Acting Quest: Pin Dao is really just an actor

Chapter 89 Underground Palace
The night is dark and the mountain breeze is blowing.

Qingyao Mountain.

The yellow dog put the wooden mountain gate on its head and closed the mountain gate, and the last hustle and bustle was swept away by Laohuai, and the whole Qingyun Temple finally became quiet.

under the porch.

Lu Chen and Qinghan stood side by side, looked at the red fox who had not woken up after five days of sleep, and smiled helplessly.

"This little guy is a blessing in disguise."

The young Taoist smiled lightly. This red fox is similar to a yellow dog. It was originally a spiritual creature with a certain amount of thinking. Now it has been nourished by spiritual power after running away, and it has been contaminated with some Taoist incense in Qingyun Temple. Spirit root.

After opening up the spiritual root, you can understand the pros and cons, understand good and evil, and accumulate the essence of the world and start to practice slowly.

If one succeeds in cultivation, one can improve one's cultivation base and hope to refine the crossbone between the throats.

At that time, I will be able to speak out.

Transforming from a beast to a demon is not all evil.

It's just that there is a distinction between good and evil.

For beasts, being able to transform into a demon is a rare opportunity, but how to go after becoming a demon depends on oneself.

Qinghan casually rolled up her hair around her ear, smiled without saying a word.

Over the past few days, the state of the woman in red has recovered a lot, and her spirit has become more solid.

Next, as long as he can find a few body-shaping objects, Lu Chen can reshape her demon body and help her Nirvana.

Lu Chen, who was thinking about traveling, suddenly had a flash of inspiration.

During this period of time, both the cultivation base and the incense of Guan Nei have been on the right track, and a lot of world merits have been accumulated. It is time to replace some alchemy methods.

For Taoism, alchemy has been an important part since ancient times.

After this period of time, the compatibility of the characters has almost reached its peak, and Lu Chen can't figure out how to improve it next.

This alchemy is a good way.

Furthermore, seeing that there are more and more creatures in the temple, the yellow dog and the old Huai are both of good character, so it is not common to rely on formations alone.

Now that the pace of spiritual power recovery is getting tighter and tighter, no one knows what will happen to this world in the future.

Maybe those prehistoric beasts that have disappeared for thousands of years may reappear at some point, or the gods and Buddhas in the sky will quietly recover inadvertently.

These were all things that Lu Chen did not expect.

In the vastness of Shenzhou, Lu Chen may not always stay in Yushui, and making some preparations should also be included in the plan.

……

under the porch.

The red fox, who was breathing evenly, trembled slightly, and slowly raised its eyelids.

"Wang!"

The yellow dog that had been leaning against Lu Chen's leg with a worried face barked, awakening the young Taoist's thoughts away.

The yellow dog approached the red fox god excitedly, and looked at the red fox's state curiously.

Seeing the two strangers and the yellow dog so close, the red fox turned up in a jerk, put his limbs on the ground, and bared his teeth fiercely at them.

Not waiting for Lu and Chen to react.

"Whoosh!"

There was a sudden sound of breaking through the air, and a slender branch of the old locust tree outside the courtyard came through the air, completely entangled the red fox from the neck down.

The red fox like a cylinder stood on the ground, unable to move, and its eyes gradually became clear.

The smiling eyes seemed to say: I admit that my voice was a bit loud just now.

Old Huai scratched the crown of the tree in embarrassment outside the courtyard, with an air of thankfulness that I was there.

"roll."

Seeing Lao Huai's virtue, Lu Chen was both angry and happy, and cursed with a smile, and then Lao Huai took back the branches in a gloomy way.

The yellow dog squatted beside Lu Chen, staring at the night sky sideways with its dark eyes, acting like it had nothing to do with itself.

"Hey, you guys..."

The young Taoist looked at the tree and the dog, and sighed helplessly.

The red fox who was out of bondage didn't dare to move any more, bent down and lay down on the ground, his hair and ears fell down extremely smoothly, peeking at the young woman in front of him, his body trembling slightly.

"Don't be afraid."

Qinghan, who was amused by the tree and dog, couldn't help but smile and spoke slowly, his voice was like silver beads falling on a jade plate, and it was mellow and pleasant.

Under the crisp voice, the red fox's body gradually stopped trembling, and stared blankly at the woman in red in front of him.

The smiling red-clothed figure moved slowly, and the jade-like palm lightly brushed the top of the red fox's head, and the red light bloomed slightly all over his body.

In the red glow, the red fox's eyes gradually changed from frightened to soft, slowly got up, rubbed the woman's palm with his forehead affectionately, and his posture gradually became lively.

Although Qinghan is of the blood of the prehistoric people, they are all of the beast race.

The aura among the same clan can easily appease the wise red fox, telling it that there is no danger here.

The woman in red leaning over to hold the red fox in her arms exchanged glances with Lu Chen, and the young Taoist nodded slightly.

Only then did Qinghan stroke the fur of the red fox with her fingertips, and the red light bloomed slightly all over her body.

For a moment, the red fox lying in the woman's arms slowly raised its head and looked to the southwest.

Lu Chen raised his eyebrows slightly, and asked softly, "Any news?"

"Ah."

The red-clothed woman nodded her head slightly, stood up slowly, and looked in the direction the red fox was staring, her star-like eyes flickering slightly.

"You two guard the mountain gate, don't mess around."

Under the night, Lu Chen dropped a word and disappeared into Qingyun Temple at the same time as the woman in red, leaving the helpless yellow dog and Lao Huai looking at each other speechlessly.

Outside the clear clouds, Laohuai spread his hands, and the leaves in the canopy made up a question mark (Did I mess around?)

The yellow dog raised and lowered his brows and looked up and down at the old tree who was full of doubts.

Then shook his head helplessly and left, got up and stuck the latch on the mountain gate, turned around and entered the inner hall.

Only the old pagoda tree with its hands outstretched was left messy in the wind.

-

Yushui City Special Operations Group.

Late at night, the lights in the team leader's office were still on.

Nan Huaiqin was sitting behind the desk, rubbing his temples constantly, his face was a little ugly.

"Damen still has no clues about the murderer?"

Ling Liner asked in a low voice.

The sixty-year-old old man nodded slowly, and sighed, "Only one military satellite camera captured an extremely blurred profile of the murderer, and the rest were helpless."

Said, Nan Huaiqin pushed a photo in front of the girl: "This person seems to have disappeared out of thin air, without any information, without any clues, and now it is even unknown whether he is in Dameng."

Ling Liner looked at the scar on the man's side face in the photo, and frowned slightly: "Teacher, what should we do next?"

The sixtieth old man slowly raised his head, and sighed softly: "The superior is going to send a new master to Dameng to take over all the work, and Yushui should be the next one."

"Feather water?"

The iceberg girl asked in a low voice, "Why?"

Nan Huaiqin didn't answer, but just looked out of the window in a daze.

In fact, these answers are already clear in Ling Liner's mind.

After the last interview, whether it was the secret place in the western suburbs or Lu Chen.

The superiors have already expressed dissatisfaction with the work of the Yushui special operations team. The cult that was wiped out in Yushui this time came from Dameng itself. Now the position of the teacher as the leader of the operation team is very difficult.

Ling Lin'er's face was a little ugly, she hesitated to say: "Teacher, then you..."

Looking at the night outside the window, the sixtieth old man slowly shook his head: "I don't care."

"It doesn't matter where I throw an old bone."

"only……"

Nan Huaiqin slowly raised his head, leaning on the back of the chair, his vicissitudes eyes filled with worry: "If this person really appears as Yu Shui, what will the people do?"

……

In the middle of the night, the outer suburbs of Yushui City were extremely quiet.

Under the night, a young man in a black hoodie walked down the valley step by step, followed by seven bouncing paper figurines carrying the soul of a struggling man. The smiles and expressions of the paper figurines were extremely strange.

When you get here, basically even if you leave Yushui City, there is still a lot of distance from the next village.

The mountainous land here is not conducive to the growth of crops, and there are no places with outstanding scenery. Over time, it will be reduced to a wasteland.

There were gravel and weeds everywhere, and Meng An shuttled among the tall and short weeds at an extremely fast speed.

The deeper you go, the quieter the front is.

At the end, only the sound of Meng An's footsteps echoed in the shallow valley.

The vigilant Meng An looked around, and after confirming that everything was safe, a green will-o'-the-wisp ignited in the palm of his right hand, and the fire lit up the surrounding valleys, revealing mottled rocks.

The mountain rocks have been incomparably mottled under the erosion of the years, and a little touch will shatter a lot of gravel and fall down.

The pictures in Meng An's mind kept changing, and finally stopped in a memory that did not belong to him.

Following the route in his memory, the young man continued to grope on the mottled rocks by the light of the fire, and finally found a very shallow mark on a piece of broken rock that had been damaged beyond recognition.

This mark is very high from the ground, and it is in the crevice of the stone, so ordinary people can't find it at all.

Meng An looked back at the gossip paper man and man's soul waiting behind him, and smiled evilly.

Cut the fingertips with gravel, and carefully smear the blood all over the trace.

Under the darkness of night, a strange scene suddenly appeared.

The blood left by the young man's fingertips was swallowed up by the stone marks.

A pattern emerged on the rock wall, flickering in the night and shining extremely dazzlingly.

Seeing the strange scene that happened suddenly, the third child's soul struggled violently, but Meng An's limbs were all locked by spiritual power, so it was useless for the third child to struggle.

Meng An smiled sinisterly, raised his legs and stepped into the light curtain, the jade pendant on his waist kept shining.

The seven cinnabar paper figures also followed Meng An's footsteps and disappeared into the stone wall of the valley.

After a breath, the pattern on the stone wall of the valley slowly dimmed, floating on the stone wall, almost blending with the moonlight.

……

After groping in the dark for an unknown amount of time, Meng An only felt that the black curtain in front of him suddenly shattered like glass.

A burst of strong light came in response to the sound, as if facing the golden sun, making people unable to open their eyes.

Meng An subconsciously blocked his eyes, and the seven paper figurines hid behind the young man tremblingly like frightened rabbits.

After a few breaths, the young man gradually got used to the strong light, and Meng An was stunned by the scene in front of him.

In the distance, there is a vast underground palace with a length of more than ten kilometers.

At this moment, the reddish-brown fire was shining, bright as day, and the air was filled with waves of scorching tingling.

Looking around, there are protruding blue hills, like sharp swords, piercing out from the ground and lying on the ground.

Every hill is engraved with complicated patterns.

Or birds, or animals, or flowers and birds, or landscapes.

They are all different and grotesque.

Meng An seemed to be able to name everything, but everything was beyond the young man's cognition.

The end of the hill.

There is a round bluestone deep pool, and a deep pool that emits raging heat waves.

The bluestone road slabs that cannot tell the age are engraved with complicated characters, and strong heat waves rise from the traces of each character.

Occasionally, there would be a trace of blue-purple sparks in the gap between bluestone and bluestone.

Everywhere in the bluestone round pool exudes a suffocating burning feeling.

In the center of the deep pool, there is a high platform.

On the high platform is a huge green egg.

The dome is exposed to the heat waves, as if it can breathe, and the light and shade echo each other.

Every time the light and dark alternate, there will be a deep howling sound, making the heat wave in the entire round pool even more turbulent.

Meng An looked at the giant egg in the round platform, licked his lips that were dry and wrinkled due to the heat, with an extremely excited expression.

"This day has finally come."

Meng An moved his fingers slightly, and seven paper figurines with cinnabar-dotted pupils carried the man's soul and jumped to the front of the man, kneeling down together.

On the shoulder of the paper man, the illusory man's soul was completely stunned by the scene in front of him. He stared at Meng An in front of him, his body trembling constantly.

Meng An waved his hand to remove the seal on the third child's throat.

The flesh on the third child's face was trembling constantly, and his eyes were extremely panicked: "Young master, young master, the third child has worked hard for so many years without merit, young master, please let me go!"

"Third son, how could I forget your contribution?"

The young man shook his head slowly, and said with a sneer: "Master, I want to ask you something today, are you sincere to me?"

"you--!"

The third child's face changed instantly. Although he knew what would happen next, he watched Meng An transform his body into his image and leave it in the hotel, and then brought his soul here. How could it end well? !
The burly man gritted his teeth and glared, "Meng An, you...!!"

Meng An didn't want to hear the roar of the burly man before he died, so he flicked his fingers between the man's eyebrows, and the eyes of the third child who was about to yell suddenly lost their expression.

The soul of the burly man turned into a paper doll at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Looking at the gradually changing paper figurines, Meng An sneered coldly: "Slave dog, shouldn't it be your job to help the master achieve great things?"

For a moment, a vivid paper man stood in front of the young man.

The jade pendant on Meng An's waist swayed slightly, and a sedan chair made of white paper was placed on the spot, complete with suona and flags.

"Go, please come out with the baby."

The young man raised his hand slightly.

The eight paper figurines bowed at the same time, lifted the white paper sedan chair and walked forward.

All of a sudden, the sound of suona in the underground palace continued, which was extremely strange.

Seeing the eight paper figurines stepping into the round pool, the paper figurines did not burn to ashes in the dark blue fire that filled the pool, the young man let out a sigh of relief.

Watching the paper figurine go further and further away, Meng An's eyes became more and more strange.

……

Under the night, the air in the wilderness was rippling, revealing two handsome figures.

The man carries a long sword on his back, and the woman embraces a red fox. Under the moonlight, the two people's appearance is extremely beautiful in the world.

The light in Lu Chen's eyes gradually dissipated, looking at the deep cave in front of him, his sword eyebrows were slightly trembling.

"upbraid!"

The red fox in the arms of the woman in red let out a low cry, and jumped down into Qinghan's arms alone.

Squatting at the entrance of the cave, licking his paws, he looked back at the two of them.

(End of this chapter)