Acting Quest: Pin Dao is really just an actor

The gap that was forcibly torn open by explosives is still there, and a steady stream of scientific researchers shuttle back and forth through the gap, carrying various equipment.

In the secret realm, the radiant majesty left behind by the Nine Heavens Divine Thunder faintly diffuses in every corner of the secret realm, still deterring all monsters, birds and beasts.

At the foot of the mountain, an extremely secret formation continued to shatter.

There is an extremely faint fluorescent light mixed in the air and rising slowly, hiding between the shuttle of the crowd and the agitation of the mountain wind, avoiding the brilliant heavenly power, and quietly rushing out of the secret realm.

……

"Pindao will leave now."

The young Taoist slowly cupped his hands towards the sixtieth old man.

Nan Huaiqin bowed his hand and returned the gift: "I'll visit Daoist Lu another day."

Lu Chen nodded and smiled, turned around and looked at the four people not far away, and said loudly: "If you build a long shed for thousands of miles, you will have to say goodbye."

"Pindao has lived in Qingyao Mountain many times, and he can drink tea when passing by."

The four of Lu Chenchao clasped their hands away, walking all the way down the sea of ​​rotting poisonous insects, the king of iron snakes, the wind of killing demons, and the king of demons. The five of them are also dependent on each other for life and death.

"Don't let it go."

"Don't let it go."

The five of them smiled knowingly, and the young Taoist slowly descended the mountain amidst the sound of parting.

The golden sun at noon supports the mountains and forests after the rain, and the worn-out Taoist robes with swords are gradually drifting away.

All this seems like a world away.

Under the canopy of four pitch-black umbrellas, there are four faces in a trance.

Under the black umbrella, Chen Qilin holding a Tang saber looked at Lu Chen's back. He still had the same indifferent face that had been inconvenient all the year round, and the same pair of eyes that were as black as ink, but there was an inexplicable expression in them.

"Dead face."

Du Xingheng was the first to break the tranquility of the world, raised his hand to sweep the dust off the shoulders of his suit, looked at the man in black and said lightly: "Come with me to the magic city, the old man wants to see you."

Under the black umbrella, Chen Qilin turned his head slightly, looked at the serious and elegant man, and nodded unexpectedly.

Du Xingheng was startled for a moment, then laughed dumbly, and shook his head helplessly: "In this world, there is actually someone who can make you change."

Kong Linger and Li Zheng didn't understand their conversation, they just looked at the back of the far away with sad eyes.

……

"call……"

Looking at Lu Chenyuan's back, Nan Huaiqin let out a sigh of relief.

Ling Liner hesitated and said, "Do you want to report Lu Chen's information?"

"Report."

Thinking for a while, the sixtieth old man nodded slowly, and added in a deep voice: "But you must inform all parties and don't disturb him."

"Boom boom boom!"

As soon as Nan Huaiqin finished speaking, another roar of engines approached the top of the mountain.

It was still the rope ladder, but the people who climbed down this time were extremely embarrassed.

With everyone's support, Qi Hongxing walked down the rope ladder with difficulty, as if this kind of action put a lot of pressure on the clerical old man who was nearly seventy years old.

With the support of Chen Bingsheng and Song Anping, Qi Hongxing, who was full of anticipation, asked out of breath, "Where are people?"

Nan Huaiqin glanced at the creature leader who was fluctuating violently, and said calmly: "Going down the mountain."

At that moment, Qi Hongxing seemed to be discouraged, and slumped down weakly.

Song Anping looked at the traces on the flat ground, and said in a daze, "Who is Lu Chen?!"

The sixtieth old man gave a bitter smile, and repeated what Lu Chen answered at that time: "It's just an ordinary Taoist priest guarding a lonely mountain..."

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There is a low-density forest beside the Yushui River.

A middle-aged man in a black hoodie was squatting by the river, dumping the dustpan in his hand into the river. The dustpan was full of off-white powder mixed with pieces of broken off-white bones.

The gray-white ashes bubbled up one by one in the turbulent river, and then dispersed with the river.

"Go, go, remember to give birth to a good family in your next life..."

The middle-aged man murmured with a sinister smile, but his voice was extremely old.

Don't pour it out, the ashes in the dustpan have been emptied.

The man's breath seemed to be extremely weak, he stood up with difficulty and panted heavily, probably because the skin on the man's face fell off because of too much movement.

Under the middle-aged man's face was an extremely aging face.

"Damn!"

Jiang Shou tore off the human skin mask from his face, fell heavily into the river, and said angrily, "You're a fucking trash again!"

As soon as the human skin mask was like water, several strange fish with fangs burst out of the water, tearing the human skin apart for food.

"Boom, boom, boom..."

A deep wooden fish sound came from the depths of the woods.

The angry Jiang Shou was suddenly startled, dragging his weak body and not daring to delay turning around for a second and darting into the woods.

There are several wooden houses hidden deep in the woods.

Outside the wooden house, a burly monk was sitting cross-legged under the eaves, knocking on the wooden fish with his eyes closed.

Jiang Shou in the shallow forest saw the great monk outside the house, took a few deep breaths to calm his breathing, then walked out of the forest carefully, and stood beside the monk with his head bowed very obediently.

Monk Puli was still beating the wooden fish, and said without raising his eyes: "How many times have I told you, don't pour blood into the river."

Jiang Shou's face changed drastically in an instant, and he knelt down on the ground with a plop, tremblingly said: "Little brother knows I was wrong, please forgive me!"

"Boom, boom, boom..."

Pu Li didn't speak anymore, just knocked on the wooden fish silently.