"Uncle Four Eyes."

"Uncle Four Eyes..."

Before he could figure out what the twitching double eyelids were, the Taoist boy from Yuanfu Palace was guided to the entrance of the Green Bamboo Forest.

The middle section of the bamboo forest.

After hearing the other person's voice, he stood up with a loud sound, his expression changing.

He remembered very clearly that last time it was this guy who came to inform him to see the leader, but when he arrived at Yuanfu Palace, he received a fatal mission...

If I hadn't been lucky last time and completed the task right away, I would have been walking around without food. If I do it again this time, it will most likely not be a good thing!

At this moment, he finally understood what was causing his double eyelids to jump... It was a flash!

"Whoosh."

In the blink of an eye, there was no trace of him in the bamboo forest.

"Master, please forgive me, but my disciple has not found any trace of Uncle Four Eyes."

After searching the entire bamboo forest, the Taoist boy was stunned for a moment, looking at the vast Maoshan Mountain. He didn't know where to go, so he had to turn back to Yuanfu Palace.

"This guy can run faster than a rabbit..."

The old leader murmured and reflected silently: Wasn't the order he gave to his four eyes too harsh last time when he was overly excited?

Otherwise, how could it be frightened like this?

As for the possibility that the Taoist boy simply failed to find the four eyes, in his opinion, it was almost impossible.

After all, Simu has not gone down the mountain. If he hadn't been hiding from the Taoist boy, he would have been found sooner or later!

"If you can't find it, you can't find it. Go and call Qianzhe." After a long time, the old master said calmly.

…

Qin Yao knew very well: after word reached Maoshan that he and Uncle Jiu were promoted to priests, the old master would inevitably hold another celebration meeting to publicize the matter and enhance the overall image of Maoshan.

But for him, since the end of the last conference, he had already made a strategy of hiding his strength and keeping a low profile. He didn't want to play with the old leader anymore. So after returning to the earth from the underworld, he took Ah Li Nianying with him. , the old and young zombies spent ten days wandering around Hong Kong Island, visiting all the places worth visiting on the island, without any intention of returning to the capital city.

Ten days later, both zombies were tired of shopping. Qin Yao didn't even say he would send them back. Instead, he gave Nintendo 300 yuan and asked him to return with the little zombie...

In short, he had made up his mind to postpone it as long as he could, until the excitement in the old boss's heart was gone and he was no longer in the mood to celebrate.

Three more days.

Qin Yao wrote a letter of recommendation for Ma Jiuying and told him clearly that because his performance was not very good, there was no need to take him to see Uncle Jiu in person. A handwritten letter would be fine, depending on his willingness. I don’t want to travel far away to gamble!

Then, regardless of Li Jialing and Ma Jiuying's conspiracy mission, he drove the Chaozhou tour group's minibus to Chaozhou.

In my previous life, when I was busy, trapped and trivial, I never had the opportunity to travel, let alone intercity self-driving tours...

Unexpectedly, in this time and space, not only did I fulfill my previous wish, but I even took my two wives on a honeymoon trip. In the past, I couldn't even think about it, which was enough to envy others.

The only regret is that he waited on Hong Kong Island for more than ten days, but did not wait for the revenge of the Hellraiser Club. It felt like a large amount of evil had just passed him by...

Speaking of Yin De, I don’t know what went wrong with Uncle Jiu, and the filial piety value he was appointed as a priest this time has not been paid yet!

A few days later.

The CMB had just entered Chaozhou, and the last bit of fuel in the tank was exhausted, and it slowly stopped in a wilderness.

The three of them got out of the car one after another. Qin Yao took out the space bag and cast a spell to send China and Pakistan into the island.

Even with his financial resources, he is not so arrogant as to throw away his car when it runs out of gas.

"Golden-winged Dapeng, five hundred years ago, you ate the king of the lion and camel kingdom, as well as the civil and military officials of the city, and the people, seized the country, established the demon kingdom, and caused harm to everyone.

Good deeds will be rewarded with good things, and evil deeds will be rewarded with evil consequences. It is not that there will be no retribution. The time has not come yet, and now your evil retribution is coming. Let me ask you, are you willing to take refuge?"

In the evening, in the wilderness, there was a gentle breeze and the chirping of insects.

In the sky, stars are dotted and the moon shines brightly, illuminating the broad road ahead of Qin Yao and others.

As they walked, a loud shout suddenly sounded in the ears of the three of them. Following the sound, they saw a stage standing in the wilderness in front of them. On the stage, eighteen Arhats were trapped in Dapeng. Under the stage, all the people wearing clothes were dead.

"Death show?" Ah Li muttered to himself.

Qin Yao: "It's okay if it's just one or two ghosts. There are at least thirty ghosts sitting here listening to the play. We can't ignore it. Let's listen to the play first, and then we can make arguments after listening to this great play."

Ah Li and Nianying nodded repeatedly and immediately followed him to the rear of the ghosts.

The ghosts sitting in the back row sensed the popularity, turned to look at them one after another, and then turned their heads towards the stage.

People are not common, drama is even less common, and no ghost is willing to cause trouble at this time.

After a long time.

On the stage.

The Eighteen Arhats used all their magic weapons to conquer the Dapeng. The drama gradually came to an end, and the actors bowed and left the stage.

"Okay, that's great, Uncle Sheng, you troupe really have nothing to say."

In front of the stage, an old man held the hand of the leader in black and put a stack of banknotes into his hand: "Thank you for your hard work, thank you for your hard work."

The class leader, who had a gray crew cut, a short gray beard, and a mole under the corner of his mouth, glanced at the banknotes, his heart skipped a beat, and he quickly said: "It's too much, old man, this is too much, we can't charge so much."

"Take it, take it."

The old man forced the banknotes into Uncle Sheng's arms and said with a smile: "I invited you all the way here and you are still singing at this hour. You deserve the money."

Uncle Sheng couldn't force the other party, so he had to say with a smile on his face: "I'm sorry."

"It's getting late, go and have a rest." The old man said gently: "If we still want to listen to a show next time, we will definitely come to see you."

"Thank you, old man." Uncle Sheng said gratefully.

This is what the troupe eats, and they rely on their sponsors!

After a while, the old man arranged the check-in arrangements for the entire theater troupe, slowly came to Qin Yao and others, cupped his hands and asked: "Where are the guests coming from?"

"Hong Kong Island." Qin Yao returned the greeting.

"Xiangjiang? That's quite far away..."

The old man nodded and looked up at the night sky: "It's getting late, and we are the only village within a hundred miles nearby. Why don't the three of you stay in our village for one night and set off again tomorrow morning?"

"Thank you very much, father-in-law." Qin Yao cupped his hands and said.

"Being convenient to others and forming good relationships will surely bring about blessings."

The old man chuckled, stretched out his right arm, and made a respectful gesture: "Three guests, please follow me."

Qin Yao and the other three silently followed him into a ghostly manor.

"squeak."

Soon, the old man reached out and pushed open a wooden door, pointed to the simple room and said: "Three guests, you can just stay in this room tonight."

Qin Yao nodded and said with a smile: "Thank you very much, father-in-law."

"You don't have to be so polite." The old man waved his hand, turned around and said, "You guys should go to bed early. I'll go to the stage to see if there are any mistakes."

"He, or rather they, don't look like evil ghosts." Ah Li said softly as he walked into the room and watched the old man's figure fading away.

"Let's talk after one night." Qin Yao said rationally.

A few words of getting along doesn't mean anything. Whether they can live peacefully tonight is the key to judging each other...

"Brother Yao, did you just pay attention to the class leader named Uncle Sheng?" Nianying suddenly asked.

"You want to say that he looks a lot like my master?" Qin Yao asked.

Nianying nodded like a chicken pecking rice: "Except for the lack of energy and an extra wrinkle at the corner of his mouth, in terms of appearance alone, he looks like her at least seven points."

Qin Yao smiled: "Maybe it's a coincidence."

In fact, he knows better than anyone else that there is no such thing as collision in the world, let alone such a possibility, but when this phenomenon appears in front of him, it is definitely not a coincidence.

The wilderness theater troupe is full of ghosts and gods, and the troupe leader named Uncle Sheng connects these three pieces of information together, and the answer is ready to come out...

The classic trilogy of humans and ghosts: "Man Scares Ghosts".

The remaining two parts are "Ghosts Fighting Ghosts" and "People Are Scary", both of which Qin Yao has experienced before.

The protagonist who fights ghosts is the coachman Zhang DaDa, and the scary protagonist is the fat man Zhu Dachang.

As for this movie about people scaring ghosts, the protagonist is Uncle Ying (crossed out), or rather Uncle Sheng!

A night of chatting, everything was calm.

The next morning.

Uncle Sheng, who was lying on his side with his arm resting on his arm, moved his eyelids slightly, opened his eyes suddenly, and sat up.

Looking around, there is no house here. It is clearly a deserted ridge, with actors lying on the ground.

Uncle Sheng's expression changed. He quickly reached into his arms and took out a stack of banknotes. He took a closer look and saw that the silver paper in his hand was clearly a stack of paper money!

"Why are we sleeping here?" While he was absent-minded, the actors woke up one after another, and the crowd screamed.

Uncle Sheng took a deep breath and said, "We must have hit a ghost."
To be continued...