Feng Yi stood up after hearing Taoist Master Simu's words and said, "Uncle Master, my right eye keeps twitching. I'm afraid something is going to happen. Why don't you let me follow you and take a look."
Taoist Priest Simu's heart tightened when he heard this, and he frowned and said, "Do you feel the same way?"
"Uncle Master, have you forgotten that the tent has been taken down today? If it rains, Uncle Qianhe and the others will no longer be able to find shelter from the rain, and the ink net on the coffin will be washed away;
The zombies will definitely break out by then."
After Feng Yi expressed his worries, Taoist Priest Simu pondered for a moment and said, "Okay, let's go there together."
"Uncle, I can just go by myself, I can handle it." Feng Yi didn't expect that the other party was going too, so he persuaded.
"Shut up, there are so many people in their group, how many can you save if you go?" Taoist Priest Simu reprimanded Feng Yi with a rare straight face.
Feng Yi pursed his lips and did not dare to speak. Uncle Jiu was like this, and Taoist Priest Si Mu was like this. He never thought about individual people, but everyone.
This is the mindset that practitioners should have.
"Am I too realistic?" Feng Yi had doubts about his behavior for the first time.
"Master, I'm going too." Jia Le stood up immediately after hearing what the two said.
"What are you going to do? What do you know? Can you defeat zombies? Just stay at home!" Taoist priest Simu scolded Jia Le with a cold face.
Jia Le was scolded and had nothing to say, and silently lowered his head.
Feng Yi's heart warmed up when he saw this. Despite the harshness of Taoist Priest Simu's words, he was actually worried about Jia Le's safety and didn't want him to put himself in danger.
No wonder he and Uncle Jiu are so close, they are both stingy and cold-hearted.
It was already pouring rain outside when the three of them were talking. Feng Yi said: "Uncle, let's go."
"good."
They did not lower their voices when they spoke. When they walked out with umbrellas, they found Master Ikkyu already waiting at the door. He recited the Buddha's name to them and said: "Amitabha, this matter involves more than a dozen lives, poor monk."
I would like to go together.”
"Nothing!" Taoist priest Simu glanced at him, then held up his umbrella and walked into the rain.
"Jingjing, take care of your home." Master Yixiu ordered, held up an umbrella and followed.
"Senior brother, you and Jingjing should be careful at home and protect her." Feng Yi warned before leaving.
If the original plot develops, the people who were bitten by zombies will turn into zombies and sneak to the dojo. Then it will be a good time for Jiale's heroes to save the beauty, and maybe the two of them can get back together.
"I want you to mind your own business." Before Jiale could say anything, Jingjing rolled her eyes at Feng Yi and went back to mind her own business.
Jiale smiled bitterly when he saw this and said, "Junior brother, there is no need to worry at home, but you should pay more attention to safety."
"Thank you, senior brother." Feng Yi said nothing more, holding an umbrella and taking two quick steps to follow.
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On the other side, Taoist Master Qianhe and his party did not walk very far. It was already afternoon when they arrived at the dojo, and they had only walked for an hour.
It took a long time to get there, but it couldn't be done very quickly when pulling a coffin made of pure gold.
At night, a heavy rain came suddenly and poured down.
When Wu Shilang saw this, he immediately screamed: "Hurry, set up the tent quickly, don't let Brother Seventy-One get the cold!"
Several Ouchi guards with extraordinary skills immediately began to dig out wooden stakes and began to build the tent.
Taoist priest Qianhe's expression changed drastically. Because there was no tent covering the coffin, he turned around and looked at the coffin. The ink lines on it were washed away by the heavy rain and dripped down the coffin.
The coffin must be delivered to the tent as soon as possible, otherwise the consequences will be disastrous.
At this moment, an imperial guard reported to Mr. Wu: "Report to Mr. Wu, the tent has been set up."
"Oh, it's finally done." Wu Shilang fiddled with the white silk scarf in his hand and prepared to report to his master.
"Guanshi Wu, please put the coffin in first." Taoist priest Qianhe couldn't help but stop him and said.
"Um?"
Wu Shilang's face showed dissatisfaction. This smelly Taoist priest actually spoke to him in a commanding tone, and asked provocatively: "Why?"
"The ink pipe line has been washed away by the rain and has become spent." Taoist Master Qianhe said in a strong tone without caring about trying to please the other party.
"Oh, the Mo Dou line is ruined?" Wu Shilang was even more dissatisfied. He sneered, then said with a straight face: "No!"
Taoist priest Qianhe said anxiously: "We'll have to wait a minute..."
"It's okay to wait, but not now. We have to let the master go in first. There's no need to discuss this matter!" After Wu Shilang finished speaking, he turned his head, and when he saw Brother Seventy-One, he walked over with a smile on his face.
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Taoist priest Qianhe was so angry when he saw that Wu Shilang was so stupid, but he had no choice but to grit his teeth and sighed.
"Brother Seventy-One, we can enter the camp." Wu Shilang walked up to his master and said in an extremely pretentious manner.
"Yes." Although Brother Seventy-One is young, he is from a royal family after all. He is much calmer than ordinary teenagers. He just nodded slightly and was not at all panicked by the sudden heavy rain.
"When you get up the sedan, be careful not to bump the master." Wu Shilang
He warned me again while getting up the sedan chair.
I have to say that Wu Shilang looks very annoying and effeminate, but he is really loyal to his master.
When Brother No. 71 walked into the tent, Taoist priest Qianhe took two quick steps and lifted the rain cover that was placed on the coffin. The ink lines had been washed away completely. He felt a chill in his heart and urged: "Quickly, remove the coffin.
Push into the tent!"
The two people from the southeast were pulling the rope in front, and the two people from the northwest were pushing the cart behind. Because of the heavy rain, the land was extremely soft and slippery, making it much more difficult to pull the rope. So even though they were cultivators, they still found it extremely difficult and yelled
: "Push harder!"
When several Qing soldiers carrying the sedan saw this, they immediately came up and pulled the wire netting on the coffin. In the process of pushing, the rain cover on it also fell to the ground.
"Hurry, push quickly." Taoist priest Qianhe became more and more nervous when he saw this scene and urged quickly.
Who would have thought that at this moment, the drifting heavy rain stopped instantly.
Taoist Nan said: "The rain has stopped."
The host priest said: "Then let's take advantage of this moment to push the coffin in."
Everyone was just about to work together to push the coffin into the tent, when suddenly a strange lightning appeared, pierced the sky, fell from the sky, and hit the top of the coffin accurately.
boom!
The roaring electric current flowed back and forth across the entire coffin like a python. The four Qing soldiers who put their hands on the coffin were also instantly smitten by the electric current. Their faces turned black, black smoke was emitting from their bodies, and they fell to the ground without breathing.
"What's going on?"
Wu Shilang, who was talking to Brother No. 71 inside, heard the sound and opened the tent curtain, just in time to see four Qing soldiers being electrocuted to death and falling to the ground. He screamed and said in a trembling voice: "Oh, you scared me to death."
As he spoke, he immediately closed the curtain again and hid inside.
