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

Knock the door.

Three beeps, thump, thump, are polite to indicate that you want to come in.

Qin Kun took out the key and inserted it, then turned the lock.

click.

The door opened, accompanied by the rattling sound, the door probably hasn't been oiled for a long time.

The house is still clean, but it is by no means as gorgeous as others have seen.

There are two hard board beds and a writing desk. The wood grain has been worn away, and the room is a bit humid and stuffy.

In the room, sat a bald head.

The bald head was bare-chested, with thin skin and tender flesh, but on the back was a rib-like tattoo.

After seeing the man's appearance clearly, Qin Kun sighed: "I smelled you as soon as I went upstairs. The good Folin Temple won't wait, what are you doing here to harm the ghost shop?"

Turning around with a bald head, with a tinge of purple light in his pupils, he is a handsome monk, with the same rib tattoo on his chest, but with electric patterns.

"Amitabha, Qin Kun, recently realized something by chance, and I want to discuss it with you."

Qin Kun smiled helplessly: "Miaoshan, do your best, you can't beat me."

With a bald head and a stern face, he smiled again: "Not necessarily. I heard that you have reached the fifth level of Taiyi Jiulian, but if you do it with all your strength, Shura in purple will not be afraid of you."

The purple-clothed monk, Miao Shan.

The true biography of Folin Temple.

Ever since the Mao Shan Dan meeting, Qin Kun never expected to see him here.

In the battle of Maoshan Danhui, Qin Kun was completely defeated as a rookie in the Dao of Life and Death, with a detached position and powerful strength, no one in his peers could match him.

And many people know that Qin Kun did not try his best in that battle.

In the Dao of Life and Death, some fighting methods are very strange. When you don't do your best, you often win easily, but after you do your best, you will lose in a mess.In Miao Shan's view, the Taiyi Nine Refinements of the Dao School are slightly inferior to his own purple-clothed Shura, and they are restrained by Buddhism. The power of the heavenly crowd is judged high and low.

Hearing Miao Shan's words, Qin Kun lit a cigarette.

When the room was filled with smoke, Miao Shan finally couldn't help but said: "Is the Qin family afraid to fight? Why treat me with silent meditation."

Qin Kun flicked the cigarette ash, yawned and said, "Forget it, wait until I finish leading the group. I've been very tired these days..."

As soon as the words were finished, a square stool came crashing down on him. Qin Kun's eyes were quick and his hands were quick, and he lifted the stool upwards. The square stool hovered in the air, and then Qin Kun pressed it down with one hand and sat on his buttocks.Miao Shan found that Qin Kun's strength was exquisitely controlled, secretly praised him, and left his seat.

"Babu Tianzhong!"

The vajra bracelet on the wrist was tightened, the blood was cut off, Miao Shan's whole body turned purple, and the rib tattoo on his body was even more ferocious.

A powerful punch was blocked by Qin Kun's raised hand. Qin Kun asked, "You don't seem to have tattoos on your body, but... rib marks?"

"Master Qin has good eyesight!"

The iron elbow hit Qin Kun's throat like an awl, but Qin Kun didn't even defend himself. Seeing that Qin Kun was about to be killed, Miao Shan quickly withdrew his elbow and said angrily, "Do you want to die? Why don't you defend yourself?"

Qin Kun poured a glass of white water from the pot, moistened his throat and said, "If you want to kill, kill it."

"The poor monk just wants to compete with you openly and defeat you!"

"I said that I've been very tired these days, you're an upright fart..."

"Shameless, shameless!" Miao Shan clenched her fists and cursed in a low voice.

Qin Kun was dumb: "I said Miao Shan, but you violated the precept of anger."

Miao Shan knew she had made a slip of the tongue, so she simply said, "Hmph, my demons are not at ease. Breaking the three precepts of greed, hatred and ignorance is normal. Master has never taught me, so can you manage it?"

Demons, demons, why is everyone beaten out of demons.

I still have demons... Fuck.

A Maoshan Danhui, the rookies of Life and Death Dao were hit like the eggplants after the frost, Mo Wuji went to perform, Xu Facheng heard that he resigned from his job and became a network administrator, the true biography of Folin Temple willingly came to the ghost shop to make trouble, temper Now he is as domineering as a social boss.

What's the matter... don't those senior elders care about it?

"The inner demon is your rascal's excuse?"

"You are the rascal!"

"I didn't say I wasn't."

Miao Shan was furious, Fuyu Mountain's headed black dog, are they all this kind of rough?

Seeing Qin Kun's unsparing appearance, Miao Shan recited a Buddhist mantra and said angrily: "Okay, then we will have a showdown after you lead the group!"

Miaoshan was about to leave with the monk's robe, but was stopped by Qin Kun.

"Why go?"

"Where does the poor monk go, you also want to take care of it?"

"Nonsense, a bald man with tattoos walked out of my room naked at night, I don't want to be famous?" Qin Kun glared at the other party, and pointed to the wooden bed next to him, "Get out and sleep there. If you dare to disobey, I will notify you All Huaxia's Spiritual Investigation Department will accuse you of molesting a female ghost and escort you to Folin Temple for public display."

"Say it again!" Miaoshan Zipi appeared again, furious.

Qin Kun yawned and fell asleep on the hard bed with a warning face: "Believe it or not. Don't challenge my bottom line, I have no bottom line!"

Tonight is bound to be a difficult night.

Miao Shan was trembling with anger.

I...why would I be defeated by this kind of thing?

When I went to Linjiang to find Qin Kun, I heard from Wang Qian and Chu Qianxun that Qin Kun had gone on a tour with a group, so I waited here for a week for Qin Kun, thinking that I would finally be able to fight Qin Kun tonight to vent my anger, who knows This is the case.

Damn it...

There is no bottom line, thanks to you, you can say it.

Miao Shan walked to Qin Kun's bed and heard Qin Kun snoring slightly, so he must be really tired.

Sigh, let's wait a few more days. Recently, the demonic nature is too heavy, and I really don't look like a person who cultivates Buddhism.Miaoshan saw Qin Kun sleeping with his clothes on, knowing that in such a humid weather, sleeping with his clothes on is easy to catch cold, so he prepared to cover Qin Kun with the Xialiang quilt.

Suddenly, Qin Kun was caught off guard and kicked Miao Shan on the stomach, Miao Shan flew out backwards, hit his head on the corner of the table, and passed out.

Chapter 0932 Miaoshan with a big personality change

The next day, when Qin Kun dozed off, it was already noon.

After a good night's sleep, I feel refreshed.

It seemed that he was sweating, coupled with dampness, his clothes were a little sticky, so Qin Kun hurriedly took them off, ready to take a shower.He found that Miaoshan was looking at him with dark circles under his eyes, his nostrils were stuffed with paper, and a bag protruded from his head, which was covered with tape.

Qin Kun looked at it for a while, and said seriously: "Miaoshan, don't practice any purple-clothed Shura. Your head is about to grow horns. If you continue like this, you will really become a demon."

Miaoshan was furious, the paper in the nasal tube was sprayed out, grabbed Qin Kun by the collar and growled, "If you dare to speak sarcastic words again, I will break your leg!"

Damn, caring about you and calling me a dog?

Qin Kun was very angry, seeing the bright red blood flowing from Miaoshan's nostrils, his funny appearance amused him.

"Okay, okay, I miss you, and I don't care about you."

"..."

After taking a shower and changing clothes, Qin Kun went out.

Seeing the group members standing neatly in the corridor, Qin Kun wondered, "Why don't you rest in the room, why come out?"

"Director Qin...there is...a ghost..." Tu Xuanxuan muttered, she couldn't express what she wanted to say.

ghost?

Isn't that nonsense, didn't you come out to hell?

"Could it be that someone who doesn't have long eyes scares you? It shouldn't be... No matter how unreliable the Night Traveling God is, he won't let this happen."

Qin Kun didn't understand.

Xu Yang swallowed dryly, pushed open the door and said, "Look..."

Qin Kun took a look inside, "Aside from the shade, there's nothing wrong with it."

Xu Yang anxiously said: "Last night when we checked in, it was still a luxury room! It was fine today, but at noon, the room turned into two wooden beds and a few rotten tables. You actually said there was nothing wrong with it?"

Qin Kun understood.

It was the same yesterday, but you have been blinded, this place doesn't look like a hotel with a president's room at first glance, what are you making all the fuss about...

This group of people was uneasy, Qin Kun waved his hands to comfort them, and then let them understand that the room has always been like this.

"Damn it, you're such a jerk. This ghost shop is a bluff!"

"that is……"

"I'm so excited..."

Yuan Xinghan is an old god. He couldn't take photos in the room yesterday, so he drew them. Compared with modern technology, sometimes classical art is still reliable.

There was nothing strange about Dr. Shen, he felt something was wrong yesterday, and now that the house has become like this, he is relieved, thinking it is haunted by ghosts.

Several people chattered downstairs, and Chen Da and the three fell at the end, and said quietly: "Who would have thought that such a small bed squeezed the three of us. It shows that the place is still big, so how can we sleep so suffocatedly?" ..."

Zhao San nodded in agreement, Zhang Er wanted to cry but had no tears: "You two sleep naked and put me in between, I am in pain, do you know..."

The front desk changed again in the morning.

A fat man with a white face, with no blood on his face, but full of smiles, saw Qin Kun and his party coming down, and took the initiative to hold Qin Kun's hand: "Master, the shop is dilapidated, did you rest well last night?"

"It's okay." Qin Kun responded proactively. After all, he stayed for one night for nothing and could barely sleep.

The white-faced fat man rubbed his hands, and said embarrassedly: "I don't know if you can help solve the trouble in 301... You also know that we are in duty and ordered not to fight with the Yang people. My partner and I have been worried for a long time... "

"Who do you say is trouble?"

Everyone turned their heads and found a bald monk walking out of the corridor.

Wearing a monk's robe, he has a handsome face, but he seems to be serious, and his face is full of evil spirits.

"Ouch! Master Miaoshan, I'm so talkative, hahahahahaha, these few days you live in a small shop, and there is no other business in the shop. I don't want to say a few words, if it sounds ugly to you, scold me a few words also……"

The white-faced fat man giggled, he was almost ashamed, and he didn't feel ashamed to speak ill of others behind his back.

Qin Kun patted the white-faced fat man on the shoulder and said: "Okay, they are all people with status. He will walk with me today, so don't make things difficult."

The white-faced fat man was overjoyed, exchanged pleasantries with Qin Kun, and when he heard that he was leaving, he hurriedly sent him outside the door.

The sun is just right, the wind is beautiful, and the scenic spot next to the big river is very lively at noon.Hearing that Miaoshan was finally leaving, the fat man with a white face took out a few tickets and handed them to Qin Kun: "Master Qin, he must have come to play in Fengdu ghost town, you take these passes, we will make a friendship."

Compared to the boy in gray last night, the fat man with white face is quite good at life.

Qin Kun saw this guy's face of a social person, and felt a little bit emotional. A sun-wandering god can be assimilated to such a philistine level, which is good fortune.

Good mountains, good scenery, good water, good scenery.

4A-level scenic spots, when visiting in summer, there is less chill and more excitement.

In the scenic area, you can see children who were scared to cry by ghost statues, adults who pretended to be calm, and some tourists who have done bad things.When watching the Eighteen Prisons, those tourists will always be seated according to their own evil deeds. They will either be put into the frying pan, or their tongues will be pulled out, or their tongues will be pulled out after the frying pan. Those with weaker psychological quality will come out with a A loveless expression.

There are also some skinny children who are interesting. While crying these ghost uncles are scary, they tell their parents that they have seen similar-looking uncles in kindergartens and in their own homes. Some mothers fainted when they heard it. Everyone said yes heatstroke.

Other children are well-educated and mysteriously tell their parents that there are often two small figures with big eyes standing on the refrigerator at home.Five stars for the atmosphere and four stars for the unexpectedness. Bao Ma was about to faint when she heard the news, but she was supported by the calm Bao Dad, and calmly said: "My baby said it was Brother Haier."

Where there is fear, there is joy.

People who have never done anything wrong are talking about the sinister culture they know, and they pretend to be knowledgeable. When they talk nonsense, Miao Shan, who came to play together, scoffs.

"It's as if he's gone. There are so many hells and hells, how can there be only eighteen. The Buddhists don't say that, and he dares to say that he saw it from the Buddhist scriptures."

There was Miao Shan in the tour group, and everyone was a little curious. Seeing that he was familiar with Qin Kun and sniffed at him, most of them became interested.

Tu Xuanxuan and Yuan Xinghan were the most interested and hurriedly asked about Yin Cao's appearance.

Miaoshan used to be a calm monk, but after the demon appeared, his temper changed. Instead of keeping his mouth shut, he started to talk a lot. Some tourists with sharp ears wondered who was talking nonsense here, and found out that it was a monk. , there is no more text.

Before Yincao Difu was systematically attributed to the Chinese mythology system, it was a form of religious expression for Buddhism to persuade people to be good. Reasonable guys were very inclusive, and no one would think that Miaoshan was promoting feudal superstition.

"Ah? The magistrates are divided into different agencies? Is it so detailed?"

"The entrance to the Eighteen Prisons is the paper-like door in the ghost town of Fengdu?"

"There is also a Ming King with a bull head and horse face? Black and white impermanence also has a Ming King? Those guys are comparable to ghost kings, and have the same personal strength as Yama of the Ten Temples? Impossible?"

Miao Shan squeezed into the crowd, and every time he passed a scenic spot, he took out this scenic spot and compared it with his experience of being in the dark, and told Tu Xuanxuan and Yuan Xinghan about it.