A voice suddenly came from outside the crowd. I followed the sound and was too shocked to speak.
Everyone looked sideways, and the whole audience was so shocked that they couldn't say a word.
Standing at the end of the crowd was the dead Zhi'an.
Le'an ran down the stage like crazy, jumping up and down with Zhi'an in his arms, and howling soaring into the sky.
Zhi'an was very calm. He just stood in the audience without changing his expression and flicked the fly whisk casually.
"Are you surprised that I'm still alive?"
***'s already gloomy face suddenly turned the color of pig's liver. He pointed at Zhi'an and yelled, "You are a human or a ghost! You won't stop even if you die!"
"Would you like to come and see what I am?"
Zhi'an puffed up his chest slightly: "You have secretly plotted against me, right?"
"You calculated that I am going to have a calamity this year. Po Jun and Tan Lang enter the palace at the same time, which means seven kills. This is a perfect calamity!"
*** gritted his teeth and looked at Zhi'an: "I didn't expect that you wouldn't even die!"
"To be able to escape seven kills, Master Zhi'an is really not an ordinary person!"
Zhi'an smiled and shook his head: "You still haven't reached home yet. You only know the Seven Kills, but you don't know that this year is the new year of the 20th year of the palace."
"With Ziweixing protecting me from behind, what do I have to fear?"
He slowly pointed the whisk at the ***: "Master, I will teach you one more thing."
"When you suffer a calamity, you respond to it. If I take the initiative to die, it is equivalent to passing the calamity of death. This is called the rest of the life after the calamity!"
After saying that, Zhi'an nodded slightly at ***: "Speaking of which, I still have to thank you. Without you, I'm afraid I wouldn't have been able to survive."
"Now that I'm back, shouldn't it be time for you to go?"
"Walk?"
I shook my neck: "He can't leave before things are clearly explained!"
"The poor Taoist will clean up his house today!"
Before he finished speaking, Zhi'an had already stood up from the ground, and the dust in his hand was like an unsheathed sword, sweeping towards his throat.
*** kept retreating on the stage, but Zhi'an clearly had murderous intentions and left no room at all.
Within a few rounds, *** fell to the ground.
Zhi'an tilted his head and looked at him, and slowly put away the fly whisk in his hand: "If you want to be the leader, you are still far away."
After saying that, Zhi'an raised his head and shouted at the top of his head: "Disciples, show up!"
Several figures suddenly appeared on the roof, some old and some young, dressed in different styles. Some were wearing school uniforms, some were carrying hoes, and a few were wearing military coats, looking like migrant workers.
"This is?"
Zhi'an lowered his head and looked at ***: "You are said to be of low moral character, so why don't you refuse to accept it?"
"Don't you see any difference between these people?"
After that, he raised his hand and pointed to the top of his head: "The people staying in Baiyun Palace are all people I hired from outside. They are not Taoist priests at all."
"I pay them monthly expenses, I am the real boss!"
Zhi'an slowly put away the fly whisk, his brows unable to hide his pride: "These are the real Taoist priests of my Baiyun Palace!"
"They just disguised themselves as ordinary people and guarded my grave."
Before he finished speaking, the people on the roof had already landed on the ground. The strong figures looked like they had been specially trained.
Zhi'an nodded with satisfaction and took out his mobile phone: "Come on, settle the accounts for this month, and then you can go."
For a time, Zhi'an seemed to be a professional businessman, scanning QR codes to pay for people one by one.
Ten minutes later, all the fake Taoist priests in the courtyard were gone.
Le An immediately looked up to the sky and smiled, walked step by step in front of the ***, raised his hand and slapped the *** in circles.
"You never would have imagined that in the entire Taoist temple, you are the only one who knows nothing, and everyone is acting with you. I'm afraid you are too involved in the drama!"
*** regained his composure and covered his face with one hand: "You are really sinister! Can you think of this method?"
"There is no other way. To deal with villains, you have to use villain methods." Zhi'an looked at me proudly: "I learned this from you."
I laughed and said, "I thought you were really dead. Who would have thought that you could escape from the golden cicada?"
Suddenly, *** stood up and was about to climb over the wall, but saw that one leg had already climbed over the wall.
Le'an's eyes were red, and after a few runs, he flew up with a kick, hitting his waist in the middle.
