One person: Reborn as Huangxian, seeking the title of Feng Baobao at the beginning

Chapter 435 Ning Xin
"Ah? Why are you pinching that?" the fat man asked in confusion.

Wang Cheng seemed to have guessed something and urged:
"Just pinch me if I ask you to. Don't ask so many questions. Hurry up!"

"Hey, you dead Taoist priest..." The fat man complained, but his hands did not stop.

It's true that the fat man's skill in making clay figures is really amazing. After a while, the image of the God of Land, wearing a long gown, with gray hair on his temples and kind eyes, came to life in his hands. He even specially added a walking stick to the God of Land, and the details were handled very well.

The fat man carefully placed the mud on the ground, took a few steps back, looked at it carefully, and was obviously quite satisfied with his work.

At this time, Wang Cheng frowned and said thoughtfully: "Fatty, are you mistaken? Why does this look more like the birthday boy?"

When the fat man heard this, he also started to wonder in his heart, but he still said stubbornly: "Really? But I think they are all the same, they are all old men anyway. Besides, I didn't make him a longevity bag. I said he is the God of Land, so he is the God of Land!"

Taoist Qingfeng smiled and patted the fat man's shoulder, comforting him: "It's okay, the clay sculpture is just a carrier. What's important is the divinity we give it. This is already very good, just leave the rest to me."

As he spoke, Taoist Qingfeng drew a circle around the clay sculpture and then stepped back. Wang Cheng and the fat man also stepped back. Zhang Zhibiao and the soldiers in the distance looked at this scene curiously.

Taoist Qingfeng drew out a peach wood sword from his back, and used the sword as a pen to draw a spell in the circle. On the top of the spell was the word "earth", in the middle was the two ghost secret characters, and at the bottom were the two words "subdue the earth".

The soldiers were confused, but Fatty and Wang Cheng recognized it as a land talisman used to ask for help from the land god.

After the spell was drawn, Taoist Qingfeng lifted up his robe, knelt in front of the clay sculpture, and drew three vertical bars in front of it, while chanting: "Disciple uses the ground as a platform and the soil as incense. I bow three times to respectfully ask the local gods for help, and the divine soldiers are as urgent as the law!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the land seal on the ground suddenly began to burn! The soldiers stared with wide eyes, and even Zhang Zhibiao was shocked.

However, the more shocking thing was yet to come. Suddenly, a bolt of lightning streaked across the night sky, causing everyone's ears to hurt. Then, a bolt of lightning struck the clay sculpture, which suddenly shone with golden light, blinding people.

The soldiers in the distance opened their eyes reluctantly, and saw an old man who looked exactly like the clay sculpture in the golden light, standing there with a cane. However, the golden light was too dazzling, so they could not see clearly.

This was just a vague feeling, and no one could be sure if it was true. But Taoist Qingfeng and the other two seemed unaffected by the golden light, and they respectfully saluted the old man in the golden light.

The soldiers could only see Taoist Qingfeng opening his mouth to speak, but could not hear what he was saying. However, Wang Cheng and the fat man standing next to him were not affected at all.

"God of Land, I have something to ask for, please show me the way." Taoist Qingfeng said respectfully. The old man always had a kind smile on his face.

As the old man slowly raised his hand and pointed in a direction, a burst of information seemed to suddenly flood into the minds of Wang Cheng and the other two.

The next second, the three of them spoke almost at the same time, using the same tone to say the same thing: "Eight miles away, there is an abandoned industrial park, where evil things are worshipped and yin and yang are reversed..."

As soon as he finished speaking, the golden light suddenly disappeared, leaving only the clay sculpture standing there quietly, as if everything that had just happened was just an illusion.

Before the soldiers could come to their senses, Taoist Qingfeng had already saluted the clay sculpture again: "Thank you, God of Land, for your guidance."

Then, he turned to Wang Cheng and Fatty and said, "Let's go. The industrial park eight miles away is where the Jiuju sect is hiding."

The two nodded. The fat man looked at the clay sculpture of the Earth God and asked, "What should we do with this Earth God? We can't just leave it like this, right?"

As the saying goes, it is easy to invite a god but difficult to send him away. Creating a god is useless but destroying a god is sinful. The fat man's worry is reasonable. If the clay sculpture is destroyed, even if it is unintentional, it may cause cause and effect.

Taoist Qingfeng picked up the clay sculpture and said, "Let's keep it with us for now, and then find a temple to put it in properly when we get back."

The two men nodded in agreement, helped Taoist Qingfeng carefully put away the clay sculpture, and then signaled the soldiers to follow.

The soldiers had not yet recovered from their shock. They had just witnessed the "appearance of a god" with their own eyes! But they could not be sure whether the old man in the golden light was real or fake.

Zhang Zhibiao came to his senses and hurriedly urged the soldiers to follow. Although he was also shocked by what happened just now, now was not the time to dwell on it.

Balidi was not far for them. At this time, they could vaguely see the dark abandoned industrial park.

Stepping through the knee-high weeds, a sense of desolation hit me. The fat man said with emotion: "I never thought that there would be such a place in the prosperous city of Silence."

Wang Cheng sighed and said, "This is a common feature of all cities. No matter how prosperous a city is, there are also desolate places. Just like in this world, there must be yin for every yang, and this cannot be changed."

Taoist Qingfeng nodded and said in a low voice: "But it's better this way, at least it won't cause too much trouble. This place was chosen by the Jiujiu Sect, so let's deal with them here."

As he spoke, he waved his hand. Zhang Zhibiao understood what he meant and turned to the soldiers and said, "Everyone put away your guns, and try to fight silently from now on!"

The soldiers put away their guns in unison and drew their military melee daggers. Wang Cheng looked back at the soldiers and reminded them, "Everyone be careful and follow orders. Our opponents are very cunning."

After everyone was ready, they dispersed and sneaked into the abandoned factory. The broken windows were like bottomless mouths that seemed to swallow everything.

Even the well-trained soldiers felt a chill on their backs and a vague sense of uneasiness in this strange and eerie place.

Wang Cheng and two other people walked at the front of the team, forming a triangle formation, which they thought was the best formation to defend themselves from all directions.

As they gradually approached the abandoned factory area, the temperature around them seemed to drop a lot. It was terribly quiet here, and even though the soldiers consciously stepped lightly, it still seemed a bit harsh in this extremely quiet environment.

Everyone was on edge, groping cautiously in the darkness. At this moment, a faint firelight came into everyone's sight.

Although the firelight was weak, it was particularly eye-catching in the darkness. In sharp contrast to the surrounding darkness, everyone's attention was involuntarily focused on the window.

"Be careful, there should be someone there." Wang Cheng reminded. Taoist Qingfeng quickly turned around and nodded to Zhang Zhibiao.

Zhang Zhibiao understood what he meant and immediately made a gesture to the soldiers behind him. In an instant, all the soldiers hid themselves, as if they had never appeared.

Zhang Zhibiao whispered in Taoist Qingfeng's ear, "Take care, we will proceed according to the plan." Then, he quickly hid in the weeds around him.

The special combat uniforms worn by the soldiers provided excellent camouflage in this environment, making it difficult for the fat man to find any trace of the soldiers even when he looked around.

After properly placing all the soldiers, Wang Cheng, Taoist Qingfeng and the fat man looked at each other and moved towards the factory together. They took every step very cautiously. After all, as Taoist Qingfeng said before, this was someone else's territory, and no one knew what kind of traps those sinister people would set here.

After entering the dark building, although the space was spacious, they all felt a sense of oppression. The chrysanthemum patterns everywhere on the wall caught their attention. After Huang Miao's reminder, Wang Cheng carefully observed the petals on the chrysanthemum logo. The nine-petal chrysanthemum meant that there was a top master of the Nine Chrysanthemum School hidden here.

Wang Cheng knew very well that if it were him, he would definitely be able to sense the approach of others, so he also believed that those Nine Chrysanthemum masters would also be able to sense their arrival, which made the entire abandoned factory seem like a trap waiting for them to fall into.

However, they had no way to retreat, especially the fat man, who was eager to see these crooked methods.

The three of them quickly searched the factory on the first floor, but did not find anyone. Finally, their eyes focused on the stairs leading to the second floor. The fire they saw earlier was coming from the window on the second floor.

Wang Cheng made a gesture to keep quiet, and then took the lead to step onto the stairs. However, the moment he stepped on the stairs, a sound of a sharp weapon breaking through the air came, which made his heart tighten, and he shouted: "Oh no, there is a trap!"

Before he finished speaking, he turned around quickly and pushed Taoist Qingfeng and the fat man out of the trap. At the same time, countless sharp arrows shot from all directions.

This ancient weapon is not common in modern times, but it showed amazing power at this moment. Just as Wang Cheng was about to be shot by the sharp arrow, a Bagua formation suddenly appeared under his feet, and then his figure disappeared on the spot.

"Dang dang dang..." All the sharp arrows were stuck on the steps where he had just stood. Each arrowhead was black, obviously poisoned. The person who set up the trap obviously did not intend to leave anyone alive.

The fat man and Taoist Qingfeng stared with their eyes wide open. They hadn't yet realized how Wang Cheng disappeared. At this moment, a hand suddenly patted Taoist Qingfeng on the shoulder, startling them.

Looking back, Wang Cheng was standing behind them without them noticing. The fat man was about to ask, but Wang Cheng gestured to keep quiet again.

He looked around and made sure no one was watching him secretly. He whispered, "It seems that this abandoned factory is full of traps. And the people who set up the traps want to kill us all. Each arrow is poisoned."

The fat man looked at Wang Cheng in surprise and asked, "Weren't you standing on the steps just now? How come you suddenly appeared behind us?"

Wang Cheng smiled bitterly and sighed, "Thank goodness I didn't lose focus when Director Huang was teaching me Fenghou Qimen. Otherwise I would have been in trouble just now. I didn't expect that in such a critical situation, I, who only learned some theories, could actually use this Eight Gates Moving Skill. It seems that Director Huang is right, I am quite talented in Fenghou Qimen."

The fat man looked at Wang Cheng in amazement, with a bit of envy in his eyes. Compared with Wang Cheng's fancy skills, he felt that his three-coin fate-determining technique was too simple. So he had an idea that he must pester Director Huang to teach him some other skills after returning, or give him some equipment or something, so that his abilities would not be so single.

In fact, Huang Miao was also thinking in his office about preparing some equipment for the team members to strengthen the strength of each department. However, Wang Cheng and the others didn't know about this yet.

Moreover, they didn't have the energy to think about anything else. Looking at the poisonous arrows on the steps, they realized that the Jiuju sect had been hiding here for a long time, which gave them enough time to set up various traps.

The enemy was in the dark, and they were in the light, which was extremely disadvantageous to them. However, Taoist Qingfeng looked at the poisonous arrows all over the ground and seemed to have an idea...

Taoist Qingfeng waved to the two of them hurriedly, then walked out quickly.

"Hey..." The fat man was a little surprised, but before he could say anything, Wang Cheng followed closely.

The fat man had no choice but to quicken his pace to see what Taoist Qingfeng was going to do.

After returning to the yard, Taoist Qingfeng quickly began to pull out the weeds that were more than a meter tall.

Under the puzzled gazes of Wang Cheng and the fat man, Taoist Qingfeng skillfully weaved the straws together.

Soon, Wang Cheng and the fat man widened their eyes, because a straw man woven from weeds gradually appeared in Taoist Qingfeng's hands.

Taoist Qingfeng raised his head and looked in the direction where the fire came from, then whispered:
"Let this straw man explore the way for us and see what is hidden here."

As he spoke, Taoist Qingfeng placed the straw man in front of him, then bit his fingertip and drew a complicated talisman on the straw man's heart.

Then, he looked at Wang Cheng and Fatty and said:

"You put your own blood on the eyes of the scarecrow so that you can see what the scarecrow sees."

The fat man and Wang Cheng looked at each other, then bit their fingertips and tapped one side of the straw man, forming two blood-red eyes.

Afterwards, Taoist Qingfeng flipped his wrists and changed his hand seals at a dizzying speed.

After a moment, he stomped his right foot on the ground, pointed his sword upward, and shouted softly:
"rise!"

In an instant, the straw man that had fallen to the ground stood up, as if it had come to life.

"go with!"

Taoist Qingfeng pointed his sword in the direction of the factory, and then he saw the straw man walking into the factory step by step.

The fat man looked at Taoist Qingfeng in amazement and gave him a thumbs up:

"Master, what kind of trick is this? It can actually make the straw man move?"

Taoist Qingfeng smiled and said:

“The training Director Huang gave me included some ancient methods.

This method is nothing, it's just a puppet technique.

My skills are not deep enough, and I can only move inanimate objects such as paper figures, straw figures, corpses, etc.

A true master of puppetry can turn anyone into his puppet.

But that theory is a bit weird, so Director Huang taught me the inheritance of the corpse-driving branch of puppetry."

While Taoist Qingfeng was speaking, the straw man had disappeared from their sight. Taoist Qingfeng then said:
"Close your eyes and recite the Ningxin Jue silently, and you will see what the straw man sees."

(End of this chapter)