Acting Quest: Pin Dao is really just an actor

"About those trivial matters, the historians should not record them in the history books, right?"

Hua Jinlin raised his brows, and his face was calm: "Even if some historians who don't open their eyes record those things, they shouldn't know about Fan Xie, cows and horses and other gods, right?"

"The matter has come to this, the celestial master shouldn't lie to a ghost that is about to fly away, right?"

Hua Jinlin smiled bleakly, his expression was no different from that of a living person.

Lu Chen nodded lightly, and said softly, "The City God of Yushui."

"Yu Shui, City God?"

Hua Jinlin seemed to be unable to understand Lu Chen's words, and his expression was full of doubts: "Could it be that the little celestial master is the reincarnation of Lord Yushui City God?"

"Of course not."

Lu Chen shook his head slowly: "Poverty is just a coincidence, and fate will write for Yushui Chenghuang."

……

Lu Chen's voice fell, and there was a dead silence around him, Hua Jinlin's eyes shook, his lips twitched and he didn't make a sound.

In the distance, Guan Yi who was lying on the ground trembled, like a huge boulder crashing down on the young monk's head, shaking his mind and making him dazzled.

'Ghostwriting for Yushui Chenghuang? ! ! '

Guan Yi's heart trembled incomparably.

They are both outsiders, and the teachings of Buddhism and Taoism are different, but they have heard and understood each other.

Yushui City God, that is a serious god.

Even if they are outsiders, practitioners, and Buddhists, they are still ordinary people after all.

How can a mortal have a connection with a god? !

It's fine to have a relationship, but you can still write for the gods? !

Such connections are no longer recognized in the usual sense.

If Guan Yi hadn't heard it with his own ears, and beat him to death until his bones were broken, his skin was skinned and his muscles were cramped, the young monks would not have believed that such a thing would happen in the world.

Even if it is the abbot or the master, such eminent monks and great virtues may not be able to connect with the Buddha, right? ! !

In Guan Yi's heart, what can be described by a sentence like "turbulent waves"?

Mortals and gods...

This collision of status made the young monk's thinking simply unbearable.

……

On the side, Hua Jinlin, who was dazed in a daze, came back to his senses.

"I see."

Hua Jinlin, who was like a literati, smiled bitterly, and the doubts in his brows were completely relieved, as if he had a carefree and carefree attitude before he died, "No wonder those small things thousands of years ago will be recorded."

"In this way, the one who loses should, and the one who loses should also!"

Hua Jinlin looked free and easy, and nodded heavily: "To be able to write a book for a county town god, the little celestial master is an extraordinary person."

Lu Chen stood aside, smiled lightly and said nothing.

After a long time, Hua Jinlin stopped laughing, and said meaningfully: "Listening to the meaning of the little Tianshi's words, it seems that he has no respect for this Yushui City God, and more like a friend. It seems that this side of the City God is also difficult to enter the small The Dharma Eye of the Celestial Master."

Lu Chen's expression was as usual, he didn't even shake his eyes, he didn't answer or refute, it couldn't be denied.

This matter has to be divided into different angles. Lu Chen was personally ordered by the Taoist ancestor, and was appointed by the Taoist ancestor as a celestial master to inspect on behalf of the heavens. Although he did not have a god position, his status was no less than that of an imperial envoy in ancient times.

Although it is said that Lu Chen is a mortal and the City God is a god, their identities are not bad.

Lu Chen said slowly: "You have one last question."

"The last one..."

Hua Jinlin sighed softly, the sentimentality in his words was self-evident, after thinking about it Hua Jinlin smiled lightly, his eyes a little dark: "It doesn't matter whether you ask the last question or not, I already There is an answer."

"but……"

Hua Jinlin, who looked like a middle-aged literati, had eyes flickering: "But I have something to remind the little Heavenly Master."

"Oh?"

Lu Chen murmured, Danfeng raised his eyes slightly, and his eyes were more curious: "What does the ghost county magistrate want to remind the poor Taoist?"

Hua Jinlin was in an extremely calm state, as if he was drinking tea and wine, without any fluctuations or panic before the smoke disappeared, his voice was firm and sincere, and he said in a low voice: "I want to persuade the little celestial master not to provoke Qing Wang that madman."

Lu Chen said lightly: "Why?"

"From the point of view, the little celestial master hasn't broken through the Shenguan realm yet?"

Hua Jinlin pointed out the crux of the problem straightforwardly, looked straight into Lu Chen's eyes, and said softly, "Don't misunderstand, Master Tian, ​​I have no other intentions."

"I just feel that if the little celestial master reaches the realm of the gods, it is just a trivial matter to overthrow me as a ghost by the celestial master's means, but the little celestial master is not like this. Instead, he uses a more tricky way to let me I'm utterly defeated."

Hua Jinlin's words are well-founded and reasonable.

In the distance, Lu Chen nodded irresistibly.

"Since this is the case, the Celestial Master will listen to the next sentence of persuasion."

Hua Jinlin took a deep breath. At this moment, the state of the middle-aged Confucian scholar was extremely weak, and it seemed that he would disappear at any moment. The whole body nailed by the seven arrows was constantly shaking

Hua Jinlin forcibly stabilized his soul body, which was about to be disintegrated, with an extremely painful expression, and said with difficulty: "Li Qi, is a lunatic, a desperate lunatic, he only has the throne in his eyes, he... cough, cough cough..."

Halfway through the speech, Hua Jinlin suddenly coughed violently, and his expression became more and more painful. The cough lasted for more than ten breaths before the middle-aged man's condition stabilized, and he continued to speak weakly: "Of course, he can go this far. It doesn’t have to be crazy.”

"Li Qi has already broken through the mid-stage of Shenguan Realm. For civil servants and military generals at my level, he still has six under his command, and none of them are weaker than me."

Hua Jinlin didn't hide the slightest thing, and with a persuasive expression on his face, he sighed and said, "My three thousand ghost soldiers can't even reach one-tenth of his true strength."

"In the mid-stage of Shenguan, there are six generals and [-] ghost soldiers, and it's unknown how many unknown backhands are hidden among them."

"He once said that as long as he wants, he can turn this city into his ghost country at any time."

The middle-aged man's face became more and more ugly, and his voice became weaker and weaker: "I have lived with him for almost two lifetimes. I understand his character, and what he said is by no means empty words."

"It's just because of the disastrous defeat thousands of years ago. He doesn't want to repeat the same mistakes. He just wants to keep going every step of the way and secretly expand his strength in order to reach the sky in one step."