The door of the Requiem Temple suddenly opened wide, and one luxurious rune speed car after another filed out from behind the door.
Most of the convoy was running along the wide and straight official road, kicking up clouds of dust and speeding in all directions, but four speeding cars were parked at the foot of the mountain, waiting quietly.
Half an hour after the convoy left the temple, a carriage with dragons and tigers carved on it and a cloudy rune on the cover slowly drove out of the gate. The driver of the carriage was eight feet long at both ends and a silver-white eye-catcher.
White-fronted tiger.
The two white tigers were majestic. They raised their heads to the sky and let out a tiger roar. They kicked off the ground with their four claws and walked on the wind. A gust of wind suddenly blew up under their bodies.
In the blink of an eye, the white tiger dragged the speeding car and ran down the mountain, running forward along the official road without stopping,
This rune speed car was three feet above the ground like a puff of smoke, speeding with the wind.
The four speeding cars at the bottom of the mountain followed closely without saying a word, but they were gradually pulled further and further away.
The white tiger gallops on the wind,
The carriage was filled with incense, and Zhao Sheng lay lazily on the soft couch, yawning continuously and feeling drowsy.
Zhao Sheng stopped smiling, sat upright, and opened the curtains of the carriage.
Under the hint of the head of the Zou family, the middle-aged man had to give up his previous tactics and take the initiative to fight face to face with the zombies.
When the coffin lid was lifted, a nine-foot-tall zombie covered in white hair stood up from the coffin, his eyes blood red and filled with resentment.
"I want!"
The thin young man coughed a few times and shouted at the Zou family with a stubborn look on his face: "You don't mean what you say. They said that no matter what the outcome is, my family will be forgiven of the high-interest debt.
Upon seeing this, Patriarch Zou clapped his hands gently, and groups of servants in Tsing Yi filed out, skillfully removing the banquet and serving tea and snacks.
As soon as Zhao Sheng and Gui Li got out of the car, a group of middle-aged and elderly people with gorgeous clothes and good looks gathered around them.
The speed of the car was so fast that in a short time, dozens of miles had passed.
Zhao Sheng's eyes wandered, he nodded slightly and smiled. Most of the farmers in the field had rosy faces and fleshy cheeks. It was obvious that they had plenty of food to fill their stomachs.
Gui Li glanced outside and said calmly: "The field boundary in the temple has just passed. This field is not the property of the temple, but the Wu family's."
However, at this moment, he suddenly struggled hard, his face full of anxiety, and he made a whining sound.
There was no need to wait for the master's instructions, someone nearby obediently removed the wooden core that was inserted.
At this time, an ancient city with dense population, busy traffic and towering walls suddenly appeared in front of Zhao Sheng.
The servant hurriedly stepped forward with a smile and pulled the young man out. The thin young man was very smart and kept silent when he saw this. But the moment he walked out of the door, he turned back and glanced at Zhao Sheng.
The head of the Zou family showed a smile on his face and said loudly to Zhao Sheng: "In the countryside, the wine is light and the songs and dances are simple. Young Master Wan Wangbao is very proud. When the old man learned that the young master had come to the village, he specially prepared a corpse fight scene to gain his fortune.
Everyone smiles."
Zhao Sheng seemed not to have heard it and still had a playful smile on his face.
The thin boy was about to be dragged down.
"That's right, Junior Brother Fang is right! Why don't we let Patriarch Zou take the lead, let the two sides play the game first, and then we can place the bet later?"
The ears of wheat in the wheat fields beside the road are thin and sparse, and the soil in the fields is hardened and cracked. The farmers working in the fields are all sallow and thin, weak, their faces are numb, and they are almost lifeless.
When I first got into a fight, I was constantly being coaxed and urged.
After this little episode, the Zou family sent over another middle-aged man with a strong build and two swords.
The sun gradually rises into the sky, and the sun is hot and scorching the earth.
After a while, four flying cars hurriedly arrived from afar.
"This makes sense! But I wonder what Senior Brother Bao thinks?"
Zhao Shenghui casually dropped the talismans and spread them over most of the table.
As he spoke, he dug into his pocket, but suddenly it was empty.
Seeing this situation, Gui Li simply closed his eyes and practiced his martial arts, ignoring this lazy guy who couldn't hold himself up the wall.
In terms of field property alone, the number of acres listed in the temple's field register exceeds one million acres, and the fertile farmland area accounts for nearly half of Hufeng County.
"Hmph, you are so arrogant, you will suffer a lot from now on!" Gui Li scolded with a cold look on his face.
There are many hills in the Anhun Temple, among which the one led by the temple priest Bao Ai is naturally the largest, followed by the sutra master Wu Changyong and his group.
Zhao Sheng put down his right hand, looked at the table and saw the many different expressions in his eyes, and suddenly grinned, "Okay! This Taoist always makes sure to bet on every bet, and this time he will definitely kill everyone and have a great time winning. Old man Zou, please hurry up and ask someone to win.
Come on."
"Hehe, there are only two of us here, will senior brother go and make a small report to the sutra master?" Zhao Sheng asked back, leaving Guili speechless.
"I also want!"
Wu Changyong and others are the face of the local family in Hufeng County and also the representatives of their interests.
"I want!"
Upon seeing this posture, Zhao Sheng understood clearly. The next fighting scene was a death fight between humans and corpses that was very popular in the Gu Dynasty.
In an instant, blood flew everywhere, corpses roared and knives roared, and the middle-aged man was soon covered in bruises, the wounds turned black, and black energy faintly spread on his face, indicating that the corpse poison was deeply embedded.
The wind blows the waves of wheat, and the ears of wheat lie low, revealing farmers wearing linen clothes and straw hats in the fields.
After a while, there were many vegetable fields and medicinal fields among the wheat fields.
If I win, I still have a hundred taels of silver to take. My sister is still waiting for me to redeem her! You guys don’t mean what you say! I can fight, I can fight!"
You can imagine the huge profits involved!
Seeing everyone looking over, Zhao Sheng showed a trace of anger on his face and said impatiently: "Are you done with this? What I said doesn't work anymore, does it? It's just one hundred taels of silver. I'm happy today.
Rewarded!"
Zhao Sheng looked outside with bright eyes. The scenery outside was very different from the beginning.
Along the way, shabby and dirty farms and villages were left behind by the speeding car. Occasionally, a fortress surrounded by brick walls would appear in Zhao Sheng's sight.
Zhao Sheng was not in high spirits. He held his cheek with his right hand and his eyes were dull. He ignored compliments from others and his heart seemed to be no longer here.
"Don't worry, young master! I'm so naive." After saying that, Patriarch Zou winked at the people below.
When the sun sets on a double day, the sky becomes darker and the sun is no longer so hot.
The middle-aged man has strong physical strength, has at least thirty years of internal energy, and has rich practical experience.
What he told was the truth, but Gui Li didn't believe a word he said.
"Senior Brother Gui, relax a little. Don't keep a straight face all the time, be careful not to find your Taoist companion!" Zhao Sheng rubbed his eyelids and suddenly joked.
Four half-grown teenagers jumped out of the car, each followed by a middle-aged man.
"Oh, no wonder all the people working in the fields are so skinny. They turn out to be tenants of Wu Papi's family!" Zhao Sheng said with a smile.
Gui Li is a Zhengfa cultivator at the Demon Elimination Hall of Anhun Temple. He is a Taoist priest in the middle stage of Qi Refining. He is the one who is really responsible for exterminating demons in this trip.
However, because Bao'ai is an expert in the Foundation Establishment Realm, not only powerful but also evil-hearted and righteous, he can suppress all objections with just one person and make the local aristocratic families obedient.
"Sambo, if you continue to behave like this, you will definitely achieve nothing when you grow up. Uncle Bao'ai really dotes on you too much and allows you to do whatever you want. It is a waste of this first-class qualification. You are so confused!" Guili!
Although his words were cold and harsh, his expression looked distressed.
He leaned lazily on the back of the chair and said nonchalantly: "The old man is very discerning, you can do whatever you want! But don't lose out to that kid. I just like him."
At the same time, with the sound of chains mopping the floor, two groups of people came in from outside the building.
Another group of people carried a locust wood coffin, and a harsh scratching sound came from the coffin.
"Senior Brother Sanbao, what do you think? You won a lot from me last time, this time I want to win back my capital with profit."
However, land is only an undistinguished part of the Requiem Temple industry. The output of any spiritual fields and spiritual mines related to cultivating immortals is the main source of profit.
The two white tigers panted heavily and sprayed streams of hot white mist from their mouths. They quickly stopped running and finally stopped in front of a huge manor with green bricks and red tiles, antique style and numerous pavilions.
This corpse is a white-haired walking corpse, and its physical strength is by no means inferior to that of a top-notch martial arts master.
In the corner of the carriage, Gui Li had a serious look on his face, sitting upright on the carriage seat. He glanced at the shapeless Zhao Sheng from the corner of his eyes, with a ruthless look on his face.
At this time, a round-faced Taoist boy in the second seat secretly winked at the owner of the house and quietly made a few gestures with his hands.
Along the way, you can see endless wheat fields, extending to the end of the field of vision, and canals can be faintly seen beside the fields.
However, the speeding car did not stop for a moment, quickly circling the city and continuing to fly into the distance along the official road.
At night, in a tall building deep in the manor, the lights were bright, the sound of silk and bamboo could be heard, and in the open space in front of the banquet, graceful beauties were swaying and singing with moving voices.
The atmosphere at the banquet was warm, everyone was smiling and attentive, and there were endless compliments and compliments. The banquet seemed to have reached its climax.
"This" the head of the Zou family pondered for a moment, and when he saw the look on his grandson's approach, he immediately became convinced, smiled and nodded, then raised his hand and patted it gently.
"Hehe, Brother Gui, you don't have to worry about it. I am extremely smart and have great understanding. I don't need to work hard at all. I am only in the foundation-building realm. I have it at my fingertips. Those little brats in the Daotang have toiled day and night even if they don't sleep.
Even if you practice, you can't compare to one of my fingers." Zhao Sheng said casually.
Everyone quickly placed bets, and a life-and-death fight broke out immediately.
They didn't even dare to complain, they just smiled at each other, and then they walked into the manor surrounded by Zhao Sheng.
As soon as the fighting game was mentioned, everyone became interested. A chubby young Taoist boy stood up and shouted: "Since it is a fighting game, it must have a lottery to enjoy it! Otherwise, no one will be able to watch it!"
Seeing everyone raising their hands enthusiastically, Patriarch Zou signaled his clansmen not to join in the fun, coughed, and whispered: "Ahem, I also want to change a few. But not for a hundred taels, but at the market price, guaranteed.
Don’t let Master Bao suffer a loss.”
Facing the white-haired zombie who was fearless and unafraid of death, this man ran around the field without fighting head-on.
"Sanbao, you kid didn't hold back your words. Aren't you afraid that the sutra master would be unhappy after hearing this and punish you on purpose?" Gui Li frowned and said in a reproachful tone.
The result of a fight to the death is either that the person is eaten by the zombies, or that the zombie is torn apart by the person.
When a noodle boy saw this, he couldn't help but laugh: "Haha! This is obviously a gift to the young man! Come on, what is the bet? I will win against the living corpse!"
Zhao Sheng looked careless, as if he didn't care about this person's gaze.
When other people saw this scene, they also nodded, very satisfied with the knowledge of the Zou family.
The atmosphere in the carriage suddenly became silent.
Just to mention one thing, from leaving the temple in the morning to running until noon, the journey is five hundred miles. The fields, mountains, forests, rivers and lakes passed along the way are all the property of the Anhun Temple.
When the walking corpse had one of its arms cut off, the middle-aged man holding the knife suddenly fell limply to the ground, and the result was as if he was dead and injured.
The ones sitting on the chairman's chair were undoubtedly Zhao Sheng and Gui Li, while the other four Taoist boys and Dharma protector Wu Zong only took the second seats.
One of the group of people pushed a thin young man with a wooden shackle around his neck, his arms tied tightly behind his back, and a pair of thick iron chains on his feet.
Zhao Sheng frowned and then relaxed, and immediately shook his head, "No, very bad! What I want to see is that we are evenly matched. What's the end result of being torn to pieces after just one encounter? Let's find another person!"
But Bao'an is a powerful foreign dragon specially sent by the temple. Of course, the two mountains are secretly competing for power.
Um?
Zhao Sheng's eyes flashed and he ordered: "Take off his gag and listen to what he says?"
Gui Li is Bao Ai's confidant, and there is no way he can "surrender to the enemy" and blow himself up.
His tactics were absolutely correct, but the protagonists watching the battle were a few impatient minors.
But the next second, Zhao Sheng's face was full of pride, he pulled out a handful of yellow paper talismans, and deliberately showed off: "I don't have any money, but I have many talismans, one hundred taels each, only for today, no replacement will be made after it expires.
Who wants it!”
Seeing this, the head of the Zou family suddenly understood. He clapped his hands and the singing and dancing immediately stopped. He waved his hand again, and the dancers immediately bowed and quietly retreated.
You must know that Anhun Temple is the "uncrowned king" of a county. The temple has many industries and is very large in scale. It produces huge profits every year, which is difficult for outsiders to imagine.
Just after noon, the White Tiger Speedster had already traveled more than 500 miles.
Suddenly, Zhao Sheng pointed outside and asked: "Brother Gui, is this field property of the temple? Why is it taken care of so carelessly?"
"Haha, it's funny! A bitch can be so kind and loyal. Why don't we just let him play, lest people say we don't keep our words."
Zhao Sheng just came out to get gold plating and collect the tributes from all the clans.
As the curtains were removed, large expanses of golden wheat fields suddenly came into view.
The speeding car is speeding, and the scenery along the way is passing behind at high speed.
"Next one, hurry up!" When the Taoist boys saw this, not only were they not afraid, but their faces flushed with excitement, and they urged loudly and eagerly.
Next, three more people came on stage one after another, but they were all torn to pieces by the living corpses.
It wasn't until a 20-year-old young master from the Zou family appeared that the living corpse was decapitated with a sword.
The teenagers won a lot of money, but the Zou family paid their bets on the spot without even frowning.
Of course, there was no real loser in this fight from beginning to end. Those who really lost were never looked down upon by everyone in the hall.