Tianshi travels in the clouds, returns to the mountain and finds that his home has been stolen

Chapter 291 Breaking the situation and entering the country
Haiqiu adjusted his robes.

Zhang Ping'an stood on his left hand and Bo Chen stood on his right.

There were several electric lamps upstairs, but the light was not very bright.

The villagers gathered around this limited open space and surrounded the altar.

At this time, more villagers were curious, curious about the layout of the scene, and curious about what was about to happen.

"Master Tian, ​​the villagers are ready, it's time to start!"

The old village chief spoke to Zhang Pingan loudly.

At this moment, the old village chief seems to have been looking forward to it for a long time to completely end the bad luck of Qingzhu Village.

Taoist priest Haiqiu felt a little nervous and glanced at Zhang Pingan.

Zhang Ping'an actually felt a little uneasy. After all, he didn't know what would happen after a while.

That time in Huangni Village, all the undead that appeared were within his expectations.

It also creates illusions, but they are undead spirits, which actually have a spiritual impact on people.

But it cannot cause substantial harm.

But this time is completely different. If two people fall into the illusion, there are also conscious humans around them.

But if it happens collectively, the whole village will fall into the illusion, and even three mages will enter the illusion together.

Zhang Ping'an couldn't predict what might happen.

"..."

Taoist Priest Haiqiu looked at Zhang Ping'an, waiting for the Heavenly Master to speak.

Since we have already planned to do it, and we have reached this point.

Zhang Pingan looked around the villagers. The faces of more than a hundred villagers were full of determination.

"Master Tian, ​​let's start!"

"Master Tian, ​​we believe in you!"

"Tianshi, the bad luck of Qingzhu Village has come to an end."

The past loneliness and helplessness are written all over the firm faces.

Under the oppressive and long shadow, people finally glimpsed a glimmer of light in the endless darkness.

As long as there is light, no one is willing to give up.

What's more, this concerns their descendants.

No one wants the next innocent person to be their own relatives or bloodline.

Spending your life in confusion, even though you can't escape the prosperous life.

But at least you can live a peaceful and healthy life.

Seeing countless pairs of firm eyes, Zhang Pingan sighed in his heart.

It's like a doctor who meets a patient with a tumor in his head.

If the operation is performed, it is a risk, and the patient may become a fool or even die during the operation.

Without this surgery, the patient would be alive.

There is just something growing in the head, which does not cause pain, but always reminds the patient.

This directly affects the quality of life. Living in the shadow of tumors all the time is a life without quality.

Doctors not only have to treat illnesses, but also psychologically redeem patients.

"let's start!"

Zhang Ping'an finally hesitated for a long time and nodded in agreement with Taoist Priest Haiqiu to start practicing methods to drive away bad luck from Qingzhu Village.

Candles were lit, incense burned, and paper burned.

In the light of the incandescent lamp, the light of the flame is added, imprinted on the longing faces.

At this moment, even the children and even the village dogs were extremely quiet.

They are all looking forward to the results they imagined.

Taoist priest Haiqiu started to practice and muttered something, but people couldn't understand it.

Only the last four words "Infinite Heavenly Lord" were heard.

"puff!"

Haiqiu blew out one breath, and the talisman in his hand instantly ignited.

Everyone saw that the talisman held by Priest Haiqiu in his right hand turned into ashes, and a thin layer of sweat broke out on Priest Haiqiu's forehead.

At a speed that was visible to the naked eye, Taoist Priest Haiqiu was sweating on his forehead.

Taoist Priest Haiqiu's eyes showed fear, and his hands trembled, as if he was fighting against something.

This scene is shocking.

The ashes turned into fingering talismans were blown into pieces by the night wind, then spun and rose.

Involuntarily, everyone's eyes stared at the talisman in the light, slowly rising.

"Don't stare at the ashes, don't stare at the ashes!" Zhang Ping'an also suddenly noticed that Taoist Priest Haiqiu's body was upright, his legs seemed to be bearing a thousand pounds of force, and his hands were also bearing huge strength.

The body and limbs were shaking.

Zhang Ping'an was horrified. He didn't expect the backlash to be so powerful.

"Don't look at the ashes, look at me."

Zhang Pingan shouted, but those present, even Bo Chen on the other side, seemed unable to hear Zhang Pingan's call.

"Bah..."

Zhang Ping'an roared, but he still couldn't stop what was about to happen.

"..."

Zhang Ping'an was stunned and couldn't help but glance at the rising ashes.

"Snapped."

It was like a sound made when a circuit was short-circuited. The moment Zhang Pingan looked at the ashes, a light flashed in front of his eyes.

The morning sun shines on the green Qingzhu Village.

The morning breeze blew a large piece of green bamboo on the back mountain, making a rustling sound of bamboo leaves rubbing against each other.

The lazy rooster sounded the late alarm.

The dogs in the village barked while playing.

A farmer carries a hoe on his shoulder, followed by a loyal yellow dog, patrolling his owner's crops on the stalks in the field.

The smoke curled up.

All this creates a beautiful rural scene in the morning.

Zhang Ping'an looked at this peaceful rural scene and smiled slightly. Fortunately, there was no scary scene.

It's just the peaceful Qingzhu Village, and the illusion is nothing more than that.

Zhang Pingan stood in front of the house, looking at everything he saw.

"Xiaoqiuzi!?"

"Bo Chen?!"

Zhang Pingan looked around and called out the names of Taoist Master Haiqiu and Bo Chen.

Zhang Ping'an had a clear mind. They were doing something in Qingzhu Village.

However, in front of a house, there were no hills, no Bochen, not even any villagers.

It's obviously night, how can it be a clear morning?

Zhang Pingan was distressed and had no choice but to look for it.

"Ms. Lin?"

"Brother Liu?"

Zhang Pingan shouted again, this time during the trip to Qingzhu Village.

Liu Yue and Lin Meng were still responsible for following the program of the Chinese Studies Tour, and as far as the eye could see, even the two of them disappeared.

Opposite is Li Meng's home.

The courtyard, which had not been lively for long, was very quiet.

Li Meng's house was filled with smoke, as if nothing had happened.

Zhang Ping'an stopped. The Qingzhu Village in front of him was still the same Qingzhu Village he saw when he came. There was no change.

Zhang Ping'an left a house and walked on a path in the fields. Opposite was Li Meng's house, and he had to go take a look.

"Brother Liu, how could this happen?"

What Lin Meng saw when he looked around was not a dark night, but a clear morning.

"What did you say?"

Liu Yue was carrying the camera and had no idea what Lin Meng was talking about?
"We originally performed in front of a house? Have you forgotten?"

Lin Meng looked at Liu Yue in shock, looking at Liu Yue like a fool.

"Are you sick?"

Liu Yue looked at Lin Meng in surprise, looking at Lin Meng as if he was a psycho.

Liu Yue and Lin Meng have been working together for a long time, and they have been photographing Zhang Pingan for many days, so they are considered familiar people.

But now, he suddenly became a stranger.

This shocked Lin Meng.

"Sure enough, it's an illusion."

Lin Meng murmured, she was sure that she was also in the illusion, but her memory and mind were clearer than Liu Yue's.

"I'm not sick, it's just that..."

Lin Meng responded shyly.

(End of this chapter)