do it!"

The straw sandal porter felt the weight of the two stacks of coins and yelled loudly, but Qin Kun had already left with the others.

"Ugh."

"Head, what's the matter? Who is this young man? Such a generous shot."