Chapter 95

Jing Cheng hesitated for a long while, and didn't say whether he could do it, but it made the other people in the ward very anxious.

Manager Sister Wang was sweating profusely: "Oh! There is no need to hesitate, aren't you an expert? Give me an accurate answer..."

"Yan Xiu has become like this for no reason, whether he is alive or not, how can we explain to the outside world?" Zhao Yi also said anxiously, "Master Jing, I beg you!"

Yanxiu's personal assistant was a young girl, who was sobbing softly with red eyes at this time: "Woooooo, Xiaoyan in our family is too pitiful, parents don't love her, grandpa doesn't love her, she made money to support herself a long time ago, it's hardIt's hot, and another group of blood-sucking relatives came to find trouble, and now he is at the peak of his career, but this kind of thing happened...Why does God just have trouble with him?"

Jing Cheng: "..."

Why can't you get along with him?It may be that poor people must have something to hate.

In fact, Jing Cheng's hesitation has a reason.First of all, the soul-changing technique is too heaven-defying, and it was listed as a Taoist forbidden technique early on. Just imagine if someone has evil intentions and wants to use this to change their lives, what's the deal?

Secondly, it is difficult to find the conditions, the soul needs to be fused with the body, not to mention that Yanxiu's body still has part of his soul, so it has to match his own soul during the fusion process.

However, Yanxiu's physique is negative, and his horoscope is also relatively light. In terms of fusion, it shouldn't be a problem.

But in such a short time, where would he find a suitable ghost?

Just as he was thinking, Jing Cheng suddenly felt a thorn in his back, inexplicably sending a chill down his spine.

Turning around, everyone in the ward was staring at him.

Jing Cheng: ...

After what happened in Bijia Village, everyone has seen Jing Cheng's methods, so in their hearts Jing Cheng is almost equivalent to a "god", and a god is omnipotent.

"Uh..." Jing Cheng said calmly to everyone, "I can try it, but I can't guarantee whether people will have a major personality change or memory loss after waking up."

As soon as Jing Cheng agreed to help, Zhao Yi breathed a sigh of relief, and quickly waved his hands and said, "Hey! As long as people can live, it doesn't matter if they become fools." Anyway, it doesn't matter if he is a fool or not.

But Xiao Qu vaguely sensed something, approached Jing Cheng, and asked tentatively: "Jing Daochang, what do you mean... Do you want to find a little ghost to cultivate the body of Yan Xiu?"

"..." Jing Cheng glanced at him unexpectedly, did he actually guess it?

Xiaoqu has been in the entertainment industry for many years, and is used to observing words and demeanor, and she knows that she is right when she sees Jing Cheng's expression.

All the people present were smart, and when they heard this, their faces immediately looked like they had knocked over a paint bottle, the colorful colors were really beautiful.

Jing Cheng turned to look at Sister Wang. After all, Yan Xiu's manager's words were more powerful. If she directly announced Yan Xiu's death to the outside world, then she didn't have to bother looking for ghosts.

Sister Wang seemed to have experienced a violent struggle in her head, she clenched her fingers nervously, bit her lower lip, and finally said desperately: "Forget it, I believe in Daoist Priest, even a ghost upper body will recognize it,In short, the name Yanxiu must be alive!"

The female assistant opened her mouth as if she wanted to say something, but when she heard Sister Wang's words, she rolled her eyes and immediately shut up.

People who have the deepest relationship with Yanxiu say so, Jing Cheng naturally has nothing to worry about.

Sister Wang is a ruthless person, and Yan Xiu is a star that she has put a lot of effort into packaging.

Now Yanxiu is not only alone, but also has a team of hundreds of people behind him. Now in the entertainment industry, as long as the word "Yanxiu" is put on it, it will be traffic and money!

Yan Xiu broke the public's inherent perception of traffic stars and is a myth in the entertainment industry.She dared to believe that if she lost Yanxiu, no one would bring her the present glory.

So Yanxiu must be alive, and only alive is valuable, isn't it?

Sister Wang had long seen Jing Cheng's embarrassment, and was afraid that Jing Cheng would repent, so she immediately made a promise to Jing Cheng, signed her fingerprints, and asked Zhao Yi and others present to testify——

If Yan Xiu can wake up and not affect his future work, then she can give Jing Cheng 20% of the money Yan Xiu earned in the entertainment industry for the next five years.

Yan Xiu and Qin's Entertainment signed an agent with a split of 6:4, Qin's Entertainment accounted for 60%, Yan Xiu received 40%.

Qin's Entertainment and Yanxiu each get 10%.

With the current popularity of Yanxiu, as long as he doesn't die in the future, that 20% will be an astronomical sum.

Zhao Yi and the others were so shocked that they were stunned, and when they came back to their senses, they all looked at Jing Cheng with admiration—as expected of Daoist Jing, making money is as easy as drinking water.

Sure enough, great people are great everywhere, and their ability to make money is also top-notch!

Sister Wang has a good plan, she believes that money can make ghosts go round, if Jing Cheng cares about this money, then he will definitely not just find a kid 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 gamble!

Jing Cheng signed his name on the contract and pressed his fingerprint.

From the beginning to the end, his face was neither happy nor sad, as if he didn't care whether he could get the money or not.

His calm demeanor, in the eyes of other people, is that Jing Daochang is extraordinary and refined, different from ordinary people like them, who don't care about money.

At this time, Zhao Yi and the others had already forgotten how they used money to coax Jing Cheng into participating in the show.

Little did he know that in Jing Cheng's mind, being a celebrity is a profession that exists to entertain the public. It is no different from actors in the past. How much money can they make?

What's more, it's only 20%?

He can earn 1.5 million in one afternoon.

Thinking of this, Jing Cheng decided to go back and ask Qin Yan how the charity organization the other party contacted him was doing.

He can't spend so much money, so it's better to use it to do good deeds and accumulate virtue.

...

After coming out of the hospital and returning to the business hotel for a long time, Jing Cheng was thinking about where to find a suitable kid.

"The star's favorite cemetery?" Qin Yan raised his eyebrows, surprised by Jing Cheng's question.

Fu Le said nervously: "Could it be that Yan Xiuzhen is no longer good? You need to buy a cemetery?"

Jing Cheng didn't tell them the fact that Yan Xiu was actually dead, after all, the less people know about this kind of thing, the better.

What's more, Fu Le is still 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 while, he considered, "Well, you can help me find out if there is a more expensive cemetery nearby.The more expensive the better."

As far as he knows, most people are buried in the cemetery after death, and celebrities will choose more expensive cemeteries.

Well-known movie stars belong to the ranks of celebrities, maybe he can find a "star ghost" in the cemetery.

The same occupation, even if possessed, the gap with the original owner should not be much different.

Qin Yan was very puzzled by Jing Cheng's description, but seeing Jing Cheng's serious expression, he couldn't ask.

Obviously, Jing Cheng had something hidden 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 was wrong, but he was relieved that it was good that nothing happened to Yan Xiu.

They searched the ancient city cemetery on the Internet. Most of the cemeteries are built in the suburbs, and the cemetery in the ancient city is the same, which is a certain distance from the urban area.

Jing Cheng also asked the two of them to help him search for famous movie stars who died in the past twenty years. There are many stars who died in the past two decades, and there are also many famous movie stars. You can also find out where they are buried. However, Jing Cheng was surprised that,But no one was buried in the ancient city cemetery!

Actually, many of them lived and died abroad in their later years.

Jing Cheng felt inconceivable, don’t people nowadays understand the principle of returning a fallen leaf to its root?

The three didn't leave the computer desk until someone from the program team informed them to go downstairs for dinner.

When going downstairs, Jing Cheng noticed that the atmosphere in the hotel had changed, it should be said that it was agitated.

The faces of every service staff who came and went were full of smiles, and they gathered together in twos and threes, discussing something excitedly.

The faces of the diners in the cafeteria were also full of eagerness, as if something great 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 temple fair for the Double Ninth Festival tonight, and everyone is discussing it."

Only then did Jing Cheng realize that tomorrow is the Double Ninth Festival.

"It is said that tonight there will be an event of the Tournament God, all real people dressed up as gods, many people are waiting to see the fun, after all, there are only two times a year, one is February 2, and the other is the Double Ninth Festival." Qin Yan said plainly, "From tonight to tomorrow morning, the scenic spots in the ancient city will be illuminated overnight to welcome the Double Ninth Festival, and Taoist temples and temples are now doing exorcism rituals outside."

"Exorcism?" Jing Cheng was surprised.

"If you don't do things to exorcise ghosts, you won't be lively at night." A staff member of the program group said, "There have been a lot of weird murders in the ancient city in recent years, and people are panic-stricken. No one dares to come out at night. If it weren't for the many Taoist temples here, I am afraid that the ancient city has long been turned into a ghost town."

Jing Cheng: "..." No wonder the Taoist temple here is so popular.

Zhao Yi came over with a plate in his hand, shook his head and said, "After dinner, let's all go and watch the fun, it's hard to come here once."

"Director Zhao, can our show continue?" the staff couldn't help asking.

"I asked. Mr. Qin is negotiating with investors. I heard that the two parties had a pleasant conversation. The filming should continue, but the filming mode may be changed."

"But, our guests..." The staff member turned his head to look at Jing Cheng, and said with a troubled expression, "The only guests left are Daoist Jing, Professor Fu and Shadow Queen Mao."

"Huh?" Zhao Yi, who was eating, was so startled that he almost choked his throat with a mouthful of rice. He quickly put down his chopsticks, gulped down the food in his throat, "Where are you? Where are Xin Guang and An Qi?"

"Breached the contract and left."

"What did you say?!" Zhao Yi's eyes almost popped out.

"Mr. Xin Guang is going to visit Yang Hong in the hospital. An Qi's manager thinks our show is a cannibal show, which seriously threatens the safety of their artists. He also said that if we want liquidated damages, we will sue us. You haven't come back yet."He took people away before."

Zhao Yi: "..."

He touched his chest with his right hand, feeling that he needed a quick-acting heart-rescuing pill at this moment.

I can't eat anymore.

Just as Zhao Yi was thinking hard about how to explain to Mr. Qin, a burst of firecrackers exploded outside the hotel, and the crowd burst into exclamations.

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