Sensing the sudden awakening, Miss Long'er returned to the inner building of the spirit boat.
Malu said: "With our own strength, we may not be able to take His Highness with us."
Their golden elixir monks were flying away with all their strength, but the body of the foundation-building monks couldn't bear it, so they needed to slow down.
With this slowdown, we still don't know what will happen on the way. The escape speed of the monks in the early stage of foundation building is not an exaggeration to say that they can climb on the clouds, not as good as flying with a sword.
"You need to transfer to Yang City first, and then take a large spiritual boat to arrive at Wanfa Zongfang City. This way you can save time and hide among pedestrians."
Malu unfolded the map in his hand.
The Demon Sect doesn't need to think about it, so the only place left is Yangcheng. Yangcheng's large spiritual boats extend in all directions, allowing them to reach Wanfa Sect as quickly as possible.
Moreover, the large spiritual boat has Golden Core monks on board, so it can be safer.
"Maybe we can ask Yangcheng..."
Hearing Ye Ling's words, Malu shook his head and said: "The king said that Yangcheng will be too busy taking care of itself in the next few decades and will not be able to protect His Highness's growth. Furthermore, when Your Highness grows up, do you want to help Yangcheng?"
"At that time, there will be another smoke."
"Only Wanfa Sect is most suitable for His Highness's growth."
"This is also what the king expects."
Malu's reasons convinced her, but that was not the case. It should be said that she also believed in Tu Shanjun's judgment. She looked dark and asked in a daze: "Can Daheishan win this time?"
Regardless of whether Daheishan won or not, they were not involved, but were arranged to escort Tushan Jinghong.
The mainstay is missing by less than half. Just think about it and you will know what kind of pressure the people guarding the mountain will face.
Malu did not answer immediately. He actually wanted to say he could win, but that was too blind. He was not a blind person. He looked up at the sky, looked back, and whispered softly: "Your Majesty will not lie to us."
Or is this plan more robust?
Yangcheng is not far from Wanfa Sect, so they don't need to be worried all the way.
The only thing you need to worry about is whether their whereabouts will be exposed.
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There is something strange about the sky here.
There are two suns in the sky.
The light emitted is not too hot.
On this day, a shooting star appeared during the day.
It flashed in the sky and disappeared at an extremely fast speed.
It made all the monks think that some earth-shattering treasure had appeared.
In fact, the light only lasts for a moment, and then there is no guidance anymore.
There was no shortage of monks chasing treasures who caught up with them.
It's a pity that they can't see clearly what kind of treasure it is, and when they want to look for it, it's like looking for a needle in a haystack, and there is no feedback when their spiritual consciousness is released.
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Jishanling.
The poor Taoist who was repairing the Taoist temple finally got down from the ladder with his robe. The new wood nailed on was like a new patch on an old clothes. It was out of place and looked a little funny.
If you don't repair it, it won't work. If you don't repair it, the Taoist temple will leak, and it will be difficult when it's windy and rainy.
Therefore, a patch is just a patch. After all, it is a place where you can settle down and live without having to sleep in the open. It is much better than those wild Taoist priests who need to wander around.
Looking at the two shining suns in the sky, the fallen Taoist wiped his sweat and said, "The weather is getting hot again. Why don't we change the Taoist robe to keep us cooler?"
He just dared to think about it.
How could he change the Taoist robe at his own initiative? When the time comes, his master would be so angry that he would crawl out of the grave and would have to hammer himself twice before he could lie back down.
Whether he will be saved or not when the time comes is another difficult question.
When he was thinking about the problem, the grunting sound made the poor Taoist even more embarrassed.
"The Temple of the Five Internal Organs is performing again. This is the most important question."
The destitute Taoist sighed and didn't know where he should go to beg for alms today. Although he knew some Taoist techniques, wild ghosts from all over the country had already been caught and he could earn enough money for him.
He is not the kind of evil person who raises little devils, so it is inevitable that he will sit on the wax.
"If I had known better, I would have caught less."
"In the language of the imperial court, how should I put it, raising bandits has self-respect, yes, raising bandits has self-respect." The down-and-out Taoist shrugged. He shouldn't be so diligent. Others don't spend money, so there is no need to catch ghosts and save them.
In a remote and impoverished country, no one had enough food to spare and they were always begging for alms. The Taoist himself felt very sorry for this.
His martial arts skills are so poor that even hunting is a problem.
Picking up the green fruit that he had just offered in the morning, the Taoist wiped it with his sleeve and took a bite.
Tomato Novel
He grimaced in pain, but he could only endure it in order to satisfy his hunger.
"Taoist, Taoist!"
"Taoist Priest Chixuan."
Before the figure could be seen, the shouts had already arrived. After a while, a somewhat clumsy-looking banker appeared out of breath from the path, holding on to the door frame, out of breath.
Chi Xuan calmed down his expression, looking like an outsider, and said calmly: "Ma Wu, what's the matter?"
Ma Wu calmed down and said anxiously: "Master Taoist, it's not good, Mr. Zhou got up."
"Master Zhou?" Chi Xuan was slightly stunned, thinking about that man.
He remembered what happened.
Seven days ago, the Zhou family invited him to chant sutras and be saved. He went down the mountain with the mentality of helping others and having enough food. There was no such problem at that time.
He carefully looked at the feng shui of the Zhou family and the place where the body was buried.
Logically speaking, it shouldn't change just because of a few days.
Or just pick up the corpse.
Raising the corpse means that the corpse has been transformed and may turn into a zombie at any time, and many people will die by then.
After thinking carefully, he took another bite of the green fruit.
Take this bite.
Chi Xuan's face twitched, and the corners of his eyes narrowed unconsciously.
He still underestimated the sourness of the green fruit, and he felt like his mouth was full of sour water now. Without further delay, and this was not the time to think about these details, Chi Xuan turned to the temple and said, "Take the magic weapon for me."
After picking up the magic weapon and carrying the baggage, Chi Xuan followed Ma Wu all the way down the mountain along the path.
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"What should I do?"
The eldest son of the Zhou family was as anxious as an ant on a hot pot, but they didn't dare to get close. They only dared to huddle in the pergola, leaving the heavy coffin scattered on the ground, while Mr. Zhou, who was wearing a shroud in the coffin, sat up straight.
Mr. Zhou's face was pale, and his empty eyes were staring straight ahead.
The coffin bearers lay on the ground one by one and did not dare to get up. Those who came to mourn were so frightened that they started to cry.
A large group of people huddled in the shed.
Even the two big suns in the sky could not dispel the coldness in their hearts.
"Dad, you died because of your old age, don't scare us."
"Dad, just lie back obediently."
"..."
The filial sons and grandsons of the Zhou family whispered one by one, kneeling on the ground and kowtowing, for fear that Mr. Zhou, who had already sat up, would jump out of the coffin.
"The Taoist priest is here!"
Ma Wu's loud voice sounded, and everyone started shouting as if they had been granted amnesty.
"Taoist Master, help me."
"Taoist Priest..."
The voices of crying for father and mother came one after another, and one by one they hurriedly came out of the shed and crowded towards Chi Xuan.
"Taoist Master, you are finally here."
The eldest son of the Zhou family hurriedly stepped forward: "My father looks like this now..."
Chi Xuan took out a small abacus, shook it in his hand, and then calculated: "Thirty coins for catching ghosts, a hundred coins for monsters, and another calculation for suppressing zombies."
"An extra tael will be added to save the corpse. If the corpse is not needed, then it will only be counted as the cost of suppressing the zombies."
Mr. Zhou quickly said: "We must preserve the body."
Taoist Chixuan nodded and walked towards the coffin.
When he came just now, he had already seen the abnormality of this corpse. It didn't look like a simple corpse transformation, but rather like evil spirit entering the body and causing the corpse to become demonized.
The corpse transforms because a mouthful of yang energy brews in the throat and finally forms the mana that drives the corpse.
But demonization is different.
In just a few days, the corpse has basically turned into a demon. All it takes is a mouthful of blood to wake up the corpse and revive the corpse demon.
Such terrifying contagion is by no means a simple thing.
"Fortunately it's daytime, but it would be troublesome at night."
Chi Xuandu muttered, put down his baggage, set up the altar ceremony, used a whisk to wash away the dust from his Taoist robe, and then lit three pillars of incense.
He stepped on the Seven-Star Gangstep and waved the mahogany sword in his hand.
He picked up the talisman on the table and poured his meager mana into it.
"Drive away evil spirits!"
The talisman immediately burned into flames.
The light began to continuously draw away the evil spirit attached to the corpse.
Chi Xuan's eyes widened.
This talisman took him half a day to work, but it only dissipated 10% of the evil spirit on the corpse. If he finally removed it, wouldn't he be bankrupted?
I can't take this job.
Even if he doesn't eat, he can still feed himself with wild fruits. Without the talisman, he won't feel safe at all with just this little magic power.
"Mr. Zhou, this matter is very troublesome. If Pindao takes action, it will cost a lot, so you should hire someone else." Chi Xuan put away the wooden sword and slightly cupped his hand. He had tried his best, but he really couldn't do it.
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"Taoist Priest, I have some silver, ten taels of silver."
"This is not a matter of money. Pindao, these talismans and magic weapons need to be accumulated over time. If they are all used on your late father, how can you solve the problems for other villagers?"
Mr. Zhou gritted his teeth and said, "One hundred taels."
He doesn't care if other people's problems can be solved. If his father's problem cannot be solved, after the zombies transform, the zombies will definitely kill those who are related by blood first.
"It's really not about money." Chi Xuan was about to pack his things.
Now that the corpse has turned into a demon, the corpse cannot be burned even with ordinary wood.
He could only wait for the government to respond and ask more powerful people to handle the matter. Anyway, with his current wealth, it would be more than worth the loss to lose all of it.
"Taoist Priest, please take a step to speak."
Mr. Zhou struggled for a long time, then lowered his voice and said: "As long as you can solve this matter, I will give you the treasure."
"baby?"
"Yes, I suspect that thing is the reason why my father's body was raised."
Chi Xuan looked at Mr. Zhou in confusion.
"The day before yesterday, something suddenly fell from the sky and landed in my yard. I couldn't tell what it was, but whenever I got close to it, I felt extremely cold. Even young and strong people couldn't get close."
"That was the day the problem occurred with my father's body."
Hearing Master Zhou say this, Chi Xuan's face was quite calm, but he was already shouting in his heart: "What a treasure!"
This chapter has been completed!