Acting Quest: Pin Dao is really just an actor

Chapter 72 Lu Chen, Just an Ordinary Taoist Priest [3k for votes! 】

Inside the Qingyun Temple, a flash of thunder flashed, and the Gushanye Temple was quiet again.

"Well……"

The yellow dog lying on the side just raised his eyelids and glanced at it, feeling bored, so he lay down again.

Li Zheng, who disappeared, smashed his tongue: "Has she always been this brave?"

Lu Chen shook his head and smiled wryly, "You came here late at night just for this?"

The skinny young man nodded seriously, with a sincere and helpless expression: "The main reason is that she is too recalcitrant, so I persuaded her to leave..."

Although Li Zheng is not afraid of ghosts now, he still doesn't know anything about killing ghosts, so he had to come to Lu Chen.

Gather capital wool in the secret realm, and trap ghosts outside the secret realm.

The brain hole of a skinny boy can always surprise people inadvertently...

"come in."

Lu Chen laughed dumbfounded, turned and went back to the inner room.

Li Zheng looked at the place where the female ghost was standing before, and shrugged slightly: "I've already said, it's not safe for you to be alone..."

"The water in Yushui City is too deep, you can't handle it, ah ghost..."

After sighing for a long time, the young man followed Lu Chen into the inner room in a desperate manner.

……

In the quiet room, paper inkstones and Taoist scriptures to be transcribed are placed on the table, the charcoal fire for making tea is still rising, and the porcelain pot is steaming.

Although it was late at night, it was still a dusty scene.

Lu Chen stood in front of the paper and inkstone, holding the sleeve of the Taoist robe with one hand, and left a line of regular script in the other with a pen.

On the guest seat, there is a teacup and a folded yellow talisman.

"Shen Lu is still copying scriptures at this time?"

Walking into the quiet room, the skinny young man was a little surprised.

"Sit as you like."

Lu Chen smiled lightly and didn't answer directly. With the blessing of the Body Tempering Pill and the Inaction Sutra, he can be mentally clear with almost no need to rest.

Anyway, it's late at night and sleepless, so it's better to learn the handwriting by copying the scriptures. At any rate, I have to write the Yushui Chronicle on behalf of the Yushui City God. If the handwriting is too sloppy, it will lose its majesty.

As soon as he sat down, the gentle fragrance of tea rushed to Li Zheng's mouth and nose, and the thin boy's eyes flickered: "It smells so good."

Li Zheng was not too polite. He picked up the cup and took a sip. His face immediately became bright, and he asked in surprise, "God Lu, what kind of tea is this?"

"Requiem tea."

Lu Chen was still concentrating on transcribing the scriptures, and said with a light smile, "In case you encounter any ghosts and suffer from fright."

"How can it be, just her?"

Li Zheng drank the requiem tea in his cup, curled his lips carelessly: "It's even weaker than what we saw in the secret realm."

Seeing that Lu Chen had nothing to be cautious about, the skinny young man felt an inexplicable sense of intimacy. Although they hadn't known each other for a long time, they lived and died together in the secret place of the western suburbs. The weight is indescribable.

"Put that talisman on," Lu Chen said with a light smile, still holding the pen in his hand, and said with a light smile, "It will save you from having to worry about it late at night."

Li Zheng scratched his head and smiled a little embarrassedly.

"correct."

The young Taoist stopped the pen in his hand, looked up at the skinny boy, and said in doubt: "I see that your three souls and seven souls are all well, and your yang energy is also strong. How did you provoke this ghost?"

……

After sending the skinny boy out of Qingyun Temple, Lu Chen, who returned to the quiet room, was deep in thought.

Logically speaking, in Li Zheng's state, he shouldn't provoke Li Gui.

Fierce ghosts who get infected for no reason, fox demons pretending to be city gods...

Lu Chen had an illusion that now in Yushui City, the frequency of ghosts and ghosts appearing is getting higher and higher, and the momentum of monsters is getting more and more violent.

In the moment of contemplation, the Taiqing Wuwei Sutra in Lu Chen's body was still running, pulling the spiritual power above the Qingyun Temple into the dantian like a whirlpool, growing his cultivation.

Seeing the real vortex in front of him, the young Taoist suddenly returned to his senses, restraining the vortex of spiritual power entering his body, and his sky eyes loomed to take a panoramic view of the breath for several miles around.

Compared with going to the secret realm in the western suburbs, the spiritual power is obviously much stronger.

"Could it be..."

Lu Chen's eyes were brilliant, and he frowned and said, "Tianwei has increased his spiritual power?"

"Indirectly promoted the progress of spiritual power recovery?"

A moment later, the young Taoist priest with a dazed expression waved the sleeves of his tattered Taoist robe, holding the heavy Yushui Zhi in his hand.

The ancient book recording the change of Yu Shui automatically turned to a new page.

Holding the jade pen in his hand, Lu Chen's eyes were full of light, and the seal of the celestial master in his mind was faintly shining.

[In the summer of 2409 A.D., a secret realm appeared in the western suburbs of Yushui City. The ten thousand-year demon king emerged from the secret realm, and the Nine Sky Thunder Tribulation came to the world. After the majesty of the sky, the Yushui demon ghosts gradually increased...]

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The edge of the city.

A skinny young man with an amulet on his chest walked out of the dark night.

Qingyao Mountain is a bit remote, and it is basically impossible to get a taxi at this time. It takes more than 20 minutes to walk to the edge of the city.

But fortunately, Li Zheng wasn't afraid of ghosts and gods, and he was cultivated, so he just wandered around.

In a dark corner that the skinny boy just passed by, the figure of an old man flashed.

The old man was thin and old, with a hunched back, his hair combed back meticulously, and wearing a cotton coat printed with pine and crane patterns, his figure could be seen to be tight.

His face was livid, his exposed skin was covered with dark brown corpse spots, his eyes were pitch-black, without pupils and vitality, and there was an endless air of death.

The old ghost stared at the skinny young man with a dangerous glow on his chest, got into the taxi and walked away, his tense body was relieved.

The old ghost withdrew his gaze, and took out a thick stack of paper money from the pocket of his cotton-padded jacket, each of which was printed with a vivid bloody handprint.

Stains of blood continued to slide down the gaps between the fingerprints and splashed onto the ground.

The old ghost, tossing it casually, a wad of paper money flew out in the air and landed in hidden or obvious corners.

After the paper money fell to the ground, it turned into pieces of brand new cash at a speed visible to the naked eye, lying quietly on the ground...

The old ghost looked at the brand-new cash, with a piercing smile on the corner of his mouth, and his voice was extremely hoarse:

"Take my money and give me back my life..."

Amid the hoarse laughter, the hunchbacked old ghost gradually disappeared.

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private hospital.

Yimuwu hid in the dark corner of the flower pond, and the head ghost secretly stretched out his single eye, watching the skinny young man with a glowing chest enter the hospital hall, and the five ghosts dared to breathe.

"This guy's smell is getting worse and worse."

The head ghost let out a long breath, his big eyes shaking a little.

"Yes."

"What should I do?!"

"Go and inform the adults!"

"Row!"

"Go, go, go!"

……

A few ghosts whispered, and under the leadership of the head ghost, they floated towards the row of abandoned basements behind the hospital.

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As the night dissipates, the golden sun rises in the east.

Yushui City Special Operations Group.

"Lu Chen didn't hide anything?"

Nan Huaiqin put down the report card he was working on, and asked with a frown.

"No." Ling Liner shook her head lightly.

The sixtieth old man leaned back on the chair and slowly closed his eyes.

This answer was expected by the old man.

Nan Huaiqin must be able to reach the current height in a huge city, and his knowledge must be beyond ordinary people, but even though the old man has seen so many arrogant and handsome men, only Lu Chen can do it.

To be honest, Lu Chen's appearance has overturned his understanding of spiritual power recovery.

This young man is too mysterious.

Everything he showed was equally mysterious.

Nan Huaiqin even had some illusions.

Perhaps, those things that only live in legends are not far from people...

"How is Shen Ran?" Nan Huaiqin asked again.

"Already set off."

Ling Liner looked at the latest information in her hand: "According to the news sent back from the front, the situation in the mountains this time may be a bit tricky."

"Demon, another demon."

Nan Huaiqin's eyes were still closed, rubbing the bridge of his nose, and his face was slightly gloomy.

After a long while, the sixty-year-old man suddenly opened his eyes, and his eyes were shining brightly: "Notify all members of the special operations team and non-staff members in the city to do their best to track down the information that Lu Chen wants, and report to me in time if they find anything!"

"Yes!"

Several people at the table straightened their backs and answered in unison.

After the unison, the camouflaged man hesitated and said: "Team leader, the monk Lu Chen mentioned is similar to the white-feathered demon monk who betrayed Buddhism 15 years ago..."

Nan Huaiqin slightly raised his head, frowning: "Monk, Bai Yu?"

The old man in sixty years was stunned, Ling Lin'er pressed the communicator next to her ear, and said several times in a row.

For a moment, the iceberg girl's face turned cold, and her voice was low: "Teacher, it's an interview with the higher-level security department."

interview...

In an instant, the eyes of the entire office were shocked at the same time.

……

Sunset and moonlight, sun rises and moon rests.

Three to five days passed with a snap of the fingers.

The Qingyun Temple of Gushan Yeguan is also gradually on the right track.

Under the propaganda of Mrs. Ma and other enthusiastic pilgrims, several unwritten rules spread around.

No incense, no merit boxes, no tokens...

In a word, indifferent to money.

Whether it's incense sticks or hexagrams, Guanzhu Lu doesn't take any money, but only speaks because of fate.

Between coming and going, the incense in Qingyun Temple became more prosperous, and Lu Chen had less to worry about.

Especially after the arrival of the yellow dog, the whole Qingyun temple has been organized a lot.

For some corners that the old Huai couldn't take care of, the yellow dog would naturally relieve Lu Chen's worries, and it also saved the young Taoist a lot of hands and feet.

Suddenly, Lu Chen had an illusion.

I feel like I'm just an ordinary priest.

It's just guarding a wild view, planting an old locust tree, and raising a dog.

Welcome pilgrims from all over the world during the day, and record the changes in the world at night.

That's it.

……

The sun is setting in the western frontier.

The mountain pilgrims gradually receded.

Lu Chen sorted out all the things in the temple, the branches of the old locust tree and the yellow dog one after the other kept up the noise in the courtyard, and chasing them in the temple was also a pleasure.

Arranging the incense feet in the incense burner, the young Taoist priest was attracted by the red color on the side of the futon.

After removing the futon, more than a dozen brightly colored hundred-yuan cash pieces were scattered all over the place.

Lu Chen had no choice but to smile bitterly. In order not to talk about money, he also took away the merit box that no one cared about.

Most of the pilgrims put money in the merit box for the resident Taoist priests in Guanli. The most important thing is the heart, not the amount of money.

Lu Chen's current state of mind doesn't care about these things, so he simply withdrew.

The helpless young Taoist collected the cash. Although he said he would not accept it, he could not be so scattered.

But as soon as the cash was in his hand, Lu Chen's eyes suddenly changed.

Looking down, the bright cash in his hand kept pale and thin.

Finally turned into a wad of paper money.

There are also scarlet palm prints printed on it...

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Yanzu, give me Degang a face, please give me a recommendation ticket (with teary eyes)
　Thanks to the boss of [Moying Changan] for the 1666 reward (by the way, the name of my boss Fusu has changed more and more artistically), thank you!

　　Thank you [Ye Yu:] boss for the reward!
　　Thank you parents for your support!

　　Let's get a ticket (poor.jpg)

　　
　
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