The moment the man in the Taoist robe raised his head, almost everyone present held their breath.
--evildoer.
This word flashed through everyone's mind.
If Yan Xiu's handsomeness still carries an androgynous elegance, the handsomeness of the man in Taoist robe carries an ethereal air of ice-like skin and jade-like bones. The contours of his facial features are just right, clear and deep, as vivid as a person walking out of a painting.
If he didn't have short hair, people would even think he was a famous scholar from the forest who had traveled through time.
Although the man did not reveal his identity, everyone knew that he must be Mr. Peng.
Everyone was surprised when they came to their senses, because the village official had said before that Mr. Peng came to the village ten years ago and is over 40 years old this year.
But now looking at it, the person who came seems to be in his early twenties at most, and his young face is so tender that it seems that water can be squeezed out of it. He doesn't look like a man in his forties at all.
Even actor Lin, who is famous for his baby face in the entertainment industry, only takes advantage of his facial features and looks young from a distance. In fact, after people are over 40, their faces will more or less show traces of time.
This person's face is so unscientific!
...
...
What Zhao Yi blurted out made everyone puzzled.
What should a 40-year-old man look like?
Everyone in the program team turned their attention to Professor Fu.
Professor Fu touched his nose, coughed lightly and said, "Well, I've been away from home all year round, living in the open air, so I grew up a little anxiously..."
Others: “…”
It's not that you are in a hurry to grow up, it's that he is too unhurried to grow up.
Mr. Peng probably didn't expect so many people to come, and there was a hint of surprise in his eyes.
“You are…?”
"Ah! That's it!" The village official hurried out of the crowd, not daring to look up at Mr. Peng. With his eyelids drooping, he started to talk nonsense. "These are my relatives who came here to visit me. You are going to hold a ceremony tonight to invite the gods. They have never seen such a scene before, so they can't sit still and want to come and see the excitement."
"You... wouldn't mind, would you?"
The others couldn't help but wipe their sweat for him when they heard this. Although the young village official seemed to respect Mr. Peng on the surface, he was bowing his head, and the words "nervous" and "guilty" were written all over his body. If you listened carefully, you could hear a barely perceptible tremor in his voice.
Mr. Peng lowered his eyes and looked at the young village official, without saying anything for a long time.
Everyone in the program crew was also too frightened to speak.
This person's aura...
Cold sweat broke out on the young village official's forehead. He carefully raised his head and glanced at the person in front of him, then quickly lowered his head, just like a little eunuch who had made a mistake while standing beside the emperor and was waiting to be punished.
Jing Cheng looked at Mr. Peng standing in front of the room seriously, and couldn't help but think of a sentence he saw on the Internet -
Don't show off, or you'll be struck by lightning.
He remembered that he had a few unused lightning-attracting talismans he had drawn earlier, and his fingers began to move.
Mr. Peng looked around at everyone, with an expression that was hard to describe. Just when everyone thought he would say "I don't mind", he suddenly said, "This is an activity in our village. Isn't it inappropriate for outsiders to come and watch?"
"This..." The village official wiped his forehead, wondering why he could still sweat in late autumn. He looked up at Mr. Peng's jade-like face and said flatteringly, "They are all honest people. They have heard about Mr. Peng's superb skills. They all respect you and will not say anything nonsense."
In the eyes of the small village official, Mr. Peng has stayed in Bijia Village for many years and is almost isolated from the outside world. He should not know the identities of the people in the program crew, even though several of the guests are frequent TV figures.
Little did they know that after Peng Ji looked around at everyone, he was the first to recognize Yan Xiu. The two of them looked at each other from a distance for a moment, and Yan Xiu's eyes curved.
Jing Cheng had been paying attention to Yan Xiu. He saw the two of them looking at each other and instinctively felt that they had an unusual relationship, and was shocked.
Could it be that this "Mr. Peng" is also related to demons?
Mr. Peng quickly shifted his gaze, and after a moment of silence, he said, "Okay, but you'd better not get too close to the altar."
"What will happen if I get closer?" An Qi couldn't help but blurt out.
Mr. Peng looked at her. An Qi suddenly met his emotionless gaze and shuddered unconsciously. She began to regret her quick words.
Mr. Peng raised his lips slightly and said something ambiguous: "You don't want to know."
Everyone in the program team: "..."
This is simply a threat!
He didn't even bother to hide his purpose... Jing Cheng frowned in thought.
It turned out to be as arrogant as he thought.
Professor Fu suddenly asked, "I wonder what method Mr. Peng will use to invite the gods? What is the purpose of inviting the gods?"
Mr. Peng bowed his head slightly, raised his eyebrows and looked at Professor Fu. He looked at him calmly and then said slowly, "The first question is a hundred-year-old secret skill passed down by my master's family. It is not easy to pass it on to others. As for the purpose, haven't you discovered that the elderly in our Bijia Village live long lives, and the young people are in good health, almost without illness or disaster? This is all because of the gods' blessing on everyone."
This man's every move seemed to carry the charm of the ancients. He was graceful and elegant, and it was obvious that he had received a good education.
Attracting other people's attention all the time.
But Jing Cheng felt a strong sense of disharmony from him, as if this "Mr. Peng" was deliberately imitating someone.
No matter how ethereal and graceful you pretend to be, it is just superficial.
The problem was exposed as soon as he opened his mouth.
Master's secret skills? Jing Cheng traveled the world a hundred years ago, but he had never heard of any Taoist secret skills of "inviting gods to possess the body". Instead, some shamans liked to fool people that they could invite gods to possess the body when they performed shaman rituals.
The other people in the production team were also speechless. If you are healthy, it means God has blessed you? What kind of perverted logic is this?
Rural people work frequently, and their physical fitness is much better than that of city people. Moreover, the air environment in the countryside is much better than that in the city, and the pressure is no greater than that in the city. The only thing is that the medical conditions are a little worse. But now transportation is well-developed, so even if you are sick, you can get the best treatment quickly.
When everyone in the program crew looked at Mr. Peng again at this time, they no longer felt as shocked by his beauty as when they first met him.
The mysterious aura around him eventually faded.
No one is perfect, they can understand that.
"Any other questions?" Mr. Peng obviously didn't realize that there was something wrong with what he said. Perhaps he had only met ignorant villagers in his daily life over the past ten years, so everyone regarded whatever he said as the golden rule. Even if he farted, it was extraordinary - he naturally didn't take anyone seriously.
Everyone looked at each other.
They actually had a lot of questions they wanted to ask, but it was clear on Mr. Peng's face that he didn't like them, so they had to keep all their questions to themselves.
Mr. Peng said succinctly: "My humble abode is not suitable for entertaining you. Please come in."
.
Everyone went in terrified and came out confused.
Only when they were some distance away from the courtyard did Zhao Yi walk up to Jing Cheng and ask, "Master Jing, what do you think of Mr. Peng?"
Compared to Mr. Peng, who was praised by the villagers, he believed more in Jing Cheng, whom he had seen with his own eyes.
Zhao Yi wanted to expose Mr. Peng’s scam, but now he is a little uncertain. What if someone really can summon gods?
I felt uneasy for a moment.
Not very good, Jing Cheng thought. He originally thought that Mr. Peng was a conspirator full of calculations, but now it seems that the other party is much easier to deal with than he thought.
Although he didn't know where he learned the sealing formation from, he could feel that the other party did not have the strength to match him.
At this time, Jing Cheng's doubts buried in his heart were finally explained.
After the Eighteen Dark Ding Formation is completed, the vitality at the eighteen meridian points will be continuously transported to the center of the formation.
Logically speaking, this village should be devoid of life, but everything seen along the way was full of life, which showed that the spiritual energy in the formation was radiating outwards.
In other words, the person who sets up the formation simply cannot learn it well enough.
No wonder he had to live in this small village for so many years, waiting for the opportunity.
Seeing Director Zhao's nervous look, fearing that the show would fail, Jing Cheng smiled mysteriously and replied, "Director Zhao, don't worry. What I said before was not made up. Inviting a spirit to possess you could only be a scam."
Zhao Yi breathed a sigh of relief after receiving a positive answer.
He looked at Jing Cheng seriously and said, "I feel relieved with what Master Jing said. I will wait and see tonight!"
An Qi came over, her big eyes flickering with curiosity: "Director Zhao, Taoist Xiao Jing, what are you talking about? Tell me about it."
Jing Cheng suddenly took a few steps back and moved away from her.
An Qi: “…”
Mao said with a longing look on her face: "Actually, I was just about to ask how he maintained his looks? I would believe that face if someone said he was 20 years old. You can't tell that he is a 40-year-old middle-aged man at all. Ah... I am really envious."
Jing Cheng said nothing, thinking that if you stayed in that small courtyard for ten or eight years, you would also be able to stay young forever.
Professor Fu said seriously, "To be honest, this Mr. Peng gives me a very bad feeling. I suspect he will do something bad during tonight's sacrifice."
"I felt the same way." An Qi held her chin and recalled, "The way he looked at me just now made me feel uncomfortable."
Everyone started discussing, but Jing Cheng noticed that several people were missing from the team.
Xin Guang, Yang Hong, Yan Xiu... where are they?
Jing Cheng thought of something and looked back suddenly. He saw Fu Le and Qin Yan at the end of the team, following the staff obediently, chatting as they walked, and taking pictures with their mobile phones from time to time. He breathed a sigh of relief.
Qin Yan was always paying attention to Jing Cheng's movements. When he saw him suddenly turn around with a nervous look on his face, he thought he had something urgent to do and quickly took a few quick steps to catch up with them.
"What's wrong?" Qin Yan asked.
Jing Cheng: "There are several people missing from the team, I'm afraid you and Fu Le will fall behind."
"How could that be?" Qin Yan looked at him strangely and said, "You are still here, where can we go?"
"What about Mr. Xin and the others?"
"He went to bring toilet paper to Yang Hong." Fu Le also followed and answered bluntly, "There will be retribution for stealing food. That guy probably has diarrhea."
“…”
Jing Cheng was speechless.
He didn't ask where Yan Xiu had gone. No matter who got into trouble here, nothing would happen to him, so he didn't take his sudden disappearance to heart.
…
Yan Xiu was still staying in Mr. Peng's courtyard at this time.
Two people with extraordinary looks sat down facing each other.
Mr. Peng handed Yan Xiu a cup of hot tea and said with a strange look: "I didn't expect that you would actually establish a contract with a mortal."
Yan Xiu took a sip of hot tea, smiled slightly and said: "I didn't expect that you would hide here alone."
As if remembering something, he looked up and looked around for a while, then asked in surprise: "Where is your senior brother?"
"Dead."
As he said this, Mr. Peng's face seemed to be covered with frost.
-----
The author has something to say:
The longer I write, the longer it gets. I feel like the end is nowhere in sight_(:з」∠)_
Thanks to the cute little Dark Night Red Moon for the nutrient solution!
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
