Haiqiu arranges his robes.

Zhang Ping'an stood on his left hand, and Bochen stood on his right hand.

There were a few electric lights upstairs, but the light was not too bright.

The villagers all gathered around this limited open space and surrounded the altar in it.

At this time, more villagers are curious, curious about the layout of the site, curious about what is about to happen.

"Heavenly Master, the villagers are ready, it's time to start!"

The old village chief said loudly to Zhang Ping'an.

At this moment, the old village chief seems to have been looking forward to it for a long time, and he wants to completely end the bad luck of Qingzhu Village.

Haiqiu Dao Chang was a little nervous and glanced at Zhang Ping'an.

Zhang Ping'an was actually a little apprehensive, after all, he didn't know what would happen later.

At that time in Huangni Village, all the undead that appeared were expected by him.

It also produces illusions, but it is the undead, and it actually has a spiritual impact on people.

However, it cannot cause substantial harm.

But this time it's completely different, if the illusion is one or two people fall into, there are also sober humans around you.

But if it is collective, the whole village has fallen into the illusion, and even the three mages have entered the illusion together.

What may happen is impossible for Zhang Ping'an to predict.

“……”

Haiqiu Daoist looked at Zhang Ping'an, waiting for the Heavenly Master to speak.

Since it is already planned to be engaged, and it has reached this point.

Zhang Ping'an looked around at the villagers, and the faces of more than 100 villagers were full of determination.

"Heavenly Master, let's start!"

"Heavenly Master, we believe in you!"

"Heavenly Master, the bad luck of Qingzhu Village has also come to an end."

The firm faces are full of past loneliness and helplessness.

Under the shadow of oppression and long-term shadows, people finally glimpsed a glimmer of light in the infinite darkness.

But where there is light, no one wants to give up.

Moreover, it is about their future generations.

No one wants that the next innocent person is their own relatives, their own blood.

Spend a life in a muddy state, although the life of cattle and horses in the prosperous age cannot escape.

But at least you can live a peaceful and healthy life.

Seeing countless pairs of firm eyes, Zhang Ping'an sighed in his heart.

It's like a healer who meets a patient with a tumor in his head.

If the operation, which is an adventure, may leave the patient to become a fool during the operation, or even die.

If this surgery had not been done, the patient would have been alive.

It's just that there is something in the head, which does not cause it, but reminds the patient all the time.

In this way, it directly affects the quality of life, always living in the shadow of the tumor, and living is also a life without quality.

The healer must not only cure the disease, but also redeem the sick psychologically.

"Let's get started!"

Zhang Ping'an finally hesitated for a long time, nodded and agreed with Haiqiu Daoist to start the method to drive away bad luck for Qingzhu Village.

Candles are lit, incense is burned, and paper is burned.

In the light of the incandescent lamp, the light of the flame was added, imprinted on the faces of longing.

At the moment, even the children and even the dogs in the village are unusually quiet.

are expecting the results they imagined.

Haiqiu Dao Chang began to speak, and there were words in his mouth, but people couldn't understand them.

Only the last four words were heard, "Immeasurable Heavenly Venerable".

"Poof!"

Haiqiu blew out in one breath, and the talisman in his hand ignited instantly.

Everyone saw that the rune paper held by the Haiqiu Daoist in his right hand turned into ashes, and the Haiqiu Daoist instantly sweated on his forehead.

It was at a speed visible to the naked eye that I could see fine sweat on the forehead of Haiqiu Dao.

Haiqiu Dao Chief's eyes showed horror, and his hands trembled, as if he was fighting against something.

This scene is shocking.

The ashes of the fingering paper were shattered by the night breeze, then swirled and rose up.

Involuntarily, everyone's eyes stared at the rune paper in the light, and slowly rose.

"Don't stare at the ashes, don't stare at the ashes!"

Zhang Ping'an also suddenly found that Haiqiu Dao Chang's body was upright, his legs seemed to be bearing a thousand catties of force, and his hands were also bearing huge strength.

His body and limbs trembled.

Zhang Ping'an was shocked, he didn't expect that the power of the backlash was so huge.

"Don't look at the ashes, look at me."

Zhang Ping'an shouted, but even the dust on the other side didn't seem to hear Zhang Ping'an's call.

"Bah......"

Zhang Ping'an roared, however, he still couldn't stop what was about to happen.

“……”

Zhang Ping'an was stunned and couldn't help but glance at the rising ashes.

"Smack."

It seemed to be the sound of a short circuit in the circuit, and at the moment when Zhang Ping'an looked at the ashes, the light flashed in front of him.

The morning sun shines on a green bamboo village.

The morning breeze blows a large field of green bamboo on the mountain behind, making the sound of rustling bamboo leaves rubbing.

The lazy rooster crows a late alarm.

The dogs in the village, barking in the midst of playing.

The farmer with a hoe on his shoulder, followed by a loyal yellow dog, patrolled his master's crops on the stalks in the fields.

Smoke curled up.

All this has created a beautiful picture of the countryside in the early morning.

Zhang Ping'an looked at this peaceful rural scene and smiled slightly, but fortunately there was no terrifying picture.

It's just the peaceful Qingzhu Village, and the illusion is nothing more than that.

Zhang Ping'an stood in front of the one-room room, looking at everything he saw.

"Hills!?"

"Dust?!"

Zhang Ping'an looked around and shouted the names of Haiqiu Daoist and Bochen.

Zhang Ping'an is sober-minded, they are doing things in Qingzhu Village.

However, in front of a house, there were no hills, no dust, not even villagers.

It's night, but how can it be a sunny morning?

Zhang Ping'an was distressed and could only look for it.

"Ms. Lin?"

"Brother Liu?"

Zhang Ping'an shouted again, this trip to Qingzhu Village.

Liu Yue and Lin Meng are still shouldering the program of the Chinese culture tour, and as far as the eye can see, even the two of them are gone.

On the opposite side is Li Meng's home.

The courtyard, which was originally bustling for a short time, was very quiet.

Li Meng's house was also full of smoke, as if nothing had happened.

Zhang Ping'an stopped, the Qingzhu Village in front of him was still the Qingzhu Village he saw when he came, and there was no change.

Before Zhang Ping'an left a house, he walked on the path in the field, opposite Li Meng's house, he had to go and see.

"Brother Liu, how can this be?"

Lin Meng looked around and saw that it was not a dark night, but a clear morning.

"What did you say?"

Liu Yue was carrying the camera, completely unaware of what Lin Meng was talking about?

"We were doing things in front of a house? Did you forget? ”

Lin Meng looked at Liu Yue in shock, looking at Liu Yue like a fool.

"Are you sick?"

Liu Yue looked at Lin Meng in surprise, looking at Lin Meng like a neuropath.

Liu Yue and Lin Meng have been working together for a long time, and they have been filming Zhang Ping'an for many days, so they are familiar people.

But this time, all of a sudden, he became a stranger.

This shocked Lin Meng.

"Sure enough, it's a fantasy."

Lin Meng muttered, she was sure that she was also in the illusion, but her memory and mind were clearer than Liu Yue.

"I'm not sick, I'm just here for that ......"

Lin Meng coped shyly.

(End of chapter)