Although it is difficult to understand, it has nothing to do with him. They are separated by a hundred years, and the generation gap spans several generations.
Seeing how excited they were, Jing Cheng couldn't help but ask, "So what's in your bag...?"
Are you preparing so much red saltpeter to set up a demon-killing formation?
But based on Jing Cheng's several dealings with people from the Taoist Association, he didn't think these people were reliable.
"Ah, what are you talking about?" The young Taoist took out a plastic bag from his bag, which was filled with ground red saltpeter powder. He handed it to Jing Cheng and said excitedly, "This is red saltpeter! The top material for exorcising ghosts. If there is a disobedient ghost here that wants to cause trouble, just kill it!"
As he spoke, he casually grabbed a handful of red saltpeter powder and made a cool gesture of "scattering beans to create soldiers", "Swish, swish, swish!"
“…”
The expression on Jingcheng's face was blank for a moment.
How could he not know that red saltpeter has become the “top material” for exorcising ghosts?
Zhang Jinhuai walked over slowly with a peach wood sword in hand. Jing Cheng turned his head and looked over, with a look of confusion on his face.
...
...
Zhang Jinhuai had no expression on his face, and his lips moved slightly: "Forum."
Why is red saltpeter so miraculous? Isn’t it because of the “Zhenren Lingsu” in the forum?
This is just like ordinary people who don't see a doctor when they are sick but like to go online to Baidu, forcing nonsense upon themselves.
Thinking of this, Zhang Jinhuai looked at Jing Cheng hesitantly, thinking that this guy is much more popular in the forum than him. The new generation of young Taoists have an extraordinary interest in Lingsu Zhenren. Almost every post replied by "Lingsu Zhenren" is regarded as a gospel by everyone. It can be said that it is... blind worship.
Hear the wind, it is rain.
Jing Cheng obviously didn't realize this, he stared at him blankly and asked, "What forum?"
Zhang Jinhuai: “…” It seems this guy doesn’t even know the storm he has stirred up in the forum?
Seeing that he didn't say anything, Jing Cheng lowered his head and pondered for a while. He seemed to remember something, took out his mobile phone and opened the Taoist Association's forum.
"Huh? Is there still signal on your cell phone?" Zhang Baodou came over and asked in surprise.
"Hmm." Jing Cheng answered absentmindedly, flipping through the posts he had answered before, and quickly found a post he had previously posted about resolving the hostility of evil spirits. He moved his fingers, added a few words such as "Red saltpeter should not be used indiscriminately" as a warning, and clicked to repost.
Not to mention the attention his sudden modification of the post had attracted in the Taoist Association's forum, his current behavior was enough to make the people in the Taoist Association dumbfounded.
Everyone present looked surprised. They took out their cell phones, opened them and looked at what was happening with a dazed expression.
Why do they have no cell phone signal?
Places with too much yin energy can easily interfere with the magnetic field. Under normal circumstances, mobile phones will have no signal, let alone surfing the Internet.
Does the interference of Yin energy with the magnetic field depend on the person?
Everyone was speechless for a moment, and their expressions became increasingly strange.
Jing Cheng put his phone away, looked back at Qin Yan, and saw that he was standing there obediently. There was someone next to him who seemed to know him and was talking to him actively. Qin Yan had a bored expression on his face, occasionally responding, and his eyes would occasionally glance in Jing Cheng's direction.
Jing Cheng felt relieved, thinking that nothing would happen to Qin Yan for a while, so he turned to Zhang Jinhuai and said, "I just heard you say that you want to exorcise all the ghosts here? Do you have a specific plan for such a large project? I see that the people you brought this time are almost no different from ordinary people. If they fail, they may not be able to withstand the backlash of these ghosts."
Zhang Jinhuai heard the doubt in his tone and his heart suddenly sank. So what impression did the other party have of their Taoist Association?
Looking at Jing Cheng's serious face, it seemed that he was discussing this matter with him very seriously, without any hint of sarcasm.
Zhang Jinhuai couldn't help but examine himself in his heart whether he was being mean-spirited.
Frowning and thinking for a moment, Zhang Jinhuai said, "It was an accidental discovery. How can there be any rules? Fortunately, there are no evil spirits here. The ghosts' resentment is not heavy. Those who can be saved can be saved..." He tilted his head to look at the ghosts scattered throughout the hall, paused and said firmly, "Those who cannot be saved...cannot be left here."
Those who are not of my race must have different hearts.
In Zhang Jinhuai's eyes, even if these ghosts didn't cause trouble now, they would cause big trouble sooner or later. What's more, these ghosts just deliberately teased them. If an ordinary person came here, he would probably be scared to the point of insanity, and by then it would be too late.
Jing Cheng followed his gaze and saw that most of the ghosts here had dull eyes and blurred figures, floating aimlessly in this empty building. Perhaps it was because it was too long since their death, and they had forgotten too many things, and there was little resentment left.
Logically speaking, these ghosts should have been waiting in line in the underworld for reincarnation, so how come they appear in such large numbers in the human world?
Why do they stay here?
Jing Cheng once again thought of the "boss" that the little ghost mentioned. If there was a ghost king here, then it would make sense that it had a bunch of "ghost brothers" who obeyed its orders.
A female ghost was lying on the ground, dragging half of her bloody body, and wriggling slowly towards the direction where the Taoists were gathered. Her eyes were bloodshot and a strange, shrill laugh came from her mouth.
The young Taoist priest nearby had just opened his eyes after dripping the cow's tears when he saw this scene. He was so scared that his soul almost left his body. He quickly stepped back and covered his eyes tightly in collapse: "Fuck, don't let me see this, I will have nightmares at night."
The people nearby were also busy dodging left and right, gasping in shock.
There is more than one ghost who died in a miserable way.
This place is close to a crossroads, where there are many car accidents and there is a lot of evil energy around. No wonder the ghosts here look so scary.
Zhang Jinhuai's face straightened, and he turned to Jing Cheng and said, "There is no time to lose."
"I understand what you mean, but we must first capture the leader." Jing Cheng said calmly, "We should first capture the 'boss' as they call him, and then we can do anything else."
As soon as the words fell, a sinister voice came from far away and echoed throughout the building.
"What do you want me to do?"
The hoarse, cold voice, spoken word by word, struck everyone's eardrums hard. Everyone's heart trembled when they heard it. The young Taoist priests with low cultivation had a buzzing head and fell to the ground, covering their heads.
Only a few people were still standing there, including Jing Cheng and Qin Yan.
Seeing this scene, Zhang Jinhuai exclaimed in his heart.
The people in the Taoist Association knew exactly what level of expert Jing Cheng was, but what about Qin Yan?
This guy is clearly just an ordinary person? !
Before Zhang Jinhuai could ask his doubts, with the arrival of the "boss", an overwhelming cold atmosphere instantly swept across the entire building.
Qin Yan frowned, a thin layer of cold sweat appeared on his forehead. He felt very uncomfortable now. Countless angry and shrill screams were playing in his mind, almost giving him a splitting headache. Even though he had long been accustomed to the sounds of nightmares, he still felt uncomfortable now.
Qin Yan knew that he was affected by resentment.
Resentment can affect a person's mood, making it impossible for him to make judgments in the first place, or even causing him to make wrong choices, allowing the resentment to take advantage of the situation and completely destroy a person's will.
But Jing Cheng once told him that as long as he had a firm mind and was not disturbed by external things, nothing could affect him.
These are all fake.
Thinking of this, Qin Yan held the amulet tightly in his hand. The slight warmth calmed his heart. Gradually, the noise in his mind seemed to fade away.
He felt that the environment around him was extremely peaceful, and the hustle and bustle had all turned silent...
Wait, why is it so quiet?
Qin Yan raised his head suddenly, only to see that most of the people had fainted on the ground, with an unknown look on their life or death. The only remaining conscious people were all staring at the center of the hall.
Their faces showed an expression of being speechless, as if they were about to laugh but not yet, their skin was trembling, the corners of their mouths were twitching, and their expressions were indescribably strange.
Qin Yan turned his head and looked towards the center of the hall. What on earth had happened?
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