In order to avoid trouble, Jing Cheng did not tell the program crew what he was going to do in the evening. He originally planned to meet Mr. Peng alone.
Qin Yan, on the other hand, followed Jing Cheng as a human blood bank (…).
Although Jing Cheng repeatedly emphasized that tonight's action was very dangerous, Qin Yan did not care about the danger. He cared more about Jing Cheng acting "alone".
"Didn't you say that breaking the formation requires the most yang and strong blood?" Qin Yan stared at Jing Cheng with his beautiful phoenix eyes without blinking, and said seriously, "Just think of me as a blood cow. There has to be someone to pull the monsters, right?"
Jing Cheng: “…”
Under Fu Le's daily brainwashing, Jing Cheng has become very familiar with game-specific terms such as "blood cow" and "pulling monsters".
"A man who can't play games doesn't deserve to be a man." - This is what Fu Le often says.
However, this time they are facing a boss-level monster. Since the opponent knows the "Eighteen Nether Needles", a forbidden technique lost among the people, there is no guarantee that he will use more sinister tricks.
No matter how good you are at playing games, you can't treat your life as a game, right?
Jing Cheng was still hesitating.
...
...
He wanted to find a good helper, and there was no one in the entire program team who was more suitable than Qin Yan.
However, Qin Yan has not yet truly entered the Taoist sect. If something happens, it would be too late to regret.
"I'm not Yang Hong. I'm wearing an amulet." Qin Yan looked at him for a while and said slowly, "Or do you not believe in your amulet?"
Jing Cheng was choked by him.
Well, he managed to catch his own weak spot.
Of course I believe in my amulet, no one knows its effects better than me!
Jing Cheng thought for a moment. Based on his understanding of Qin Yan, he was a stubborn person. Once he made up his mind, it would be difficult for him to change it. Even if he didn't let him go, he might still come quietly behind him.
So he had no choice but to respect the other party's wishes and said solemnly to Qin Yan: "Remember to stay beside me and don't run around."
Qin Yan smiled, then suddenly reached out and grabbed his hand, nodding obediently: "I will definitely not run around."
"..." Jing Cheng lowered his head and stared at the other person's bony hands, feeling an inexplicable strange feeling in his heart.
Fu Le, who was curled up in his sleeping bag playing with his phone, rolled his eyes silently and quietly put on his headphones.
Light bulbs have dignity!
…
Qin Yan raised his head and looked in horror at the black clouds rolling in the sky. The thunder and lightning brewing in the black clouds seemed to completely destroy the world.
He muttered to himself: "This is the Five Thunder Curse..."
This scene completely shattered his cognitive bottom line. Can humans really control the power of nature without the help of technology?
He suddenly began to yearn for the unknown world that he once disdained. It turned out that this was Jing Cheng's world.
His self-righteous appearance, family background and origin seemed so vulnerable against the backdrop of this unnatural force.
He suddenly felt ashamed again. He had never been so clear as he was now - he and Jing Cheng were from two different worlds.
"What's wrong with you?" Jing Cheng turned around inadvertently and saw Qin Yan's lonely expression. His heart trembled and he couldn't help but blurt out.
Qin Yan shook his head, suppressed the depression in his heart, and tried to speak in a normal tone: "How long will it take?"
Jing Cheng opened his Yin Eye, stared at the direction of the array center, and said, "It will be done soon. We should be able to solve it before the police arrive."
Qin Yan: "Oh."
Jing Cheng glanced at him, and for some reason he suddenly said, "You can do it, too."
"What?"
Jing Cheng turned around, looked him straight in the eyes with clear eyes, and said seriously: "I will teach you these, sooner or later you will be able to do it."
Qin Yan was stunned.
The air seemed to be quiet for several seconds.
After a long while, Qin Yan coughed and said with a smile: "Are you really going to be my master?"
"Do you think I'm lying?" Hearing the teasing in his tone, Jing Cheng said dissatisfiedly, "You met me, which means you are destined to take this path."
After a pause, Jing Cheng added: "We are on the same path after all."
We are on the same journey...
Qin Yan thought to himself, I love to hear this sentence.
Just call him master. Isn’t it popular these days for masters and apprentices to become lovers?
So Qin Yan readily called him "Little Master."
Jing Cheng straightened his chest, raised his chin and said, "Be good."
Qin Yan: “…”
He looked at Jing Cheng's face, which was a little more childish than his peers, and his fingers were itching to pinch it to try.
But it's just a thought.
He turned his head to look at the blazing flames in the distance, and felt as if his heart was also being burned.
Piping hot.
…
The noise outside was so loud that even a carefree person would be curious about what happened.
As the villagers were running away, they saw a bolt of lightning strike a big tree, and suddenly a raging fire rose under the tree. In an instant, tongues of flame shot up to the top of the tree, and thick smoke billowed.
Someone screamed in fear: "It's on fire - a big fire!!"
"What are you still standing there for? Call someone to put out the fire!"
"Put out the fire!!!"
"Water, water... Who has a water jar? Bring it here quickly!"
"Tiezhu's wife, quickly ask your husband to fetch some water!"
…
Everyone in the program crew was so shocked by the chaotic scene outside that they were speechless.
"This... retribution is coming too quickly, isn't it?" An Qi said incredulously, "First there was thunder, then there was a fire. How many bad things must one have done to be treated like this by God?"
Mao Ying-Queen said: "What does this have to do with God? In autumn, the weather is dry and fires are more likely to start. This should be a normal phenomenon, right?"
"But this bolt from the blue doesn't seem right, does it?" An Qi asked, not wanting to be outdone. "There are many things in this world that cannot be explained by science, right?"
Professor Fu walked to the window sill, looked at the flames rising to the sky in the distance, frowned and said in deep thought: "Yes, why did it suddenly thunder?"
Just as he finished speaking, there were several more "boom" sounds in the sky. The thunder, as thick as a child's arm, seemed to have eyes and struck straight towards the direction of Bijia Village.
Everyone in the program crew hiding in the old house was dumbfounded.
So...did Bijia Village really offend God?
As everyone was shocked, no one noticed that Yan Xiu, who was standing at the back of the crowd, suddenly shook, and a ball of black mist invisible to the naked eye slowly emerged from his chest and transformed into the shape of a fox in mid-air.
The fox was emitting black smoke all over its body, and its shape was almost invisible. Only its two scarlet eyes were looking through the black smoke at everything outside.
Then it quietly slipped out through the crack in the door.
Yan Xiu, who was still standing there, blinked his eyes. What happened?
After a while, a strong feeling of fatigue overwhelmed him. Yan Xiu rubbed his eyes sleepily and dragged his heavy feet back to his room to sleep.
…
Peng Ji covered his chest in pain. The loss of vitality made him age rapidly. The vitality that he had once taken away was eager to break out of his body.
In fact, apart from a young and handsome appearance, his internal organs were already riddled with holes.
Now, his body seemed to be torn apart bit by bit from the outside by a pair of huge hands, revealing the disgusting inside.
He should have died more than ten years ago. After what he had done was discovered, the people from the Taoist sect took him under control, and he was not able to escape punishment at all. It was his senior brother who used a forbidden technique of exchanging life for life that kept him alive, and he was able to escape.
His senior brother was the youngest elder in the Taoist sect and a child of destiny. The sect was proud of him, and Peng Ji was also proud to be his junior brother.
If it weren't for the Taoist Association, which was hypocritical but cruel and ruthless, his senior brother would not have died at such a young age.
Peng Ji gritted his teeth and thought, he was very unwilling to fail to get revenge.
He stood up with difficulty, walked to the window sill, looked up at the sky outside, and saw thunder rolling in as if it would never stop.
What kind of powerful character could use such a thundering method to break the formation? No one in the Taoist sect today can do this.
Could it be the Zhang family?
He recalled the people he met during the day, and strange faces appeared in his mind like fleeting shadows.
Finally, it freezes into an exceptionally young face.
He heard people outside calling him "Taoist priest", but he didn't take it seriously at the time. But now it seems that the other party is a hidden talent.
Is this the person?
In order to deal with him, the Zhang family took great pains.
Over the years, the Zhang family has been pursuing him relentlessly. He has been hiding in this remote mountain village like a stray dog, but even so, they still refuse to let him go.
Peng Ji clenched his fists.
At this moment, he felt a change in the aura in the room. A puff of black smoke suddenly appeared in front of him and turned into an unclear human figure.
Peng Ji glanced at it and said blankly, "What are you doing here? Are you here to laugh at me?"
His voice was no longer as clear as before, but became hoarse and unpleasant, like a real old man.
“How could this happen?” A tiny voice came from the shadow, like the cry of a small animal. “Mr. Peng is our savior. Without you, we would still be buried under the demon-suppressing monument.”
Peng Ji's expression slightly changed, but soon calmed down again. He sneered and said sarcastically, "Haha, do demons also know how to be grateful?"
The black shadow trembled and said in a shrill voice: "We know how to repay kindness better than humans..."
Peng Ji said coldly: "Then go and help me kill the culprit. Isn't the heart of a cultivator a great tonic for you?"
Black shadow: “…”
"Why, you don't dare?"
"I've said before that he's a powerful character." The black shadow paused and said, "And he's not an ordinary Taoist priest."
Peng Ji raised his eyebrows: "Isn't he a member of the Zhang family? The Taoists today are no match for you, right?"
"How could he be a member of the Zhang family?!"
The black shadow seemed very excited. The black mist around it rolled violently. A pair of scarlet eyes that were almost dripping with blood and tears suddenly appeared. Peng Ji was so frightened that he took two steps back. He looked at the scene with a pale face and a trace of fear in his eyes.
“He is the Heavenly Master!” Black Mist’s voice became hoarse due to anger. “He is from the Jing family! The Heavenly Master of the Jing family who has suppressed us under the Taiyin Mountain for generations!!!”
"I wish I could peel off his skin, shave his bones, pull out his tendons, and drink his blood!"
As the black fog rolled and surged, gusts of cold wind suddenly blew into the room, and the flower pots on the windowsill and the things on the table were all swept to the ground, making a loud noise.
It took a long time for the black fog to calm down.
Peng Ji finally found his voice and spoke with difficulty: "...You said he was the Heavenly Master of the Jing family of Taiyin Mountain? But didn't the Jing family withdraw from the Heavenly Master world a long time ago?"
He even switched careers to do business, otherwise he wouldn't have forced the Jing family to sell the land so easily.
"I won't mistake his aura." Black Mist answered firmly.
The last seal of the Demon-Suppressing Monument a hundred years ago was completed by him personally.
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The author has something to say:
To explain: About twenty years ago, Peng Ji accidentally obtained the Lu Ban Book. After learning it, he roamed in high society and became famous among the wealthy. Then he met the head of the Jing family's generation (Jing Rong's grandfather, an ordinary person), who instigated him to sell the land.
Before this, he had heard of the legend of Taiyin Mountain and knew that something was suppressed there that might help him practice evil magic.
——That’s about it.
So he is a very bad person at heart.
Thank you to the little angels who cast their votes for me or irrigated me with nutrient solution~
Thanks to the little angels who cast mines: 2 of my dear ones; 1 fish, fish, fish, and 1 round, quenched;
Thanks to the little angel who irrigated the nutrient solution: 10 bottles of Yu Yu Yu;
Thank you very much, bow!
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