Terrifying Heavens: I Slay Demons by Painting Faces

Upon hearing Master Li's words, Chen Hengyi quickly helped him up and said, "Even when that evil demon was right in front of them, they kept performing. I am truly impressed by the skill of the Li family troupe."

Chen Hengyi gave a thumbs up.

Upon hearing this, Master Li's expression softened slightly.

Then, Chen Hengyi noticed that the members of the Li family troupe all looked unwell, with blood seeping from their seven orifices, indicating that they had suffered internal injuries. Thinking of this, Chen Hengyi immediately took out the Yin-Yang Jade.

He had never used the spiritual liquid in the Yin-Yang Jade, and now he had saved a few drops.

While everyone was resting, he found a one-liter bottle of mineral water, took out a drop of spiritual liquid, dissolved it in the water, and then poured it into cups one by one, taking a small sip himself first.

Instantly, he felt a continuous surge of energy flowing through his body as he swallowed the spiritual liquid. Unfortunately, however, this effect was not as rapid as his Qi-gathering rejuvenation technique.

He distributed the spiritual liquid to everyone.

"Mr. Chen, what is this?" someone asked.

Chen Hengyi looked at everyone, their faces filled with confusion. One young man even looked as if he had thought of something terrible, his face turning deathly pale as he stared at the cup of spiritual liquid as if it were poison.

Are you afraid he won't pay the balance?

To dispel everyone's doubts, Chen Hengyi took a small sip himself.

The next moment, Master Li also picked up his plastic cup and drank it all in one gulp, then yelled at the crowd, "What are you doing? Do you think Mr. Chen would harm you? Hurry up and drink it!"

As soon as everyone finished their drinks, exclamations of surprise and excitement rose and fell.

"Holy crap! My injury is completely healed!"

"Wait, what kind of miracle drug is this?"

Everyone started talking excitedly.

They all looked at Chen Hengyi, their gazes carrying more than just the image of a wealthy boss.

Seeing this, Chen Hengyi didn't say anything. He clapped his hands to attract everyone's attention and then said, "As you can see, I don't just want you to put on a show."

"From now on, I'll need you all to perform with me in these mountains. It will definitely be dangerous, but you can choose to leave, and I'll still pay you."

If the other party backs out, he can always find another one. He doesn't want to use morality or money to blackmail others, so he leaves the choice to them.

He also believes that there is more than one troupe of ghost operas in Taiwan. Now it is just a matter of confirming that performing ghost operas can indeed work on the demon child.

As soon as the words were spoken, the previously excited crowd fell into deep thought, exchanging glances as if trying to find an answer.

Finally, Master Li approached Chen Hengyi, his expression grave, and asked in a deep voice, "Is it possible that we might die?"

Chen Hengyi nodded calmly: "Yes, not only you, but I might also die, but I won't let anyone die in vain."

Master Li pointed to the empty cup on the ground and asked, "You're going to use something like that to save us?"

Chen Hengyi replied, "As your employer, it is only natural that I should protect your health."

Upon hearing this, Master Li let out a long sigh of relief and said, "My Li family troupe hasn't encountered someone as generous and magnanimous as Mr. Chen, who is so dedicated to eliminating evil and protecting the righteous path, in a long time. As for danger, which of us who perform yin operas isn't in danger? I'm already living a long life, having reached fifty years old this year."

The other person laughed and joked, "Even if I die now and go underground, there aren't many in our Li family who will outlive me!"

"Fifty?" Chen Hengyi was surprised because the troupe leader in front of him looked to be in his seventies or eighties.

Master Li chuckled: "It'll shorten your lifespan. How can you live long dealing with this kind of thing?"

……

It was late at night, and everyone returned to Fude Temple. Although Chen Hengyi was still full of energy, the young men who had performed on stage had long been at their limit. Even with the spiritual liquid to restore them, their minds had been tense for a long time, so they returned to rest.

Fortunately, there are many guest rooms behind the Fude Palace, otherwise there wouldn't be enough room for so many people.

Chen Hengyi returned to his room and was just about to begin his cultivation when there was a series of knocks on the door.

He opened the door and saw Master Li standing there, smiling with his hands behind his back, as if he were holding something.

Chen Hengyi asked with some doubt, "Master Li, it's so late, aren't you going to rest? You have things to do tomorrow."

Master Li looked inside, then his eyes lit up as he focused on the portrait of Master Huaguang hanging on the wall: "Indeed, Mr. Chen, you are also a disciple of the Peking Opera. However, our Yin Opera lineage makes a living from the underworld, while you... this old man cannot tell, but seeing you in the forest wearing your opera robes fighting against evil spirits, I have some things I can pass on to you."

As he spoke, Master Li brought his hand, which had been behind his back, to his front, revealing a small leather booklet.

Chen Hengyi saw the words "Three Methods of Connecting with the Divine" written on the cover.

Master Li handed over the manual, and Chen Hengyi obediently took it. He could tell that it was an ancient book with a tough texture. It wasn't cowhide, but rather the leather of some kind of spirit, and it felt very peculiar to the touch.

Upon opening it, I found it written in traditional Chinese characters, as well as some self-created characters that I couldn't recognize.

Chen Hengyi was somewhat puzzled, so he first invited Master Li in.

Upon entering, Master Li's first act was to bow before the portrait of Emperor Huaguang. He then pulled three purple incense sticks from his sleeve and placed them in the incense burner before saying, "These are some little tricks left behind by the old men of my Li family troupe who used to perform ghost plays. Perhaps they can be of some help to you, Mr. Chen."

Upon hearing this, Chen Hengyi immediately recognized it as a family heirloom and quickly said, "This is far too valuable!"

Master Li waved his hand: "It is an honor to receive such a gift from an elder. Besides, Mr. Chen, you are so generous. After this job is done, my Li family troupe will never perform shady plays again. It would be of no use to us anyway."

Yes, with that large sum of money Chen Hengyi gave us, who would risk their life to play with demons and monsters?

Upon hearing this, Chen Hengyi stopped refusing and said, "How about this, I won't take your things for nothing. I'll buy this booklet for 1000 million, how about that?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Master Li became even more excited, his face flushed. He had only intended to give it away as a gift, perhaps hoping to do someone a favor, but he never expected that this little thing would be worth a full 1000 million.

Without lingering, Chen Hengyi immediately took out his phone and started operating it.

Not long after, Master Li received a transfer record on his phone.

Master Li seemed to get a little too excited for a moment, and he quickly clutched his heart, his face twitching.

Then he quickly took out a nitroglycerin pill and put it in his mouth. After a while, he was able to catch his breath and let out a sigh of relief.

"It's rare that Mr. Chen has taken a liking to me. No matter how many scenes there are, I, this old man, will definitely accompany him to the death," he patted his chest and promised.

Chen Hengyi didn't say anything about it, but instead picked up the "Three Methods of Divine Communication" and asked the other party for advice.

In fact, this was only the second book on opera-related techniques he had come across; the first was naturally the "Fire Play Manual" bestowed upon him by Hua Guang.

He was also curious about what exactly was being discussed.