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Since he was a child, Qin Kun has felt that children are the most enthusiastic about the New Year, the streets are rumbling with firecrackers, and nearly half of the bear children in Laomiao Street have run out tonight.

Qin Xue was watching the Spring Festival Gala with the second elder, Qin Kun couldn't stand his mother's nagging about finding a partner, so he ran out under the pretext of burning paper.

Old Temple Street, where hundreds of families live, are full of chalk-drawn circles on the potholed streets, and inside are paper money burned for the deceased.

Qin Kun has discovered a magical phenomenon since he was a child, no matter how strong the wind is at the end of the year, the paper money in these circles will not be blown away, and now the streets are full of circles and ashes, as well as children on the streets.

On the street, who is more than 1.3 meters tall, he is alone, carrying a bottle of rice wine, a bag of paper money, and the other bear children are happy to fry plastic bags, bottles, and.

"Look, the Great Demon King is coming, let's blow him up!" A bear child found Qin Kun on the road, as if he had discovered a new world, and excitedly called his friends to accompany him, Qin Kun walked all the way and was bombed all the way.

Qin Kun couldn't cry or laugh, sure enough, a generation of new people replaced the old ones, and he was not so bearish back then.

Ignore the malice of being regarded as the Great Demon King, as long as they don't throw their flying towards themselves, they can do anything.

Unconsciously, Qin Kun walked and walked to the old temple.

Yinchuan County was an important place for soldiers in ancient times, and wars often occurred, and there were many temples in the county, and the old temple in the old temple town was one of them.

No one knows how old the old temple is, I heard that it was there at the end of the Yuan Dynasty and the beginning of the Ming Dynasty, and some people say that it was left by the Tang Dynasty.

The temple is a place to worship ghosts and gods since the Han Dynasty, and later some monks chant scriptures in the place is also called the temple, in fact, the essence remains the same, the monk chanting scriptures, it is to surpass the spiritual position of the temple worship, pray for those who have died, eliminate karma, so that they can re-enter the cycle and not suffer from the torture of hell.

Qin Kun was in the countryside when he was a child, and he heard his grandfather mention that there are several kinds of temples:

Those who die without a descendant will directly become powerful ghosts and be sacrificed in the 'public temple'

The righteous soldiers who died in suppressing the bandits and quelling the chaos are enshrined in the 'Yimin Temple'

The ownerless corpses excavated from road construction, tomb relocation, and construction were enshrined in the 'Youying Gong Temple'

The ownerless female corpse is called the 'Girl Temple'

The floating corpses of rivers, lakes and seas are called Shui Liu Gong and are offered in the 'Shui Liu Gong Temple'

This old temple in Laomiao Town is the 'Youying Gong Temple', which enshrines the ownerless corpses dug up over the years.

There is a response, there is a response!

About the legend of this temple, Qin Kun's ears were calloused, what Aunt Li cured her disability, Uncle Wang won the lottery, Aunt Lu's child was admitted to university, and Brother Guo's family gave birth to a boy.

Before Qin Xue went to college, she heard that her mother often came here to worship.

However, Qin Kun did not believe in these legends.

If you can win the lottery by worshipping ghosts, there are so many ghosts under Qin Kun's hands, it is better to buy lottery tickets every day and wait for the lottery to win.

What else is there to cure the disabled, go to university, and give birth to a boy? Isn't that!

Qin Kun knew that his ghost had the ability to make people disabled, unable to be admitted to college, and unable to have children.

Tonight, the old temple is estimated to have gone home for the New Year's reunion, and Qin Kun is sitting alone on the futon in the temple.

When he was thirteen years old, his grandfather died and was buried in the countryside, and the spiritual seat was sent to Youying Gong Temple for a year, so in the future, when the Qin Kun family worshiped their grandfather, it was not on the street, but in this temple.

In the copper basin, Qin Kun lit the paper money, and there were words in his mouth: "Grandpa, you have eaten a big pot of rice and received a share of work before, although I think it is easy to offer to the wrong person in this way, but go to your grave again on the first day of the new year, how much can you get this money tonight, and have a good year." ”

Although there is an ownerless corpse enshrined here, there is still a statue of a god, which is called 'Youying Gong'.

Qin Kun looked at the statue of the god, which seemed to be larger than the statue of the spirit official in his official temple.

In the temple, lighting the ever-bright lamp, Qin Kun finished burning the paper, sat opposite Youyinggong, and said to himself: "We are both offered, I won't worship you, I will borrow your place to sit in the New Year, no opinion, right?" ”

Smoking a cigarette, Qin Kun didn't leave in a hurry, he drank half of a bottle of rice wine, sprinkled half of it, and then prepared to go out.

After twelve o'clock, the cannon roared and was lively, and the town seemed to be the quietest in the place, as if something was isolated from the cacophony of sounds.

Hum -

The copper basin in the temple, which was originally burned with ashes, suddenly made a sound, and the temple door kept opening and closing, and a seeping yin wind blew the oil lamps in the temple.

Grandpa has a manifestation?

Wrong...... Looks like a big guy.

Qin Kun stood up vigilantly, what a heavy ghostly aura!

In the temple, the ever-bright lanterns are constantly jumping, and the flames of two or three centimeters have jumped to a height of more than ten centimeters! Hundreds of lights were cheering at the same time, and Qin Kun found that the paper money exchanged from the [Fierce Ghost Mall] in his arms had a tendency to fly out.

"Where did the evil come from?! Confessed to something? Lao Tzu's paper money also dares to rob! ”

The newly burned underworld coins were exactly what he exchanged from the mall, and obviously, these paper coins with strong aura aroused the covetousness of some ghosts.

Rumble! The futon that had just been sitting suddenly burst into flames, as if an invisible energy had set it on fire.

Depend on!

Qin Kun's neck is a little numb, and the yin person lights the yang fire! I'm afraid this damn thing, it's not a small one.

I remember that in the yin cave in Xuejing Village, Guning County, it was such a strong ghost qi, and Qin Kun had a bad premonition.

Could it be an evil spirit?

Qin Kun flipped his palm and secretly held the karma snatching knife in his hand. If it was an evil ghost, Qin Kun would have won the jackpot today.

"Taoist priest."

It seems to be a person talking, empty and distant, but if you listen carefully, it seems to be the voices of many people together.

Qin Kun saw that Ying Gong's eyes rolled and looked at him.

"Blind! Have you ever seen a Taoist priest who looks so handsome? Qin Kun opened his mouth and asked rhetorically.

The voice suddenly died down, and the copper basin stopped ringing.

Whew――

Qin Kun breathed a sigh of relief, but behind his back, a hand was on his shoulder.

"I've seen it!"

Qin Kun straightened up, he was leaning against the door just now.

Qin Kun turned his head abruptly and pushed open the temple door.

At the door, there was a middle-aged man with long hair.

Qing Dynasty costume, an official robe, embroidered with brocade chicken.

Manchu second-grade civil official.

With a blue and purple face, all-white eyes, and a blue light on the middle-aged man's body, countless ghosts came out of his body, and were pulled into it by a force, as if he was struggling in pain.

The razor in Qin Kun's hand skyrocketed, turning into a half-meter-long firewood knife.

The middle-aged ghost was stunned for a moment, his brows furrowed deeply.

"Come to my temple and respond to your requests. Hand over the paper money to help you fulfill your wishes. I am the one who should be the public, and I don't want to use force with you. ”

The ghost qi on the middle-aged ghost's body continued to escape, but it was controlled by him, and several ghosts drilled out of his body and almost pounced on Qin Kun's face, and the death was painful and terrifying.

"Hehe, that's a nice thing to say, but I don't want to give you the paper money."

Qin Kun didn't give the other party any face.

The official robe ghost of the Qing Dynasty, he had seen one in Guning County, compared to that ghost, this one has Ying Gong, it looks a lot more indifferent, there is only a ghost on his body, but there is no fierce murderous aura. He is not murderous, and Qin Kun doesn't want to think that he is a good ghost, ghosts don't talk about good or bad, only about interests. Money can make ghosts grind, the words of the ancestors are not casually said, this kind of ghost who appears in order to grab paper money, can it be a good bird?

The middle-aged ghost said: "Yang people, haven't you heard that the ghost temple is easy to enter, and the ghost door is difficult to get out?" The old man only seeks wealth, not kills. ”

Qin Kun laughed: "Ghost Gate? Do you dare to call this broken temple a ghost gate? Believe it or not, I demolished your temple? ”

The middle-aged ghost laughed: "I have received incense from others, and I have been sealed, if you demolish my temple, I can ask the Yin soldiers to destroy your family, junior, dare to make a mistake?" ”

On the face of the middle-aged grimace, for Qin Kun's paper money, he was determined to get it.

He saw that Qin Kun was no longer talking, and wanted to further persuade the other party, after all, he couldn't pull his face down to embarrass a yang person, if this was known by the local city god master, he would not have good fruit to eat.

The middle-aged ghost was just about to speak, when suddenly, Qin Kun's body burst out with monstrous momentum.

"The first hurdle of the Bull Demon!"

"The second is bloody, and the corpse is unknown!"

Above the sky, in the midst of the sound of cannons, a desolate cow moo, into the old temple, Qin Kun had two horns, his waist was wrapped in iron chains, his flesh and blood were blurred, and a human skin cloak hunted and hunted.

With blood-red eyes and a height of two meters, he glared at the middle-aged ghost and said, "It's just a demon, how old are you in front of me?" ”

The middle-aged ghost's heart was shocked, the Taoist priest who was still in human form changed in the blink of an eye, and suddenly grew into this ghost, full of ghostly energy, only a little less than himself, but with the firewood knife in his hand, the middle-aged ghost suddenly felt that he already had the strength to fight against himself.

This...... What is the origin of this person, is he still a Taoist priest?!

Qin Kun was furious, he never wanted his family to be threatened, this was simply where his rebellious scales were.

On Qin Kun's shoulders, two yang lanterns, the flames spread down, intertwined on the human skin cloak, wrapped around the whole body, the human skin cloak turned into a red robe, and an iron arm with knotted muscles and flesh protruded from the red robe.

Qin Kun, who was headed by a cow, was condescending, lowered his eyelids, stretched out his five fingers to pinch the neck of the middle-aged ghost, and a rough breath erupted from his nose:

"Old ghost, what you said just now, would you say it again?!"

Karmic fire god gang! The big sentence in the red robe!

The current Qin Kun, the spiritual power fluctuations on his body have surpassed this middle-aged ghost, and the coercion on his body, the momentum of the superior in the Yin Cao Underworld, no one can stop it!

Threat! Naked threat! And it's not the evil ghost that threatens people, it's actually people who threaten ghosts!

The middle-aged ghost seems to have been so frightened as today since he became a ghost.

He's a ghost! Before his death, he was a Manchu feudal official, and after his death, he was sealed by incense, and he has always been high, but he was held by a Taoist priest who was taller than himself and was not a human or a ghost, and he already wanted to cry without tears.

"Who the hell are you? Why run to my turf and go wild! ”

The middle-aged ghost still stubbornly questioned loudly. Since he was a ghost, he has never met such a domineering person, what kind of demon is this, and why is it not like the obscene Taoist priest in the Jianghu Commentary? !

The middle-aged man heard the bull demon let out a deafening roar.

"Your territory? You don't inquire, who used to cover this area of Old Temple Street? ”

Puff -

The middle-aged man looked down in disbelief and saw a knife stuck in his stomach.

He...... He's a ghost, and he was stabbed by someone?

Qin Kun stabbed the middle-aged ghost in the abdomen, the aura escaped, the middle-aged ghost struggled hissingly, Qin Kun's palm patted his face: "Civil officials, just be your civil officials, don't have anything to do to learn those lonely souls and wild ghosts to grab things, let alone threaten other people's families, this is the yang world, the ghost hunter who can destroy you, there are countless of them." ”

"You...... Who are you?! The middle-aged ghost's face showed a hideous face, and his spirit began to languish.

Qin Kun threw the evil ghost aside like a rag, and threw a few stacks of dark coins over.

"Who am I? Do you deserve to know? This is your medical bill, and I have collected it. I am the most principled person. Next time you dare to make a second time, it won't be a stab, believe it or not I cut your braids? ”

The middle-aged ghost hurriedly absorbed the aura in the underworld coin, repaired his injuries, and when he heard Qin Kun's threat, he protected his braids in horror.

Just kidding, this is a symbol of his identity, dare to cut it off, I'm afraid all the ghosts of the Qing Dynasty will be enemies of themselves!

Qin Kun saw that he looked overly frightened, and pouted: Is this still a father? That's it.

Giving the middle-aged ghost a look of contempt, Qin Kun put away the fierce ghost presence and other skills. Walk away.

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