Jing Cheng hesitated for a long time and didn't say whether he could do it or not, which made the other people in the ward very anxious.
The agent, Sister Wang, was so anxious that she was sweating profusely: "Oh! What's there to hesitate about? Aren't you an expert? Give me a definite answer quickly..."
"Yan Xiu has become like this for no reason, neither alive nor dead. How can we explain this to the outside world?" Zhao Yi also said anxiously, "Master Jing, I beg you!"
Yan Xiu's personal assistant was a young girl, who was sobbing with red eyes at this moment: "Wow, wow, wow, our little Yan is so pitiful, his parents don't love him, his grandfather doesn't love him, he has to earn money to support himself a long time ago, and finally he became famous, but a group of blood-sucking relatives came to cause trouble, and now he is at the peak of his career, but this happened... Why does God have to be so hard on him?"
Jing Cheng: “…”
Why are you so hard on him? Maybe there is always something hateful about a pitiful person.
Actually, Jing Cheng had reasons for his hesitation. First, the soul-changing technique was too powerful and had long been listed as a forbidden technique in the Dao sect. Imagine if someone had bad intentions and wanted to use it to exchange lives, what would happen?
Secondly, the conditions are difficult to find. The soul needs to be integrated with the body. What's more, there is still part of Yan Xiu's soul in his body, so in the process of fusion, it must also be consistent with his own soul.
However, Yan Xiu's constitution tends to be yin, and his horoscope is also light, so there shouldn't be any problem with fusion.
But where could he find a suitable ghost in such a short time?
...
...
As he was thinking, Jing Cheng suddenly felt like there was a thorn in his back, which inexplicably made his spine go cold.
When he turned around, he saw that everyone in the ward was staring at him intently.
Jing Cheng: ...
After experiencing what happened in Bijia Village, everyone had witnessed Jing Cheng's methods, so in their hearts Jing Cheng was almost equivalent to a "god", and gods are omnipotent.
"Uh..." Jing Cheng said to everyone with forced calmness, "I can try, but I can't guarantee that the person won't have a drastic change in personality or amnesia after waking up."
When Zhao Yi heard Jing Cheng agreed to help, he immediately felt relieved and quickly waved his hand and said, "Well! As long as the person is alive, it doesn't matter even if he becomes a fool." Anyway, it's none of his business whether he is a fool or not.
Xiao Qu felt something vaguely, so he approached Jing Cheng and asked tentatively, "Master Jing, do you mean... you want to find a little ghost to take over Yan Xiu's body?"
"..." Jing Cheng looked at him in surprise. He could actually guess it?
Xiaoqu has been in the entertainment industry for many years and is used to observing people's words and expressions. As soon as she saw Jingcheng's expression, she knew that she was right.
Everyone present was a smart person, and when they heard that, their faces immediately turned red as if a bottle of paint had been overturned, with all sorts of colors appearing beautifully.
Jing Cheng turned his head to look at Sister Wang. After all, what Yan Xiu's agent said was more powerful. If she directly announced Yan Xiu's death to the public, he wouldn't have to go to the trouble of looking for trouble.
Sister Wang seemed to have gone through a fierce struggle in her mind. She clenched her fingers nervously, bit her lip, and finally said with all her might: "Forget it, I believe in the Taoist priest. Even if it is a ghost, I will accept it. Anyway, the name Yan Xiu must be alive!"
The female assistant opened her mouth as if she wanted to say something, but when she heard what Sister Wang said, her eyes rolled and she immediately shut up.
Since the people who had the closest relationship with Yan Xiu said so, Jing Cheng naturally had nothing to worry about.
Sister Wang is a ruthless person, and Yan Xiu is the star she spent a lot of effort to package.
Yan Xiu is not just one person now, he also has a team of hundreds of people behind him. Now in the entertainment industry, as long as the two words "Yan Xiu" are mentioned, it means traffic and money!
Yan Xiu broke the public's inherent perception of traffic stars and was a legend in the entertainment industry. She dared to believe that if she lost Yan Xiu, no one would bring her the current glory.
So Yan Xiu must be alive. Only when he is alive is he valuable, right?
Sister Wang had long seen Jing Cheng's dilemma, and fearing that Jing Cheng would go back on his word, she immediately made a promise to Jing Cheng, signed and stamped her fingerprints, and asked Zhao Yi and others present to testify.
If Yan Xiu can wake up and it does not affect his future work, then she can give Jing Cheng 20% of the money Yan Xiu earns in the entertainment industry in the next five years.
The agency contract signed by Yan Xiu and Qin's Entertainment is a 6:4 split, with Qin's Entertainment taking 60% and Yan Xiu taking 40%.
Qin's Entertainment and Yan Xiu each contributed 10%.
With Yan Xiu’s current popularity, as long as he doesn’t commit suicide in the future, that 20% will be an astronomical figure.
Zhao Yi and the others were stunned with shock. After they came to their senses, they looked at Jing Cheng with admiration - he was worthy of being Master Jing, making money was as easy as drinking water.
It turns out that talented people are talented wherever they are, and their ability to make money is also first-class!
Sister Wang is good at calculating. She believes that money makes the world go round. If Jing Cheng cares about the money, he will definitely not just find some little devil to fool him.
If Jing Cheng doesn't care about the money... No, is there anyone in this world who doesn't love money?
Sister Wang didn't believe it.
So she took a gamble, a big gamble!
Jing Cheng signed his name on the contract and put his fingerprint on it.
His face showed no joy or sadness from beginning to end, as if he didn't care whether he could get the money or not.
In the eyes of others, his nonchalant demeanor meant that Taoist Jing was extraordinary and different from ordinary people like them, who did not care about money.
At this time, Zhao Yi and the others had already forgotten how they used money to lure Jing Cheng to participate in the show.
Little did he know that in Jing Cheng's mind, being a star is a profession that exists to entertain the public, no different from the actors in the past. How much money can they make?
What’s more, it’s only 20%?
He is a man who can make 1.5 million in an afternoon.
Thinking of this, Jing Cheng decided to go back and ask Qin Yan about the charity organization that the other party had contacted for him.
He couldn't spend all the money, so he might as well use it to do good deeds and accumulate merit.
…
After leaving the hospital and returning to the business hotel, Jing Cheng spent a long time thinking about where to find a suitable kid.
"Celebrities' favorite cemetery?" Qin Yan raised his eyebrows, surprised by Jing Cheng's question.
Fu Le asked nervously, "Is Yan Xiuzhen no longer able to do it? Does he need to buy a cemetery?"
Jing Cheng did not tell the two that Yan Xiu was actually dead. After all, the fewer people who knew about this kind of thing, the better.
What's more, Fu Le is a fan of Yan Xiu - although he himself does not admit it.
"No, I can't explain it to you..." Jing Cheng didn't know how to describe his request to them. After thinking for a moment, he said, "How about this? Help me check if there are any expensive cemeteries nearby. The more expensive the better."
As far as he knows, most people nowadays are buried in cemeteries after death, while celebrities will choose more expensive cemeteries.
Well-known movie stars are among the ranks of celebrities, so maybe he could find a "star ghost" in the cemetery.
For the same profession, even if possessed, the difference between the original owner should not be too big.
Qin Yan was confused by Jing Cheng's description, but seeing Jing Cheng's serious expression, he couldn't ask.
Obviously, Jing Cheng was hiding something in his heart, but he was unwilling to tell them about it.
Realizing this, Qin Yan felt a little uncomfortable and his face turned cold.
Fu Le didn't think anything of it and instead felt relieved, as long as Yan Xiu was fine.
They searched for ancient city cemeteries on the Internet. Most cemeteries were built in the suburbs. The cemeteries in ancient cities were the same, and were a certain distance away from the city.
Jing Cheng also asked the two to help him search for famous movie stars who had died in the past twenty years. Many celebrities had died in the past twenty years, including many famous movie stars, and it was possible to find out where they were buried. However, to Jing Cheng's surprise, no one was buried in the ancient city cemetery!
Surprisingly, many of them lived and died abroad in their later years.
Jing Cheng felt it was unbelievable. Don’t people nowadays understand the principle of returning to one’s roots?
The three of them did not leave their computer desks until the program crew notified them to go downstairs for dinner.
When going downstairs, Jing Cheng found that the atmosphere in the hotel had changed, or rather, it had become restless.
Every service staff member coming and going had a smile on their face. They gathered in groups of three or four, excitedly discussing something.
The faces of the diners in the buffet restaurant were filled with excitement, as if something big was about to happen here.
Seeing Jing Cheng staring at everyone curiously, Qin Yan said, "I almost forgot to tell you that the ancient city will hold a Chongyang Festival temple fair tonight, and everyone is discussing this matter."
Jing Cheng then realized that tomorrow was the Double Ninth Festival.
"It is said that there will be a parade of gods tonight, with real people dressed up as gods. Many people are waiting to watch the fun. After all, there are only two times a year, one is February 2nd, and the other is the Double Ninth Festival." Qin Yan said lightly, "From tonight to tomorrow morning, the ancient city scenic area will light up all night to welcome the Double Ninth Festival. Taoist temples and Buddhist temples are now performing ghost exorcism rituals outside."
"A ritual to exorcise ghosts?" Jing Cheng was surprised.
"Without rituals to exorcise ghosts, the night wouldn't be lively." A staff member of the program said, "There have been many strange murders in the ancient city in recent years. People are panicking and no one dares to go out at night. If it weren't for the many Taoist temples here, I'm afraid the ancient city would have become a ghost town long ago."
Jing Cheng: “…” No wonder the Taoist temple here is so popular.
Zhao Yi came over with a plate in hand, shaking his head and saying, "After dinner, let's all go over and watch the fun. It's a rare opportunity to come here."
"Director Zhao, can our show continue?" the staff member couldn't help but ask.
"I've asked, and Mr. Qin is negotiating with the investors. I heard that the two sides are talking happily, so we should be able to continue filming, but the shooting mode may be changed."
"But, our guests..." The staff member turned to look at Jing Cheng, and said with a troubled look on his face, "The only guests left are Taoist Jing, Professor Fu, and Film Queen Mao."
"Huh?" Zhao Yi, who was eating, was so shocked that a mouthful of rice almost choked in his throat. He quickly put down his chopsticks and took a gulp of water to swallow the food in his throat. "Where are they? Where are Xin Guang and An Qi?"
"Breach of contract and left."
"What did you say?!" Zhao Yi's eyes almost popped out of his sockets.
"Mr. Xin Guang is going to the hospital to visit Yang Hong. An Qi's agent thinks our show is a cannibalistic show that seriously threatens the safety of their artists. He also said that if we want liquidated damages, he will sue us. He took the person away before you came back."
Zhao Yi: “…”
He touched his chest with his right hand and felt that he needed a quick-acting heart pill at this moment.
I can't even eat.
Just as Zhao Yi was racking his brains over how to explain to President Qin, there was a sudden burst of firecrackers outside the hotel, and the crowd exclaimed.
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