Chapter 74 (Repair)

The night is as cool as water.

Although Bijia Village is a remote village, after all it is within the jurisdiction of the famous tourist city, the ancient city. The road leading to the village is flat and wide, and the path is not as muddy and difficult as everyone imagined.

The path is quiet, and there is a slight breeze at night, only the sound of people's footsteps can be heard as they walk.

There was no one around, which gave them the illusion that they were about to go to Silent Hill. The fear of the unknown made people feel chills.

The guests of the program group and the photographers who followed the filming walked and chatted. Everyone talked and laughed, trying to divert attention.

Yang Hong walked up to Jing Cheng: "Hey? Little Taoist priest, I heard Director Zhao say you can draw symbols. Is it true?"

Jing Cheng glanced at him: "Really."

Yang Hongrao said with great interest: "You are amazing, what kind of talisman do you know? Tell me about it."

Jing Cheng noticed that a cameraman was taking pictures of them, so he turned his head to prevent himself from appearing in the camera, and said indifferently: "Painting talismans is for cultivating the mind, not a tool for showing off."

Yang Hong shrugged his shoulders, gave a "cut", and muttered a few words such as "pretentious" and "fake prudence", obviously not paying attention.

Professor Fu said disapprovingly: "Xiao Yang, you are wrong. It's okay if you don't believe in yourself, but you must respect other people's beliefs."

Yang Hong squinted at Jing Cheng, and mocked: "What does this have to do with belief? I wonder why the director asked a child to come to participate in the show, and what did he say to ensure our safety? I, an old man, still need it."Do you want to protect the child?"

Although Yang Hong spoke at a normal volume, in the dead of night, no matter how low the volume was, it would appear to be amplified.

Qin Yan and Fu Le were originally following behind with the staff of the program group. After hearing Yang Hong's words, they immediately walked a few steps to catch up.

Bully their oranges?This is absolutely intolerable!

Jing Cheng said in his heart that I have seen a lot of people like you, and finally ran back crying and begged me?

But he said: "If you don't believe me, just do it yourself."

The good old Xin Guang came to smooth things over again, and patted Yang Hong on the shoulder: "Forget it, forget it, there are so many of us, what can happen?"

Turning around, he said to Jing Cheng again: "Jing Daochang is young and promising, with a big heart, don't be as knowledgeable as him."

Yang Hong gasped and was about to say something when he saw Qin Yan and Fu Le running over in a hurry, staring at him with unfriendly expressions, as if if he said anything unpleasant, the opponent's fist would hit him in the face.

He didn't dare to provoke this kind of hot-blooded boy, and they didn't know what to do if they were annoyed.

Jing Cheng looked innocent and harmless, and he could still pass a few words. Qin Yan, who looked taller than him, knew that he was not easy to mess with when his face darkened.

The inferiority of human beings is to bully the weak and fear the strong.

Yang Hong had no choice but to follow Xin Guang's wishes, and distanced himself from them with a resentful face.

"Who is this person? Look at the one who gave him a cow!" Fu Le said angrily, "A relative brought in by the investor? Is it so unreliable?"

Qin Yan walked up to Jing Cheng, and slowly said, "It's just a clown, don't worry about it. If he really wants to make trouble, are the three of us still afraid of him?"

Xin Guang smiled and said: "You children now want to use force to solve problems in everything. Xiao Yang is an atheist. He doesn't believe in these ghosts and gods of the family. His words will inevitably be unpleasant. Listen to me.It’s over, don’t worry about it.”

Fu Le curled his lips: "He is such a big man, do you want us to spoil him? I really think everyone in the world is fucking."

Jing Cheng remained silent, he didn't take Yang Hong seriously at all, so naturally he didn't care what he said.

Since they don't believe him, it saves him from wasting energy to draw amulets for them.

To Jing Cheng's surprise, Yan Xiu actually spoke.

He said in a soft voice: "I believe Daoist Jing has real skills, please take care of him along the way."

He looked at Jing Cheng seriously, with sincerity in his eyes.

Jing Cheng: "?"

No, are you serious?

...

It was also embarrassing for this kind of thing to happen in the team, so everyone watched the excitement, and soon dispersed in twos and threes, each with familiar people.

The main force separated completely.

The night is long and the road is long.

The three of Jing Cheng walked last.

Fu Le suddenly opened his mouth: "One day, the protagonist's friend disappeared mysteriously. The protagonist began to look for the whereabouts of the friend. Someone told the protagonist that the last place his friend went to was a village. After the protagonist heard the news, he decided to leave that night.Usually that's how ghost stories start."

Jing Cheng and Qin Yan: "..."

"Or the protagonist group went on a self-driving tour, and accidentally passed a village. The villagers warmly entertained them, and they decided to stay there to rest that night. Early the next morning, the protagonist's girlfriend suddenly disappeared mysteriously, and everyone panicked.They searched for someone all over the place, but they couldn't find them for a whole day, so they had to stay there. On the third day, another person was missing from the protagonist group. On the fourth day... Later, they found out that there was a ghost in this village..."

Jing Cheng interrupted him: "Don't talk about ghosts at night, just keep your mouth shut."

"Isn't it because you're bored, are you kidding me! Chengzi, you're too serious." Fu Le said gloomily.

Qin Yan kicked him lightly: "You can't joke around, and don't you look at where we are now?"

"Where is it? It's too dark for me to see clearly."

Fu Le squinted his eyes and turned on the flashlight that came with his phone. The weak light could only illuminate the ground one foot and three inches in front of him.

However, at this time, there were screams from several women in front:

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

"I seem to see someone lying there, tell me it's my eyes!"

"It's scary! Come and see it!"

"My God! I don't want to record the show, what is this..."

A woman's scream is nothing, but several women's screams gathered together can make a person's head grow bigger.

All the men present frowned.

"What are you shouting for!" Director Zhao roared unbearably, "Quiet me!"

An Qi panicked: "What's going on? I seem to see someone lying on the ground..."

"There is no one in the wilderness here! You must be dazzled, you are surprised." Someone interjected.

"That... is that a dead person?" An Qi asked submissively, and she admitted that she was terrified.

A cameraman who was following the camera glanced at the camera, turned his head and asked, "Director Zhao, I found that we are going in the wrong direction. What are these rows?"

Hearing this, everyone took out their mobile phones or flashlights one after another, and bunches of lights gathered together to illuminate the road ahead.

Sure enough, rows of stone monuments were neatly erected in front of it, which looked particularly creepy in the silent night.

"Is this a cemetery? How could it be built here?" Xiao Qu asked in amazement.

"What's wrong, I just followed the direction given by the village official, and I didn't miss a single step!" Director Zhao glanced at the path in front of him with a flashlight, and said indifferently, "The suburbs are sparsely populated, and cemeteries are basically built here.What a fuss!"

Several staff members whispered.

"Normally, who would build a cemetery on the main road, are you sick?"

"That's right, what a bad luck!"

"I accidentally recorded it just now. When this issue is released, the audience may think that we are shooting a ghost movie."

"Our show is no different from a ghost movie. What happened in the last episode?"

"Shh...don't mention it, that's really bad luck! Director Zhao's face has changed."

The staff member knew he had made a slip of the tongue and quickly shut up.

Professor Fu stepped forward and took a flashlight to take a look, then pondered: "That's right, in many rural areas in mountainous areas, there are no cemeteries, and they are used to burying their deceased relatives not far from home.Some of them will even be buried in their own backyard, as has been the case for generations, and after a long time, they will form their own family cemetery, like now."

"Every place has its own funeral customs. Many rural areas are still used to burials. Don't be afraid, it's nothing."

An Qi bit her lips, and said palely: "But... I saw someone, just lying there, late at night..."

Xin Guang said in a deep voice: "It's a paper figurine. You can see there are still wreaths there. Someone must have come to offer sacrifices recently, and they haven't had time to clean them up yet."

Yang Hong sneered and said: "Women are troublesome, they are very courageous."

Knowing that it wasn't a dead person, An Qi breathed a sigh of relief, and when she heard Yang Hong mocking her, she immediately became angry: "Why are you like this!"

Yang Hong: "How am I? Am I wrong?"

The face of Yinghou Mao was also in shock. She patted her chest lightly, and said dumbfoundedly: "It scared me too. It was the first time in my life that I came to the cemetery in the middle of the night."

She raised her voice and said, "Director Zhao is going to send us a surprise red envelope later."

Director Zhao said without turning his head, "No problem. Since you are afraid, hurry up and leave, don't waste time here."

Seeing that Fu Le was still taking pictures with his mobile phone, Jing Cheng's face was covered with black lines.

He gave Fu Le a hand: "Come here, don't stay too far away from us."

"What's the matter?" Fu Le leaned over with a puzzled expression.

"Near the cemetery is the place with the heaviest yin energy, especially in this kind of cemetery, where 'yin spirits' gather together. If your anger is too weak, it is easy to attract their attention."

"Yin Ling?" Fu Le was stunned and said, "You mean there are ghosts here?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Fu Le felt a gust of wind blowing past his ears, as if something was blowing into his ears.

Cold sweat broke out on Fu Le's forehead instantly, damn it!Really?

Jing Cheng didn't want to explain too much to him, so he directly pushed him to Qin Yan.

Qin Yanyang is full of fire, a hundred ghosts cannot invade, and he is the safest around him.

Sweat dripped from Fu Le's forehead: "Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooohood..."

Qin Yan: "...don't scare yourself."

Jing Cheng said, "Follow him and stop running around."

Fu Le pinched Qin Yan's coat and nodded wildly: "Never run around!"

The large troop continued to move forward, and after walking for another twenty minutes or so, everyone's vision gradually widened.

The soft moonlight illuminates the orderly arranged blank houses and small farm yards not far away. The lights flicker and the dogs bark one after another.

Looking at it this way, Bijia Village is no different from other villages except for the slightly rudimentary houses.

Jing Cheng turned his head inadvertently, and found that Yan Xiu and Professor Fu were standing together, and the two were actually talking and laughing.

Jing Cheng: "?"

He was completely on the fence with Yan Xiu today, the more he looked okay, the more problematic he was.

Jing Cheng has always believed in his intuition, he doesn't think that Yan Xiu is really innocent and harmless.

He took a few steps to catch up with the two, with just the right doubts on his face: "What are you talking about?"

Professor Fu smiled and said, "I didn't expect Mr. Yan to be interested in folklore as well. We're talking about it."

Yan Xiu said with a smile: "Because my next play is related to folklore, I want to discuss with Professor Fu, enrich myself, and avoid making jokes when things come to an end. Speaking of which, the character I want to play may be related to the Taoist priest or my family.”

"Oh?" Jing Cheng asked in surprise, "May I ask who it is?"

A gleam of light flashed in Yan Xiu's beautiful eyes, and he said slowly, "He is a legendary figure born in the Republic of China, and a great figure who is highly respected by the people."

Jing Cheng had an inexplicable premonition in his heart.

"He is the last celestial master of the Taiyin Mountain Jing family on the celestial path."

Yan Xiu unconsciously licked his lips, narrowed his long and narrow eyes, and said softly, "Master Lingsu."

Jing Cheng: "..."

His hunch was right.

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Looking back, there are many bugs, which have been modified, and the number of words will be added by the way.