"Master, look, the old monk took the little monk to the depths." Zixu sent a voice.

Old Dao Lin calculated with his fingers, and his eyebrows suddenly frowned.

"Traveling a little novice monk in the extreme yin land? What is the purpose?"

"Ah? The place of the extreme Yin? Master, aren't they going to die?"

Zixu asked in confusion.

Old Dao Lin's eyes froze and he patted Zixu's head.

"There must be something strange, let's follow."

Zixu was stunned when he heard this and blinked in confusion.

"Hey? Do we ignore the uncle?"

"I can't die, otherwise there will be only one paper doll asking for help? If you really feel sorry for it, just turn around and burn more paper money for him."

Zixu curled the corner of his mouth and quickly followed Old Dao Lin.

If Uncle Master really dies, he will definitely be cursed to death by Master!

Uncle Master, you must leave. I will burn paper money for you in the future, and it will be fine as much as you want.

There are injustice and debts, and there are masters. All of this is what the master wants. If you become a ghost, don’t look for me!

"Zi Xu, what are you chanting?"

Old Dao Lin turned his head and urged Zixu to keep muttering.

"Uh... nothing. I will recite the Sutra of Saving People to Uncle Master first."

Zixu said embarrassedly.

"...Don't spend that effort. He will go to hell if he recites it or not."

Old Dao Lin and Zixu each posted a hidden talisman, and followed with a restrained breath.

On the other side, Cheng Fan quickly passed through the mountains, killing more than ten blood corpses one after another, and clearing out the eastern mountains.

Most of these blood corpses maintained their appearance during their lifetime and were wearing Yang Xiuguan’s Taoist robe.

Judging from their strength level, it is probably only at the late stage of Qi training.

In Li Xiuyang's memory, his master and junior brother were both refined into blood corpses by him, and his strength was close to the late stage of foundation building.

But Cheng Fan searched for nearly half an hour and saw no trace of them.

Just as Cheng Fan was about to expand his search scope again, a stream of light flew over and fell into his hands.

It was a messaging talisman sent from the evening of the year, and invited Cheng Fan to the clouds to talk.

Cheng Fan put away the messaging talisman and walked directly with his sword, and his figure instantly sank into the sky.

...

"My friend, I have killed thirty-two blood corpses, and the northern mountains have been cleared!"

Before Cheng Fan could reach the three of them, he could hear Lao Long's loud voice from a distance.

Cheng Fan bowed his hand and smiled and said, "Thank you three seniors for your hard work."

"What's the point of asking for nothing?"

The old dragon proudly picked up a dragon's beard.

Niansuixi smiled and said, "I have also cleared the south side. I have checked it back and forth several times, and there are no mistakes."

"Hey! The west side has also been cleared. Thanks to fellow Taoist Nian, if he hadn't helped him, my old waist would have been almost broken."

The Kitchen God rubbed his old waist, looking tired, and the incense around him became much lighter than before.

Cheng Fan was slightly stunned. Will the incense god feel tired?

The God of Land, the God of City, the Kitchen God...

In the past, when Cheng Fan saw them, he seemed to be full of energy and full of energy.

Cheng Fan suddenly remembered the first incense god he met, the old mountain god in Wuzhenshan.

The old mountain god wearing a simple linen cloth dress and hunched over, exuded a twilight aura all over his body.

At that time, the incense aura on Lao Shan God was extremely weak, which meant that he had reached the end.

The Kitchens Prince's move tonight must have consumed a lot of incense and wishes.

Thinking of this, Cheng Fan immediately felt awe.

The Kitchen God seemed to see the change in Cheng Fan's eyes, and smiled openly, with a bit of teasing tone.

"I am so happy that I can't help but accept my old age, especially the waist strength is really worse than before."

Cheng Fan: "...I'll bake two skewers for you to replenish your waist when I go back."

"Hey! That relationship is good! It needs to be supplemented."

Everyone burst into laughter when they heard this.

After joking, Cheng Fan took the initiative to talk about the monks and Taoist priests he met.

Nian Sui Xi raised his eyebrows, "So many people come to join in the fun? Do you think they are the same as ours?"

Cheng Fan shook his head, "It has been more than a day or two for Li Xiuyang to put the blood corpse here. It is no surprise that it will be discovered sooner or later."

"The Taoist priest was simple in his mind and came to investigate zombies, but the old monk's purpose was unknown, so I couldn't see through him."

Hearing this, Lao Long hugged his chest with his hands and smiled, "These guys don't come sooner or later, but they just bumped into us. Is it really such a coincidence?"

The Kitchen God had a teasing smile on the corner of his mouth, and Nianxi also showed a smile-like expression.

Seeing the cramped smiles on their faces, Cheng Fan didn't understand that they had been teased by them.

They must have mastered something they don't know.

Cheng Fan pretended to be unaware of it and nodded seriously: "It's really a coincidence."

"No, how could you think this way? Where can such a coincidence happen in this world?"

Lao Long was so anxious that he scratched his ears and headed, and secretly poked Cheng Fan.

"Think about what day it is?"

Upon hearing this, Cheng Fan nodded thoughtfully, and the old dragon immediately cast an expectant look at Cheng Fan.

Is this word already coming out?

Say it out, just say it out!

"Kindergarten starts? No, how many weeks will there be."

The old dragon was speechless.

I don’t think about where you are now, but I still miss your little cotton jacket here?

"It has nothing to do with Xiao Nannan. I'll give you a tip, the answer is related to the festival."

"That's the Chinese Valentine's Day."

"No, not! Guess it later, it's related to the astrological signs."

Cheng Fan shook his head repeatedly.

"I can't guess."

"Did you not think of anything if you are so yin energy?"

No matter how Lao Long hints Cheng Fan, he just goes to the wrong place to guess.

Niansui Xi looked at the pair of live treasures with a funny look and said, "Old Long, don't keep it in a silence. Haven't you seen it yet? Xiao Cheng is teasing you!"

Lao Long slapped his head and glared at Cheng Fan.

"You boy, you obviously guessed that he still pretended to be garlic with me!"

Cheng Fan touched his nose and smiled, "I just vaguely guessed something. Tonight is the full moon night, and the yin energy will indeed be stronger than usual. I just don't know what this has to do with other fellow Taoists coming here?"

Niansui smiled and explained: "Mid-Autumn Festival is approaching, and the moon at night is getting rounder."

"There is a big rice dumpling buried in this mountain. As the moonlight it absorbs more and more, it becomes more restless. Calculate the days, it will be almost today and tomorrow. This is the purpose of their trip."

"So that's it...wait, big rice dumplings?"

This zongzi is obviously not a zongzi that people eat.

It's a man-eating zombie!

Cheng Fan's eyes were fixed and he asked, "Is it a real zombie? Not a blood corpse refined by Li Xiuyang?"
Chapter completed!