New Year's Eve, night.

Since childhood, Qin Kun felt that children were most keen on New Year's Day. Firecrackers were rumbling on the streets, and nearly half of the naughty children on Laomiao Street ran out tonight.

Qin Xue accompanied the two elders to watch the Spring Festival Gala. Qin Kun couldn't stand his mother's nagging about finding a partner, so he made an excuse to burn paper and ran out.

Laomiao Street lives with hundreds of families. On the bumpy streets, there are circles of chalk drawn everywhere, and inside are paper money burned for the deceased.

Qin Kun 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. On the streets now, there are circles and ashes all over the ground, as well as children on the streets.

The only one on the street who was over 1.3 meters tall was himself. He was carrying a bottle of rice wine and a bag of paper money. Other naughty kids were so happy that they fried plastic bags, bottles, and shit.

"Look, the big devil is here, let's blow him up!" A naughty child discovered Qin Kun on the road, as if he had discovered a new continent, excitedly calling his friends to attract his companions. Qin Kun walked all the way and was bombed all the way.

Qin Kun was so amused that he was a new generation who replaced the old ones, and he was not so arrogant back then.

Ignore the malice of being regarded as a great devil. As long as they don't throw themselves into the air, they will do anything.

Before he knew it, Qin Kun walked to the old temple.

In ancient times, Yinchuan County was a key military camp, and wars often occurred. There were many temples in the county, and the old temple in Laomiao Town was one of them.

No one knows how old the old temple is. I heard that it existed in the late Yuan Dynasty and early Ming Dynasty, and some people say it was left behind in the Tang Dynasty.

The temple has been a place for worshiping ghosts and gods since the Han Dynasty. Later, some places where monks recite scriptures were also called temples. In fact, the essence remains unchanged. Monks recite scriptures in order to save the spiritual seats offered by the temple, pray for those who died, eliminate karma, so that they can enter the samsara again and avoid the suffering of hell.

When Qin Kun was a child, he was in the countryside. After hearing his grandfather mentioned that there are several types of temples:

Those who die without a descendant will become evil spirits and sacrifice to the "Dazhong Temple"

The righteous men who died in the suppression of bandits and quelled the rebellion were worshipped in the "Yimin Temple"

The road construction, the tomb was relocated, and the ownerless corpses dug out of the building were gathered in the "Youying Gong Temple"

The ownerless female corpse is called the 'Girl Temple'

The floating corpses in rivers, lakes and seas are called Shuiliugong, and are offered in the "Shuiliugong Temple"

This old temple in Laomiao Town is the "Youyinggong Temple", which enshrines the ownerless corpses dug out over the years.

All you deserve and what you want, all you want!

Qin Kun's ears were called up when he heard this temple. Aunt Li cured his disability, Uncle Wang won the lottery, Aunt Lu's child was admitted to university, and Brother Guo's family gave birth to a male child.

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

However, Qin Kun did not believe in any of these legends.

If you can win the lottery if you worship ghosts, Qin Kun will only have so many ghost messengers. It would be better to buy lottery tickets every day and wait for the lottery to bet.

What else can I treat disability, take the college entrance exam, and give birth to males? Isn’t this nonsense?

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

Tonight, Lao Temple prayed to go home for the New Year and reunion, so Qin Kun sat alone on the futon in the temple.

When he was thirteen, his grandfather died and was buried in the countryside. The spiritual throne was sent to Youying Gong Temple for a year. So, when Qin Kun's family worshiped his grandfather, they were not on the street, but in this temple.

In the copper basin, Qin Kun lit paper money and muttered: "Grandpa, you have eaten big pot rice before and received work points. Although I think it is easy to offer the wrong people to the wrong people, I will go to your grave again on the first day of the New Year. How much money can you get tonight? It will be a good New Year."

Although there are corpses of the ownerless corpses here, there is still an image of the god called "Youying Gong".

Qin Kun looked at the statue of the god, and it seemed to be bigger than the statue of the spirit official in his official temple.

In the temple, Qin Kun burned the paper and sat opposite You Ying Gong, saying to himself: "We are both sacrificed, so I won't worship you anymore. I'll lend you a place to sit during the New Year. Have you no objection?"

Smoking a cigarette, Qin Kun did not rush to leave. He drank half of the bottle of rice wine and sprinkled half of it, and then he was about to walk out.

After twelve o'clock, the sound of cannons rumbled and it was bustling. The town seemed to be the quietest here, as if something was isolated from the noisy sound.

Buzz —

The copper basin, which had been burned out ashes in the temple suddenly made a sound, and the temple door kept opening and closing, and a creeping cold wind blew the oil lamps in the temple.

Grandpa appeared?

No...it seems like a big guy.

Qin Kun stood up alertly, so he was so terrifying!

In the temple, the eternal lights kept jumping, and some of the two or three centimeters of flames had already jumped to more than ten centimeters high! Hundreds of lamps were cheering at the same time. Qin Kun found that the paper money exchanged in his arms was going to fly out.

"Where did the evil spirit come from?! Has someone confessed it? I dare to grab the paper money!"

The ghost coins he just burned were exchanged from the mall. Obviously, these paper money with rich spiritual energy attracted the covetousness of some ghosts.

Boom! The futon I just sat on suddenly appeared, and it seemed that there was an invisible energy lit it.

Depend on!

Qin Kun’s neck was a little numb, and the Yin people lit up the yang fire! This ghost thing is probably a big deal.

I remember that in the Yin acupoint in Xuejing Village, Guning County, there was such a strong ghost energy, and Qin Kun had a bad premonition.

Is it an evil ghost?

Qin Kun flipped his palm and secretly held the Karma-Snatching Sword in his hand. If it were an evil ghost, Qin Kun would have won the grand prize today.

"Taoist priest."

It seems that one person is talking, empty and distant, but when you listen carefully, it seems that the voices of many people are combined.

Qin Kun saw that Ying Gong's eyes were turned and he looked at him.

"Blind! Have you ever seen a Taoist priest who is so handsome?" Qin Kun asked back.

The sound suddenly disappeared and the copper basin stopped ringing.

call--

Qin Kun breathed a sigh of relief, but he put a hand on his shoulder behind him.

“See it!”

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

Qin Kun suddenly turned around and pushed open the temple door.

At the door, there is a middle-aged man with long beard.

Qing Dynasty clothing, wearing an official robe, embroidered with a brocade pheasant.

A second-rank civil servant of the Qing Dynasty.

The blue-purple face, all-white eyes, the middle-aged man was blazing blue light, and countless ghosts emerged from his body and were pulled in by a force, as if struggling in pain.

The razor in Qin Kun's hand soared, turning into a half-meter-long hatchet.

The middle-aged ghost was stunned and his brows frowned deeply.

"Come to my temple and you will meet your requests. Hand over the paper money to help you fulfill your wishes. I am the one who is in this position and I am unwilling to use force with you."

The ghost energy on the middle-aged ghost continued to dissipate, but he was controlled by him. Several ghosts emerged from his body and almost pounced on Qin Kun's face, causing death to be painful and terrifying.

"Haha, it sounds pretty good, but I don't want to give it to you all the money I have."

Qin Kun did not give any advice to the other party.

He had seen a ghost in the official robe in Guning County in the Qing Dynasty. Compared to that ghost, this ghost had Ying Gong, who looked much calmer, only had ghost aura, but no fierce murderous aura. He had no murderous aura, and Qin Kun didn't want to think that he was a good ghost. Ghosts did not talk about good or bad, but only talked about interests. Money can make ghosts push the mills, but the ancestors' words were not casual. Can this ghost who showed off to steal paper money be a good bird?

Middle-aged ghost said: "I have never heard of the easy entry of the ghost temple, but it is difficult to exit the ghost gate? I only seek wealth, not killing people."

Qin Kun laughed: "Ghost Gate? How dare you call it a ghost Gate? Believe it or not, I will tear your temple?"

The middle-aged ghost laughed: "I have received incense and have been granted the title of official. If you demolish my temples randomly, I can ask the Yin soldiers to destroy your family. How dare you act rashly?"

On the face of middle-aged man, he was determined to win Qin Kun's paper money.

He saw that Qin Kun stopped talking and wanted to persuade the other party further. After all, he could not bear to make things difficult for a Yang person. If the local Chenghuang found out, he would not have any good results.

The middle-aged ghost was about to speak, but suddenly, a monstrous momentum burst out from Qin Kun.

"As soon as we face the first hurdle of the bull demon!"

"The blood corpse of Erlin is transformed into unknown!"

Above the sky, a desolate cow mooed into the old temple, Qin Kun had two horns on his head, his waist was wrapped in iron chains, and his flesh was blurred, and a human leather cloak was clattering.

With blood-red eyes and two meters tall, he stared at the middle-aged ghost and said, "It's just an evil ghost. In front of me, who are you old?"

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

This...who is this person from? Is he still a Taoist priest?!

Qin Kun was furious. He would never want his family to be threatened. This was simply his reverse scale.

On Qin Kun's shoulder, two sun lamps, flames spread down, intertwined on the human skin cloak, wrapping the whole body. The human skin cloak turned into a red robe, and a knotted iron arm poked out of the red robe.

Qin Kun, who was in a cow head, looked down, lowered his eyelids, stretched out his five fingers to pinch the middle-aged ghost's neck, and thick air spurted out from his nose:

"Old ghost, I'll say it again just now?"

The Fire God Gang! The Great Judgment of the Red Robe!

Now Qin Kun’s spiritual power fluctuations have exceeded the middle-aged ghost, and the pressure on his body and the aura of the superior in the underworld are unstoppable!
To be continued...