Acting Quest: Pin Dao is really just an actor

Chapter 118 The Evil Forces of Qingyun Temple【Two in One】

As the ghost shadow opened his eyes, the originally extremely dark underground warehouse gradually lit up with a dark green light.

The light is like a long rope, gradually dispelling all the darkness.

With the help of the dark green light, this can be seen clearly...

This underground warehouse is full of all kinds of ghosts.

There are headless ghosts with missing limbs and legs, sick ghosts covered in acne and pus and blood, and poison ghosts whose stomachs are so high that they are about to explode.

Yimuwu, who has been wandering around in every corner of the hospital, picking the living people who are neither good nor evil, are also among them.

Looking around, there are all kinds of monsters, hideous and terrifying.

This was originally an underground warehouse on the site of an old private hospital. It was used to store medicines decades ago. Later, with the expansion of the hospital, the underground warehouse was converted into a mortuary.

I don't know if it's because of the overcast qi or what's going on, there are always rumors of ghosts in this mortuary, and several years ago, the security guards frightened several people to death.

Just at that time, the scale of the hospital was gradually increasing, and the surrounding land was taken down, so the underground warehouse was completely abandoned. As time went by, no one inside or outside the hospital knew about this matter, and no one paid attention to the abandonment. The warehouse is gone.

This place is located in the yin vein, and the yin qi from the dead bodies was not properly settled, so it became a gathering place for ghosts.

And the core of the underground warehouse is the pitch-black ghost that is completely shrouded in black mist.

The black mist around the ghost gradually dissipated, revealing a permeable ancient official uniform.

The ghost officer sat in the middle, flanked by tall armored ghost soldiers holding iron chains and locksticks, each with hollow eyes and young fangs.

And where the ghost officer's hand was hanging down, on a large ebony chair, there was a broken wooden sign. The wooden sign was ignited into a raging flame, and the wooden sign was burned up in an instant.

Black smoke rose, and the atmosphere in the entire abandoned warehouse suddenly became low.

All the ghosts didn't dare to make any further moves, and secretly cast their gazes at the ghost officer. They didn't dare to look straight in the face, but they were also worried that they wouldn't be able to know what happened to the lord in the first place.

All the black mist on the ghost official's body dissipated, revealing Lushan's true face.

If it wasn't for the fact that the eyes were completely dark, and the pupils could not be distinguished, all the rest of the face was almost the same as that of a living person, without any bruising or stiffness like a corpse, the skin still had luster and elasticity, and even the expression was lifelike.

The ghost officer stared at the ashes of the wooden plaque on the big black sandalwood chair with a gloomy expression.

The ghost officer raised his head and looked around at the ghost soldiers as if he was screening them. There was no joy or anger on his face, which was no different from that of a living person, only endless depression.

As soon as the ghost officer looked at them, all the ghost soldiers lowered their heads, for fear of causing any disaster.

The ghost officer remained silent, and the atmosphere in the entire abandoned warehouse dropped to the lowest level.

After a long time, the ghost officer withdrew his gaze and silently calculated the power in his hand.

Guiguan, formerly known as Hua Jinlin, is a counselor under the command of Prince Qi.

In the 27th year of Pinglin, when Prince Qing Li Qi raised his troops for rebellion, he served under Prince Qing's command. He accompanied the prince in the southern and northern wars and fought all the way to Yushui County. Seeing that Yushui was about to be broken, the imperial court's reinforcements arrived.

Prince Qing fell short and was cut to death. The rebel army was also defeated, and all civil servants and generals including him were killed.

After His Highness woke up many years ago, in order to restore his strength in time, he sent a series of confidantes to live in the original counties and counties, in order to recruit ghost soldiers wantonly and absorb Yin Qi to replenish their strength in time.

But time has passed, and the original counties have disappeared, and the original traces can no longer be found.

After several selections, Hua Jinlin found that this place has the most yin energy. The ghost who just turned into a ghost found out that this place is the same as the medical center in the Pinglin period. Casualties here are like eating and drinking. said.

Hua Jinlin set up the county government here.

Send messengers to inspect the hospital every day, and bring all the souls who have just died here. Those who follow will be marked with a flag order to enlist in the army. Dedicated to His Majesty.

When King Qing dispatched them, he supported each other with one piece of literature and one military force, in order to quickly organize the army and reunite the strength of the rebel army.

And the burnt wooden plaque on the big black sandalwood chair was the soul token of the general guarding with him, it had been completely burned by the unknown flame, not even a trace of breath escaped!
The more he thought about it, the more ugly Hua Jinlin's face became.

Now he is still in control of the situation, but no matter what the reason is, His Highness's wrath will inevitably affect him. Seeing that His Highness's birthday is approaching, without a great general, His Highness will definitely be furious.

Hua Jinlin followed King Qing all his life, and he understood King Qing's temperament best.

Prince Qing is stern and selfless.

Whether it is a confidant or a relative, as long as His Highness's great cause is delayed, he will definitely be punished, and no one has any shame.

The more he thought about it, the more uneasy Hua Jinlin felt.

Looking up at the hundreds of wooden barrels exuding a dark atmosphere on the opposite side, Hua Jinlin's eyes wandered.

That is the yin energy accumulated for His Highness's birthday, and it will be presented in time every year on His Highness's birthday.

Looking at a series of wooden barrels, Hua Jinlin, the ghost county magistrate in official clothes, thought and thought, cleared his throat, raised his head and called out, "Left and right."

"exist!"

The guards on the left and right holding iron chain lock sticks gave a low shout, took a heavy step forward, and turned to Hua Jinlin, with a terrifying reputation.

"Order to go on, order all the registered ghost soldiers to collect a large amount of dead energy, Yin energy and living energy."

Hua Jinlin took out a piece of wooden stick casually, and threw it on the ground just like an arrow drawn in Pinglin years.

One of the leading ghosts bent down to pick up the wooden stick, saluted again, and said in a low voice, "my lord, from my humble opinion, it is not necessary to use all the ghosts in the hospital."

Hua Jinlin stood up slowly, with firm eyes: "Not only this hospital, but also all the dead and dark qi within a radius of ten miles around this hospital. Don't neglect it, don't leave it behind, you know?"

"promise!"

The messenger agreed heavily, turned around and left with the command arrow in his hand, the ghost soldiers who had been standing in the copper row set off one after another, followed the messenger, and walked to both sides of the abandoned warehouse.

Seeing the ghost messenger dispatched, Hua Jinlin's face eased a lot, and he sat back on his official chair, the mood of the ghost county magistrate gradually calmed down.

Today's Highness urgently needs to expand his strength. Every ghost general cherishes it very much. If he wants to escape from it, he must enshrine the Yin Qi that satisfies His Highness to make up for the loss of the ghost general. escape from this disaster.

That's why Hua Jinlin, who was extremely cautious both during his life and after his death, had no choice but to act dangerously. He suppressed a large amount of yin and death energy and presented it as a birthday present, so that His Highness would not be outraged.

Since ancient times, accompanying a king is like accompanying a tiger. As a counselor, how could Hua Jinlin not know.

After a stick of incense, the ghosts in the abandoned warehouse, which were densely packed, were almost empty, and thousands of ghosts scattered around the hospital.

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Qingyao Mountain.

In the shade behind the mountain is a lush forest.

Under an extremely tall and straight pine tree, a low grave was erected.

There is no stele on the grave, only an open jar of white wine.

Not far from the tomb, there is a bean field surrounded by a fence. The bean field is lush, and the pods are particularly thick.

That was Lu Chen's preparations for turning beans into soldiers.

As one of Tiangang's 36 supernatural powers, Sprinkling Beans into Soldiers is extremely powerful when used properly, and it can also prevent Lu Chen from being too evil and messy.

Ever since he inherited the supernatural powers of Tiangang, Lu Chen has been preparing the bean field. The bean fruit used to spread beans into soldiers is different from ordinary bean fruit. It needs to be carefully cultivated and planted with divine power when it germinates, so that it will have such a magical effect.

Under the nourishment of divine power and Taoist incense, the beans and fruits have matured in just a few days.

Just waiting for Lu Chen to pick and refine them, they can be transformed into golden armored soldiers.

In front of the tomb, Lu Chen stood with his hands behind his back, looking at the new tomb, silent.

Now that he has agreed to this promise, Lu Chen must keep his promise.

If it was other evil cultivators, Lu Chen would definitely not do this easily.

Compared with other evil cultivators, Chu Sen is more like a pure warrior.

Although he kills people like hemp and has a lot of blood debts in his hands, he does not use human souls and flesh and blood as resources for cultivation, which is the difference from those people.

Lu Chen pointed lightly, and the wine jars on the tomb slowly floated up, filling a circle around the tomb.

"According to your request, this is the tallest Jinsong on my mountain."

The last drop of wine dripped from the wine jar, Lu Chen said softly: "This is a good resting place, you can sleep forever here."

As soon as the words fell, Lu Chen's eyebrows frowned.

Turning his head and looking, there was a tabby cat half-hidden in the shadows under the bushes a hundred meters away, watching Lu Chen secretly.

Seeing Lu Chen turn his head, Huamao was visibly startled, and was about to run away.

But just after two steps, Huamao felt that he couldn't run anymore, as if he was suddenly enveloped by some breath, and couldn't take a step forward at all.

Lu Chen hooked his hand slightly, and the cat flew towards it quickly, and was held in the hands of the young Taoist priest.

The flower cat kept struggling in Lu Chen's hands, but no matter how hard it struggled, it couldn't shake the big hands that looked like iron pincers.

"Who asked you to come?"

With the release of an electric current from the fingertips, Huamao's muscles instantly became tense and hard, unable to move.

The flower cat looked at Lu Chen in horror, and meowed a few times.

This is just an ordinary bird that has opened up its intelligence, and it does not have demon power at all. It is worse than the yellow dog in Qingyun Temple, and it has not reached the level of refining the bones to speak human words.

It was also because of this that it was able to get so close to Lu Chen.

Today's Lu Chen is not what it used to be.

If there are spirits with demon power in their bodies, as long as they are within half a mile of Lu Chen, they will not be able to escape Lu Chen's six senses.

Watching the cat faltering for a long time, Lu Chen was still not sure what the cat meant. There was no way of taming animals in the Taoist tradition, and he couldn't understand the answer of this ordinary intelligent bird.

Lu Chen thought for a while, and forgot to glance at the lonely tomb without a stele. There was a ripple in the space behind him. The next moment, the figure of the young Taoist priest suddenly disappeared in place.

……

Clear Cloud View.

Compared with Lu Chen, who was battered among the pilgrims, Qing Han was obviously more relaxed.

A group of pilgrims were in order, and they all praised the new Taoist leader as an extraordinary person.

Under the cover-up, the Qinghan that the pilgrims saw was nothing more than a little Taoist priest with red lips and white teeth, not the beautiful woman in red.

In the distance, some tired yellow dogs squatted in the corner.

The british blue cat in the form of Qiongqi sneaked up to the yellow dog, suppressing his footsteps and breath very lightly, with a malicious expression on his face.

His voice was extremely low, but the rustling of the leaves outside continued.

The blue cat, who had been silent all the time, was afraid of being spoiled by the locust tree spirit, so he turned his head and glared at Laohuai angrily.

The old pagoda tree, who is afraid of power, is extremely honest. The branches and leaves swaying in the wind stopped instantly, and the crown of the tree trembled, as if smiling awkwardly but not politely.

Ignoring Lao Huai any more, taking advantage of the brief silence, the British short-haired blue cat jumped up and jumped on the yellow dog's head in one fell swoop.

Lying on the softest hair on the yellow dog's head, he looked like he was showing off his might after a big victory.

Ever since he successfully conquered Laohuai, the yellow dog has become Qiongqi's next target.

According to Qiongqi's thinking, he can't beat Lu Chen up and down, and can't bully them two little spirits?

No matter what, it is necessary to dominate the Qingyun Temple among the three of them.

pity……

The yellow dog didn't show his face at all.

Well, including this time.

The blue cat just lay down when a dog's paw ruthlessly lifted up and slapped the blue cat off the top of its head.

The weightless blue cat only felt a blur in front of his eyes, and when he opened his eyes, he had already appeared in the inner hall, and Lu Chen was sitting cross-legged opposite.

"Can you stop doing this next time, I don't want to lose face?"

The blue cat, who was upset at the failure of the plan, glanced at Lu Chen angrily, sat on the ground with his legs crossed, and said impatiently, "What's the matter?"

"Listen to what it says."

As he spoke, Lu Chen brought the muscular cat to Qiongqi.

After sweeping the first underground cat, Qiongqi curled his lips with a disdainful look on his face: "This deity is a great villain in ancient times, and it is worthy of talking to this deity when it speaks to wild animals in the mountains!"

"Ok?"

Lu Chen's cold eyes followed like a shadow, covering the British short blue cat.

"I, it's nothing to say a word or two now and then..."

Feeling Lu Chen's gaze, the blue cat's aura suddenly collapsed, shrinking its neck and changing its mouth.

"Snapped!"

Qiongqi vented all the anger accumulated from Huang Quan and Lu Chen on Huamao, slapped Huamao, grinned and asked, "Speak!"

"Meow..."

Huamao is a bit more cowardly when facing Qiongqi than when facing Lu Chen.

……

After a while, the Qingyun Guanjing room gradually became quiet.

Huamao and Qiongqi didn't speak, they just looked at the young Taoist priest quietly.

Lu Chen sat cross-legged on the ground, stroking the hem of his clothes with his fingers, looking at the sky outside the door, Dan Feng narrowed his eyes slightly, with an inexplicable smile on his mouth, muttering to himself: "Bone Demon King?"

Seeing Lu Chen's expression, Qiongqi's British short-haired blue cat shivered subconsciously.

……

The sky gradually dimmed, and the city machines that had been running for a day gradually began to rest.

It's night, on the outskirts of Yusui City.

Li Zheng, who was singing an unknown tune, walked in the night, towards the private hospital in the distance, kicking casually, as if he was in a good mood.

Behind the skinny boy, under the shade of a dense tree, a ghost figure with only half of its head stuck out, looking at the boy's back, subconsciously licked his tongue.

(End of this chapter)