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

In this day and age, cremation in Linjiang City was not popular, and funeral parlors were not in the mood to prepare urns, which were all prepared by family members.

When Wang Shou stretched out his hand, Ge Zhan was obviously sluggish.

"Not ready?" Wang Shouyi narrowed his eyes, his face a little ugly.

The urn is made by a carpenter before the cremation of the deceased. At worst, a beautiful jar will be found.But obviously, Ge Zhan didn't know this kind of thing.

He turned to look at the tall Taoist priest.

"Chu Dao, where is the urn I asked you to prepare?"

Seeing Ge Zhan's gaze, the tall Taoist priest was taken aback for a moment, and then broke out in cold sweat, "Uncle Ge, you didn't say it before..."

"I asked you where the urn is?!" Ge Zhan growled again in a low voice.

On the side, a wretched Taoist priest came out: "Uncle Ge calm down, I don't know if I should say something or not?"

All eyes turned to him.

Jing Sansheng said: "Wu Xiong, let go of your fart!"

"You..." Yu Yuexian's face darkened, and she was about to get angry. The chief seat of the Southern Sect was completely ignored by them, which made her, a junior, very worthless for her.

The wretched Taoist raised his hand to stop Yu Yuexian, he said with a chuckle, "Master Yang told me before he died that after his death, when he was turned into flying ashes, someone would send the urn over."

"Fuck your mother!"

Jing Sansheng picked up Wu Xiong's collar, but his back was stuck immobile by a piece of talisman.

"Huh!" Jing Sansheng's stiff body suddenly shook, as if a stuck machine suddenly moved, and the talisman paper instantly burst.

Wu Xiong didn't say much, just looked at Ge Zhan.

Ge Zhan bowed his head and pondered for a while, then got up and said, "Okay, you are the suzerain, I listen to you, I will wait here, and you, wait for me too."

Ge Zhan's eyes were full of warning.

Wu Xiong: "..."

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Chapter 0180 Someone Looking for You at the Door

In Yinchuan County, Qin Kun happily pedaled his bicycle.

It's really drowsy to send a pillow. Who would have thought that I met a black market cigarette dealer on the street.

Qin Kun carried 5 packs of the big front door. These cigarettes were bought from a stall for 100 yuan. Qin Kun fooled the vendor into saying that they were commemorative coins for Grandpa Mao, brand-new red notes, fine workmanship, pressed The gold thread directly bluffed the cigarette seller, not only gave 5 packs of Daqianmen, but also gave a few food coupons, crying and yelling to exchange it with Qin Kun.

"Wait, something seems wrong..."

When Qin Kun rode out of the county, he thought about it, and it seemed that a pack of Daqianmen only cost 2 yuan...

I bought 100 packs for 5 yuan, isn't it a bit...

After discovering this fact, Qin Kun's expression was a little stiff, but soon he comforted himself: This is 1980, um, cigarettes are definitely not easy to deal with, besides, he even gave me a box of matches and food stamps, I earned it...

Lose or gain, Qin Kun is not ready to think about it, the money has been spent, so he can't get it back, right?

Besides, the new version of 100 yuan, in this era, is just a nice piece of paper...

During the three-hour drive, it began to rain lightly.

Qin Kun was a little helpless, asked several times on the way, and it took about 2 hours to ride to Linjiang City, Qin Kun felt that his butt could not bear it.

It was written in the mission to find Wu Xiong in 36 hours, and now half of it has passed, with 18 hours left. Qin Kun's goal is very clear, the northern suburbs.

Since Wu Xiong is a member of the Fuzong of Qingzhu Mountain, it must be right to ride in the direction of Baihu.

Two hours passed quickly. At 2:3 pm, the drizzle stopped, and Qin Kun came to the foot of Qingzhu Mountain. At this time, the Baihu Town Scenic Area had not yet been developed. The village doesn't even have a root hair.

The undeveloped Baihu Town Scenic Area is really remote like a wild lake, and no one cares about it.

At the foot of the Green Bamboo Mountain, Qin Kun stopped a little Taoist priest.

"I said friend, are you from Qingzhu Mountain?"

The little Taoist looked Qin Kun up and down.

"Dare to ask that the benefactor is also a member of my Taoist sect?" the little Taoist wondered.

"I'm a pilgrim!" Qin Kun said.

Qin Kun has always refused to admit that he is a Taoist priest, but now in order to complete the task, there must be a reason. He thinks that the pilgrims are very good. Which Taoist temple does not like pilgrims?

The little Taoist nodded: "Oh, the trail does not belong to Qingzhu Mountain."

Depend on!

It's not you from Qingzhu Mountain who talk so much nonsense!

Qin Kun gave the little Taoist a contemptuous look, turned around and left.

"Wait! The so-called praying to gods and worshiping Buddha is about responding to requests. The temple in Qingzhu Mountain is a Yin Temple, and it is dedicated to the Yuanjun of the Five Halls. The mountain is an orthodox Taoist temple, and the statue of the Sanqing God is sitting on it, which is very effective!"

Qin Kun was so speechless when he saw the little Taoist depicting it happily.

Has there been a robbery of pilgrims these years?Tianhu Mountain, isn't that one of the three mountains in the Dao of Life and Death? It is blocked on the only way to Qingzhu Mountain, boasting the efficacy of its own incense, who came up with this bad trick.

"You said your name was Yu Jizi?"

The little Taoist nodded, "That's right, the Daoist name given by my master, has the benefactor heard of it?"

Qin Kun stopped his bicycle, stepped forward and beat up the little Taoist priest.

The little Taoist priest was physically weak, and screamed repeatedly after being beaten.

"Benefactor, why did you hit me!" There were two lines of bright red stripes hanging under the little Taoist's nose.

Qin Kun curled his lips, it was you who tricked Lao Wang into asking me to go to the columbarium of the funeral parlor to watch the night. If I hadn't had an adventure, I would have been tricked to death by you. If I didn't hit you, who would I hit? !

"I don't like people who are more handsome than me!"

The little Taoist wiped his nosebleeds: "The face was given by my parents, what can I do! The benefactor has a heart, but the poor man has no sense! Ordinary people, the poor will remember you!"

Whoops, I am a fool, as expected of Daoist Yujizi, who is so good at fooling around at such a young age, there is no such thing as appearance.

After blasting away the jade machine, it didn't take long for Qin Kun to finally catch a Taoist priest from Qingzhu Mountain, but he was told that Wu Xiong went to the crematorium.

Fire... a crematorium?

Qin Kun was taken aback, what was he doing there?

"The benefactor may not know that a big event happened today when I was in Linjiang Daomen. A senior immortal passed away, and many uncles, uncles, and fellow disciples went to express their condolences. In fact, it is not far away, just beside Yuetan Mountain."

The Taoist saw that Qin Kun was well-dressed, obviously a rich man, heard that Uncle Wu had frequent contacts with these dignitaries, and that the life of the disciples of Qingzhushan had improved a lot in recent years, so he didn't dare to neglect.

Moon Altar Mountain...

Qin Kun missed a hit and rode unsteadily towards Yuetan Mountain.

By the way, I heard from Lao Wang that the crematorium in Linjiang City used to be in the northern suburbs, and it was only relocated to the western suburbs after the northern suburbs rectification plan.

Qin Kun was taken aback. Could it be possible to meet Old Wang today?

Qin Kun chuckled, this relationship is good, and he can still reminisce about the past, and he doesn't know what Lao Wang was like when he was young.

After a while, Qin Kun arrived at the foot of Yuetan Mountain. The current Yuetan Mountain, except for the pavilion on the mountainside, was completely different from what he had seen before.

Who would have thought that Yuetan Mountain, which has the spirit of a spiritual mountain, would become a field holy place for young people in 30 years... Good luck tricks people.

Not far from the foot of the mountain, the crematorium was already in sight.

There is a large area of ​​wasteland around. After all, when cremation was popularized, few villages could accept this method of burial. In addition, the predecessors were jealous of ghosts, so few village brigades would allow crematoriums to be built next to them.

The bicycle rode all the way to the gate of the crematorium.

It seems that a big person died today, and the yard of the small crematorium is full of people.

Qin Kun looked around and saw that most of these people were dressed in Taoist robes, covered in black satin, and tied with white strips on their arms. Qin Kun counted them, and there were nearly a hundred heads.

At the door, the atmosphere was oppressive.

Qin Kun tied his bicycle to the big iron gate, and shyly entered.

"What's the matter, the dead man doesn't even have a blow, why don't you be so quiet."

In the simple shed is a small mourning hall, in which several Taoist priests are sitting, arguing loudly.

"Master Yang's body has melted, where are you talking about?!"

A tall middle-aged man was questioning a wretched Taoist priest.

Qin Kun followed the reputation and found it.

Wu Xiong was met by Qin Kun. He had a wretched and shrewd appearance at the Nanzong Daohui, and his memory was deep. Sometimes Wang Gan looked like his master when he was thinking about it.

But now Wu Xiong is less than 40 years old, not much shrewdness, but his wretched temperament still cannot be hidden from Qin Kun's eyes.

"Hmm...the system didn't prompt me to complete the task. It seems that I have to talk to him."

There are too many Taoist priests here, Qin Kun felt that it was not good to show up, and when he was thinking about how to call him over, a voice sounded behind him.

"Who are you? What are you doing here sneakily?"

In front of Qin Kun, a young man between 25 and 26 looked at him with a bad expression.

"Can you manage it?"

Qin Kun shook his windbreaker, gave him a blank look, and lit a cigarette: "Brother, call that wretched Taoist priest for me, I need to find him."

Qin Kun picked up the matches, lit the cigarette butt, and did not forget to send one to the young man in front of him.

Uh……

The young man was a little speechless. This kid was dressed gorgeously. He originally came to relax at the entrance of the funeral home, but he didn't expect to meet such a strange person.At first, I thought it was a person with ulterior motives, but I didn't expect it to be a familiar person...

The young man took the cigarette and took a look, the big front door!This cigarette is not cheap!

After smoking a cigarette, the young man's attitude improved a lot: "Are you also mourning Master Yang?"

Qin Kun curled his lips: "Condolences? I don't know who died. Hurry up." Seeing the growing controversy, Qin Kun urged.

The young man realized that he was obviously older than Qin Kun, so he acted like a younger brother under his command, but for the sake of the cigarette, he endured it.

"My name is Wang Shouyi. If anyone in the family dies, you can come to the crematorium to find me. Cremation is popular, everyone is responsible."

Looking at the back of the young man leaving, Qin Kun dropped the cigarette from his mouth to the ground.

This shit is... Old Wang!

Why is this guy talking bureaucratically now?

Wu Xiong was being scolded by Jing Sansheng, when suddenly Wang Shouyi came over: "Someone is looking for you at the door."

Wu Xiong frowned, looking for... me?

Wu Xiong looked and found that it was someone he didn't know, holding something in his arms, he counted and smiled slightly.

"Uncle Ge, I'll come as soon as I go."

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Chapter 0181 Sealed Water Monk

A wretched Taoist priest with sloppy Taoist robes, when Qin Kun saw Wu Xiong at close range, he smelled blood.

"You are hurt?"

Qin Kun fought more people, so his eyesight naturally improved.

When Wu Xiong walked over, his body felt uncoordinated, the frequency of swinging his arms and strides was not uniform, and his complexion was very bad, but there was a kind of fatigue in his shrewd eyes.

The most important thing was the bloody smell, which was very strong even though there was no trauma, which surprised Qin Kun a little.

Wu Xiong chuckled: "It's a small injury, it's nothing to worry about. Is this little friend here to look for me?"

'Ding!Phase 1 completed'

Phase 2 did not appear, Qin Kun heaved a sigh of relief, next, it is free time, right?