Chapter 87

In order to avoid trouble, Jing Cheng didn't tell the program crew what he was going to do that night. He originally planned to meet Mr. Peng alone.

Qin Yan, on the other hand, followed Jing Cheng as a humanoid blood bank (...).

Although Jing Cheng repeatedly emphasized that tonight's action is very dangerous, for Qin Yan, he doesn't care about the danger, and he cares more about Jing Cheng's "alone" action.

"Didn't you say that you need the blood of Zhiyang Zhigang to break the formation?" Qin Yan looked at Jing Cheng with his beautiful red phoenix eyes without blinking, and said seriously, "Just treat me like a blood cow, sir.There needs to be someone to pull the monsters, right?"

Jing Cheng: "..."

Under Fu Le's daily brainwashing, "blood cow" and "pull monsters" are game-specific terms that Jing Cheng already knows very well.

"A man who can't play games is not worthy of being a man." - this is what Fu Le often says.

However, what they are facing this time is a boss-level monster. Since the other party knows the "Eighteen Dark Ding Needles", a forbidden technique that is lost among the people, there is no guarantee that they will use any more sinister tricks.

No matter how good the game is, you can't play life as a game, can you?

Jing Cheng still hesitated.

He wanted to find a good helper, and there was no one in the entire program group who was more suitable than Qin Yan.

However, Qin Yan hasn't really stepped into the Taoist gate yet. If something happens, it will be too late to regret.

"I'm not Yang Hong. I'm wearing an amulet." Qin Yan looked at him for a while, then said slowly, "Or, you don't believe in your amulet?"

Jing Cheng choked on him.

Well, he managed to grab his dead side.

Of course I trust my amulet, no one knows its effects better than I do!

Jing Cheng thought for a moment, based on his understanding of Qin Yan, the other party is a pivot, once a decision is made in his heart, it is difficult to change, even if he does not let the other party go, the other party may come quietly behind him.

So he had no choice but to respect the wishes of the other party, Su Rong said to Qin Yan: "Remember to follow me, don't run around."

Qin Yan smiled, then suddenly reached out to grab his hand, and nodded obediently: "You must not run around."

"..." Jing Cheng lowered his head and stared at the other's bony hand, feeling an inexplicable strange feeling in his heart.

Fu Le, who was playing with his mobile phone in his sleeping bag, rolled his eyes silently, and quietly put on his earphones.

Light bulbs have dignity!

...

Qin Yan raised his head, looking in horror at the tumbling black clouds in the sky. The thunder and lightning brewing in the black clouds seemed to completely destroy this piece of heaven and earth.

He muttered to himself: "This is the Five Thunder Gang Curse..."

This scene completely broke his bottom line of cognition. Can people really control the power of nature without using technology?

A longing for the unknown world that he once despised suddenly arises in his heart, and it turns out that this is Jing Cheng's world.

His self-righteous appearance, family background and background are so vulnerable against the backdrop of this unnatural force.

He suddenly felt ashamed again, he had never been so clear as now - he and Jing Cheng are people from two worlds.

"What's the matter with you?" Jing Cheng turned around inadvertently, and saw Qin Yan's lonely expression, his heart trembled, and he couldn't help blurting 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 eye, and said, "Hurry up, it should be resolved before the police arrive."

Qin Yan: "Oh."

Jing Cheng glanced at him, and for some reason, Fuzhi suddenly said in his heart: "You can do it too."

"What?"

Jing Cheng turned around, looked straight into his eyes with clear eyes, and said seriously: "I will teach you these things, and you will be able to do it sooner or later."

Qin Yan was stunned.

The air seemed to be quiet for several seconds.

After a while, Qin Yan tilted his head and coughed, and said with a smile: "Are you really going to be my master?"

"You think I'm lying?" Hearing the joke 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 always on the same road."

We are all the way...

Qin Yan thought to himself, I like to hear this sentence.

The master is the master, isn't it popular these days that masters and apprentices become lovers?

So Qin Yan called him politely: "Little Master."

Jing Cheng puffed out his chest, raised his chin and said, "Good boy."

Qin Yan: "..."

He looked at Jing Cheng's face, which was slightly younger than his peers, his fingers were about to move, and he really wanted to pinch it.

But just think about it.

He turned his head to look at the raging flames in the distance, feeling as if his heart was also being roasted.

It was piping hot.

...

There was so much commotion outside that even the most serious people would be curious about what happened.

While running, the villagers saw that after the thunder fell from the sky and split the big tree, a raging fire suddenly rose from under the tree.

Someone screamed in horror: "It's on fire—a big fire!!"

"What are you still doing in a daze, call someone to put out the fire!"

"Firefighting——!!!"

"Water, water... who has a water tank? Hurry up and bring it here!"

"Tie Zhu's daughter-in-law, quickly ask your man to carry water!"

...

Everyone in the program group was also speechless by the chaotic scene outside.

"This... the news of the present world came too fast, right?" An Qi said in disbelief, "There was thunder first, and then fire. How many bad things have to be done to be treated like this by God?"

Mao Yinghou said: "What does it have to do with God? The weather is dry in autumn and things are easy to catch fire. This should be a normal phenomenon?"

"But this thunderbolt in the clear sky, no matter how you look at it, it's not right?" An Qi asked back not to be outdone, "There are many things in this world that cannot be explained by science, aren't they?"

Professor Fu walked to the window, looked at the scene of the flames in the distance, frowned and muttered: "Yes, why did it suddenly thunder?"

As soon as the words fell, there were several "rumbling" explosions in the sky, and the thunderbolt as thick as an arm seemed to have eyes, and it fell straight in the direction of Bijia Village.

Everyone in the program crew hiding in the old house was dumbfounded.

So... did Bijia Village really offend God?

When everyone was shocked, no one noticed that Yan Xiu, who was standing at the back of the crowd, suddenly shook, and a black mist invisible to the naked eye slowly emerged from his chest, transforming into the appearance of a fox in mid-air.

The fox exudes black smoke all over its body, and its figure is almost invisible, only two scarlet eyes look at everything outside through the black smoke.

Then it slipped quietly through the crack in the door.

Yan Xiu, who was still there, blinked, what happened?

After a while, a heavy sense of exhaustion overwhelmed him, Yan Xiu rubbed his eyes tiredly, and went back to his room with heavy steps to sleep.

...

Peng Ji clutched his chest in pain, the loss of vitality made him age rapidly, and the vitality that had been taken away by him was impatiently breaking through his body.

In fact, apart from his young and beautiful skin, his internal organs have already been riddled with holes.

Now, his body seemed to be torn apart from the outside by a pair of big hands, revealing the unsightly inside.

He deserved to die more than ten years ago. After what he did was discovered, the Taoist people controlled him. He couldn't escape punishment at all. It was a forbidden technique used by his senior brother to change his life.Let him survive, he was able to escape.

His senior brother was originally the youngest elder of the Taoist sect, a proud son of heaven, the sect was proud of him, and Peng Ji was also proud of being the other party's senior brother.

If it weren't for those Taoist associations who were ruthless and ruthless under the guise of hypocrisy, his brother would not have died young.

Peng Ji gritted his teeth and thought, he was very unwilling to get revenge.

He straightened up with difficulty, walked to the edge of the window, looked up at the sky outside, and the thunder was rolling, as if it would never stop.

What kind of a powerful character can use this kind of thunderous means to break the formation, no one in today's Taoist sect can do this step.

Could it be the Zhang family?

In his mind, he recalled the people he had seen during the day, and strange faces appeared in a flash.

In the end, it was fixed into an exceptionally young face.

He heard people outside calling him "Taoist Master", he didn't take it seriously at the time, but now it seems that the other party is hiding something.

Is it this person?

In order to deal with him, the Zhang family also took great pains.

Over the years, the Zhang family has been chasing him, and he hides in such a corner of the mountain village like a lost 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, and a puff of black smoke suddenly appeared in front of him, turning into a blurry figure.

Peng Ji glanced at it, and said with a blank expression, "What are you doing here? Are you watching my joke?"

His voice was no longer as clear as before, but rough and ugly, like a real old man.

"How could it be?" A thin voice came from the shadow, like the cry of a small animal, "Mr. Peng is our savior. Without you, we would still be crushed underground by the Monster Suppressing Monument."

Peng Ji's expression moved slightly, but soon fell silent again, sneered, and mocked: "Hehe, do monsters know how to be grateful?"

The black shadow trembled, and said in a high-pitched voice: "We know how to repay kindness better than humans..."

Peng Ji said coldly: "Then you go and help me kill the instigator. Isn't the heart of a cultivator great for you?"

Sombra: "..."

"Why, dare not?"

"As I said before, he is a powerful character." Soi Ying paused, "And he is not an ordinary Taoist priest."

Peng Ji raised his eyebrows: "Isn't he the Zhang family? Today's Taoist family is not your opponent, right?"

"How could he be the Zhang family?!"

The black shadow seemed to be very excited, the black mist around him was violently rolling, and a pair of scarlet eyes that were almost dripping blood suddenly appeared, Peng Ji couldn't help but take two steps back, looking at this scene with a pale face, flashing across his eyesA trace of fear.

"He's a celestial master!" Hei Wu's voice became hoarse with anger, "It's the Jing family! The Jing family celestial master who suppressed us under Taiyin Mountain for generations!!!"

"I can't wait to pull out his skin, shave his bones, constrict his tendons, and drink his blood!"

While the black mist was churning and surging, gusts of wind suddenly blew in the room, the flower pots on the window sill and the things on the table were all swept to the ground, and there was a chaotic sound of thunder and bang.

It took a long time for the black mist to calm down.

Peng Ji finally found his voice, and said with difficulty: "...You said he is the celestial master of the Jing family in Taiyin Mountain? But didn't the Jing family quit the celestial master world long ago?"

He even switched to business, otherwise he wouldn't have sold the land so easily to the Jing family.

"I won't mistake his aura." Hei Mist replied firmly.

He personally completed the last seal of the Monument of Demon Suppression a hundred years ago.

The author has something to say:

Let me explain: About twenty years ago, Peng Ji got the Luban book by accident. After he finished his studies, he wandered in the upper class and gained a great reputation in the circle of the rich. Then he met the head of the Jing family (Jing Rong’s grandfather,ordinary people), encouraging him to sell the land.

Before that, he had heard the legend of Taiyin Mountain, and knowing that things were suppressed there, it might help him practice sorcery.

— that's pretty much it.

So he is a very bad person.

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Thanks to the little angels who threw mines: 2 dear ones from my family; 1 fish, fish and circle;

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