A master of comedy!

Chapter 10 Spirit Officer
Zhou Sheng is playing the role of Wang Lingguan at this moment.

Wang Lingguan, also known as Wang E, whose full title is "Primordial Chief General, Red-hearted Protector of the Dao, Three-Five Fire Chariot King, Heavenly Lord of Mighty Spirit Manifestation Heavenly Venerable", is a Taoist guardian mountain god!

Their status is roughly equivalent to that of Weituo in Buddhism; both are fierce and domineering deities who hate evil and cannot tolerate the slightest injustice.

In Journey to the West, the Great Sage overturned Laozi's furnace and charged towards the Lingxiao Palace. Just when he was unstoppable, he was stopped by Wang Lingguan, who was holding a golden whip.

The two fought to a draw.

Wang Lingguan's power was too great, so although Zhou Sheng could sing Lingguan opera, he never dared to formally play the role, fearing that he would not be able to handle it.

Only now that my skills have improved enough, do I dare to try it out, and even then, I only change the face mask without wearing costumes or armor, so I'm not fully immersed in the role.

Even so, the moment he played Wang Lingguan, the surrounding air seemed to become scorching hot, as if flames were burning fiercely.

Wang Lingguan is the God of Fire, and the Jade Pivot Heavenly Fire he wields is exceptionally powerful, capable of burning away all demons and evil spirits.

The Lingguan Finger in Taoism is also known as the Jade Pivot Fire Finger, which can invigorate Yang Fire and protect the body from evil.

For a moment, the vengeful ghost, filled with resentment and hatred, actually showed a hint of human fear.

"Outrageous! A temple dedicated to the righteous gods, how dare you commit violence!"

"I'll set you on fire, you monster!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhou Sheng felt an intense heat rising in his chest, as if an invisible fire was surging within him. His throat felt like it was filled with burning coals, and his skin turned red from the heat.

If he didn't spray it out soon, it felt like it would melt him in the next moment.

boom! !

A burst of raging flames erupted, like a ferocious fire dragon roaring towards the evil spirit.

The terrifyingly high temperature caused the candles around the room to melt.

The evil spirit let out a shrill scream, and a large amount of yin energy dissolved, making a sizzling sound.

It turned and fled toward General Silver Lock, like a wounded beast, trembling and cowering at the general's feet.

The flames dissipated automatically three feet in front of General Silver Lock.

Zhou Sheng felt a momentary daze, and everything around him returned to normal.

The statue of General Silver Lock still depicts him stepping on a demon, with the chains in his hands firmly bound to the neck of the stone demon.

However, a charred mark had appeared on the stone statue of the evil spirit, as if it had been scorched by flames.

Zhou Sheng raised his sleeve to remove the mask, revealing his true appearance.

He felt his mouth was dry and his forehead was covered in fine sweat, and he felt a sense of exhaustion from the inside out.

However, he was extremely excited.

Now he can indeed play the role of a spirit official. Although he has only been doing it for a short time, it is already a huge improvement!
That fire just now was no ordinary fire; it was worthy of being called a supernatural power.

"The tiger cub's teeth and claws are still sharp, its gleaming silver spear tip piercing the setting sun."

A theatrical performance began, singing lyrics from "Luo Cheng Calls for the Pass".

When Zhou Sheng turned around, he saw that City God Lu Bingyuan was standing behind him, smiling at him.

Lu Bingyuan really loves opera. Although his singing skills aren't amazing, they are still quite rare among ordinary people.

"Danshan, you are not like Huanhou, but more like a king who stands shoulder to shoulder with you. You are a young hero with courage, and your horse trampled through thirteen camps."

Zhou Sheng shook his head and said, "Lord Lu, you misunderstand. I had no intention of offending you. I just wanted to express my gratitude for the medicine before leaving Yangcheng."

"Moreover, Luo Cheng died at the age of twenty-three, while I am already twenty-one this year. Lord Lu, you can't praise me like that."

Seeing that the young man remained neither humble nor arrogant in front of him, and even dared to make sarcastic remarks, Lu Bingyuan was not angry at all. Instead, he nodded and smiled, "As expected of Yu Zhensheng's disciple, you are not short-tempered at all."

He paused, then looked Zhou Sheng up and down.

"I can't believe you actually dared to take that medicine."

Upon hearing this, Zhou Sheng's smile froze.

What do you mean?
So you didn't even know if the medicine was safe to take before you sent it to him? But when he saw the smile in the other person's eyes, he suddenly realized that Lord Lu was deliberately trying to scare him.

"I'm sure you came here not just to express your gratitude."

After exchanging pleasantries, Lu Bingyuan stopped beating around the bush and stared at Zhou Sheng with a calm gaze, like a deep pool.

"Lord Lu, you warned me, so I was determined not to get involved with Shen Jinhua, but later I realized some things."

"Oh? Tell me."

Lu Bingyuan leaned on his cane and listened quietly, but his expression became serious.

"This mica formula is too precious. Why did you give it to me? Just because of a lousy play?"

"As I said, it's out of respect for an old friend."

"It's not out of respect for old friends, but for them to see."

Zhou Sheng raised his eyes, his gaze brighter and clearer than ever before, his voice resounding and extremely firm.

"This prescription is specifically marked as incomplete, so you are certain that I would not dare to take it myself and would have to take it back to my master for review, and my master will surely understand the value of this prescription."

"So this prescription was originally given to my master."

Lu Bingyuan did not refute, but continued to ask, "Anything else?"

"The reason you gave this prescription to my master is because you hope he will come out of seclusion and take over the matter of Shen Jinhua!"

"This case is extremely complex, and the mastermind behind it is incredibly powerful. Even you are not entirely confident of winning, so you need my master's help."

“You know, Master will definitely not refuse after seeing the prescription, because… I…”

Zhou Sheng pointed to himself, a bitter smile on his face.

"If a ghost opera performer wants to fully complete his apprenticeship, he must pass through the gates of hell and perform ghost operas during the Ghost Festival. This is a rule that the ghost opera lineage has established from ancient times to the present."

"This hurdle is a matter of life and death."

"Although my master has a bad temper and a sharp tongue, I know that if he ever breaks his vow and returns to the martial world, it will be because of me, his good-for-nothing disciple."

"Therefore, it is impossible for a master not to be tempted by a prescription that can help his apprentice improve his cultivation and graduate alive in the Ghost Festival play."

A hint of surprise flashed in Lu Bingyuan's eyes, and he finally looked at the young man in front of him for the first time.

When they first met on stage, he only regarded the other party as a medium for communicating and trading with Yu Zhensheng, and did not take him seriously.

When he broke into the temple earlier, he discovered that the other party actually dared to take the medicine. Although he admired his courage, he felt that he was just a reckless and impulsive young man.

Although Luo Cheng was brave, he died young.

But now, as Zhou Sheng recounted everything he had planned, revealing it all, he realized that he didn't seem to truly understand this young man.

"good."

Lu Bingyuan gave him a deep look, a hint of emotion appearing in his aged voice.

“Ordinary sorcerers must face the gates of hell at the age of eighteen, but the reason you have been able to hold out until now is because of your master…”

"He used his life and the people below as collateral to guarantee your safety for three years!"

Zhou Sheng was shocked to hear this, as this was something he had never known before. His master had told him that a ghost opera performer would only pass through the gates of hell at the age of twenty-one and begin performing ghost operas during the Ghost Festival.

"What will happen to Master if I don't graduate alive?"

Zhou Sheng had a bad feeling.

Lu Bingyuan sighed softly.

"The temple is the Su Wu Temple, and the stele is the Li Ling Stele."

"If Yang Qilang is dead, how can Yang Linggong alone live on?"

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(End of this chapter)