"Oh my god, look! The compass's reaction is too violent. I suspect the demon hiding here is definitely not a good person!"
When Zhang Baodou was observing the building, he accidentally turned his head and saw the compass needle in the hand of the person next to him spinning wildly. He was startled and started shouting.
"Have you ever seen a kind demon?" Zhang Jinhuai walked over with a bad face, glared at him, and gently scolded, "Don't you know what the occasion is? Can't you speak more quietly?"
"I have never seen a monster in my life, have I?" Zhang Baodou shrank his neck like a quail under his glare, scratched his scalp, and lowered his voice to say, "Master Junior, should we notify Xiao Jing?"
Although Jing Cheng's abilities are obvious to all, he is younger than the other members of the Taoist Association after all, so in private, the people in the Taoist Association "affectionately" call Jing Cheng "Xiao Jing".
Zhang Jinhuai glanced at him coldly. He was trying to boost others' morale but destroy his own prestige. He was really going backwards as he grew older.
"With Junior Master here, why do you still need to curry favor with him?" One of Zhang's disciples couldn't stand it anymore and looked at him in disbelief. "I'm just confused. How powerful is that Jing? Is he worthy of you two treating him like a god?"
Zhang Baodou: "Hey! If you hadn't been there that day, you wouldn't have known that Taoist Jing showed his power in Bijia Village. He first caused thunder to break the formation, and then confronted Peng Ji. It only took him a few minutes to defeat him! No matter how powerful the monster is, he only needs a talisman. Isn't that awesome?"
Zhang's disciples were stunned. Although they knew that Zhang Baodou's words were definitely exaggerated, they still felt that his description was a bit too exaggerated.
He had heard of the name Peng Ji. The Taoist Association had been trying to catch someone for more than ten years but failed to do so, which showed how cunning he was. But now he was dealt with in a few moves by an unknown little Taoist priest. Are the people in the Taoist Association just sitting there doing nothing but eating and drinking?
...
...
Of course, there is another possibility...but Zhang Jinhuai was standing next to him at this time, and he didn't dare to think about it or say it.
"...Later, a large group of us arrived there, but we didn't even get to drink the soup. We just helped him the whole time." Zhang Baodou sighed, "At first, I thought he was a 'little monster' from some deep mountain forest, but later I found out that he was actually a high school student, a rich second-generation."
Zhang Baodou shook his head and said, "No wonder our master always said that talent is very important for people who practice Taoism. For someone like me who has no talent, even after ten years of practice, I can't even compare to someone else's breathing."
Zhang Jinhuai had a sullen face and said nothing.
The Zhang disciple who brought up the topic was standing next to Zhang Jinhuai. He was so overwhelmed by the low pressure emanating from him that he didn't dare to breathe.
I could only whisper to comfort her: "Don't belittle yourself. I haven't seen you work hard in normal times. It's obvious that you are comparing yourself with others now."
Zhang Baodou: “…”
Having said that... is this really a comfort? It's too depressing.
He looked around and tried to change the subject: "Hey? Where is that little classmate who is said to be Master Jing's apprentice? Have you seen him?"
When they bring people here, they must ensure their safety.
Seeing Qin Yan standing alone at the entrance of the old building, looking up at the building, not knowing what he was thinking, Zhang Baodou hurried over to greet him: "Student Qin, come here quickly, it's not safe there."
Qin Yan had a lot of talismans on his body. In Jing Cheng's words, "Even if they are completely wiped out, you can still wait for me safely", so he didn't take Zhang Baodou's words to heart.
But in order to avoid trouble, he still walked over.
"By the way, you probably don't know who we are yet, right?" Seeing Qin Yan so obedient, Zhang Baodou introduced him in a very good mood, "It's absolutely safe to follow us. This is Zhang Jinhuai, the president of our Taoist Association and the head of our Longhushan Zhang family of this generation. This is Zhang Hongxian, the elder of the sect, and this is..."
Qin Yan originally thought that they called him over to discuss something, but he was unexpectedly forced to introduce himself to them. He felt impatient and said perfunctorily, "I see. How disrespectful."
No wonder he can’t win over Orange every time he fights for monsters. He just does these nonsense things. We are just a temporary team. He is not a Taoist...
It was too dark at night, and Zhang Baodou didn't pay close attention to the expression on his face. He continued to remind him, "You just need to stay behind my junior master this time. Don't take the initiative to cause trouble. The demons are vicious and cunning, and you will fall into their trap if you are not careful."
The trap...is it an illusion?
Qin Yan thought of the illusion he had entered before, and suddenly wanted to go in again to take a look.
After returning home that night, he was confused and told Jing Cheng what he saw in the illusion. Unexpectedly, Jing Cheng's expression was very strange after listening to him, which made him doubt that the things he saw in the illusion might have really happened.
He had a very strong thought in his mind at that time: that was his and Jing Cheng’s previous life!
However, Jing Cheng seemed to realize something, and no matter how he hinted at it later, he never mentioned it again.
Thinking of this, Qin Yan pretended to be indifferent and asked: "Is it possible for you cultivators to remember your past lives?"
"Why are you asking this?" Zhang Baodou asked suspiciously. He seemed to have thought of something. He showed an excited look on his face and asked hurriedly, "Did your master remember his past life? Was he some legendary Taoist master in his past life? I was wondering why he was so awesome in this life. Turns out he had cheats?"
“…”
Qin Yan coughed lightly and said, "No, I'm just curious and asked casually."
Zhang Baodou said "oh" with some disappointment, and said weakly: "What you are talking about is called 'reincarnation' in Taoism, that is, the three souls and seven spirits are not dispersed, and the soul is reincarnated intact. This is an extremely rare case, less than one in ten million people, and it can only be done by people with great luck. So far, I have never heard of any sage who was reincarnated with his memories."
Qin Yan: “…” Then why were you so excited just now?
After thinking for a while, he asked again: "What about time travel? Is that possible?"
"This..." Zhang Baodou pushed his glasses and said seriously, "From a scientific point of view, time travel is impossible unless your speed is faster than time! However," his expression changed and he said mysteriously, "In our metaphysical world, time travel does exist. As far as I know, there are two cases..."
Qin Yan's heart was shocked, and before he could ask anything, he was interrupted by the person next to him.
"Zhang Baodou, are you itching for trouble?" Zhang Jinhuai's cold voice suddenly rang out in the darkness.
Zhang Baodou: "...It's not itchy. I just took a shower last night."
"Stop talking nonsense. Just lead the way."
"Uncle Junior Master, this is my first time here too..."
Zhang Jinhuai looked at him coldly.
"……twitter."
Zhang Baodou bowed and hunched like a little eunuch, and obediently ran to the front to lead the way.
The old building used to be a shopping mall, so the lobby on the first floor is very large. The divided shops are still there, but there are no goods and no one is looking after them.
Everyone walked in with flashlights. There was no life in the empty hall. It was pitch black, and the endless darkness seemed to swallow up everyone who came in.
The cold air overwhelmed everyone and was everywhere.
The compass needle was spinning even faster.
Everyone felt a sinking feeling in their hearts, believing that this trip would not end well.
The vice president of their Taoist Association is right here, there is nothing to be afraid of.
The eyes of several young Taoists unconsciously drifted towards Zhang Jinhuai.
Zhang Jinhuai walked in front with an expressionless face, his movements were calm and his steps were brisk.
Qin Yan walked slowly at the back, holding his cell phone. Fu Le had just sent him a message saying that the scenic spot had been dealt with and asked where they were.
I chatted with Fu Dasha for a while and sent them both my location information.
While looking down at his phone, Qin Yan didn't notice that the air in front of him suddenly twisted, like ripples on a lake.
Then a wall suddenly appeared in front of me, and a corner appeared out of nowhere.
The Taoist Association members were unaware of anything and turned around the corner.
The footsteps gradually faded away and disappeared.
When Qin Yan realized something was wrong, he suddenly looked up, only to find that the people from the Taoist Association were gone.
???
Where are the people?
My chest felt slightly hot.
He lowered his head and touched the hot area, and it turned out that the amulet was sending out an alert.
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…
Half an hour later.
"Why does it feel so wrong? Have we come to a concentration camp for ghosts?" Zhang Baodou said, unable to bear it any longer.
After going around in circles countless times and failing to find the stairs and the door, they finally realized that they were stuck.
What the hell is going on?
So many Taoist priests were fooled by a group of little ghosts? !
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