Chapter 145 Taoist He

Chapter 145 Taoist He

Chapter 145: Taoist Qianhe
If Shi Jian were also here, he would definitely feel familiar with the scene before him, as he had encountered it before.

The benefits go to the apprentice, and the master pays the bill.

The difference is that after Tan Wenjie knew that Shi Shaojian had caused so many troubles, he thought of taking advantage of the situation and making his own move.

For the sake of face, for his son, and for the lack of money, in short, as long as Shi Jian still wants to put on airs, he will have to swallow his anger even if it means he has broken teeth. Not to mention that he didn't break any teeth, and "Lightning Thunder Fist" could be sold for several thousand dollars, so he didn't suffer any loss at all.

As for the Simu master and his apprentice, Tan Wenjie felt that Jiale was a good guy. It was definitely not the case that he wanted to teach Jiale a lesson and just kick him a few times. He was broad-minded. Jiale used all his strength to almost kick him away, but he didn't bear a grudge at all, really.

But I didn't expect that Simu was so sharp and sent the things directly.

Tan Wenjie danced for a while while carrying the super invincible sword. It was not good-looking, but the fact that he had the strength to swing the sword weighing more than 100 pounds was worth appreciating.

Every whistling sound when the sword is swung makes people feel frightened.

Especially Jiale, he had seen this sword many times, he could barely hold it, but he couldn't lift it up to chop people.

No one would let him chop it, and he couldn't defeat the zombies, so after learning that Tan Wenjie had become the new owner of the big sword, Jiale immediately came over.

Jiale was very curious and asked, "Brother Jie, you are so strong that you can wield this sword. Do you know sword skills?"

His master was staring at him from behind, the dagger still in his hand.

You are such a good disciple. The master gave away all the things left by the ancestors, but the first thing you asked was whether you knew swordsmanship, instead of comforting the master not to be sad.

Feibao in the distance: Someone is about to be in trouble.

Well, he didn't say who.

"Swordsmanship?" Tan Wenjie smiled slightly, "Just jump and chop."

There's no need to get fancy, just lift it up and chop it down. With this amount, for an ordinary person, one hit is no different from being put into a juicer.

As for zombies and evil spirits? Using this thing to deal with them is simply crazy.

Jia Le didn’t understand why, but he thought it was amazing that Tam Man Kit could wield this super invincible sword easily. He also thought it was better for the sword to stay with Tam Man Kit than with his own master.

"Ouch!"

At night, people living in two neighboring huts could hear Jiale's screams as he was beaten.

Fei Bao, who was sleeping outside with a quilt spread out, felt a lot of emotions in his heart when he heard Jia Le's screams.

He doesn't know many Maoshan disciples. His second uncle is definitely narrow-minded, Tan Wenjie is narrow-minded, and Simu, whom he just met, is also narrow-minded.

"I'm definitely not generalizing, but Mr. Tan said he wanted to go to Renjia Town to meet Uncle Jiu."

That Uncle Nine shouldn't be a petty person.

"How can it be such a coincidence? If that Uncle Nine is also narrow-minded, then wouldn't all the disciples of Mount Mao be narrow-minded?"

Feibao turned over.

……

The next morning, Tan Wenjie stretched his muscles by carrying a big sword. The sword was heavy and might not be as useful as a fist against an enemy, but it was quite good for exercise.

awesomeness.

Tan Wenjie leaned on the sword with one hand, imagining which role this look could match his personality. Using exaggerated weapons always requires lines.

"Brother Wenjie."

who!
Such an awkward name.

Tan Wenjie turned around and it turned out to be Jingjing.

She blinked her eyes curiously, probably not understanding why Tan Wenjie kept changing his postures.

Could it be that he was practicing immortal techniques? After what she had seen yesterday, in her eyes, Tan Wenjie was no different from an immortal.

But the action is really nice.

"It's time for breakfast."

"Okay, I'll be right over."

Tan Wenjie finished his model show, turned around and walked back, carrying the sword.

Sitting back at the dining table, Tan Wenjie felt that coming in to eat was a wrong decision.

A monk and a Taoist started fighting again early in the morning.

From picking up food to overturning the table.

It turns out that not only will you have no food to eat if you follow the crow, but when these two people get together, they will also have no food to eat.

He looked at Jiale. It was not easy for a child to grow up this big.

at the same time,

Wilderness trail.

A pure gold coffin was placed on the floor of a carriage, escorted by a fully armed team.

The axle creaked under the heavy load.

The wheels rolled over the fern leaves on the roadside, and dew dripped from them.

Taoist Qianhe, who was in charge of escorting the coffin, had a solemn expression on his face. He kept reminding people, "You must take good care of the coffin!"

The corpse in the coffin had turned into a zombie. It was already very difficult to catch it without damaging the "corpse", but he still had to escort it back to Beijing.

There is absolutely no room for error on the road.

Those who often deal with zombies know that the zombies driven by corpse drivers are different from the murderous and blood-sucking zombies. Zombies are very quiet during the day when there is sunlight, but they become violent at night.

There are also many ways to deal with it, such as pouring black dog blood into the coffin, throwing eggs, sprinkling glutinous rice, etc.

But because the corpse was a royal family member, dirty methods could not be used, so the only thing to use was a golden coffin and a few pairs of eyes that stayed up all night to stare at it.

They have to sleep in the open air along the way, and the corpse-driving Taoist has no human rights. Taoist Qianhe and his disciples always contribute the most but have the lowest status.

Even though the team carried a lot of luggage, it definitely did not include Qianhe and the others'. They had to carry their own glutinous rice and magical instruments.

In order to save energy, it is not convenient to carry too many things.

"Minister Wu, can we take a detour? I don't have enough glutinous rice."

Chizuru had to ask, and was prepared to be scolded.

As expected, Minister Wu, with his fingers pinched, started to scold him: "You delayed our prince's return to the capital, are you worthy of this?!"

"Without glutinous rice, we may not be able to control the zombies."

"How far do we have to go? Our little prince has been sleeping in the open air for several days. His delicate body can't stand it."

"It's only a dozen miles or so to get to my senior brother's house."

Minister Wu wanted to say more, but the young prince had already spoken: "Minister Wu, listen to Taoist Qianhe."

Since the young prince had spoken, everyone had to change their route.

I don't dare vent my anger on the little prince, so I'll take it out on the stinky Taoist priest.

Master Qianhe and his disciples have long been accustomed to the fickleness of human relationships in this industry, so they don't care. They just want to complete the order safely without any accidents.

The coffin was heavy, and the wheels were pressed into the mud, so they continued on the road for a while. By the time everyone worked together to push the cart and arrived at the senior brother's house that Qianhe mentioned, it was already afternoon.

Simu happened to be in the yard scolding his apprentice. "You want to learn everything!"

Jiale was caught by Simu again while learning magic from Tan Wenjie.

He had no objection to his apprentice learning magic, and it was a good thing that Tan Wenjie wanted to teach Jiale, but Jiale did not have the talent and was impatient, so he spent most of the day either learning this or busy with that.

Jingjing could even control the paper spy to fly, but Jiale was still studying how to burrow underground. He managed to dig his toes into the ground, but it was not as deep as when Simu dug with his feet when he was embarrassed.

While he was scolding, he suddenly heard a voice saying "Senior Brother" and immediately turned to look.

"Chizuru!"

The two brothers met and exchanged simple greetings. After Qianhe told them that he wanted to borrow some glutinous rice, Simu immediately said, "Jia Le, get some glutinous rice for your uncle."

Jia Le was as if he had been pardoned: "I'll go right away!"

But their eyes were fixed on the golden coffin: "Qianhe, who are you escorting?"

Chizuru didn't hold back and answered, "Zombies!"

"Zombies?" Simu's expression was a little solemn, and when he saw the attire of the young prince and others, he wisely chose not to continue asking.

So I just reminded him: "Be careful on the road."

Working in this line of work involves dealing with zombies all day long, Simu gave them the routine instructions. He also knew that Qianhe was cautious by nature and had considerable strength. Since he could catch the zombie in the coffin once, he could catch it a second time. Unless the zombie improved its strength in a very short period of time, such as sucking the blood of dozens or hundreds of people in a short period of time, it would be impossible for anything to happen.

Qianhe nodded in agreement. Coincidentally, Tan Wenjie also came over. After a glance at each other, she realized that Tan Wenjie looked very young, but was actually of a very high generation.

"Qianhe, meet Uncle Master!"

Tan Wenjie's eyes fell on the golden coffin.

He couldn't figure out where this zombie came from. Zombies must be afraid of being struck by lightning, but this zombie started killing people after being struck by lightning.

Tribulation-crossing zombies? Obviously impossible.

Should we directly rob the coffin and zombies here, kill the zombies on the spot, or wait for the zombies to come out of the coffin after being struck by lightning? In fact, the answer is already obvious.

Since it wasn't struck by lightning, there's probably a pretty powerful zombie inside.

"Why don't we rest here for a night?"

Four Eyes: "Ah?"

As the host, I didn't invite anyone.

Besides, he didn't want to have anything to do with these people. Soldiers were troublesome and he couldn't afford to mess with them.

However, Tan Wenjie glanced at him and nodded slightly. Simu thought there must be some reason, so he kept calm and said nothing.

Qianhe shook her head quickly: "We are in a hurry and can't stay for long, and..."

In fact, he really wanted to have a good rest, and with Simu here, he could feel relieved.

Unfortunately, he has no say in the matter.

"This is easy. I'll help you."

Chizuru: “This…”

He looked at Simu, who patted him on the shoulder and said, "Don't worry, your so-called prince will definitely give face to his uncle."

He had heard some information about Tan Wenjie long before, such as that he was rich and had a close relationship with the warlord.

Frontier royal family? The Qing government declared them extinct.

Tan Wenjie was going to keep the royal zombie here today to see its quality. How could he let it leave? He also had no intention of escorting it.

He glanced over the escort.

Strange clothes.

They are all cold weapons.

They must have taken only small paths along the way, and probably avoided the warlords for fear of being targeted.

Not to mention a pure gold coffin, even a gold-plated copper coffin would be worth robbing.

Tan Wenjie looked at the young prince and Minister Wu and said, "My nephew Qianhe has worked hard to transport the coffin. Why don't you rest here for a night and wait until he has enough energy before setting off again."

Be polite before fighting.

If they don't obey, tie them all up and wait until the thunder strikes tonight.

His tone was far from polite.

Before the young prince could speak, Minister Wu, who was holding a handkerchief with his orchid fingers, wiped the saliva from the corner of his mouth and said a few words to the young prince.

"We have indeed been out in the open for a long time, so why not stay here and rest?"

As he said this, his eyes kept glancing towards Tan Wenjie, sending him a wink.

Depend on!
Tan Wenjie's body shook, he remembered the time when Zhang Susu possessed Fei Bao.

He put his right hand behind his back with five fingers clenched.

I saved so many people, so beating up one or two shouldn't be a problem.

"Thank you very much, Taoist Priest~" Minister Wu winked at Tan Wenjie.

Tan Wenjie took a deep breath and was thinking about how to use a method that would inflict pain without killing him when he saw Four Eyes approaching.

"Did you find any problem?"

"Yes, there is a zombie in the coffin."

"and then?"

"Good and evil are in a lifelong struggle, nephew. Are you going to let a zombie go?"

Four eyes: "..."

Things were not what he thought, and he thought Tan Wenjie had noticed something wrong.

Everyone can see that there is a zombie in the coffin, but so what.

Simu admires Tan Wenjie's determination to subdue demons, but does not think he can get rid of the zombies under the protection of a group of experts.

Besides, there is no need to do this.

It was the same when Qianhe buried the zombies underground, dust returned to dust, and no waves were caused.

"That's a royal zombie, what can we do?"

"We'll see what we can do tonight."

Tan Wenjie looked up at the sky.

In just a moment, the sky was covered with dark clouds.

It looks like it's going to rain.

There will also be thunder.

(End of this chapter)