Chapter 63
I don't know when the rain started to slow down, and it fell into the mountains and fields, diluting the blood on the ground. Soon, a thin layer of light red blood mist floated over the entire area.
In the blood mist, banners with richer and deeper colors fluttered, avoiding the rain without a trace of moisture.
This strange and magical scene piqued Ben Qi's interest. He narrowed his eyes and turned his gaze in the direction of the sound. Unfortunately, it was too dark tonight, and with his eyesight, he could only make out the long, dark shadows of the tree trunks. So, Ben Qi didn't pay much attention. After all, no matter who came today, they would not be able to leave this area.
Do you really think that he, one of the five masters of Xuantian Temple, is just a small fry and you want to kill him so easily?
Oh.
This group of scum in the special department not only lacks ability, but also has wishful thinking.
A sneer gradually appeared on Ben Qi's face. Wrinkles piled up on his face, but his eyes were sharper and colder than a hawk in the mountains. He said, "Go."
After the order was given, the two evil spirits roared to the sky again.
They slapped their chests hard with their hands, and thick black air merged into the blood mist. Under Zhang Bu's shocked gaze, one of them suddenly clenched its claws into a fist, accumulated all its strength in it, and then blasted out, smashing hard on the golden light outside the banner.
This time, the fist was no longer unscathed.
A burnt stench accompanied by a crackling sound rang in Zhang Bu's ears. The evil ghost had obviously not expected this scene. There was a very human-like surprise and dullness in his scarlet eyes. After a few seconds, screams and wails of pain instantly filled the entire space, startling the flocks of birds hiding nearby, who flapped their wings and flew away.
Zhang Bu looked closely and saw that the evil ghost's fist had been completely burned clean by the golden light. The golden light turned into wisps of golden snakes, which lay on the evil ghost's arm as if they had life. After devouring the entire fist, they moved towards the wrist and forearm. Wherever the golden snakes passed by, a black burnt smell would appear. When the wind blew, the black burnt smell dissipated, and the injured area was empty, with nothing left.
The snake had already taken this opportunity to drill into other parts of the evil ghost's body.
The horrible feeling of being tightly entangled made the evil ghost howl uncontrollably. It jumped up and down, trying to slap the golden snake off, but the golden snake was used to taking advantage of every opportunity. When its left hand slapped its right hand, the snake took the opportunity to drill into its left hand and corroded the evil ghost's left hand again.
Ben Qi's face had already turned black when he saw this scene.
He knew very well what the evil ghost he raised was capable of, but it was precisely because of this knowledge that he knew even more clearly that it should not have been defeated like this when facing a normal Taoist priest!
The hunched old man reached out his right hand in the air, and a Three Purities Bell, brimming with an ancient aura, materialized within his palm. His gaze remained fixed on the distant corner, where the shadow of a tree trunk formed. He sneered, "This man is certainly better than the useless members of the Special Branch, but hiding in the corner like a rat is a bit too cowardly."
As soon as he finished speaking, the Sanqing Bell began to ring as he shook his right hand.
When the first ringtone entered Zhang Bu's ears, he subconsciously frowned.
His magical weapon was a common peachwood sword, but some of his fellow disciples also favored the Three Purities Bell. He had seen them use it to capture evil spirits, but the sound was incredibly melodious to humans, not like now. Every clink of the bells felt like a stone pounding against the heart, a heart-pounding, tightening feeling rising from the depths of his soul, making it almost impossible to breathe.
Zhang Bu endured the discomfort and looked at Ben Qi's Sanqing Bell again. He was shocked to discover that it was slightly different from others he had seen before. A normal Sanqing Bell is typically twenty centimeters tall, nine centimeters in diameter, made of brass, and has a handle shaped like a mountain. But Ben Qi's Sanqing Bell was a size larger, and the brass was dyed red, making it look more like a weapon than a magical instrument.
Furthermore, the "mountain"-shaped handle is actually facing downwards.
It looks very discordant.
Soon after the strange Sanqing Bell rang, the monster that was howling in pain suddenly seemed to have taken drugs. Its body suddenly grew three times larger. The two arms that had been burned clean grew back and soon turned into the shape of palms. Its left hand once again tried to grab the golden snake.
This time, its fingers were not burned and swallowed by the golden snake. Instead, it grabbed the golden snake and squeezed it tightly between its long fingers.
Just when Zhang Bu thought that the golden snake was about to be crushed, a dull collision sound suddenly occurred around the blood-red flag. After a buzzing sound, the blood-red flag swung out a circle of golden ripples. When the ripples touched the evil ghost, they instantly turned into countless snakes and drilled into the evil ghost's body.
The evil ghost was startled by this sudden scene, and for a moment he didn't care about the three or two in his hands. He jumped up and down like a monkey, and even wanted to reach into his chest, back, waist and abdomen to catch the golden snake.
But the latter did not give a chance.
After a brief struggle, a hole first appeared in the evil ghost's chest. Then, the hole, which was the size of a fingernail, expanded little by little and spread around, becoming the size of an adult's fist, and then the size of a football. Finally, the hole completely swallowed up the evil ghost's body.
The screams lingered in the silent space and slowly dissipated along with the sound of the dripping rain, while countless golden snakes gathered into a majestic golden dragon, silently circling just above the blood-red banner, its blood-red eyes staring straight at Ben Qi.
Seeing the evil ghost he was so proud of being devoured so easily, Ben Qi's face became extremely ugly.
His eyes were deep, and he spoke again: "Who are you, sir?"
No one spoke.
Ben Qi frowned slightly and spoke again, "I, Ben Qi, have lived for many years and can absolutely confirm that I have never seen a person like you. Are you really unwilling to explain your doubts?"
Still no one spoke.
Ben Qi's patience has reached its limit.
This skill of pretending to be a ghost is as good as the golden dragon's ability to devour evil spirits.
Thinking of this, Ben Qi's eyes flashed with murderous intent: "Since you are still unwilling to show up, don't blame me for being rude!"
boom!
Ben Qi swung the Three Purities Bell in his hand once more, and an invisible wave of energy emanated from the bell, radiating outward in all directions. This wave collided with the golden light of the banner, and a powerful wall of energy spread out, overturning the surrounding vegetation and uprooting tree trunks over ten meters tall. However, Zhang Bu, standing behind the banner, remained steady.
He looked at this scene and couldn't help but take a breath in his heart.
This simple fight was enough to show how powerful the person who saved his life was.
He originally thought that the special department of Baishui City was quite strong, but after what happened today, he deeply understood that it was far from enough.
Otherwise... so many people wouldn't have died.
His hands, hanging at his sides, were clenched into fists, his knuckles turning white from exertion, and veins on his face were visibly showing from his endurance.
Ben Qi tried many times, but he couldn't break through the blood-red flag.
He was extremely unhappy.
I had thought of using this guy from the special department to lure out that elusive guy, but now it turns out it's completely useless!
Ben Qi gritted his teeth, gave Zhang Bu another deep look, and then raised the corner of his mouth in a cold arc. He said immediately, "You'd better arrive in time every time to rescue these useless people in the special department, otherwise, I will kill them one by one for you to see."
He took two steps back, looked into the depths of the forest, and said, "Sir, remember the great name of Xuantian Temple. The next time we meet, I will kill you!"
Ben Qi didn't want to waste any more time. He wanted to kill Zhang Bu but couldn't, and he wanted to deal with that guy but couldn't either, so he decided to leave immediately. After all, he was somewhat dissatisfied with the outcome of today's battle.
Killing four young men from the special department was nothing, but he lost an evil ghost that he had been training for a long time.
You should know that this evil ghost is stronger than the evil ghost that destroyed Liuyun Temple. It will take at least ten years to train one, which is not an easy task!
He was afraid that if he stayed any longer, he would lose the other evil ghost.
But what Ben Qi didn't expect was that just as he threatened to take someone's life and was about to leave, the sound of grass and trees being trampled suddenly came from the forest, which had been silent.
Immediately afterwards, a slender figure appeared beside the blood-red banner without warning.
This man looked very young, but his attire was completely out of place in modern society. He wore a long white robe, speckled with crimson. Ben Qi had initially thought it was a plum blossom decoration, but upon closer inspection, he realized it was simply dried blood!
The man exuded a chill, his white hair pinned up with a jade hairpin. Beneath his handsome, cold features, his pale eyes stared at him. After a moment, he opened his thin lips and asked, "Xuantian Temple?"
Ben Qi had sensed an extremely terrifying murderous aura enveloping him since the man appeared, and a sense of unease had already spread throughout his body. When he heard the words 'Xuantian Temple', he privately thought the man was shocked, and immediately nodded, "Exactly."
Unexpectedly, just as he confirmed it, he saw this cold man laugh and say, "Okay."
boom!
The blood-red flag suddenly shook again, overturning the surrounding vegetation for dozens of miles. The man reached out, and with his slender, cold white fingers, he grabbed the flagpole. Standing in the air, he stared at Ben Qi with a pair of cold eyes: "You're looking for death."
Ben Qi was filled with fear and turned around and ran away.
Feng Si looked at his back and chased after him without hesitation.
…
Early the next morning.
As soon as Rong Jing arrived at the studio, he heard the new news from Baishui City.
Chi Bai swallowed the buns he had bought on the way and said to Rong Jing in a slurred voice, "Something happened. Last night, several employees from the special department of Baishui City, Jiangdian Province, tried to arrest Ben Qi, but four of the five died."
Rong Jing's fair face tensed, his brows furrowed, and he asked in a low voice, "What's going on?"
Chi Bai shook his head: "We only know that Ben Qi is too strong. They have never fought before. They were probably wiped out, but fortunately someone saved the minister's life."
Did someone save the minister's life?
Rong Jing supported his chin with both hands. After hearing this, he thought for a while and muttered, "From this point of view, the person who saved the minister must be quite powerful."
"Yes." Chi Bai had come here just for this matter. He had initially heard it all, believing the Baishui City incident had nothing to do with them. He had heard that the Tianshi Alliance had already taken action after the incident, and that Baishui City would likely be taken over by the Tianshi Alliance. But the news Ah Qiu had heard included something else.
"According to what's said in Baishui City, the man who saved the people had white hair and was dressed in elegant clothes. His magical weapon was a blood-red banner, and then—"
Before he finished speaking, Chi Bai saw Rong Jing's eyes gradually brighten up.
Then she stared at him excitedly and asked, "Anything else?"
Chi Bai: "It is said that the other party himself did not intend to show up, but after hearing Ben Qi mention Xuantian Temple, he killed anyone he caught. Now he is chasing Ben Qi and no one knows where he is going."
Chi Bai felt that the fact that Ben Qi got furious when he heard about Xuantian Temple was too familiar, so he came here specifically to tell Rong Jing the news.
He had already made some guesses in his heart, and now seeing Rong Jing's expression, he knew that his guess was probably correct, so he asked, "Are you from the authentic Xuantian Temple?"
Rong Jing nodded vigorously: "It's my uncle, Feng Si."
"Feng Si?"
Hearing these two words, Si Liu half emerged from the door panel as if a switch had been turned on, and asked, "Where is Feng Si?"
Rong Jing: "...Senior, you have really good ears."
Si Liu rolled his eyes: "Aren't you talking nonsense?"
Then the topic changed and returned to the previous one: "I just heard you mention Feng Si, so where is Feng Si?"
Rong Jing didn't know either, so he could only look at Chi Bai eagerly. Chi Bai was stared at by two pairs of eyes. He coughed awkwardly and then shook his head: "Except for Ben Qi who is being hunted, I guess no one else knows."
Seeing the zombie and ghost suddenly become depressed after hearing this, Chi Bai quickly comforted them: "But there is finally news, right?"
"That's true." Rong Jing said in a low voice.
Since he woke up from the coffin, he finally got news about his master, which was a good start.
Rong Jing put the matter of Uncle Feng Si aside for the time being. Chi Bai came to report the good news and then returned to the special department, leaving only Si Liu lazily lying on the sofa watching TV series.
As a result, he was kicked out by Rong Jing after watching for only two minutes because he was too noisy.
At 3:30 in the afternoon, a tightly wrapped man pushed open the workshop door. Rong Jing looked up and saw him, and was reminded of Song Zhiye that day. However, the man before her was clearly even better dressed than Song Zhiye. He wore a baseball cap, a long black wig, matching sunglasses, and a mask. At first glance, from behind, he looked like a girl.
Rong Jing respected the attire of each guest, and without changing his expression, he simply said, "Hello."
"Hello." A pretentious voice came out of the other person's throat. Rong Jing couldn't help but hold his forehead. The person seemed to feel that his throat was not choked and was quite embarrassed. He quickly gave Rong Jing an apologetic smile.
Seeing this, Rong Jing took the initiative to hand over a glass of water, and then said: "Don't worry, I won't disclose the guests' situation."
The customer uttered a dry "oh." Although he didn't remove the disguise on his face, he at least stopped pinching his throat and spoke in his most normal male voice: "Well, my friend told me about that big star Xiao Sheng. He said that Xiao Sheng's failure was because you were helping Song Zhiye, right? He also said that Xiao Sheng and Song Zhiye's fates were previously switched..."
Having said that, Rong Jing couldn't help but frown.
He asked suspiciously, "How did your friend know that Xiao Sheng and Song Zhiye's fates were swapped?"
Logically speaking, he had only told Song Zhiye and Song Zhiye's agent about this matter, but based on his understanding of these two people, they should not be the kind of people who like to talk too much.
The guest hesitated for a moment, but finally told the truth.
Although there was no one else in the room except him and Rong Jing, he subconsciously lowered his voice: "Didn't you read the entertainment news these past two days? It's been quite lively."
"After Xiao Sheng's incident, several other celebrities got into trouble, including a very influential senior figure in the industry who was exposed for frequently molesting younger members." The guest sighed as he spoke of this incident. "I used to... my friend used to work with this senior figure. I thought he was a really nice person and would even give him advice on acting and interpersonal relationships. But who could have known that he was such a jerk? He looked so virtuous, but secretly he was actually this kind of person."
Rong Jing pretended not to realize that his friend was actually himself, and nodded in agreement: "There are indeed a lot of people who are good at pretending these days."
"That's right!" The customer slammed the table, then realized his action was a bit presumptuous. He quickly gave Rong Jing an awkward smile and continued his gossip, "After this veteran's downfall, people around him said that the reason he holds such a high position in the industry is purely because he went to Gao Yun many years ago to have a master change his fate!"
"That person is an insider, and he also said that the master this old senior was looking for was the same person Xiao Sheng was looking for. Now that Xiao Sheng is in trouble, it is likely that you took action to eliminate the master, so the old senior is also in trouble."
Rong Jing: “…”
No wonder.
Rong Jing knew what happened, so he asked directly: "So what do you want to do with me?"
The customer gave an embarrassed smile, but unfortunately it was completely obscured by the mask. He said, "I just want you to help me see if my fate has been changed. I thought I was very lucky before, but I don't know what happened, but now nothing I do is going well... If my fate has been changed, can you help me deal with it?"
Rong Jing thought to himself, as expected.
Then she looked at him twice and told him the truth: "You are already the eighth person in your industry who has come to me today and asked if it is possible that your fate has been changed."
The guest was stunned: "Huh?"
Rong Jing gave him an innocent smile, and then gave a heartbreaking answer: "It hasn't been replaced, don't worry."
The guest was stunned for a moment, and the words came out of his mouth faster than his brain: "So... I am destined to be a fool, right?"
Rong Jing: “…”
The guest took off his sunglasses and wiped his red eyes. He didn't care whether the mirror would reveal his identity or not. He repeatedly confirmed with some sadness: "Is this really the case?"
Rong Jing looked at his pitiful appearance, then pointed at the payment code and said, "How about I tell you your fortune and see how your career is going?"
Adhering to the principle of 'since I'm already here', the guest nodded in agreement, but after nodding, he quickly added, "Master Rong, it's actually okay to tell lies occasionally. My heart is already broken to pieces, so you can mend it."
Rong Jing: “…”
In all his fortune-telling career, this was the first time he encountered a customer who hoped he was a liar.
He said, "Let me calculate it for you first."
The tortoise shell swayed, and the copper coin fell to the table. Rong Jing looked down at the hexagram. Then, under the young man's expectant and fearful gaze, he slowly spoke: "Kan on top and Li on bottom, water on fire, water and fire complement each other, converging. The hexagram is very good."*
"What does this mean?"
"It means that what you ask for will surely come true." Rong Jing saw his eyes light up for a moment, and then said, "The hexagram says six two: haste makes waste."
This time the young man finally understood, and he asked excitedly, "What you mean is that I can't be impatient, but I will definitely become famous, right?"
Rong Jing nodded: "It's okay to understand it this way."
The young man could barely suppress the smile on his face, but the next second he suddenly remembered something and his smile suddenly fell. He asked uncertainly, "Master, this shouldn't be a lie to comfort me, right?"
Rong Jing: "I don't lie."
Young man: "Then I'll kowtow to you!"
Rong Jing: “…” That’s not necessary.
The young man who got a satisfactory answer turned around and left happily. Rong Jing looked at his back and felt quite amused. Then he rang the bell and the next guest came in.
The people who came were a family of three.
The parents looked to be in their thirties, the man in a suit and the woman in a black dress, looking very well matched together. It's worth mentioning that Nie Liu was standing behind the three of them. Seeing Rong Jing looking over, Nie Liu quickly tiptoed around the family of three and introduced them with a smile:
"Master, this is Huai Wenmin, my eldest brother from an aristocratic family. This is his wife and son. They came all the way from Cangyun Province and came here to get a number right after getting off the plane."
Nie Liu emphasized the word "number", indicating that he did not rely on his status as the master's assistant to open a back door for others.
But in fact, if he really wanted to open a back door, Rong Jing wouldn't say much.
But this backdoor has to be arranged after get off work hours.
He nodded to Nie Liu and said, "Don't worry, I will solve any problems."
Hearing this, Nie Liu also breathed a sigh of relief. He had only just learned today that Huai Wenmin and his family of three had come to Yancheng. It was his father who personally called to inform him of this. He said that the two old men had mentioned that he was working as an assistant under a master when they were chatting on the phone yesterday. Naturally, the other party found it incredible.
It was normal for Nie Liu to do this, but hearing the tone of Nie Liu's father, he didn't show any intention of stopping him, and even had a kind of inexplicable pride, which made it seem abnormal no matter how you looked at it.
The other party was curious and asked, so Nie Liu's father praised Rong Jing crazily for his great abilities and said he was very relieved to have his son following him.
After hearing this, the other party was speechless. After a long while, he asked, "Are you sure he is very powerful?"
The old man of the Nie family was very thoughtful. He sensed something when he heard what the other party said and quickly said, "Of course, if you encounter any problems here, it will definitely be no problem to come to Master Rong!"
Then, Huai Wenmin arrived in Yancheng with his wife and son.
"Then I won't bother you any more."
Nie Liu turned and left the workshop, closing the door behind him. Huai Wenmin and his wife took their son to sit on a chair. Huai Wenmin politely greeted Rong Jing and then said, "Master, I'm here today to discuss my son's situation. Since the day before yesterday, he's been acting strangely. He refuses to respond when we talk to him, and he's particularly afraid of water and fire..."
Rong Jing looked at the young boy, then at the child's mother, whose face was slightly pale and who had obviously not rested well, and said softly, "Because this is not your son."
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