Shen Boyuan: "It's like this, those people just now are descendants of some wandering sorcerers. They want to invite us to participate in a paranormal program, and I'd like you to go too."

He handed the proposal on the table to Cheng Jingru, who glanced at it twice and then put it down.

He said calmly, "Senior, I also received an invitation from the program team, and I was just about to tell you."

Looking at her expression, Shen Boyuan immediately understood. "Your parents want you to participate, but you don't want to, right?"

Cheng Jingru gave a wry smile: "After all, I'm still a student, and it's not good to always miss classes. Besides, I want to focus on my cultivation and don't want to do anything that's just for show."

However, she became famous at the Xuanmen Academic Exchange Conference, and her photos went viral online, bringing her a surge in popularity and attention.

Liu Manling doesn't know who she wants to spite, but she insists that she do metaphysical live streams, and recently she even made her appear on a small variety show that observes various industries.

That night, she and her fellow disciples went to subdue a large ghost. They were busy all night before they finished, and they also encountered Pei Di performing an exorcism.

The other party might not believe it, but I really didn't know Pei Di was inside.

Shen Boyuan: "If you're really tired, I'll take someone else. As for your parents, I plan to talk to them in person."

Cheng Jingru shook her head: "No, senior brother, I've changed my mind now, I'm willing to go."

“If it were just my parents forcing me to go, I wouldn’t think it would make any sense. But now the situation is different. You’ve decided to let me go, which means this program can help me improve.”

Cheng Jingru smiled and said, "Now I believe that the production team will definitely be able to invite some very talented and extraordinary people. I want to learn from them."

This is quite different from the Xuanmen Academic Exchange Conference, which still follows a lecture + practice model and reflects a school mindset.

But this show is purely competitive, and the competition may be more brutal and unpredictable, but it can also better hone your skills.

Shen Boyuan: "It's good that you think that way."

He thought for a moment and then added, "Don't worry, Dean Wu has entrusted this matter to me. I plan to invite Professor Ruan to serve as an advisor and oversee things."

Cheng Jingru hesitated for a moment and said, "Are you talking about my sister? She's about to take the college entrance exam, so it might be inconvenient for her."

Shen Boyuan was slightly taken aback: "Is that so? I'm sorry, I didn't think it through."

He abandoned the idea and decided to do it himself.

He used to be too arrogant and conceited, thinking that no one in the younger generation could compare to him, but in the end, Mingzhuo slapped him in the face.

After Mingzhuo disappeared on the ghost train, he has been diligently cultivating for the past six months and has made great progress in his cultivation. He is now the leader of a sect.

Even the four elders thought highly of him and hoped that he could succeed Wu Jiao.

Having him as the host of this program is actually the most suitable thing for him.

——

In the evening, at Luowu Residence.

Li Wenhe helped Pei Di with her exams, He Wangyao practiced drawing talismans, and Xianze, feeling bored, went swimming in the lake that Mingzhuo had recommended.

As he was passing by Qinghui Residence, Ruan Mingying stopped him and asked him to bring some homemade food for Ruan Mingxuan.

Mingzhuo was quick at finishing the exam papers, and when she had nothing to do, she picked up the portrait to look at it.

It's quite certain that this man concealed his birth chart, and since the person in his memory is different from the real person, many details will be lost.

Based on this portrait alone, she couldn't deduce anything.

Gu Xu sent her a message during the day, saying that his father's condition had improved.

Mingzhuo told him about how he had reluctantly refused 50 million.

The person on the other end couldn't help but call back, their voice tinged with amusement: "Looks like you're feeling quite resentful."

Mingzhuo said quietly, "Yes, I have a lot of resentment. It's such a waste to let good money go to waste."

Li Wenhe: "..."

Gu Xu thought for a moment and said, "How about this, after I return to China, I will introduce you to more business opportunities with wealthy people."

Mingzhuo: "Okay, I'll give you a cut."

He paused, then asked, "Ah Xu, what's that sound coming from your end?"

Gu Xu: "I am with a high-ranking monk right now. That is the sound of monks chanting sutras."

Mingzhuo's mind stirred slightly, as if he had grasped something in an instant.

Gu Xu had other things to do, so he hung up after saying a few words.

Mingzhuo lowered his head and stared at the portrait again.

With a soft click, the puppet jumped onto the table, found a seat, and sat down properly with its hands tucked into its sleeves.

His dark eyes stared at Mingzhuo, motionless, quiet and eerie.

Mingzhuo tilted his head and glanced at it: "What, you know him?"

The puppet didn't speak, but Mingzhuo understood its meaning: "You think this person shouldn't be so young?"

She glanced at the person in the portrait. He looked to be about twenty-six or twenty-seven years old, like a naive young man. By today's standards, he should be over sixty years old.

The puppet's comment that the person shouldn't be so young meant that the other person was actually more than twenty years older. Oh, they're in their eighties or nineties! They're practically buried up to their necks.

No wonder he reeks of decay.

Mingzhuo: "On the contrary, I think that the Taoist priest in human skin was used to mislead us. This person shouldn't be a Taoist priest at all."

Li Wenhe got up and walked over, looking at the portrait. "If it's not a Taoist priest, then what is it?"

They searched the Xuanmen sect for a long time but couldn't find anyone who matched.

Gu Xu's side also came up empty-handed; if even Gu Xu couldn't do anything, then they were at a loss as well.

Mingzhuo tapped the pen a few times, writing each word clearly: "Buddhist, monk."

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