Shen Huai's feelings were very complicated. He felt immense pressure and didn't know what to say.
Pei Ran, on the other hand, remained calm: "I had someone check for me. If we sign a contract, you, as my agent, can assume guardianship responsibilities."
Hearing him say that, Shen Huai breathed a sigh of relief.
This matter wasn't difficult to handle. Shen Huai had someone send over a contract, and since the other party was Pei Ran, he directly took the highest-level contract. However, to complete this matter, he would have to wait until Pei Ran's identity information was available.
At this moment, Shen Huai took a good look at Pei Ran's face. Although it was so beautiful that it was hard to tell whether she was male or female, it did not make her look weak, but rather gave her a unique charm.
With his agent's keen insight, he quickly realized the huge uproar Pei Ran would cause if he entered the entertainment industry.
He couldn't help but ask, "Do you want to make another movie?"
Pei Ran was reviewing the contract. In the early years, Hong Kong used traditional Chinese characters, so he was somewhat unaccustomed to reading simplified Chinese characters.
Upon hearing Shen Huai's words, he looked up, but unexpectedly hesitated for a moment.
Pei Ran was seriously injured in an accident on set. Although he did not die on the spot, the subsequent rescue brought him a lot of pain. Even though Pei Ran had a strong ability to endure pain, he eventually could not bear it.
This pain was so deep that it was impossible to forget, even in his spiritual state, which is why he developed this cough.
Pei Ran originally thought she didn't want to make movies anymore, but after hearing Shen Huai mention it, she realized that she still had a deep longing for acting.
He still wants to go back to the film set.
For him, movies carry too much weight; letting go is simply impossible.
Hearing Pei Ran's words, Shen Huai was not surprised. A lot of information flashed through his mind, and he had some ideas about Pei Ran's future development.
Pei Ran slowly calmed down and smiled at Shen Huai, saying, "Alright, let's not talk about that now. How are you now? Can you still see those dark figures?"
Pei Ran's words reminded Ye Cang of the time bomb on Shen Huai's body, and he quickly asked, "You said before that you only temporarily sealed A-Huai's Yin-Yang Eyes, does that mean there are still hidden dangers?"
Pei Ran frowned: "His situation is different from that girl's. My understanding of the Yin-Yang Eye is only superficial. We can only find professionals to handle this kind of thing."
This feeling of dashed hopes immediately made Ye Cang feel frustrated.
Pei Ran continued, "However, I do know a few places where I can find someone to help him seal it."
Ye Cang: "..."
He said with a face full of resentment, "Can't you talk without pausing for breath?"
Pei Ran looked completely innocent: "You were just too impatient."
Ye Cang: "..."
He suddenly had a strange feeling that the noble and admirable Boss Pei Ran seemed to have some kind of perverse sense of humor.
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According to Pei Ran, he knew a Taoist priest in his early years who was quite skilled and was said to be practicing in the Dongjiang area. Coincidentally, Shen Huai and Ye Cang had originally planned to go to Fenghua Temple, which was also located in the vicinity of Dongjiang. So the three of them decided to go to Fenghua Temple first.
They arrived early, and the Taoist temple was very quiet. The old Taoist priest who had read their fortunes last time was still lying on his recliner. When he saw the three of them coming over, he jumped up.
"Are you here for face reading or fortune telling?"
Hearing this familiar opening line, Shen Huai and Ye Cang couldn't help but smile. Ye Cang leaned closer and asked, "Daoist Master, do you still recognize me?"
The old Taoist priest put on his reading glasses, looked at the group carefully, and then suddenly realized, "Ah—, it's you!"
The old Taoist priest clearly remembered the two of them. He snorted and said, "Since you two left last time, I have devoted myself to cultivation. My level is now incomparable to what it used to be. Would you two like to have another divination?"
Having gone through so much, Shen Huai already knew that the old Taoist was capable, so he smiled and said, "No, we all know that the Taoist's skills are superb."
Hearing him praise himself like that, the old Taoist priest twitched his mustache smugly, then realized what he meant and asked seriously, "So, what brings you two here today?"
Shen Huai paused for a moment before asking, "Has the Daoist master ever heard of the Yin-Yang Eye?"
The moment he uttered that word, the old man's expression changed instantly. He scrutinized Shen Huai for a long time before whispering, "So that's how it is, so that's how it is."
Ye Cang asked anxiously, "Daoist Master, have you noticed something wrong?"
The old Taoist stroked his beard and said, "This gentleman looks listless, with a bloodshot tinge between his brows. This is from an attack after his previously sealed Yin-Yang Eyes were unsealed. Fortunately, they've been temporarily sealed, so there's no immediate danger. However, if this continues, once the sealing power weakens, I'm afraid..."
The old Taoist's words were similar to what Pei Ran said.
Ye Cang quickly asked, "Then can you reseal it for him?"
The old Taoist priest shook his head, looking apologetic: "I am but a humble Taoist priest, and I am afraid I cannot be of any help."
Just then, Pei Ran, who had been silent until now, asked, "Is your master the True Man Mingjing?"
The old Taoist priest was taken aback for a moment, then nodded: "Yes."
Pei Ran said, "Then may we pay our respects to Master Mingjing and ask him to seal my friend's seal?"
“My master can indeed reseal this gentleman.” The old Taoist scratched his head, but before the others could rejoice, he added, “However, my master has gone on a journey and has not yet returned.”
Everyone frowned.
The old Taoist priest said, "How about I ask my master for you to see where he is now?"
Pei Ran exclaimed in surprise, "I've long heard that Taoists have a technique for transmitting sound over long distances. Could it really be true?"
The old Taoist coughed and whispered, "WeChat voice message..."
The three of them: "..."
They've been exposed to so much feudal superstition lately that they almost forgot the power of science and technology.
The old Taoist priest took out his phone, found Master Mingjing's WeChat, and made a voice call. The call was answered shortly afterward.
However, no one spoke on the other end; instead, there was a clanging sound, like metal striking metal.
Before the old Taoist could even call him "Master," an angry voice came from the other end: "You stinking Taoist! You're playing on your phone while we're having a magical duel? Are you looking down on me?!"
Then, with a loud "bang," the voice call was abruptly ended.
The old Taoist priest dialed again, but no one answered this time.
The old Taoist scratched his head, somewhat embarrassed: "Well, Master's phone is probably broken, so we probably won't be able to contact him for a while..."
None of the three knew what to say.
I initially thought I was lucky to have run into the person in question right away, but I never expected such an unexpected incident to happen.
Ye Cang showed a disappointed expression, but the old Taoist said again: "However, my senior brother happens to be in the temple today. He is exceptionally talented and has profound Taoist skills. If you don't mind, perhaps we can ask him to take a look."
This truly is a case of "when you think you've reached the end of the road, a new path opens up before you."
The old Taoist priest was also very kind and took the three of them directly to the back of the Taoist temple.
Behind the Taoist temple was the residence of the Taoist priests of Fenghua Temple, which looked even more secluded than the front. The three followed the old Taoist priest through the central courtyard, and what came into view was a lush green forest, with a short mountain path leading up to it. They could vaguely see a figure in a Taoist robe on the mountaintop.
The old Taoist priest led the group uphill, and the figure became clearer and clearer.
The group initially assumed the old Taoist was a wise and venerable old Taoist, or at least a middle-aged man, based on the old Taoist's description of him as his senior brother. However, upon closer inspection, they discovered that he was actually a young man in his early twenties.
Moreover, he was sitting cross-legged on the mountaintop at that moment, his hands rapidly waving his phone around.
The old Taoist priest called out softly, "Senior Brother?"
He responded with a cold voice: "Wait until I finish this game."
Ye Cang and Shen Huai: "..."
Why does this Taoist temple seem increasingly unreliable?!
Chapter 144
The young Taoist priest was sitting on a platform that jutted out from the mountainside, about three or four meters above the ground. There was no way up there, and no one knew how he got up there.
The autumn wind blew through the mountains, and the chilly air seeped into his neck. Ye Cang couldn't help but sneeze and tightened his collar.
Three influential figures in the entertainment industry stood silently on the mountain road, listening to the sound effects of a game coming from their phones.
Finally, the young Taoist priest's phone emitted a "victory" sound, signifying victory. Only then did he put the phone back in his pocket and jump down from the mountain.
At such a height, he landed lightly like a nimble cat, without even changing his expression. Only then did he truly resemble a master.
When he stood in front of them, Shen Huai and the others could finally see his face clearly.
He was in his early twenties, with fair skin, his hair styled in a bun, and a somewhat indifferent and aloof expression.
The old Taoist priest quickly went over and said, "Senior brother, there's something I'd like to trouble you with..."
Before he could finish speaking, the young Taoist priest's gaze swept over Shen Huai and the others, and when he looked at Ye Cangshi, his brows furrowed slightly: "Possession of a corpse to return to life?"
Shen Huai and Ye Cang were both shocked. Who would have thought that he could see through Ye Cang's identity at a glance? Based on this skill alone, he was indeed a bit better than the old Taoist.
The young Taoist priest carefully examined Ye Cang from head to toe: "Although it's a case of resurrection through a corpse, it hasn't been tainted by karma. It's quite interesting..."
As he spoke, he walked towards Ye Cang.
The old Taoist priest quickly stopped him: "Senior brother, it's not him..."
The young Taoist priest stopped what he was doing and turned his gaze to Shen Huai and Pei Ran. Finally, he focused on Pei Ran and stared at him for a while. A hint of surprise appeared on his usually icy and indifferent face.
Without saying a word, the young Taoist priest suddenly reached out to grab Pei Ran's wrist. This time, the old Taoist priest didn't have time to stop him, but Pei Ran blocked him.
Although this body is not Pei Ran's original body, it retains his habits and memories, and even the reflexes of his muscles.
Unexpectedly, the young Taoist priest was not giving up. He flipped his hand and grabbed at Pei Ran. Pei Ran took a half step back, but struck the young Taoist priest's wrist with his other hand.
In just a few seconds, the two had already exchanged several blows.
The young Taoist priest's eyes sparkled: "Impressive skill!"
With that, he stopped holding back and charged forward, directly engaging Pei Ran in combat.
Shen Huai and Ye Cang: "..."
The old Taoist priest jumped up and down in a panic: "My senior brother! Why are you fighting with someone!"
The young Taoist priest was so engrossed in the fight that he completely ignored him.
The young Taoist priest was quite skilled, but Pei Ran came from a family of martial arts practitioners and received the most orthodox training from a young age. Although he later went to make movies, he did not give up his martial arts skills.
The two exchanged blows very quickly. Pei Ran was slightly better than the young Taoist priest. He seized the young Taoist priest's weakness and kicked him away. However, he didn't use much force, and the young Taoist priest staggered back a few steps, dissipating the force.
He fought with great gusto, like a cat that had eaten and drunk its fill. His gaze fell condescendingly on Shen Huai, and he snorted, "Just some ghost eyes, it's no big deal!"
Shen Huai: "..."