Acting Quest: Pin Dao is really just an actor

Li Yan, who had been paying attention to Lu Chen's movements, sensed something was wrong, and subconsciously asked, "Daoist Lu discovered evil cultivators again?"

This sentence aroused the vigilance of Nan Huaiqin and Jin Cheng, and they cast their eyes on Lu Chen almost at the same time.

Lu Chen smiled apologetically, and slowly shook his head at the three of them: "It's a trivial matter in the poor Taoism."

The vigilance of the three eased a little, and Nan Huaiqin cast a questioning look at Lu Chen.

"Small things."

Lu Chen smiled helplessly: "But I still need to go back and deal with it."

Jin Cheng nodded: "Do you need to send the Taoist priest back?"

"Don't bother a few of you, it will be faster if you walk alone."

After finishing speaking, the young Taoist clasped his hands towards the three of them, and smiled apologetically, "The poor Taoist will take his leave first, and the three of you can come and taste a cup of camellia tea when you pass by Qingyao Mountain in the future."

Under the moonlight, several people said goodbye to each other.

The young Taoist turned around and walked away, covering a full hundred meters in one step, before disappearing into the night in an instant.

The three people who stayed behind stood in place, staring at the direction Lu Chen left, in a daze.

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Magic City.

The light curtain in the meditation hall was suddenly shattered by the sword light.

Sitting cross-legged on the ground, the haggard old monk Bai Yu swayed slightly, and a tide flashed across his bark-like face.

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Chapter 80 Laohuai: Isn’t it just shaking people? 【[-] in [-]】

The dim yellow candles in the Quiet Meditation Hall flickered and flickered along with the old monk's chaotic breath.

On the shrine in the distance is a statue of a god whose face cannot be seen clearly.

In front of the shrine, there were bright red organs in the plate that should have been filled with offering fruits...

On the left and right walls are rows of spiritual tablets written in cinnabar, and there is a brass incense burner in front of each tablet.

【Master Shangcheng and Xiaren passed away on the lotus position...】

Under the dim candlelight, one can vaguely recognize the monks' dharma names on the spiritual tablets.

There are a lot of incense ashes and incense feet piled up in the rustic brass censer, which is obviously worshiped from time to time.

Under the dim candlelight, the atmosphere in the whole meditation hall changed again and again.

After a while, the old monk Bai Yu slowly sat up straight, exhaled a long breath of foul air, and his complexion gradually eased a bit.

With the back of his hand that was as dry as bark, he wiped away the tiny trace of scarlet blood at the corner of his mouth.

Looking at the tablets on the walls on both sides, the old monk Furui Wubo showed a little apologetic smile on his face.

The old monk raised his hand slowly, and three incense sticks flew up in the air, and were firmly inserted in a brass incense burner, and the cigarette smoke gradually rose.

Seeing the smog enveloping, Bai Yu sighed softly, his eyes a little lonely: "Brother, you have passed away for three years, right?"

The haggard old monk smiled lightly, with a slightly lonely expression: "I failed to keep the incense for your lineage. This promise is my brother's renege."

In the quiet room, the loneliness lasted for a long time, and the haggard old monk kept talking to himself like this, looking at the tablet surrounded by cigarettes, just like looking at an old friend from the past, talking about the passage of time and the vicissitudes of the past century.

How long did the incense burn, the old monk said how long.

Until the last piece of incense ash was broken, the three burning incenses were slowly extinguished.

Only then did Bai Yu reluctantly stop talking, looking at the shrine in the distance and remembering the young Taoist priest in tattered Taoist robes just now, a smile flashed across Gu Jing Wubo's eyes for the first time.

Thinking for a while, the demon monk Bai Yu raised two fingers to tap the void.

As soon as the fingertip fell, the door of the quiet room was gently pushed open, and a slender light was thrown into it.

A tall and straight young man walked in slowly by the light, and after giving a deep salute to the old monk, he knelt down in front of the old monk, holding a book in both hands, dedicated it to Bai Yu, and said in a deep voice: " Master."

The young man was not a monk with shaved hair. He was tall and muscular, with medium-length hair combed behind his head, only a strand of hair was left on his forehead. gas.

The old monk took the book, glanced at the names one after another, and said calmly: "Notify all the congregants in Dameng City to transfer all the secret materials in advance, and there must be no omissions."

"Yes!"

The chilling man nodded his head heavily, but when his eyes inadvertently glanced at the blood remaining at the corner of the old monk's mouth, the man's expression was suddenly startled, and he said in surprise, "Master, this is you?!"

The old monk smiled indifferently: "It's okay, it's just a few moves of chess with a junior."

The chill man hesitated to speak, but he didn't know how to speak.

Bai Yu scanned through the pages of the list, and finally stopped his eyes on a row of names. The withered old monk handed out the list, his eyes flickering: "On this trip, you should go to Yushui first, and find out about this son's situation."

"If the situation is acceptable, I will give him the things I have given..." The old monk paused, and continued: "And tell him about the inheritance of the teacher."

"Yes!"

The chill man took the roster with both hands, looked at the names on it, his eyes were slightly surprised, but he still agreed in a deep voice.

"This trip, you are not only for him, but also always pay attention to the dynamics of Dameng City. If the remnants of Dameng's blood clan are in trouble, you also need to help them tide over the crisis."

The young man nodded.

Bai Yu looked up at the shrine in the distance, and continued: "This time you go to Yushui and pay attention to one person."

"Who?"

A murderous look flashed in the chilling man's eyes.

The corner of the old monk's mouth raised slightly, and he said lightly, "Lu Chen."

"Remember, don't go head-to-head with him, you just need to pay attention to his movements, and wait for the master to help that evil obstacle in the river to finish walking, and then go to Yushui to find him."

Although the demon monk Bai Yu's voice was light, his aura was completely different from before. The candlelight in front of the shrine in the distance kept flickering under the aura of the old monk.

The chilling man thought for a while, bent down and kowtowed to the ground: "Chu Sen respectfully obeys the master's order."

Bai Yu waved his hand: "Go down, I'm tired of being a teacher."