Taoist Priest Simu's junior brother is a royalist through and through, as can be seen from the braids on his head.
At this time, after hearing Taoist Master Qianhe's answer, Taoist Master Shimu's mouth twitched angrily, and he said in a cold voice: "You are not even clear-headed. I really don't care about you. Jiale, bring glutinous rice and rice to your uncle."
Cinnabar, come here, I'm not feeling well and I need to go back and take a rest."
Taoist Priest Four Eyes left as soon as he said so, completely giving up on this junior fellow apprentice.
Qian Jiale shrugged, glanced at the direction in which his master was leaving, and said, "Uncle Master, please wait for me for a while, and I will prepare glutinous rice and cinnabar for you."
As soon as the two left, only Wang Xu and Master Yixiu were left at the scene.
Master Yixiu was a good old man. He chanted Amitabha and said to Taoist Qianhe: "Don't blame your senior brother. He has a weird temper. Just think of him as farting."
"Qianhe doesn't blame senior brother. I have my choice, and senior brother has his choice. We are all living for our own choices." Taoist priest Qianhe shook his head slightly, not paying attention to Taoist priest Shimu's behavior at all. If he didn't talk about it,
As a royalist, he also looks like a wise man.
Master Ikkyu nodded lightly, walked around the coffin twice, and suddenly said: "This shed is beautiful, and it has no problem in keeping out wind and rain. However, since there are zombies in the coffin, this shed is not suitable. You should demolish it during the day."
Shed, let the sun shine on the coffin to reduce the corpse's air, right?"
"Yes, sunlight can dissipate corpse energy, why didn't we think of it!"
Qianhe Taoist Master was overjoyed and ordered: "East, south, west, north, tear down the shed and let the sunlight shine through."
"slow!"
Wang Xu knew very well that after Taoist Master Qianhe demolished the shed, there was a heavy rain that night. As a result, the ink line was washed away by the rain and everyone died in the mouths of zombies.
Thinking of this plot, Wang Xu stopped the four apprentices. He didn't want to follow the plot and die without saving anything, and said: "Although the sunshine can reduce the corpse energy, the weather today is not good. You may encounter heavy rain on the way. If
Without the shed, the ink fountain line will melt when exposed to water, and what will happen if the zombies inside escape?"
"rainstorm?"
Taoist priest Qianhe looked at the sky and saw that the sky was clear and there was no sign of rain, so he smiled and said: "Don't worry, my friend, we all have our tents with us. If there is a heavy rain, nothing will be delayed."
East, south, west, north, take down the tent and do as I say.”
"Yes, Master."
The four young apprentices got the order and demolished the shed in a few clicks.
Wang Xu shook his head slightly when he saw it. He said that the damned person would not survive. He reminded him so directly, but Taoist Master Qianhe was still unmoved. Could it be that this meant that he was doomed?
"Uncle Master, I brought the glutinous rice and cinnabar." Qian Jiale ran up with a package in his arms and handed it to Taoist Qianhe.
Taoist Master Qianhe weighed the weight, nodded with a smile, and said: "Senior nephew, it would be nice for me to say hello to senior brother. I have something else to do here, so I won't go and pay him respects."
After saying this, Taoist Master Qianhe nodded to Wang Xu and others, and said loudly: "Get on the road!"
"Uncle, walk slowly!"
"Amitabha..."
Twelve Mongolian soldiers carrying guns, Taoist Master Qianhe, four disciples, and the man named Wu Shilang escorted the coffin away.
Watching these people go away, Wang Xu didn't say a word for a long time.
As the saying goes, medicine can cure diseases, and Buddha can help those who are destined.
He has clearly told these people that there is a cliff ahead, and these people are still going to jump down. How can he wait at the bottom of the cliff and catch the people who jump down?
Wang Xu is not that free. He just does what he should do. He is not the Virgin Mary. It’s no wonder he doesn’t listen to advice.
"Master, uncle has left."
Back in the living room, Qian Jiale said something to his master who was drinking tea in silence and didn't know what he was thinking.
Taoist Priest Simu did not raise his head, drank all the tea in his hand, and said in a cold voice: "Just leave, do you still want me to follow you, kowtow to others and shout long live?"
"Don't dare, don't dare..." Qian Jiale touched the tiger's butt and ran away in disgrace.
When Master Yixiu saw this situation, he also waved Qingqing away, and soon Wang Xu was left in the living room, as well as Taoist Priest Four Eyes who was in a bad mood.
Wang Xu sat for a while, looked at Taoist Priest Simu, and planned to get up and leave.
Hearing the movement, Taoist Priest Simu raised his head slightly, and before Wang Xu went out, he said: "The cinnabar on the set of demon-killing darts you want has faded a lot. I will paint it for you again later tonight.
It should be ready. As for the yellow talisman, I will give it to you tonight along with the darts. You can prepare thirty small yellow croakers. These magic removing tools are not cheap."
"With the demon-killing darts and the yellow talisman, can I deal with ghosts?" Wang Xu paused slightly and asked the four-eyed Taoist Priest.
Taoist Master Four Eyes thought for a while and answered with uncertainty, saying: "It's okay for little demons and little ghosts. If it's caused by climate, it's hard to say. But with your skills and these things like mine, even if it's not enough
If you are allowed to slay demons, the chance of escaping is still very high."
"That's good..." Wang Xu knew that his biggest problem was that he had no way to deal with ghosts.
As the saying goes, you can only be a thief in a thousand days, but there is no way to prevent a thief in a thousand days. It is better to buy more insurance while you are alive.
...afternoon, at sunset...
Click!!
Along with the sound of thunder, the wind suddenly blew loudly between the sky and the earth, and dark clouds quickly enveloped the sky.
From the thunder to the wind and rain, the whole process only took ten minutes.
Thirty miles away, in the woods, a team was moving forward with difficulty.
Seeing that the sun was shining brightly a few minutes ago, and then it rained heavily in the blink of an eye, a man dressed as a Taoist priest looked at the sky in disbelief and muttered: "It's raining, how can it rain?"
Taoist priest Qianhe stretched out his hand blankly and wiped the rainwater from his face, letting his hands feel cool and refreshing.
Agitated by the rain on his face, Taoist priest Qianhe immediately reacted and shouted: "Stop, stop quickly, set up a tent on the spot, it's raining!"
"Oh, there's nothing to be afraid of when it rains. I'm not afraid of it, so what are you afraid of?" The sissy Wu Shilang wiped the rain with his handkerchief.
Taoist priest Qianhe was shocked, pointed at the coffin and shouted: "The rain will wash away the ink line. If the black ink on the ink line melts, none of us will survive!"
"Master, look quickly..." As soon as he finished speaking, a young apprentice stretched out his hand and pointed to the edge of the coffin.
Taoist priest Qianhe walked up quickly and wiped the bottom of the coffin with his hand. His hands were immediately filled with black and red ink, which smelled extremely fishy.
I shook my hand and looked up at the sky. The rain was getting heavier and heavier, with no intention of stopping.
"Be sure to block the rainwater around the coffin in the southeast, northwest, and northwest." Taoist Master Qianhe gave the order, and the four disciples immediately turned into a human wall and blocked the coffin.
Taoist priest Qianhe didn't give up. He walked quickly to the Mongolians and picked up the tent he was carrying.
"What are you doing? The tent hasn't been set up yet?" Seeing that Taoist Master Qianhe was about to take away the tent, Wu Shilang was immediately unhappy.
Taoist priest Qianhe didn't have time to explain, so he dragged the unrolled tent, trotted to the front of the coffin, and shouted: "Hurry up, put the tent on top of the coffin!"
"one two three..."
The four young apprentices dragged the tent, and together with Taoist Master Qianhe, they wanted to spread the tent to cover the coffin that was soaked in the rain.
Unfortunately, there was a strong wind at this time, and the tent was blown up by the raging wind as soon as it unfolded a corner.
"I can't hold it anymore, come and help!" Seeing that the tent was about to be blown away, Qianhe Daochang was anxious.
The emperor is anxious, but the eunuch is not.
When the Mongolian soldiers setting up tents saw this scene, not only did they not come to help, but they all laughed and said in Mongolian that the Han people were really thin.
Woohoo!!
There was another strong gust of wind, and the tent finally lost its grip and was swept away by the strong wind.
Visible to the naked eye, raindrops were falling on the coffin crazily, and the black dog blood and cinnabar mixed on the ink line were rapidly melting in the heavy rain.
"It's over, it's all over, the cinnabar has been washed away!" Taoist priest Qianhe's eyes were splitting, as if he had lost his soul in the rain.
At this moment, the only image he could think of was the scene of the stranger reminding him to be careful about the rain at the door of his senior brother's house... He regretted it.