"Damn bald donkey, this is my junior brother! You see, this level of cultivation is something you, an old guy, won't be able to catch up with even if you practice for decades!"
"Your junior brother? Why didn't I listen to what you said before? Are you trying to put money on your face?"
"Humph, I know you, a bald donkey, don't have nice things to say! I get angry when I see you, so why would I say more to you?"
Four eyes and Ikkyu kept bickering.
Jiale and the girl next to Master Yixiu all turned their heads and saw a figure coming from a distance. Although it was walking, the speed was not slow at all. In a daze, the figure walked dozens of feet.
Wearing a long gown and an ancient bell hanging from his waist, he looked young but had a certain aura of power. Jia Le quickly looked away and was slightly amazed in his heart. For a moment, he was impressed by the temperament of the person in front of him.
The girl next to Ikkyu was slightly stunned. She followed Ikkyu as he walked south and north, but she had never seen such a person who was out of the world.
"Junior brother, you're finally here. How about it? Is the scenery here better than Lin Jiu's?" He looked up to the sky with his eyes and nostrils, filled with pride.
In terms of cultivation, he can't compare to Lin Fengjiao, but in terms of other things, his eyesight is not bad at all.
Where in Yizhuang in Renjia Town can he be as good as his paradise?
"It is surrounded by mountains and rivers, quiet and peaceful. Senior brother, this is indeed a blessed place." Jing Zhou replied, then looked at Master Yixiu and asked, "Senior brother, I wonder who this master is?"
Simu said angrily: "This old guy's name is Ikkyu, he's not a good guy."
"Amitabha, poor monk Yixiu, this is my disciple Qingqing." Master Yixiu just started to speak, and slapped Jiale on the head with his four eyes, interrupting Master Yixiu, "You brat, what are you doing standing still here? I haven't seen you before.
Uncle Master!"
"Oh, uncle!" Jiale stepped forward and saluted, but he didn't expect that this young man, who looked not much older than him, turned out to be his uncle.
Jing Zhou nodded with a smile and took out a dozen talismans from his arms.
"Junior brother, why are you so polite? This brat Jiale has only been practicing Kungfu for a few years. He can't even do a set of boxing skills well. There is no need for these talismans!" Simu hurriedly stepped forward. Although his words were polite, his hands
But his movements were not slow, and he took the initiative to take the talisman for Jia Le. Qingqing next to Yixiu was stunned for a moment.
Jia Le is quite used to it. It took him eight years for Simu to give him this half-worn piece of clothing.
"Hey, this is the ghost-fighting talisman. Lin Feng, Lin Jiulian also taught you this?" He pulled out a yellow talisman with his eyes, looking surprised.
He knew that his junior brother was not bad at cultivation. After all, this junior brother not only raised ghosts but also demons. However, this ghost talisman could not be drawn in a day or two. Only those of their generation could draw this talisman well.
Lin Jiu, who specializes in Ghost Dao and Talisman Dao, and even his senior brother Shi Jian, are slightly lacking in cultivation in this area.
Jia Le glanced at the yellow talisman in Si Mu's hand and asked, "Is this the ghost talisman? Why is it different from the one you drew, master?"
He glanced at Jia Le. This unlucky apprentice, the ghost-fighting talisman he drew sometimes worked and failed. It must be different from the ghost-fighting charm in front of him. However, he couldn't say this clearly. How could he let the apprentice see the master?
What’s the point of the joke?
He pondered for a moment and said: "As the saying goes, a talisman has no formal shape and is spiritual. Whether a talisman is successful or not, the most important thing is aura! This ghost-fighting talisman is full of spiritual energy. Holding this talisman can summon gods and conquer ghosts.
It can suppress evil spirits."
As if he thought of something, his eyes paused, and his eyes lit up.
Jia Le nodded, seeming to understand.
After Master Yixiu and Jingzhou met each other, they said to the disciple beside them: "Qingqing, go make some fast food. My little brother must be exhausted after traveling all day."
"Let's go in, junior brother, let's go in and see what the monk has to eat during his fast."
"Jia Le, why don't you go catch fish!"
With four eyes, he pulled Jing Zhou inside, winking at Master Yixiu along the way.
This old bald donkey has no good thoughts when he rests. He chants sutras all day long to the dog. He just stays up all day and is annoying, but you still want to be a good person in front of his eyes?
You really bully the Taoist priest!
But the Ghost Fighting Talisman is a good thing!
I'll tinker with a few more from my junior brother later.
Lin Fengjiao is such a stingy person. He stayed in Renjia Town for three full days last year and didn't even get a single talisman from Lin Jiu.
Jingzhou Yilian and Shimu Yixiu discussed the subject for two days, but no outsiders came to this remote place.
Until the afternoon of the third day.
On the trail in the distance, a group of people holding big flags and pushing many things appeared.
"Be careful! If Brother No. 71 is thrown, which one of you can bear it? Watch your head!" A sissy voice came from far away.
Jingzhou's heart moved and he looked outside.
coming!
A thin Taoist priest walked in front, and behind him was a four-wheeled flatbed cart pushed by several soldiers.
There was a gold coffin placed on the car. The coffin was wrapped with ink thread. It was the gold coffin with copper horns.
At this time, the four eyes also noticed the situation outside. They looked at each other and the two of them came outside the courtyard.
Master Ikkyu also appeared after hearing the sound. His eyes rarely stopped bickering with Ikkyu, but looked at the coffin in the distance.
"The golden coffin with copper horns is wrapped with an ink bucket net. What's inside?" His eyes were secretly in a trance, and he felt agitated for no reason.
"Brother!"
At this time, the Taoist priest walking in front of the golden coffin shouted.
"Hey, hey, hey, why are you stopping here?" The man with a very effeminate behavior stopped when he saw the Taoist priest in front of him, with a look of displeasure on his face.
"Master Wu, I'll borrow some glutinous rice with my senior brother just in case." Taoist priest Qianhe gave a brief explanation. Although Master Wu was dissatisfied with the white silk in his hand, he didn't say anything more and asked the accompanying guards to rest where they were.
, just keep looking forward.
Suddenly, Wu Shilang felt a cold feeling on his back, like a sword coming across his body, and he became alert. He didn't dare to look around anymore, but kept patting his chest with the hand holding the handkerchief.
It’s really scary!
"Junior brother, is there something inside this coffin?" Simu stepped forward with a solemn look on his face.
"Yes, it's a zombie." Taoist priest Qianhe nodded, "I have to ask my senior brother to borrow some glutinous rice."
The four-eyed branch sent Jiale to get the glutinous rice, and then started talking with Taoist Master Qianhe.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! The zombies contained in the copper-horned gold coffins have already been heated to a certain extent. The zombies in the coffins may be black or even jumping. If you are not careful, you will be killed.
Cause catastrophe.
It's just that the zombies in the copper-horned golden coffin are from the Bian clan and need to be escorted to the imperial city. They cannot be burned. Simu has nothing to do about it. He just hopes that Qianzhe and his party go well.
"Taoist Master Qianhe, why don't you dismantle the tent and let it absorb the yang energy and reduce the corpse energy?" Master Yixiu stepped forward.
A tent was placed on top of the copper-horned gold coffin, originally to protect it from rain.
At this time, the sun was shining brightly, so it was definitely not rainy weather. Taoist priest Qianhe felt that Master Ikkyu's words were reasonable, so he asked the four disciples "Southeast, Southeast, and Northwest" to dismantle the tent.
Jing Zhou stood aside and did not say anything to stop him.
Neither Master Four Eyes nor Master Ikkyu could have imagined that the weather with the scorching sun could change at a moment's notice, and that in a short while, there would be heavy rain.
The royal zombies in this coffin have become a climate. Even through the coffin, he can feel the strong corpse aura of this zombie, which is much more than that of Old Master Ren.
Even if the tent is not dismantled, this zombie will probably break out of the coffin in the near future. It's just that the tent was dismantled and a heavy rain washed away the ink fountain, which caused the zombie to come out early.
"Damn monk, don't I understand how to dismantle the tent?"
"Ah? Then why didn't you say it? That's good. If you speak slowly, you won't have to say it. It's really difficult to be a human being."
Four eyes and Ikkyu took the time to argue a few more times.
Soon the tent was dismantled, and Jia Le also brought the glutinous rice. After the group chatted for a few words, the girly Wu Shilang urged everyone to set off: "Hey, hey, let's set off quickly, let's set off, and you said so
There are so many!”
Jing Zhou took out a few talismans from his arms and gave them to the four people in the southeast and northwest without saying much.
Taoist priest Qianhe bid farewell to everyone, led Wu Shilang and his entourage, and headed north along the path.
"This coffin is so beautiful, it must be very valuable!" Jia Le finally said what he was holding in his heart after Qianhe and his party disappeared.
Simu hummed, "Of course, it's made of gold."
This large coffin weighs over a thousand kilograms at least. How many small goldfish would it cost if it were replaced?
For a moment, Simu felt that the box of small goldfish he had saved was not that many.
"If I have a chance in the future, I will definitely work hard to make money and buy an identical coffin to honor you, the master." Jia Le was still talking to himself.
"Huh?" He stared at Jia Le.
Jing Zhou smiled and said, "This can be regarded as a filial piety from my nephew. If it were the talented Qiu Sheng and his two men, I'm afraid that after my senior brother reaches the immortal class, these two boys will burn some paper for him at most..."
Simu nodded, these words were quite helpful to him.
The profession of apprentice depends entirely on the support of peers.
No matter how incompetent Jia Le is, he is still better than those two troublemakers, the talented scholar Qiu Sheng.
At this time, there was a thunder in the clear sky.
Shimu frowned and looked at the direction where Qianhe and his group disappeared, feeling increasingly uneasy and hoping that Qianhe would not use the borrowed bag of glutinous rice.
"Master, the Taoist priest is ready for dinner~" Qingqing shouted from inside the room.
Simu immediately became energetic and pulled Jingzhou along: "Let's go, junior brother, let's go eat first."
Jiale nodded, "Qingqing's cooking is delicious."
Master Yixiu stretched out his right leg in front of Simu, blocking his way, "Taoist, my vegetarian food has a faint smell of birds, I'm afraid it's not to your taste. As for Brother Jing and Jia Le, they are not picky about their food, Lao Na
Of course you are very welcome.”
"Hmph, Pindao wants to eat something light today!" Simu kicked out the leg blocking his way.
This damn bald donkey has no chance of leaving his four eyes alone!
Jingzhou winked at Jia Le, and the two of them walked towards the house.
According to Yomume and Ikkyu's temperament, if they don't fight to win, the meal will be unsafe.
After spending nearly an hour finishing the fast meal, Jing Zhou and Si Mu said goodbye.
"Junior brother, are you leaving now?" His eyes were full of reluctance.
Jingzhou nodded, "I've been harassing senior brother for so many days, it's time to leave. Besides, senior brother Qianhe is traveling alone, I always feel a little uneasy and want to follow him and have a look."
If nothing unexpected happens, the royal zombie will definitely break out of the coffin tonight, not only killing all the masters and disciples of Qianhe, but even if Shimu holds a big sword and joins hands with Master Ikkyu, he will almost be killed by this royal zombie.
This royal zombie was a military general who guarded the frontier during his lifetime. In addition, he had a trace of royal luck, and once he transformed into a corpse, his strength was astonishing.
"Junior brother, you feel something is wrong too?" His eyes were startled.
People who practice Taoism have a heavenly mind and have early warning of disasters that ordinary people cannot have.
Even Junior Brother is feeling uneasy. Could it be that Junior Brother Qianhe’s trip is extremely dangerous?
"Junior brother, go first, I'll be there later." Shimu turned around and walked towards the inner room where the ancestor is worshiped, leaving Master Yixiu alone and whispering to himself: "It shouldn't be, the corpse in this coffin is exposed to the sun, and the body will be destroyed."
The energy is much weaker, not to mention the ink lines painted on the bronze-horned gold coffin, so even if the body transforms into a corpse, it won’t be a big deal to Taoist Priest Qianhe.”
Jingzhou nodded, said no more words, said goodbye to Ikkyu, and followed Qianhe and his party away.
Not long after, Si Mu came out of the back room carrying a bunch of magic weapons and handed a short sword to Ikkyu, "Monk, this is yours."
Ikkyu took the dagger and said puzzledly: "I gave this to me, so what do you use it for?"
Could it be that the sun is coming out in the west?
Otherwise, when would Simu have such a good intention?
"Me? I'll just be casual." After saying that, Shimu pulled out a forty-meter-long sword from behind.
"Ah?" Ikkyu was stunned.
Is this possible?
Just as I was about to say something, a strong wind suddenly blew.
The originally cloudless night sky suddenly became dense with dark clouds, and with a loud thunder, heavy rain began to fall at an incredible speed.
"How is that possible!" They were shocked. They looked at each other and saw the seriousness in each other's eyes.
Why does this rain come so quickly and so quickly?
To make matters worse, Chizuru listened to Ikkyu's words and removed the cloak from the bronze-horned golden coffin.
If the coffin gets caught in the rain...
Want bad things!
...
The dense forest miles away
"Oh, hurry up and set up camp, be careful not to get Brother Seventy-One wet!"
"Hurry up, hurry up, I'm really pissed off~"
Wu Shilang was urging the guards to set up camp.
It rained heavily.
The ink lines on the golden coffin were washed away by the rain at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Qianzhe's expression changed drastically. If the coffin was exposed to rain for a while, the zombies inside would not be able to be restrained.
He wanted to ask the guards to carry the coffin to the tent that had just been set up, but Wu Shilang, who did not believe in zombies, refused.
There is no time to care about the dead when all the living people are still wet in the rain!
Taoist priest Qianhe stared at the coffin, fearing that something might happen.
The heavy rain came and went quickly. When the ink pipe line was about to be washed away, the heavy rain stopped suddenly.
Taoist priest Qianhe breathed a sigh of relief.
It was at this time,
"Squeak~"
There was a sound from the golden coffin.
Taoist priest Qianhe looked towards the golden coffin and saw that the coffin lid was slowly being pushed up. The remaining ink lines on the coffin lid gave off a faint red light, and he was about to be pushed open by the things inside the coffin.
It was a dry hand, holding the coffin lid hard, trying to overthrow the lid.
"oops!"
Wu Shilang screamed in fright, and huddled in the newly pitched tent together with several guards.
"Get the rope, hurry up!"
Qianzhe roared loudly, jumped onto the coffin lid, pushed down the slightly propped up coffin lid, and then cooperated with four apprentices from the southeast, northwest, and wrapped a rope as thick as a wrist around the coffin.