Infinite Throne

The old Taoist priest was from the Tianshi Sect, and his Taoist name was Yanxu. He asked again:

"You mentioned Song Qing when you were talking. Have you seen him?"

In fact, he was not very worried about the whereabouts of his little disciple. He was still alive. The first hexagram he calculated was good luck, so there was no worry about his life. It was a good opportunity for him to gain some experience. Recently, he made another hexagram, and Song Qing had turned a disaster into a good one and had noble people to help him. There should be no big problem.

On the surface, he was asking about Song Qing, but in fact, he was thinking about another disciple, Xie Yunqing. Sometimes it was bad, sometimes it was good, and he couldn't calculate the specific hexagram, as if it was changing all the time.

The villagers hesitated. The truth must not be told to the old Taoist priest, but Song Qing was still alive, and the old Taoist priest would know it sooner or later. Now is a time when people from the Xuanmen are urgently needed, so it is not easy to do anything to the old Taoist priest.

It is better to trick the old Taoist priest over first, let him stay in the village to deal with the red-haired zongzi, and everyone will leave overnight. Even if Song Qing went down the mountain and recognized his master, and wanted to investigate the villagers, the villagers would not be in the village.

As for the villagers who were hit by the evil spirit, after thinking about it, they felt that the safest choice at present was to stay here. If the evil spirits noticed that they were escaping, they would directly make their hearts explode... It was very likely.

The old Taoist priest was now the only life-saving straw they could get. If they could survive, they could admit their mistakes and make amends to Master Song Qing, and this matter might be over.

Zhang Wenqi said: "Master Song Qing is temporarily following the crew to shoot a movie, and he is still the leading actor. He is living a good life."

"After shooting today's scene, he should come back with the crew. There are monsters in this mountain recently. Old gentleman, you should come back to the village with us. We will notify you when Song Qing comes back."

"Movie shooting? Good boy, you actually changed your career..."

Master Yanxu touched his beard and looked forward to it. Movie shooting is good. What kind of movie needs the help of Taoist priests? Is it those zombie movies about exorcising demons? It's just right to promote the power of my Taoist sect, and maybe it can also increase the incense in the temple.

"Master, let's go."

"Okay." Master Yanxu said to them as they walked:

"I see that your forehead is black, and there will be a bloody disaster. Why don't you tell me your birth date and I will tell you a fortune?"

"This... this is not good..." Zhang Xiaojun felt a little embarrassed. Song Qing was sent up by the villagers. Now Song Qing's master is so enthusiastic. Anyone with a conscience will feel guilty.

"What's wrong with it? Meeting is fate. People with fate don't want 998, don't want 298, just 188. If you believe it, I will tell you the good and bad luck. If you don't believe it, it doesn't matter. Just treat it as a conversation..." When Master Yanxu opened his mouth, it was clear that he was an old fortune teller.

Now everyone needs to concentrate, and they all expressed their willingness to pay the 188 yuan and ask the Taoist master to tell a fortune.

Master Yanxu asked about the birth date of several people, counted with his fingers, and shook his head repeatedly.

"What's wrong? Is the hexagram not good?"

"This is an unexpected death... Oh, how come the young man fainted from fear? Pinch his philtrum to wake him up." Taoist Master Yanxu was anxious on the surface, but secretly happy in his heart.

"Master, you must save us!"

Taoist Master Yanxu sighed and said with some difficulty: "We can save them. My sect has a special amulet. After wearing it, it can keep you safe for three days. It's just a little expensive. And there are not many of them. It's definitely not enough for you..."

"Master, I'll buy it. I can pay more!"

"Master, can this amulet be painted?"

"It can be painted, but the materials are difficult to collect and are very expensive..." Taoist Master Yanxu maintained a compassionate smile while promoting the discount of buying a amulet with a gift of a child.

The amulet can indeed keep you safe for three days, but the death of this group of people will be three days later.

If they were just killed by monsters, there would be a way to save them. These people are people who defy fate and are destined to die. No one can save them.

The ancestors were not virtuous, and were destined to have no children. They deceived the destiny and continued to have descendants. When they were discovered, these descendants who should not exist would die a violent death, leaving no one alive.

Anyway, they were going to die soon, so it was not bad for them to have a beautiful thought in their hearts.

Taoist Master Yanxu, who had sold all his own inventory, showed a compassionate smile.

The water level of the underground river rose and fell, fell and rose again, and finally returned to the safety line. The fish with their mouths wide open disappeared here along the water. The bottom of the iron cage suddenly loosened, and Meng Xianjue, Xie Yunqing and others rolled down to the river bank together.

"Oh no, we are all out."

Meng Xianjue was not happy at all. If the red-haired monster chased him, none of them would be able to escape.

"While he is not here now, let's find a way to escape." Xie Yunqing pulled Meng Xianjue up from the ground.

"Three days have passed, the message should have been sent out, and the people in the sect should come to rescue me if they know I'm here."

"Master Meng, do you still remember your ancestors' records about this tomb? Maybe you can remember some related clues." A mercenary asked.

"It didn't say much about this tomb, but it said that the mechanism here is sophisticated, and there are amazing things buried here. It is tightly guarded and difficult to enter and exit. When my ancestors made their fortune, two brothers robbed tombs together, one took his father's surname and the other took his mother's surname. The elder brother's surname is Meng, and he is good at Feng Shui secrets. The younger brother's surname is Zhang, and he is good at finding dragon points."

"My ancestor's surname was Meng. He didn't want to open this tomb, thinking it would hurt the harmony of heaven. The second ancestor left with the tomb map, and the two broke up, and later they were divided into two different clans."

"There is a village at the foot of this mountain. If all the villagers in it have the surname Zhang, they should be the descendants of my second ancestor..."

Meng Xianjue recounted these past events, and the map about this ancient tomb he had seen in ancient books naturally came to mind. The map was copied by the ancestors of the Meng family based on their memory, and some places were incompletely drawn.

Meng Xianjue suddenly thought of a way out of Tianmen! One of these secret passages used to capture tomb robbers should lead directly to the Heavenly Gate.

"As long as we can find Tianmen, we can go out." Meng Xianjue groped underground, full of hope.

In the cave, the crew had lunch and continued filming the next scene.

Tonight's scenes are all emotional scenes, and only Song Qing and Lin Yebai need to be in the scene.

Song Qing looked at his script with an extremely solemn expression. Could this be a script written by a living person? how so?

Fortunately, those members of the Zhang family have left now. The crew has seen too many weird scripts and is at peace with them. It can reduce Song Qing's sense of shame to a certain extent.

Song Qing continued to mentally build himself up. After this incident passed, the movie would probably not be filmed again, let alone released. As long as the elders of the sect don't know about it, it will remain a secret forever.

As for the Ghost King, Song Qing didn't dare to guess what the other party thought of his "female lead", and he felt suffocated just thinking about it.

Song Qing has never studied acting professionally, so he directly uses the substitute acting method, and occasionally develops a sense of identity with the heroine in the play. Similar fates and similar scenes can easily make people feel confused about past and present lives.

After reading the entire script, Song Qing understood that the heroine undoubtedly loved the Ghost King deeply... but he was a straight man and had absolutely no wrong thoughts about the Ghost King. If he continued to act, Song Qing felt that he would slip into the abyss.

"Daozhang Song, how are you preparing? Can you start shooting?" Lu Xun asked.

"That's it." Song Qing put down the script.

He has a good memory and these lines are fluent, so it is not difficult to memorize them. The only difficulty is to read these lines with emotion to "Lord Ghost King" and match them with appropriate body language and expressions.

Lin Yebai didn't need to eat for the time being. Compared with the big pot rice in the village, the blood rushing in the bodies of these living people was more attractive.

The closer you are to a living person, the stronger the hunting instinct coming from the zombie body. Perhaps there is some truth to the setting in the script that the ghost king needs to eat his heart. Blood gathers in the heart and then flows to various parts of the body. From an energy point of view, the heart is the most powerful. If you eat it, you will definitely feel the strongest sense of satisfaction.

Lin Yebai's eyes unconsciously fell on Song Qing's heart. He could sense the location and physical condition of other people through the evil spirit.

Currently, Song Qing was the only person in the cave who was imbued with evil spirits, and the beating of his heart was especially obvious to Lin Yebai.

Why does Song Qing's heart always beat very fast when he reads the script, and the horror value also slightly increases?

Sensing the gaze of "Lord Ghost King", Song Qing's heartbeat inevitably accelerated again. Thinking of those suffocating lines, his whole body stiffened and his toes dug into the ground.

"Start shooting!" Lu Xun waved.

Song Qing entered an immersive state, chased after Lord Ghost King, stamped his feet, and said angrily:

"Why don't you always look at me or talk to me?"

"Am I ugly?"

"There are only two of us here, can you take a look at me?"

The coquettish behavior from the weak girl left the Ghost King at a loss as to what to do. He didn't know what to do with this overly energetic food, so he said coldly: "Noisy!"

"Wow, you finally spoke to me, even though you only said two words..."

"Your voice is so nice! Can you say a few more words? It's better than those singers. Can you sing? I sing very out of tune..."

"What's your name? How old are you?"

"Since you don't speak, can I call you Xiaohong?"

"Chen Yu." The Ghost King was very annoyed. In order to avoid hearing the name "Xiao Hong", he said his name.

"Your name sounds nice too. Don't leave. Wait for me."

For a girl who had just experienced the dangers of the world not long ago, meeting a taciturn young man in the tomb was a very healing thing.

In times of despair, having companions makes everything seem not so bad. His indifference symbolizes safety for the girl. At least he won't be like those lustful villagers who do anything for no apparent reason.

The Ghost King couldn't stand the girl's voice and disappeared temporarily.

Soon, the sound of falling was heard in the darkness, and the girl in white curled up into a ball, sobbing and crying.

The moment the young man in a bloody wedding dress, who was so handsome that he couldn't live in this world, appeared, the girl rushed towards him like a swallow in his arms.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu I'm afraid of the dark..."

Of course, this pounce was not missed. Lin Yebai put a finger between Song Qing's eyebrows, firmly limiting the distance between the two to an arm's length.

The girl's posture of baring her teeth and waving her claws is particularly cute, just like a rampant crab that has been squeezed out of its shell and is still waving its claws unremittingly.

In the darkness, an uncertain male voice came:

"Junior Brother Song, is that you?"

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