Please control me, my divine being!

Chapter 93 The Great Evil Exorcism

Prince's Mansion Pavilion.

The silver charcoal inside the stove burned silently.

Zhou Qing turned his palm over and over, looking at the play sheet left by Su Tangyu.

This vulgar art, known as "Mandarin Duck Actress," is actually performed using opera masks.

This reminded him of the Fan brothers that Li Qinghe had met outside Lianshan City. The two seemed to be able to empathize with each other and convey information in a timely manner, but they were unable to share their power with others. He wondered which path they were on.

Although this mundane technique has many limitations, it can be used by two unrelated people.

It can only be said that each has its own strengths and weaknesses.

"Young master, although Miss Su said there was no danger, who can say for sure when it comes to matters involving ghosts and spirits? Why don't I take over?" Green Plum volunteered from the side.

There was no fear in her eyes.

Zhou Qing had already spotted the green plum many times with his discerning eye, and had also personally inspected and inquired about it.

After getting to know her from all sides, Green Plum is indeed an ordinary person.

It's not just green plum blossoms.

None of the servants or guards in the palace showed any signs of cultivation.

The only person Zhou Qing was 80-90% certain of being a cultivator was Song Lin. This guy claimed to be a martial arts master, but what kind of martial arts master is he?

The masters in the marketplace and the martial arts world are all people who follow the path of cultivation, such as Li Qinghe and Shen Cishuang.

"Aren't you scared?" Zhou Qing asked.

Green Plum bowed her head: "Of course I'm afraid, but besides taking care of your daily needs, I also have to protect your safety!"

Protect safety.

Outside the Prince's Palace was the Guard Commandery, which commanded over a thousand elite bannermen.

The Prince's mansion is guarded by fully armored guards and has expert advisors like Song Lin. If a powerful assassin were to bypass the guards and reach him, he would only be facing a monster who has mastered multiple paths of cultivation.

Now, Zhou Qing can easily shatter an entire thick wall with a casual punch, without consciously restraining himself, and can easily crush a bluestone the size of a water vat into powder.

Beneath the loose silk robes lay a muscular body, impervious to swords and spears.

"Let me do it. I want to try Master Su's amazing skills myself."

Zhou Qing first used his keen eye to observe the scene but found nothing. Then, even with his level three spiritual sense, he did not detect any danger, so there should be no problem.

He slowly put the mask on his face.

A dull, hazy feeling washed over me.

Zhou Qing vaguely sensed that he was on a main street, but he couldn't see his surroundings clearly. He just felt that Su Tangyu was right next to him.

"Your Highness, I am now walking towards Manager Qian's courtyard, and it will take about half an hour to get there."

On the carriage.

Su Tangyu also wore a mask, but the mask gradually blended into her skin and flesh, slowly sinking into her cheeks until it disappeared.

She sensed that the prince was watching her, and a slight unease settled in her heart.

"Yes, go ahead."

Zhou Qing's voice echoed in his heart.

Su Tangyu's cheeks flushed slightly. After learning the [Mandarin Duck Dance], she had only used it on stage with her own sister. Now, it was the first time she had used it with a man, and the strange feeling in her heart was even stronger.

This folk art originated from a couple.

One of them ascended to the divine path and created this secular art, intending to communicate with his lover who was still in the human world.

However, the final result was not a romantic love story.

This legendary figure, who rose from the path of an actor to godhood, unintentionally caused the death of his partner, eventually went insane, disappeared without a trace, received no offerings, and it is unknown whether he died or vanished.

"snort!"

A cold snort suddenly exploded in Su Tangyu's mind, interrupting the ripples in her heart.

The Nuo mask he was carrying began to tremble again, but not as violently as before. It must have been dealt with multiple times, so it became more compliant.

"Father, the Su family troupe has already established itself in Jiang'an. What do you have to say now?" Su Tangyu's tone became lighter. "You old fogies are too stubborn. Once I've fully developed my Nuo mask, I'll go back and seek revenge on the Five Immortals Sect sooner or later."

The Nuo mask around her waist trembled, and a voice echoed in her mind: "It's nothing more than cooking oil over a raging fire. The prince can elevate you with just a few words, but once he gets what he wants from you, he can also bring you down to the dust."

When you're happy, it's a bright pearl; when you're disappointed, it's a worn-out shoe.

Many women were kept in the deep palace and lived out their lives in loneliness.

Moreover, how can we, ordinary people from the streets, associate with those in the imperial court?

Besides, since you've received his favor, you must also bear the consequences. Can you handle that? Listen to your father, don't get too deeply involved yet; stop now."

Nuo Mian's tone softened considerably.

The other ancestors and elders on the beach also spoke earnestly: "Yes, we watched you grow up, how could we harm you?"

"Let's find a martial arts expert to marry, have children, and then talk about succession."

"They are of noble birth, how could they possibly look down on you? And yet you still fawn over them, aren't you just tarnishing your own reputation?"

Su Tangyu automatically ignored those sarcastic and mocking remarks.

At first, she felt a little embarrassed and annoyed, but now she's gotten used to it and her nerves have thickened considerably.

These beaches have an extremely stubborn character, a stark contrast to their appearance in life.

But her father's words caught her attention: "What cause and effect? ​​Father, you might as well explain it more clearly."

"Ah, Qian Siliang often came to the opera troupe to curry favor with the Prince of Ning. He not only gave generously money, but also helped the opera troupe promote itself, making the opera troupe owe him a favor."

If you don't get involved with Prince Ning's heir, he won't know you, let alone implicate you.

Now that he's in trouble, aren't you unable to refuse because you owe him a favor?

This is cause and effect!

Su Tangyu frowned and shook her head, saying, "If I want to advance and make further progress on my path, dealing with these people is unavoidable. Besides, I have been taken care of by the young master, so it is only right that I do so. You don't need to persuade me anymore."

The carriage creaked along the road, and the Nuo mask fell silent once more.

A short while later, they arrived at the residential area in the south of the city.

The area is still surrounded by city walls, with a white wall several meters high forming a line that separates it from the civilian area in the north of the city. Although it is not as good as the area where the Prince Ning's mansion is located, the streets are still clean and the public security is good, with constables patrolling at all times.

The carriage turned through several streets and stopped at the Qian family compound.

"Your Highness, I've arrived at the Qian residence. Can you see me?" Su Tangyu handed the carriage to a servant of the Qian residence and asked in her mind, using the effect of the [Mandarin Duck Melody].

When the "Mandarin Duck Actors" were first used, she and her sister were on stage, no more than ten meters apart.

Now that they're so far apart, she's not sure if it will still be effective.

"Hmm, barely acceptable."

Zhou Qing's calm voice echoed in her heart, giving her certainty.

At this moment, Zhou Qing felt as if he were dreaming. Everything around him was based on real things, and he had a somewhat hazy and blurry feeling, unable to see things very clearly.

However, the conversation between Su Tangyu and the servants of the Qian family could be heard clearly.

The Qian family mansion is a large courtyard with three courtyards and three entrances.

Led by a servant, Su Tangyu soon arrived at Qian Siliang's family home.

A middle-aged woman, though quite old, still possessed a charming allure, stood beside a girl in a pale yellow dress with a scholarly air.

"Madam Qian, Sister Ruomeng," Su Tangyu greeted the two.

The two people had tear stains on their faces and red eyes, clearly having just cried. In the room behind them, several people could be heard talking.

Push the door open and go inside.

Qian Siliang lay on the bed, unconscious.

The heads of the second and third branches of the Qian family were also nearby.

An elderly doctor sat in front of the hospital bed, shaking his head repeatedly: "The reason why Manager Qian is unconscious and getting thinner every day is quite complicated, and I cannot cure him."

"Don't the doctors at your herbal medicine shop claim to cure all diseases?"

"This is not an illness, and it is truly incurable. If you really want to save Manager Qian, you will need to find a master."

The doctor, with a pointed remark, hurriedly left the room after saying this.

Qian Siliang's two brothers also looked worried.

The Qian family's business was built up by the eldest brother. Now, a month has passed, and the business is constantly being suppressed by competitors. The situation that they finally managed to establish in Jiang'an is about to be destroyed, but the two of them are completely helpless.

As Su Tangyu entered, Madam Qian exchanged a few words with the people in the room before leading them away, leaving Su Tangyu ample space.

She closed the door, lit incense and candles, and took out a Nuo mask from her cloak, explaining in her mind, "Your Highness, Manager Qian must be possessed by an evil spirit, but I don't know what kind."

The deity worshipped by the Su family, who were actors, was called "Da Nuo".

They held the power to exorcise ghosts and plagues, ward off evil and bring good fortune. Nuo opera evolved from the Nuo dance of ancient shamans.

However, a proper Nuo opera requires a chief priest to play the role of Fangxiangshi, twelve assistant priests to play the role of the twelve divine beasts, and one hundred and twenty dancers wearing black headscarves to strike the ground with sticks.

This is a ritual formation used by the Su family ancestors, which they only performed once.

However, now, with just a little help from the Nuo mask, I should be able to resolve Manager Qian's evil deeds.

Su Tangyu explained it in great detail.

Besides letting Zhou Qing understand the world of cultivators, it also served to demonstrate his own value.

After explaining, she bit her finger and drew a prayer totem on her face. After finishing, she drew it again on the Nuo face with her blood.

Then she put on the mask and opened her mouth to pray.

The singing from his mouth was melodious and lingering, carrying a sense of vastness and eternity: "The mighty heavens shine upon the earth below."

As the year drew to a close, evil spirits roamed freely.

By virtue of divine power, enter my Nuo mask.

Sweep away evil and cleanse away misfortune.

"Gods, return! Gods, descend!"

As the sound faded, a crack suddenly appeared on the Nuo mask.

Followed by.

The room seemed to be isolated by some force, and the Qian family members, separated by a door, could not detect anything unusual.

Zhou Qing, however, who was inside the Jiang'an Prince's Mansion, clearly sensed it.

In his hazy perception, everything in the room distorted—the chairs, benches, screens, paintings, and Su Tangyu's body.

Their bodies were stretched and twisted by some enormous, unknown force, like noodles.

Only Qian Siliang, who was lying in the hospital bed, remained unchanged.

But from his body, an irregular object emitting black smoke was pulled out by this force.

This creature, composed of black mist, was covered in eerie black mist on the outside, but inside were human faces, sewn together into a large pancake.

Evil!

Su Tangyu's voice echoed in his mind.

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