Acting Quest: Pin Dao is really just an actor

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?"

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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?!"