This night before the Double Ninth Festival will be unforgettable for all the villagers in Bijia Village.
For the first time in their narrow lives of sitting in a well and looking at the world from afar, they encountered a devastating blow like a landslide.
Many years later, everything that happened that night became a nightmare they could not get rid of.
The story begins when everyone in the program crew starts working together to find the missing Yang Hong.
Towards evening in the afternoon, the village official returned with his bodyguards.
As Jing Cheng expected, they asked all the residents in the village, and everyone denied having seen Yang Hong.
This is serious!
Could this person possibly abandon everyone and leave Bijia Village alone?
Xin Guang said: "Impossible, he is not that kind of person."
Angie rolled her eyes: "I think he can do anything."
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"He signed the contract. Leaving early without saying goodbye is a breach of contract. He has to compensate the production team for their losses. I don't think he would be that stupid." A young photographer frowned and spoke.
The photographer was very impatient because Yang Hong was the only one who disobeyed the arrangements and affected the progress of the entire program team. None of the behind-the-scenes staff would have a good impression of him.
Zhao Yi turned his head and looked at Jing Cheng who had been silent the whole time: "Master Jing, when do we start looking for someone?"
Jing Cheng walked slowly to the door, looked up at the sky outside, and reached out to grab the air.
The others watched his strange movements in silence, no one said a word, and no one knew what he was thinking.
Director Zhao trusted Jing Cheng very much. Everyone else took his amulet, and at least on the surface, no one questioned it.
Fu Le asked directly without hesitation: "Orange, what are you doing?"
Jing Cheng replied: "Feel the humidity of the air outside. The aura in this village is chaotic, so it's not easy to find someone. I'm looking for a time when yin and yang meet, when yang disappears and yin grows."
"So what does this have to do with air humidity?" someone couldn't help but ask.
"I remember you mentioned this. The latest time is six o'clock in the evening, right?" Fu Le asked doubtfully, "Then we can just look at the watch, right?"
"It's five thirty-five...it's not even six yet." Someone said, looking down at his phone.
"That's just an approximate time. I want the exact time." Jing Cheng explained kindly, "This cannot be determined by the time indicated by the clock."
Clocks are inanimate objects after all.
Everyone seemed to understand. Ancient people did estimate the time by looking at the sky, but modern people are accustomed to determining the time through ready-made mobile phone network time or clock time.
This kind of mysterious thing is indeed beyond the comprehension of high technology.
"So is now the... best time period you mentioned?" Xiaoqu asked carefully.
Jing Cheng blinked and said softly, "Almost. Give me some of Mr. Yang's used things, preferably clothes."
Things used...
Xin Guang quickly found Yang Hong’s clothes in the room and took them out.
Although this "clothing" was put into a small sealed bag, the color of the bag was transparent, so everyone could see what this "clothing" was.
A black **.
"What the hell!" Fu Le was stunned.
"This is what he changed last night." Xin Guang handed the bag to Jing Cheng awkwardly.
Upon hearing this, the ladies present quickly turned their heads around; they felt this scene was very shocking to the eyes.
“Cough cough cough cough…”
Suddenly, coughing sounds broke out in the central hall of the old house.
Jing Cheng's face was calm, and he didn't care what the other party gave him. He originally thought he would receive a pair of smelly socks and was ready to hold his nose.
Jing Cheng was about to reach out to take it, but Qin Yan beside him couldn't bear it anymore.
Qin Yan frowned and decisively stopped his outstretched hand: "Wait."
Jing Cheng: “?”
He rummaged through his backpack, found a pair of disposable gloves, grabbed Jing Cheng's hands, and carefully put them on him.
Disposable gloves are actually made of plastic bags. Jing Cheng looked at his own hands and knew that Qin Yan was suffering from mysophobia, but he still felt speechless.
"Not really?"
"Why not?" Qin Yan raised his eyebrows. "Personal belongings like these have lots of bacteria on them and are also the source of many infectious diseases."
Jing Cheng: “…” Didn’t you see that it was wrapped in a sealed bag?
With a blank look on his face, Xin Guang handed the bag to Jing Cheng again, and despite Qin Yan's disgusted gaze, he walked to the yard to fetch water and washed his hands.
Ten minutes later, Jing Cheng stood in the middle of the yard, surrounded by a circle of people, watching the excitement nervously.
Yang Hong’s “personal belongings” were placed on a large stone used to pickle pickles, and on top of it was a talisman cut into the shape of a little man.
The young village official handed three incense sticks to Jing Cheng. Jing Cheng took them with one hand and flicked them lightly. With a "click" sound, the three incense sticks ignited without wind.
Jing Cheng held incense in both hands, bowed deeply to the heaven and earth with a serious face, and chanted a spell: "... I would like to ask the sun's light, the moon's shadow, and the spiritual light in my palm to take care of the gods: the thousand-mile eyes and ears, the duty officer, the kitchen god and the land god of the house, please come down quickly from thousands of miles away, please help me find a person, this person is Yang Hong, born on November 25, 1994... I obey the order of the Supreme Lord Laozi!"
After chanting the spell, Jing Cheng inserted three incense sticks into the ground in front of the big rock. The smoke from the three incense sticks curled up, and the air column was actually pointing straight up, as if it was going to rush into the sky.
Then Jing Cheng rubbed his fingers together, and a cluster of flames suddenly jumped out from his fingertips. He snapped his fingers, and the flames spontaneously floated onto the big rock.
The thing on the stone quickly caught fire and turned into ashes in the blink of an eye.
Jing Cheng snapped his fingers crisply, and the talisman paper figure that was originally placed on Yang Hong's body suddenly shook, as if it was injected with life, and struggled to stand up from the ashes.
Normal people cannot see the Samadhi True Fire, so in the eyes of others, they only saw Jing Cheng rubbing his fingers, and Yang Hong's body was burned into a handful of ashes, and then he snapped his fingers, and then the paper man stood up... just like a shadow play.
The crowd stared at the scene with wide eyes, hardly daring to breathe.
Everyone looked at Jing Cheng with increasingly different eyes.
Especially Director Zhao and Xiao Qu, their eyes looked as if they wanted to kowtow to the ground and kneel down to worship Master Jing.
Jing Cheng said softly: "Go."
The paper man received the order and landed lightly on the ground. His two thin legs suddenly took steps and, bit by bit, he quickly jumped in one direction.
Everyone rubbed their eyes in disbelief, fearing that they were dazzled and had an illusion.
...The paper man is alive?!
Professor Fu pointed at the little man and glared at him, "What on earth is this thing..."
"Send a few people to follow it. If the person is still not found when the incense burns out, it means that something has happened to him." Jing Cheng said quickly.
However, the others still looked unresponsive.
"Let me go!" Xin Guang was the first to come to his senses and volunteered to run behind the little paper man.
When one person moved, the rest of the people woke up as if from a dream.
Almost everyone followed Xin Guang to look for someone.
It was said to be a search for someone, but in fact it was more to see this "magic skill".
A photographer even followed with a camera.
Only Jing Cheng and his three-member team were left, Zhao Yi and some staff members stayed here waiting for news.
Jing Cheng looked at the ashes on the stone for a while, and suddenly said, "Director Zhao, call the police now."
"Huh?" Zhao Yi asked in surprise, "Why?"
Hearing the voice, others also looked at Jing Cheng. Didn’t they say that they had found the person?
Jing Cheng lowered his eyes and said in a cold voice: "Yang Hong is in great danger now. The one who did it is a villager in this village."
Zhao Yi lost his voice and said, "What? Are you telling the truth?"
Jingcheng nodded.
Before he used his search technique, he told Yang Hong his fortune after learning the other person's date of birth, and it was "very bad luck".
The spell he cast just now was more like looking for a corpse than looking for a person.
After listening to Jing Cheng's explanation, Zhao Yi's expression became even uglier.
If something really happened to Yang Hong, it would probably be difficult to continue filming his show.
A staff member quickly called the police to report the incident.
After witnessing Jing Cheng's Taoist magic, they had no doubts about Jing Cheng's words.
It is normal for an adult man to be missing for a few hours, but it is not a trivial matter if he is killed after his disappearance.
The police responded that they would dispatch immediately.
But it would take the police at least three hours.
For the rest of the time, the remaining people in the yard sat anxiously waiting for the results.
An hour later, when the incense burned out, those people still hadn't returned.
The three incense sticks completely turned into three piles of dust, even the sparks disappeared.
Fu Le couldn't help but gasp when he saw this, and said in horror: "Why haven't they come back yet? Did something happen to them too? Aren't those villagers going to arrest them too?"
"What could possibly happen with so many people? The bodyguards I hired aren't just for show." Zhao Yi said with an unpleasant expression, "Wait a little longer."
After a while, the young village official came back with the program crew, looking dusty and dirty.
Zhao Yi looked behind them and asked in shock, "Where are the people?"
"Not found." A bodyguard replied dejectedly.
"Could it be that the paper figurine has lost its effectiveness?"
The people who had stayed in the yard before looked at Jing Cheng together.
Professor Fu waved his hands and said weakly: "It's not that it's ineffective...it's those villagers, alas!"
"Those people are so unreasonable!" An Qi said angrily with messy hair, "We followed the little paper man and stopped at a house. There was a couple in that house. We negotiated with them in a nice way and gave them money. As a result, the couple immediately changed their attitude after receiving the money and insisted on driving us away. They would not let us go in to find someone no matter what! They even called other villagers to come over, threw stones at us, and threatened us with hoes! What a bunch of unruly people, I am so angry!"
Xin Guang said gloomily: "I should have thought of it earlier. I felt something was wrong when I passed by their house this morning. The couple must have done something shameful. I suspect Yang Hong was arrested by them!"
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Everyone was talking at once, accusing the villagers of their evil deeds.
Even the village official said helplessly: "Only some residents in the village respect me. Most of the rest are Mr. Peng's supporters. In this village, Mr. Peng's words are more effective than mine... I can't stop them. I can only persuade everyone to come back."
"Then don't look for them. They are so numerous and powerful, who knows what they can do. Let's wait for the police to come." Zhao Yi made a decision after listening to the complaints.
Everyone looked at each other, and finally sighed. This was the only way.
Jing Cheng frowned and looked far away in the direction of the yard.
It seems we can't wait any longer, we must deal with them tonight.
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Flashes of lightning cut through the pitch-black night, and the sky seemed to be torn open with a huge hole. The dull thunder followed like a tsunami, rumbling like a war drum, which was heart-pounding.
Amid the lightning and thunder, almost all the villagers in Bijia Village ran out of their homes and looked up at the scene in fear.
"What happened?"
"Why did it suddenly thunder?"
"Is it going to rain? The clothes are still hanging in the yard, take them back quickly, quickly!"
"Ah - what a huge thunder! It's not raining, why is that?"
"Oh my god, I've never seen such a big thunder in my life. The sky is split in half..."
"This is the Thunder God! Mr. Peng must have invited the Thunder God! The Thunder God is angry, and he must be reminding us to quickly offer sacrifices!"
"Whose turn is it this time? Hurry up and bring the offerings!"
"Let's go find Mr. Peng!"
The villagers hurriedly put on their clothes and rushed towards Mr. Peng's home.
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Jing Cheng and Qin Yan hid in the dark and heard the villagers' nonsense speculations, their faces were so dark that they almost blended into the night.
What do you mean Mr. Peng invited the Thunder God? He was the one who invited him, okay?
Still offering sacrifices? What sacrifices are you offering?!
Qin Yan whispered: "What should we do now?"
"Of course, we should increase our firepower and break the formation as soon as possible."
Jing Cheng looked up at the sky and continued chanting.
Countless lightning bolts fell from the sky and struck the eighteen meridian points - the eighteen locust trees.
Soon, a raging fire broke out from the ground and quickly illuminated half the sky.
At the same time, Peng Ji, who was meditating at home, suddenly opened his eyes.
He could feel incredulously the vitality draining away from his body.
In the blink of an eye, his tender white hands began to shrink, and wrinkles appeared on the back of his plump hands.
Fine lines appeared at the corners of his eyes.
His cheeks seemed to have been drained of moisture and became dry.
His jet-black hair was speckled with gray.
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He felt himself starting to have trouble breathing and took a deep, rough breath.
He couldn't believe it. Why did his formation start to backfire on him?
He suddenly remembered what the demon had said to him during the day -
"You have to be prepared, there is a powerful character here."
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The author has something to say:
The method of finding people by the Round Light Technique can only be used in the middle of the night. The spell is something I made up based on the original one.
It's too tragic for a beauty to die, so as requested, let him become an old man and eat box lunch.
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