Chapter 83

The moment the man in Taoist robe raised his head, almost all the people present held their breath.

evildoer.

That word is on everyone's mind.

If it is said that Yanxiu's handsomeness still has an indisputable delicacy, but the handsomeness of the man in Taoist robes has a fairy air of icy muscles and bones, and the contours of his facial features are just right, clear and deep, as distinct as a person walking out of a painting.

If he didn't have short hair, everyone would even think that he is a celebrity in the forest who came from time travel.

Although the man did not open his mouth to reveal his identity, everyone knew that he should be Mr. Peng.

Everyone was surprised when they recovered, because the village official had said before that Mr. Peng came to the village ten years ago, and he is in his forties this year.

But looking at it now, the person who came here looked at most in his early twenties, and his young face seemed so tender that he could pinch water. He didn't look like a person in his forties?

Even Lin Yingdi, who is famous for his childlike face in the entertainment industry, just took advantage of his facial features and looked young from a distance. In fact, when he is over forty, his face will more or less leave traces of time.

This man's face is really unscientific!

What Zhao Yi blurted out puzzled everyone.

What should a 40-year-old man look like?

The eyes of everyone in the program group turned to Professor Fu in unison.

Professor Fu rubbed his nose, coughed lightly, and said, "Well, I live outside all year round, so I feel a little anxious..."

other people:"……"

It's not that you are in a hurry, it's that he is too in a hurry.

Mr. Peng probably didn't expect so many people to come, and a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes.

"You are……?"

"Ah! That's how it is!" The village official came out of the crowd in a hurry, not daring to look up at Mr. Peng, his eyelids drooping, and he was talking nonsense, "This is my relatives, come here to visitMine, aren't you going to hold a god-inviting ceremony here tonight, they haven't seen such a scene before, they can't sit still, they want to watch the excitement."

"You... don't mind?"

The others couldn't help wiping off his sweat when they heard the words. Although the village official seemed to respect Mr. Peng on the surface, he bowed his head and had the words "nervous" and "guilty" written all over his body.It sounded like there was an imperceptible tremor in the voice.

Mr. Peng looked down at the village official and didn't speak for a long time.

Everyone in the program group also dared not show their atmosphere.

This person's aura...

Cold sweat broke out on the small village official's forehead. He raised his head cautiously to glance at the person in front of him, then quickly lowered his head, like a little eunuch who made a mistake standing next to the emperor and was waiting to be punished.

Jing Cheng looked seriously at Mr. Peng standing in front of the room, and couldn't help thinking of a sentence he read on the Internet——

Don't pretend to be forceful, you will be struck by lightning.

He remembered that there were still a few useless lightning-inducing talisman seals on his body, and his fingers couldn't help moving.

Mr. Peng glanced at everyone, unable to tell what expression he had on his face, just when everyone thought he would say "I don't mind", he suddenly said: "This is an activity in our village, isn't it good for outsiders to watch?"

"This..." The little village official wiped his forehead. It was hard for him to sweat in the late autumn. He raised his head and looked at Mr. Peng's jade-like face, and said flatteringly, "They are all honest people. I heard thatThanks to Mr. Peng's superb ability, everyone admires you very much and will not talk nonsense."

In the eyes of the village official, Mr. Peng has stayed in Bijia Village for many years and is almost isolated from the outside world. He should not know the identities of the program crew, even though several of the guests are people who often appear on TV.

Familiar with everyone, Peng Ji recognized Yan Xiu first after scanning the crowd. The two stared at each other for a while, and Yan Xiu's eyes bent.

Jing Cheng has been paying attention to Yan Xiu, he saw the scene where the two looked at each other, instinctively felt the unusual relationship between the two, and was startled.

Is this "Mr. Peng" also related to demons?

Mr. Peng quickly averted his eyes, and said in silence for a while: "Alright then, but you'd better not get too close to the altar."

"What will happen if you get close?" An Qi couldn't help blurting out.

Mr. Peng looked at her, An Qi suddenly met his expressionless eyes, shivered unconsciously, and began to regret her quick talk in her heart.

The corner of Mr. Peng's mouth curled slightly, and he said something unclear: "You don't want to know."

Everyone in the program group: "..."

This is simply a threat!

He didn't even bother to conceal his purpose... Jing Cheng frowned and thought.

Sure enough, he was as arrogant as he thought.

Professor Fu suddenly said, "I don't know how Mr. Peng will invite God? What is the purpose of inviting God?"

Mr. Peng frowned slightly, raised his eyebrows to look at Professor Fu, sized him up calmly, and then said slowly: "The previous question was about my master's ancestral knowledge for a hundred years, so it's not easy to spread it to the outside world. As for the purpose,Didn’t you find out? The old people in our Bijia Village live long lives, and the young people are in good health. They are almost disease-free and disaster-free? This is because the gods are blessing everyone.”

Every move of this person seems to carry the charm of the ancients, he is personable and extremely elegant, obviously he has been well educated.

Attracting the attention of others all the time.

But Jing Cheng felt a strong sense of disobedience from him, as if this "Mr. Peng" was deliberately imitating someone.

No matter how fairy-like and graceful she pretends to be, it's just a superficial appearance.

The problem was revealed right away.

A master's secret?Jing Cheng traveled the rivers and lakes a hundred years ago, but he has never heard of any Taoist sect whose unique technique is "inviting the gods to the upper body", but when some shamanistic witches dance to the great gods, they like to fool the people and they will invite the gods to the upper body.

Others in the program group were also speechless. Is it because the gods bless you that you are not sick?What kind of nonsense is this?

Rural people often work, and their physique is much better than that of city people. Moreover, the air environment in the countryside is much better than that of the city, and the pressure is not as great as that of the city people. That is, the medical conditions are a little worse. But now the transportation is convenient,Even if you are sick, you can get the best treatment quickly.

Everyone in the program group looked at Mr. Peng again at this time, and they were not as shocked as they were when they first met.

The mysterious halo on his body finally faded.

No one is perfect, they understand.

"Is there any problem?" Mr. Peng obviously didn't realize that there was something wrong with what he said. Maybe he has seen ignorant villagers every day in the past ten years.They are all extraordinary - he naturally did not pay attention to everyone.

Everyone looked at each other in blank dismay.

They actually have a lot of questions they want to ask, but Mr. Peng doesn't want to see them clearly written on his face, so many questions can only be held back in his stomach.

Mr. Peng said succinctly: "The humble house is simple, it is inconvenient to entertain, everyone please."

Everyone went in with trepidation and came out in a daze.

It wasn't until some distance away from the small courtyard that Zhao Yi walked up to Jing Cheng and asked the doubts in his heart: "Daoist Jing, what do you think of Mr. Peng?"

Compared with Mr. Peng, who was hyped up by the villagers, he believed in Jing Cheng he had witnessed with his own eyes.

Zhao Yi wanted to expose Mr. Peng's deception, but now he was a little uncertain, what if he could really ask God?

I felt uneasy for a moment.

Not so good, Jing Cheng thought, he originally thought that Mr. Peng was a scheming schemer, but now it seems that the other party is much easier to deal with than he imagined.

Although he didn't know where he learned the blocking formation, he could feel that the opponent didn't have the strength to match it.

At this time, Jing Cheng's doubts buried in his heart finally had an explanation.

After the formation of the Eighteen Dark Ding Formation, the life force from the eighteen pulse eyes will be continuously sent to the center of the formation.

It stands to reason that this village should have been cut off from life, but what we saw along the way is full of life, which can be seen from the scattered spiritual energy in the formation.

In other words, the person who arranged the formation simply couldn't learn it well.

No wonder have to live in this small village for so many years, waiting for the opportunity.

Seeing that Director Zhao was nervous and worried that the show would end, Jing Cheng smiled mysteriously, and replied, "Don't worry, Director Zhao, what I said earlier was not a lie, please God's upper body can only be a hoax."

Zhao Yi heaved a sigh of relief when he received an affirmative answer.

He looked at Jing Cheng seriously, and said, "I'm relieved to hear Daoist Jing's words, and I'll wait and see tonight!"

An Qi leaned over, her big eyes twinkling with curiosity: "Director Zhao, Daoist Xiao Jing, what charades are you playing? Tell me too?"

Jing Cheng took a few steps back abruptly, getting a little further away from her.

Angie: "..."

Mao Yinghou looked longingly and said: "Actually, I just wanted to ask him how he takes care of himself? I would believe that his face was twenty years old, but he couldn't tell it was a middle-aged man in forty years old, ah...reallyEnvy."

Jing Cheng didn't say a word, and said in his heart that if you stayed in that small courtyard for ten or eight years, you would still be young forever.

Professor Fu said with a serious expression: "To be honest, this Mr. Peng gives me a very bad feeling. I suspect that he will play tricks in tonight's sacrifice."

"I have the same feeling." An Qi recalled, holding her chin, "The way he looked at me just now made me feel very uncomfortable."

Everyone started to discuss one by one, but Jing Cheng found that there were several people missing in the team.

Xin Guang, Yang Hong, Yan Xiu...where are they?

Jing Cheng thought of something, looked back suddenly, and saw Fu Le and Qin Yan at the end of the line, obediently following the staff, chatting while walking, and taking pictures with their mobile phones from time to time, he was relieved.

Qin Yan was always paying attention to Jing Cheng's movements. Seeing him suddenly turning his head back with a nervous expression on his face, he thought he was in a hurry, so he quickly walked a few steps to catch up with them.

"What's wrong?" Qin Yan asked.

Jing Cheng: "Several people are missing in the team. I'm afraid you and Fu Le will also fall behind."

"How come?" Qin Yan gave him a strange look and said, "You are still here, where can we go?"

"What about Mr. Xin and the others?"

"He's going to deliver toilet paper to Yang Hong." Fu Le also followed, and replied without hesitation, "Stealing food will bring retribution, that guy probably has diarrhea."

"..."

Jing Cheng was speechless.

He didn't ask where Yan Xiu had gone, he couldn't possibly have an accident with anyone here, and didn't care about his sudden disappearance.

...

Yan Xiu was still staying in Mr. Peng's courtyard at this time.

Two people who also looked like ordinary people sat down facing each other.

Mr. Peng handed Yan Xiu a cup of hot tea, and said with a strange expression, "I never thought that you would actually establish a contract with a mortal."

Yan Xiu took a sip of hot tea, smiled slightly and said, "I never thought that you would hide here alone."

Seemingly remembering something, he looked up and looked around for a while, then asked in surprise, "Where's your senior brother?"

"died."

When he said this, Mr. Peng seemed to have frost on his face.

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