Chapter 315 Jinjiang
Lu Xingxing was solemnly handed over to the Taoist priest by Yan Shixun.
When the Taoist priest took over this cold, lifeless, and unconscious body, his nose felt sore and the strong man almost cried.
He watched Lu Xingxing grow up.
Not only him, but all the Taoist priests present, including the old Taoist priest who dozed off every day at the gate of Haiyun Temple, had watched Lu Xingxing grow from a teenager to what he is now.
Taoist Priest Song Yi is the number one person of this generation, and he is in charge of many important affairs in Haiyun Temple. Therefore, almost all Taoist priests have had interactions with Taoist Priest Song Yi.
Anyone who has met Taoist Master Song Yi will certainly have heard this serious Taoist master, who is always stern, talk bitterly and resentfully about his disobedient little disciple.
He is playful, likes to make noises and laugh, and instead of focusing on his main job, he makes music. He says his goal is to win a gold medal in music.
But he skips classes every day.
If the Taoist priest in charge of the lessons had not been in a wheelchair, he might have chased Lu Xingxing around the world and dragged him back to study.
But as long as Lu Xingxing and Taoist Song Yi were in the temple at the same time, there would be a scene of Taoist Song Yi chasing Lu Xingxing all over the mountain. This was often seen by pilgrims who went to Haiyun Temple, who smiled and said that the relationship between the master and disciple was really good.
Lu Xingxing was a very outgoing person, and in his eyes, there was no such thing as embarrassment or awkwardness. Even if it was a stranger he had never met before, he could get close to the other person in a few minutes.
What’s more, the Taoist priests in the Taoist temples.
Almost every Taoist priest had been affectionately called "Uncle Master" by Lu Xingxing, and had also been coaxed and persuaded by Lu Xingxing to help them out of trouble and plead for mercy in front of Taoist Song Yi.
But the lively and bright child in the past now lies coldly in his hands, pale and silent...
When the Taoist priest carried him toward the medical vehicle, he even felt that the weight in his hands was more than a thousand pounds, making every step he took extremely difficult.
Lu Xingxing was carefully handed over to medical staff, who treated his external injuries.
When the medical staff carefully cut open his clothes and saw the purple and blue scars on his skin, his nose suddenly felt as if he had been punched. It was sore and astringent, and he couldn't stop wanting to cry.
As soon as one of the medical staff touched the wound on Lu Xingxing's ankle, his skin was chilled. He let out a small cry and looked to the side hesitantly.
If she didn't know that Yan Shixun and the Taoist priests would not joke about their lives, she would even think that the person lying here... was a corpse.
The rest of the people felt the same way.
No pulse, no heartbeat, no breathing.
Anyone who sees Lu Xingxing now would not think that he is still alive. Medically speaking, he does not even need to be rescued.
Only a trace of ghostly power sealed Lu Xingxing's soul in this body, preventing his last breath from dissipating.
Ye Li is trying to prolong his life as much as possible.
Lu Xingxing called Ye Li "Master's Aunt", so the Lord of Fengdu, who never paid too much attention to the human world, was willing to protect him all the way and really treated him as his own son or nephew.
Yan Shixun and several Taoist priests stood beside the medical vehicle, watching the medical staff methodically treating Lu Xingxing's hideous wounds.
He lowered his eyes and looked at Lu Xingxing's peaceful yet pale and cold sleeping face.
"Master, please send Xingxing back to Haiyun Temple first."
Yan Shixun said softly: "Haiyun Temple has many years of accumulated formations that can gather vitality and nourish the souls of stars, which is good for him."
"When I was not with Xingxing, he was asked to be taken care of by the Taoist priests."
The Taoist priest nodded solemnly: "Daoyou Yan, don't worry, this child is also my nephew, and I have watched him grow up. We will take good care of him and won't neglect anything."
As he spoke, he sighed and murmured sadly, "How should I tell Taoist Song about this? Sigh..."
When he came, he was full of energy, but when he left, he was lying coldly.
Before Xingxing left, Taoist Song said angrily that he would not let him go until he finished reciting the scriptures, and he must not let this bad boy find a chance to sneak away.
But now, Lu Xingxing will never run away again.
Lu Xingxing’s incident also made everyone feel depressed.
However, the subsequent finishing work still needs to continue.
Except for a few Taoist priests who were assigned to guard the temporary camp, the other Taoist priests entered the entire mountain range next to the Shadow Puppet Museum and conducted a carpet check for ghost auras. Once they saw any, they would clear them out.
Many objects in the shadow puppet museum that were contaminated with evil spirits were also detoxified by the Taoist priests one by one and were prepared to be handed over to the expert group that would arrive later.
After all, Southwest Ghost Opera has been around for thousands of years and has a high research value for the local conditions and customs of the Southwest. If it can be preserved, experts still hope to preserve and pass it on as much as possible.
Although wood carvings and shadow puppets scare people, putting aside the evil spirits, they are indeed excellent cultures that represent the pinnacle of artistic level of craftsmen.
Before this part of the matter was completely handed over, the director team had something else to do.
But now, they are still helping the rescue team clean up the scene and trying to do what they can.
When the assistant director wanted to find Zhang Wubing, he suddenly realized that he seemed not to have returned, and he immediately panicked.
"It's over, Director Zhang hasn't come back yet!"
The assistant director hurriedly went to find Yan Shixun, holding his arm and almost crying: "With Director Zhang's unlucky physique, if he encounters a ghost, won't he be more miserable than Lu Xingxing? Brother Yan, Brother Yan, you have to find Director Zhang! You have such a good relationship, you can't give up on him!"
Hearing the assistant director's anxious voice, Yan Shixun raised his eyebrows but did not comment.
If Zhang Wubing encounters a ghost, he will definitely be the worst. But the one here is the King of Hell, and if he encounters a ghost, the ghost will probably run away first.
“It’s not lost.”
Yan Shixun raised his hand nonchalantly and pointed at the person who was talking to the official leader not far away: "Isn't that him? Zhang Dabing."
The assistant director looked over doubtfully, only to find that the young man in a long gown who had been standing next to the official person in charge was Zhang Wubing.
But that man had an upright posture, a faint smile on his noble and handsome face, and the aura of having been in a high position for a long time influenced his surroundings invisibly. He held a folding fan in his hand, with his white and slender fingers casually placed on his arm, like a noble immortal who didn't care about anything.
No matter how you look at it, he is different from the Director Zhang who was crying and asking for help that the assistant director was familiar with.
But upon closer inspection, their facial features seem similar...
If these words were not said by Yan Shixun, the assistant director would even suspect whether he was teasing him.
Or maybe this person is really Zhang Dabing, Zhang Wubing’s brother.
After hesitating for a long time, the assistant director walked over reluctantly and asked cautiously, "Um...um, are you Director Zhang Wubing?"
The King of Hell stopped talking to the official person in charge, turned around and saw an uneasy face.
It seems that he wants to get a definite answer, but he doesn't dare to hear the answer with his own ears.
The King of Hell raised his eyebrows slowly and smiled.
"No, I am the King of Hell."
Assistant Director: “!!!”
Official person in charge: “!!!”
He looked at the King of Hell in horror: Can I tell this to others? It will cause chaos!
But under the worried gaze of the official person in charge, the assistant director visibly breathed a sigh of relief, relaxed, and returned to his usual smiling self.
"Director Zhang really loves to joke around, hahaha. Were you scared just now? You didn't even look like you were smiling just now. I was so scared that I thought something happened to you."
The assistant director laughed and said, "That's good. That's good."
"I just didn't expect that there would be such a big difference between you smiling and not smiling. I couldn't recognize you just now."
The assistant director smiled and waved to Yan Wang, saying, "Don't worry, leave everything to me. You can just calm down and take a rest here. I will connect with the expert group and the special department."
As he spoke, the assistant director nodded to the official person in charge, turned around and left with a smile, and began to direct the directors' team with great enthusiasm.
The staff who watched the whole process nearby couldn't help but sigh: "The assistant director is a good person. He is really good at dealing with things."
Who doesn’t want a friend who cares about them and can even discover that they are missing and save their life at the critical moment?
But after the assistant director left, the official person in charge was so scared that his heart was beating fast.
However, the King of Hell gently withdrew his gaze, and his eyes were filled with infinite brilliance and were extremely beautiful.
"Look, I didn't even lie to him. I told him my true identity. How sincere I am. How could I lie to you?"
The King of Hell smiled and looked at the official person in charge, and said meaningfully: "I told the truth, it depends on whether you dare to believe it."
The official person in charge looked at Yan Wang with complicated eyes, and then looked past him at Yan Shixun who was not far away.
After a long moment, he smiled bitterly and shook his head.
Yes, that's the appearance of an evil spirit. How could the person next to Mr. Yan be an ordinary person?
...But even so, with two Kings of Hell plus the Lord of Fengdu, Mr. Yan controls all the deaths by himself!
The person in charge thought to himself, everyone says that the King of Hell is scary, but now it seems that Mr. Yan is probably more scary.
He had never been more grateful than at this moment that Yan Shixun was on the same side as him.
If Yan Shixun wanted to do something, I'm afraid no one could resist him. Being Yan Shixun's enemy... was a nightmare more terrible than hell.
"Director Zhang! Director Zhang."
The director's crew came running over with cameras in their hands. "Luckily, we just found a spare camera in the logistics vehicle. Director Zhang, the media team said that they were worried that the audience wouldn't see it and everyone would have wild thoughts, so they asked us to cooperate and broadcast it live to the audience to stabilize the media situation."
Yan Wang took the camera with great interest: "Is this what the little idiot likes?"
"Light, shadow, and sound are nothing more than a fleeting memory of time. The delusion of grasping time will eventually be shattered. No one can live forever in a moment. What the little fool pursued was actually such a false thing."
Yan Wang sneered, but still did not refuse. Instead, he walked towards Yan Shixun with the camera.
The director crew who were left behind: “???”
He looked at Yan Wang's back in confusion, then looked at the person in charge, and asked in confusion: "What has our director been through? What kind of blow has he suffered? This is a complete turn of events!"
"Is there anyone who doesn't know that Director Zhang's dream is to be a director? Why is he denying his dream and scolding himself???"
The person in charge being stared at: ...Good question, I know the answer but I can’t say it.
He spread his hands, looking helpless.
The directors had no choice but to walk back in confusion with a lot of questions in their heads.
When Yan Wang approached Yan Shixun, he was with medical staff, waiting to bandage his wounds.
Seeing Yan Wang coming over with a smile on his face, Yan Shixun, who was talking calmly with the medical staff, raised his eyebrows, made a pause gesture to the medical staff, and told her to go and deal with other people's injuries first and come back to him later.
The medical staff looked at Yan Shixun's wounds with some embarrassment. Although such injuries were common for Yan Shixun, they still looked bloody and hideous to others.
If an ordinary person had received the same injury, they would have rolled on the ground in agony, but Yan Shixun didn't care at all and didn't even frown...
This made the medical staff feel a little reluctant. After thinking for a while, they advised: "But, Mr. Yan, your injuries are also very serious... I know that you can endure pain very well, but that was before when there were no conditions for treatment. Now it is safe, you should bandage it first."
Yan Shixun smiled and waved his hand, pointing at Zhang Wubing who was nearby, and asked the medical staff with a smile: "Do you think that with this little idiot's attitude, he will give me time to bandage you properly? When you are halfway through the bandage, I'm afraid he will hug you and cry together."
The medical staff was amused by Yan Shixun. Someone nearby was calling for medical help, so she nodded and prepared to leave with her medicine box: "When Mr. Yan is done, remember to come to me for bandaging. No matter how small the wound is, it cannot be left unattended."
Yan Shixun nodded with a smile: "Definitely."
After the medical staff left, the staff nearby had already helped Yan Wang adjust the camera.
If it was Zhang Wubing, who dreamed of becoming a director and had worked hard to teach himself for many years, a small camera would certainly not be a problem for him.
But the King of Hell...
"What's the point of leaving an image? If one doesn't find a good location and leaves an image in a dark place at a dark time, wouldn't it also leave a trace of the soul behind?"
The King of Hell exclaimed in amazement: "I didn't expect that there are still some people who like to see ghosts?"
The staff member who heard this said: "...Director Zhang, have you been shocked and become stupid?"
What's going on? Why does Director Zhang keep scolding himself after coming back?
Yan Shixun, who knew the inside story, raised his eyebrows and looked at the King of Hell meaningfully: "Is it time for some people to leave?"
Yan Shixun: If you dislike my little illness and stupidity, then you can just turn a blind eye to it and leave it alone.
Hearing this, the King of Hell raised his head and turned his gaze from the camera to Yan Shixun.
"For this, you have to ask the Dao."
The King of Hell twirled the folding fan in his hand nonchalantly, with a carefree smile on his lips. When he lowered his eyes to look at the folding fan in his hand, his eyes were as rippling as water waves: "I should have been noticed by the Great Dao immediately after leaving the old Fengdu, and then as a fish that escaped the death net of the gods, I should have been killed by the Great Dao without leaving a trace of consciousness. But..."
"Until now, I am still safe and sound."
When the King of Hell raised his head, the smile on his lips faded, and his expression became serious: "I can't detect any thoughts of the Tao about me, whether good or evil. The Tao seems to have deliberately ignored me."
After hearing this, Yan Shixun also pondered for a while and realized what Yan Wang was thinking: "You mean, there are still some things that the Dao wants you to do?"
The King of Hell nodded, pursed his lips and said nothing more.
After the incident in Old Fengdu, the King of Hell gained a new understanding of the Great Dao. He discovered that many things that he did not understand at the time would prove to him the correctness of the Great Dao in the future.
This caused the King of Hell, who was originally dissatisfied with the Great Dao, to begin to doubt the Great Dao and subconsciously try to figure out the Great Dao's intentions.
Yan Shixun saw the King of Hell's dilemma and chuckled, "The Avenue should let you continue to be the navigation. The King of Hell's navigation is accurate and can be used by both humans and ghosts."
King of Hell: "...Ah, Yan Shixun you are such a nuisance :)"
A staff member not far away came over and reminded the two that the live broadcast platform and social media platform were ready. As long as they were turned on, they would broadcast live simultaneously to report safety to all those who were following the program.
The staff also specifically reminded that the result of communicating with the public opinion group must be to make it clear that everyone is now safe and that it was not a ghost but criminals who did it.
——Anyway, those ghosts in the deserted village are criminals and they are not lying.
Yan Shixun nodded, not feeling embarrassed, and said, "Don't worry, I'm very good at promoting science."
The staff was amused and nodded repeatedly: "Indeed, I have no doubt about this, Brother Yan."
"But Brother Yan, why did you come out from the bottom of the lake at that time? What happened afterwards?"
The staff member couldn't help but ask out of curiosity: "I don't know how Brother Yan did it, it's amazing! I really thought I was dead, but Brother Yan suppressed the whole scene and brought us all back safely. Is he difficult to deal with?"
When mentioning the old Fengdu, Yan Shixun seemed to see Li Chengyun's smiling face in front of his eyes, so the smile on his lips faded and his eyes became dim.
"nothing……"
He whispered, "Some truths, if not told to you, are precisely for your protection. If you don't have the courage to know the truth, don't try to find it, lest you suffer and regret in the future."
The staff member blushed, scratched his head embarrassedly, and started to concentrate on his work.
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The King of Hell stood with his sleeves folded where the camera couldn't reach him, looking calmly at Yan Shixun as he reported safety to the camera.
Yan Shixun took the tablet handed to him by the staff, randomly picked a few questions that attracted a lot of attention, and answered them absent-mindedly.
"Don't worry, it's safe now. There's no need to worry anymore. The staff behind me are cleaning up the garbage at the scene. It's not exorcism as you say. Everyone has the responsibility to maintain hygiene."
"Xingxing? In order to protect everyone, he bravely fought against the criminals. He was injured and is now lying in there. He needs to rest and cannot meet everyone for the time being."
"Xie Lin has found his sister and reunited with her. If he wants to live a stable life, it will probably be difficult for him to meet everyone again in the future. Ask Song Ci for details. Am I Xie Lin's guardian? Tsk."
"There is no ghost, don't say such things."
Yan Shixun said solemnly with a serious face: "Don't be superstitious, believe in science."
[…………]
The audience in front of the screen was in a trance.
But this familiar feeling of being fooled still makes many old viewers feel at home. Their hearts, which have been hanging in the air, have finally settled down, and they feel a solid sense of security.
There were even many people crying with joy: [Yes! That’s the feeling of being fooled by Brother Yan in all seriousness! Woohoo, finally it’s normal!]
[Great, the familiar atmosphere is back.]
[I thought my daily life was boring, but after my doll chased me with a machete last night, I realized that every day is precious. I won’t say more. I’m going to print out Brother Yan’s photo to ward off evil spirits.]
[I was still at Haiyun Temple, and the young master next to me came over to watch the live broadcast. He looked at Brother Yan and called him "Uncle Master!" His eyes sparkled, so cute.]
[Thank God, things are finally getting better.]
Only the King of Hell, who was behind the camera and facing Yan Shixun, said: “…”
Without ghosts, what am I?
After seeing that public opinion had almost stabilized, Yan Shixun handed the live broadcast to the director team and went to find medical personnel to bandage the injury.
While he was casually talking to the King of Hell, he reached out to unbutton his coat and shirt to make it easier for the medical staff to see the wound.
The medical staff originally brought a pair of scissors and wanted to help him cut open the clothes that were stuck to his injured and bleeding flesh, but he waved his hand to refuse, saying that it was not necessary to be so troublesome.
When Yan Shixun pulled off the black shirt that was stuck to the flesh wound, he frowned and groaned.
The black shirt had already been soaked with blood, and when he threw it aside, it still emitted a strong smell of blood.
But soon, everyone's eyes unconsciously shifted from the shirt to Yan Shixun.
He stood there quietly with his eyes slightly lowered. His naked upper body had smooth lines and perfect proportions. His figure was as standard as a sculpture. Every solid and beautiful muscle line was filled with absolute explosive power.
In the morning light, it even has a faint pearly luster, showing his ultimate beauty of power.
There were hideous wounds all over Yan Shixun's body. The deepest wound on his arm was so deep that the skin and flesh were rolled up and the bones were visible. The medical staff couldn't help but gasp when they checked the situation.
She knew very well how painful such a wound would be, and every movement would pull on her muscles, making it extremely difficult.
But Yan Shixun has managed to hold on until now without even crying out in pain.
The medical staff looked at Yan Shixun with eyes full of admiration.
But when the people around him glanced at Yan Shixun, there was a look of shock and amazement in their eyes.
The official responsible persons all silently pinched the soft flesh on their arms.
Well, I'm going to start working out when I get home.
As the King of Hell spoke, his voice became smaller and smaller, until it disappeared completely as his attention was attracted by Yan Shixun.
But before he could take two looks, he felt the hairs on his back stand up and a chill spread down his spine.
It was like there was someone behind him, staring at him gloomily.
It was like a top predator slowly baring its fangs at the rabbit.
The King of Hell shuddered and had a rough guess in his mind.
When he turned around and looked, it was true.
Looking from not far away, it was Yeli.
After the King of Hell moved his gaze away from Yan Shixun, Ye Li snorted coldly and was unwilling to even give him a glance.
He raised his eyebrows meaningfully, and understood in his heart: a certain guy is very jealous, tear tsk tsk tsk.
Ye Li's eyes were cold as he slowly scanned the people around him.
Those who had unconsciously stopped to look at Yan Shixun immediately remembered their original jobs and ran away as if escaping, not daring to look at Yan Shixun again.
Ye Li took a big step forward, took off his long outer robe and put it on Yan Shixun's shoulders, his face stern: "It's cold, be careful not to catch a cold."
Yan Shixun: “…………”
He was speechless and said, "What are you crazy about? I'm treating my wounds. How can I treat them with my clothes on?"
As he spoke, Yan Shixun reached out to take off his robe.
But Ye Li held his shoulder with one hand: "It's okay, I'll hold it for you."
As he spoke, he nodded to the medical staff and said, "Thank you for your hard work. Just expose the areas that need bandaging. There's no need to expose so much."
Especially outside!
If they were at home and it was just him and Shi Xun...it wouldn't be impossible.
Ye Li began to ponder whether he should learn the bandaging techniques of humans, so that he could help Shi Xun apply medicine and bandage in the future, and he would have another reason to get close to Shi Xun.
Yan Shixun looked expressionless: "... Stop smiling, it's very weird, and I can tell at a glance that you don't have any good intentions."
Ye Li coughed lightly and said righteously, "Absolutely not."
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