In Longhuai Ghost Market, there are countless shrine shops, restaurants, and paper-making shops. Qin Kun and Chu Qianxun completely swept the whole circle.

"Qin Kun... You are trying to die for buying so many shrouds!" Chu Qianxun was carrying a big bag, so tired.

Qin Kun curled his lips: "What else do you know besides catching ghosts? Sister, this is the ghost realm. There are countless ghosts that can kill your oil lamp. Do we really want to start fighting later? Now think about how to respect ghosts well is the main point. It is the worst way to do it. If you really want to do it, there are opportunities."

Qin Kun also carried a bunch of shroud clothes on his back, which were the clothes of a time-honored shroud shop in Guishi City. It spent almost all the paper money stored in his elastic space, and the style was exquisite and beautiful.

Qin Kun now has to admire women. Chu Qianxun’s serious attitude of carefully selecting and carefully choosing when visiting a shroud shop makes him sigh.

The two bought dozens of shrouds and many other foods. The amount of food and drink is the main topic of respecting ghosts.

Chu Qianxun seemed to have something similar to elastic space in his hand, and he stuffed a lot of food to serve. Qin Kun was particularly curious about this, but he didn't ask much.

The two left the Ghost Market. In addition to Ghost Market, it was an extremely ancient city. The Ghost Market looked like a tower. Looking around, in addition to this tower, the city is the most conspicuous palace like a tomb in the distance.

When Qin Kun was shopping, he inquired that the underground of this city was the underground palace of Longhuai Ghost King and the ancient tomb of Longhuai, covering the entire city. The entrance to the main tomb chamber was in the palace-like building in the distance.

There are traffic on the streets of the ghost town, and it seems that this ghost town has been managed quite well.

Qin Kun called a carriage on the side of the road and stuffed a piece of silver ingot made of paper: "Master, go to the charity house. Get a quick horse and whip it!"

"Okay, this master, you two are at peace!"

In the carriage, Qin Kun was thinking about something, while Chu Qianxun looked at the scene of the whole city curiously, stuttering.

"Qin Kun! It's so amazing. Is this the underworld?"

Qin Kun said: "I said that this is neither yin nor yang."

Chu Qianxun said: "You just said that the group of shop owners who opened shops sold were burned for them by their descendants. What about this groom who was driving the horse? His horse was not burned for them, right?"

Qin Kun said: "As long as there are creatures who regard you as the main one during their lifetime, they will accompany you after their death. Also, this is not a carriage. Use your heavenly eye to see it carefully. This is the coffin of the coachman, okay..."

Chu Qianxun took out the oil lamp and looked closely. He found that they were sitting in a coffin, and the horse was pulling a cart for carrying the coffin.

hiss--

Chu Qianxun found a skeleton in the coffin, hurriedly got up and almost fell from the carriage.

"What's this?!"

Qin Kun said: "The remains of the coachman are also the body of the house. During the day, the Yin Ling went in to rest."

The carriage was a little bumpy, and the coachman drove out of the city. Outside the city, there were countless mass graves, and many weak wandering souls, who struggled to carry their remains, as if they wanted to move to a Feng Shui treasure land.

As the charity village approached, there were more and more bones scattered around the ground, wild grass, and howling ghosts and wolves all complained about their inability to be buried after death.

"Two, there is a charity village ahead, so the young ones won't go forward. Otherwise, when they come back, there will definitely be a group of poor ghosts begging me to help send bones, and I can't stand it."

The coachman bowed his hand and Qin Kun nodded: "Okay, I'll give you another ingot. I'll see the corpse of a child on the road and help me deliver a good place."

The coachman hesitated for a moment and nodded, "Success! Let me listen to you!"

In the suburbs of ghost towns, countless lonely ghosts and wild ghosts are everywhere. These are ghosts who cannot be buried after death and whose descendants are unfilial. There is no incense or no one to pay tribute to them. What awaits them is the complete scattering of souls.

Even if the yin energy is abundant here, ghosts cannot live by drinking the northwest wind.

"This uncle, please pity me, give me some rewards and buy some food!"

"Put your body-admiring clothes, I'm cold..."

"Please..."

Qin Kun and Chu Qianxun were surrounded, and wailing sounds were heard one after another. Chu Qianxun's oil lamp was used as a shock. In addition, they were little ghosts of the wandering soul level, so few dared to get close.

Chu Qianxun originally had a cold and ruthless attitude towards ghosts, and it was deeply rooted in his heart. His grandfather taught her that humans and ghosts were incompatible since childhood. The mission of the ghost catching master is to catch ghosts and kill ghosts, and to restore the purity and peace of the world. However, in such a place that is neither yin nor yang, he doesn't know how to do it.

As ghosts, they can only wait to die in such wilderness, just like the vulnerable groups in society, extremely pitiful.

"Qin Kun... might as well give them some food? I just bought a lot..." Chu Qianxun said unbearable.

When the ghosts around him heard this, they looked excited: "Thank you, the female Bodhisattva!"

Qin Kun refused: "Why? I bought them all. Whoever I want to give them to, what does it have to do with them?"

The ghosts were angry and stared at Qin Kun with resentment, and a few of them were trying to pounce.

Chu Qianxun said angrily: "Don't you think I am cruel, ruthless? Why are you like this?"

Qin Kun simply used his yang body, turned his head to the group of ghosts and said, "If you feel that you can't make it anymore, I can send you to the underworld and reincarnate again. There is no need to survive here, how about it?"

Qin Kun's yang energy was exerted, and a urn was holding a urn on his palm, emitting a heart-pounding breath. At the same time, a desperate force pulled the surrounding ghosts, and the air became sticky and made people unable to move.

After the fright, there was a fierce resistance. The ghosts around him fled desperately, but no one agreed to be liberated. They ran to the distance and looked at the urn, as if they had encountered something terrible.

Qin Kun shrugged and said to Chu Qianxun: "Did you see it? They just want to survive, not want to enter the underworld, not want to enter the six realms of reincarnation. Such people are afraid of retribution in the next life, fearing that they have evil karma, and making them turn into pigs and dogs in the next life, and would rather stay here to disappear than reincarnate. What's the pity? Their evil karma will only be retribution to their children and grandchildren in the end, so they deserve it!!"

Qin Kun did not hide his voice and glanced at the surrounding ghosts. When the ghosts heard it, they all staggered their eyes and refused to look directly at Qin Kun.

Qin Kun discovered this kind of thing after he got the urn. The reason why many ghosts are unwilling to be reborn is that they are unwilling to bear their evil deeds and are afraid of retribution in the next life, but no one can avoid such things as cause and effect. The retribution that should be reduced will eventually be reduced! They do not bear it, but they are their descendants and descendants.

Chu Qianxun was speechless.

His grandfather had only told her the great truth, and never mentioned these details. His grandfather seemed to be like other predecessors of the Southern Sect, who only believed in the superiority that power brought to ghost-catching people, and never cared about anything else.

Qin Kun put away the urn. If so many ghosts are willing to be saved by himself, he can refine many "yin candles". One is 100 merits. Qin Kun also has the ability to catch them into the urn to refine them and force them to be saved, but he has never done this before.

Qin Kun’s temper is so strange. It is beneficial to me to do this, but it is even more good for your descendants. If you don’t appreciate it, it’s better for me to do this benefit, but I won’t ask you to let me save you.

The ghosts began to disperse, only four remained, and they were all dying old ghosts.

The four old ghosts knelt down and kowtowed to Qin Kun carefully and said, "This Taoist master... please save us. We were unwilling to enter the cycle of reincarnation after we died. We were hiding from the pursuit of cattle, horses and black and white. Now we think about it, we are confused..."

Qin Kun was not polite, and gave them a lot of money: "I went to the underworld to have a good meal and reincarnate early. I will tell you a secret. The incense burned by your descendants for you will become your blessing in the next life. Go! Remember to accumulate virtue and do good deeds in the next life."

Qin Kun's urn appeared on his hand, and the system prompt sounded continuously. Four old ghosts were included in it. Qin Kun also refined them into Yin candles.

Success! This candle is worth at least 400 points of merit!

Qin Kun looked at the shade candle in the urn with satisfaction, and suddenly found that the shade candle was gray, which was a little different from the white shade candle he usually refined.

And... it looks very much like the candle Chu Qianxun just took out!

When Qin Kun wanted to take out Yinzhu and ask Chu Qianxun, several armored ghosts walked out of the charity house not far away.

"Yangren?! Do you dare to save the ghost people in the king's realm? Who gave me the courage?!"

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Chapter completed!