A spooky voice suddenly appeared, and all the members of the Taoist Association were shocked.
At this moment, everyone present felt as if they were in a world of ice and snow. The chilling cold penetrated into their bones, making them shiver all over.
——The big boss is coming.
——You are so arrogant that you even dare to provoke me in person!
——He is so arrogant. If this ghost doesn’t have something to rely on, he will be in big trouble!
——The aura is so powerful, could this be the legendary... aura of the Ghost King?
The young Taoists were anxious and confused. The teachers and leaders around them endured the pain in their heads that was about to explode and tried to comfort these young people who were just getting started.
"laugh."
In the silent environment, a disdainful sneer suddenly sounded, seeming particularly abrupt.
The cold air stagnated for a moment, then quickly attacked everyone in the hall.
...
...
The voice snorted again: "You don't know your own abilities."
This stirred up a hornet's nest. As if angered by these four words, a strong wind suddenly arose, blowing everyone to the ground. As light and shadow intertwined, the chaotic airflow gradually gathered in the center of the hall, and in a moment it condensed into a blurry black mist, which gradually became clearer and turned into a figure whose face could not be seen clearly.
But everyone knew very well at this moment that the "figure" that appeared out of thin air before their eyes could be anything, but not a human.
The air seemed to become tense.
Everyone's heart skipped a beat and they immediately became alert, looking towards the culprit.
The focus of all eyes was Jing Cheng, who was the one who had just spoken. He was standing with his arms folded, his handsome face covered with a layer of frost. He stared at the "figure" with a fixed gaze, and his voice was also cold: "I have traveled all over the country for so many years, and you are the first one who dares to be arrogant in front of me."
Everyone from the Taoist Association: "..."
You are stronger than anyone else, and you are the most arrogant!
The "figure" trembled suddenly, and the wind around it suddenly surged up. It waved its claws and fangs in the air. At the same time, an angry, broken roar almost penetrated the space: "You - are looking for death!!!"
If the "human figure" still had a body, all the hairs on its body would stand up at this moment.
——Who is this person? His aura is so terrifying!
——Damn it, am I going to get into trouble today?
Obviously, the "figure's" threats were of no use. After hearing it, Jing Cheng just raised his eyebrows slightly, pursed his lips, and rubbed his fingers gently at an angle that no one could see.
"puff!"
A light, leaping flame almost blinded the "figure's" eyes - if it had eyes.
After realizing what that thing was, the "figure" froze for a moment, suppressing the fear that went deep into his bones, and finally couldn't help but curse: "F*ck %/＃%..."
In the eyes of everyone, the anger of the "figure" seemed a bit bluffing.
Because no matter how crazy it got, or how many angry curse words it uttered, it still couldn't do anything to Jing Cheng. The boundary between the man and the ghost was as clear as the boundary between Chu and Han. The "human figure" seemed to be hesitant about something and never dared to go beyond the line.
Jing Cheng straightened his bamboo-like back and walked with steady steps to the front of the "figure" leisurely. His strong confidence and strength made the aura around him extremely oppressive, which not only frightened all the ghosts present, but his calm attitude also deeply touched the hearts of everyone in the Taoist Association.
The little Taoist priest beside him was still half-kneeling on the ground, looking up at his back silently, seeing that every step he took made the little ghosts around him run away in panic, rolling and crawling to escape. For some reason, he felt an unspeakable feeling in his heart.
——We are both just over 18 years old. Others are already standing at the top of the mountain, but I am still hesitating at the foot of the mountain.
——Don’t even think of reaching their heights, I can’t even touch their heels…
——Why is the gap between people so big?
This feeling of inferiority was not shared only by the young Taoist priest. Several young Taoist priests of similar age to Jing Cheng also felt complicated when they saw this scene.
As for the older representatives of various Taoist sects, four words emerged in their minds: The young are to be feared.
Zhang Jinhuai, who was facing Jing Cheng, was the one who could feel this gap the most, and his feelings were much deeper than those of others. Even he could not bear the pressure released by the vengeful ghost whose strength was comparable to that of the "Ghost King", but Jing Cheng seemed to be unaware of it, and even exuded an aura that was more powerful than that of the "Ghost King".
Especially since he had just witnessed with his own eyes that Jing Cheng flicked his fingers lightly and Samadhi True Fire jumped out from his fingertips, without even relying on talismans or spells.
Realizing this, Zhang Jinhuai couldn't help but widen his eyes and clenched his left hand.
Such a technique... such a person... was he really born in the same era as him?
Even if it was a hundred years ago, someone with this level of Taoist skills should have been a powerful figure in the Taoist world, right?
For Jing Cheng, even dealing with a vicious ghost was not a problem as he could easily crush it to death with just a flick of his fingers.
Jing Cheng doesn't easily show his aura. For a Heavenly Master of his level, cultivation focuses more on returning to basics. If a Heavenly Master doesn't take action, it's fine. But if he does, it's earth-shattering... Over time, being low-key has become an instinct ingrained in his bones.
But this doesn't stop him from being high-profile occasionally.
Realizing that this ghost thing actually had the intention of resisting, Jing Cheng raised his eyebrows, raised his right hand, snapped his fingers, and the Samadhi True Fire at his fingertips seemed to have life, and happily pounced towards the direction of the "human figure".
"!!!"
The "figure" immediately knelt down, and put on a trembling and servile posture, and the gloomy and hoarse voice strangely revealed the panic that could not be concealed: "...Master Tianshi, it is my fault that I offended you!" After saying that, he carefully raised his head and glanced at the person in front of him, and said softly, "I deserve to die, I hope you will not take my fault into consideration, I am willing to be your slave and serve you."
Jing Cheng lowered his head and looked at the dark mass lying on the ground in front of him, which looked like a human figure, and remained silent.
He was acting like the best just now, but now when he knew he couldn't win, he kneeled on the ground and begged for mercy.
He is indeed a villain... a little devil, flexible and shameless.
“Human Shadow”: I’ve been dead for so many years, what’s the use of having a face?
Jing Cheng thought about it and remembered that he had a task that was neither big nor small, so he raised his hand and said lightly: "OK."
Taoist Association members: ...
They began to wonder whether the "figure" in front of them, which was filled with evil spirit, was the ghost king they had guessed before?
The Ghost King, as the name suggests, is the king of ghosts, with strength comparable to that of a ghost fairy. According to legend, he is the chief of the Ten Ghost Marshals in the underworld. He has been able to command all ghosts since his birth. He is so powerful and the overlord of the underworld that even the King of Hell has to show him courtesy.
It is not easy for a ghost king to be born. The right time, right place and right people are all essential, so every ghost king can be regarded as a "hot commodity" in this world.
The most typical characteristic of the Ghost King is that "when the Ghost King appears, all ghosts submit", so when they saw the "human figure" appear, the little ghosts in the hall all avoided it in fear and naturally recognized the "human figure" as the "Ghost King".
Now thinking about it, were they too arbitrary?
After all, they have never heard of any "ghost king" in this world who would willingly allow himself to be controlled by humans.
This is so cheap.
It’s also because everyone has little experience. Evil ghosts are rarely seen, let alone the legendary ghost king.
…
After realizing that the "figure" was not the Ghost King, everyone breathed a sigh of relief. However, some people also raised questions after thinking about it: "If it is not the Ghost King, how can it still command all the ghosts?"
The others were cheered up when they heard this. Yes, if it wasn't the Ghost King, how could this terrifying pressure come from it? But then their shoulders slumped again. Even if it wasn't the Ghost King, it wasn't something they could withstand. Saying it was the Ghost King would only make them look a little better.
Compared to Taoist Xiao Jing, they are the shame of Taoism...
This is a reality that I really don't want to admit but have to face.
When Qin Yan regained consciousness and looked around, he saw a group of hideous ghosts lying on the ground and the Taoist Association members talking and laughing, crying or not. There were faint sounds of suppressed and painful breathing around them, but Qin Yan did not pay attention to them.
He looked directly at Jing Cheng who was standing among the crowd.
The dim moonlight shone into the hall through the old glass windows. Jing Cheng lowered his head slightly, looking thoughtful. His fair skin had a clear jade texture under the cold moonlight, and one could almost see the light blue blood vessels. His facial features were extremely handsome and moving, and his whole body seemed to be shrouded in a layer of faint light, making him extremely conspicuous.
Maybe it's because the yin energy here is too heavy, everything around is gloomy, and the cold and icy atmosphere is everywhere, which makes the environment even more terrifying. If a timid person were here, he would probably be scared out of his wits in less than half an hour.
In the past, even if the "ordinary" mortal Qin Yan could suppress his fear, he would still feel a little uneasy. But since Jing Cheng brought him into this fantastic and mysterious world, these scenes that could scare ordinary people to death have become small scenes in his eyes.
Witnessing Jing Cheng casually performing the Five Thunder Curse in Bijia Village, and the scene of dozens of thunders rolling down to break the formation was enough to make him unforgettable for the rest of his life.
Question: How does it feel if the person you like is a celestial master who can call the wind and rain?
Qin Yan: The feeling of being blinded by the other party all the time.
It is human instinct to admire the strong, and if this strong person happens to be someone you like, then this feeling can easily evolve into obsession.
Qin Yan licked his dry lips, his breathing became faster, and his eyes became more fiery. Only he knew how violently his heart was beating at this moment.
Jing Cheng looked back at him as if he had realized something, and seeing that Qin Yan's face was tense, he thought he was nervous and scared, so he quickly gave him a reassuring look.
Jing Cheng: Don't be afraid, it will be over in a moment~
Qin Yan: ...
Those ghosts crawling on the ground coveted the spiritual energy emanating from the body of Master Tianshi, but were also afraid of his strength and pressure. They dared not to attack, nor to escape, and could only stay where they were and accept Master Tianshi's judgment.
If you anger the Heavenly Master, the best outcome is to have your soul scattered. Although they are numerous and powerful, they also have self-awareness.
Jing Cheng was thinking about a quick victory, and swept his cold, oppressive gaze over the group of ghosts. The ghosts who were stared at by his gaze couldn't help but tremble in their souls and buried their heads even deeper.
After thinking for a moment, Jing Cheng looked at the leader of the ghosts and asked the question that concerned him the most: "I heard that you were a famous actor during your lifetime? What was your name? Which year did you die?" Only after finding out more could he take action.
The "figure" trembled, as if thinking of some bad memories, and said in a low voice: "My name is Yan Xiu, and I died on the night of the Dragon Boat Festival three years ago..."
Jing Cheng touched his chin and nodded. Yan Xiu? His name sounds the same as Yan Xiu, so they are related.
"Huh? Did any famous actor die three years ago? Why haven't I heard about it?" The young Taoist priest who pays attention to the entertainment industry couldn't help but ask.
"Did I hear correctly? His name is Yan Xiu, is that true? Isn't he still filming a reality show recently?"
"He died three years ago? Then who is the super idol who has been popular all over the country in the past two years?"
"There's only one person named Yan Xiu in the entertainment industry. His name sounds special."
"Yan Xiu doesn't seem to have filmed many movies, and his acting skills are almost zero. Can he be called an actor?"
"With that enchanting face of his, he deserves a little golden man."
There were many young Taoist priests present, all of whom were internet addicts who kept up with the times. When it came to light-hearted topics, they couldn't help but chat with each other. Their teachers could not join in their conversation, and because their words exposed the evidence of their lack of knowledge in their daily lives, their faces suddenly became very interesting.
The scene became very funny at one point.
Jing Cheng was speechless for a moment, then looked up at the little ghost who had floated back to his side without him noticing, and asked, "Didn't you say your boss is a famous actor? The kind who has filmed a hundred or eighty movies?"
The little ghost couldn't answer. How would he know what the boss's identity was when he was alive? Anyway, after his death, he was more powerful than all of them little ghosts combined. Naturally, whatever the other party said was the truth. Why would he care about whether it was true or not?
The little ghost couldn't help but look at its boss with an embarrassed expression, and Jing Cheng also lowered his head to look.
"This..." Yan Xiu was so embarrassed after his boasting was exposed that he almost lost all face. Fortunately, he was now a ghost and no one could see his expression. He didn't want to answer, but he couldn't stand Jing Cheng's "forcing" gaze. After a long while, he finally said in a hoarse voice: "I... was an extra in my lifetime."
"I have acted in one hundred and thirty-eight plays..."
“They are all faceless characters…”
"I've had three chances to become famous..."
"Relatives are greedy, friends betray, villains stand in the way..."
"In the end, they were all taken away by others..."
"For more than ten years, my total screen time in all the plays has been less than half an hour..."
…
Jing Cheng found it difficult to understand at first. They were already dead, and everything they had in their lives returned silently to dust. In the underworld after death, what mattered was merit and virtue. No matter how high an official one held in life, after death he would be just one of the countless ghosts. There was no difference.
It's just a job, what's there to lie about?
But after listening to Yan Xiu's slow explanation, he roughly understood it.
No one cared about him during his lifetime, but after his death, his desire, unwillingness and pain for fame turned into resentment deep in his bones, which made him a "ghost hero".
Maybe in a few years, this guy might really become the Ghost King... It's a pity that he met me.
Jing Cheng looked at him with pity and observed three seconds of silence for his bad luck.
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The author has something to say:
Small theater:
The Taoists were puzzled: Since you are not the King of Ghosts, why can you still command all the ghosts?
Yan Xiu: Maybe it’s… ghostly charm?
Something happened at home in the past six months, and I forgot everything when I was busy. I just remembered recently that I still have an article to finish. I am a little rusty, I am really sorry! Orz
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