"Lil Feng, come with me to meet your senior brothers!”Taoist Master Thousand Crane said as he led Qin Feng to identify the person.
Qin Feng followed Taoist Master Thousand Crane to the east, west, south, and north sides. He got to know his fellow brothers.
After talking for a while, Steward Wu was already impatient. He put his hands on his waist and shouted,"Alright, alright, time to set off!”
Qin Feng followed behind Taoist Master Thousand Crane and joined the team that was transporting the imperial corpses.
As soon as Qin Feng approached the golden coffin, he felt the Corpse Qi surrounding it. The Corpse Qi was so dense that it was not any less than the mutated zombies. It was really something. No wonder Taoist Master Thousand Crane was so worried.
"I hope nothing happens!"
Daoist Priest Four-Eyed said worriedly as he looked at Daoist Priest Thousand Crane and Qin Feng.
For some reason, he felt uneasy.
"Don't worry. Fellow Daoist Thousand Crane has been cultivating for so many years. There won't be any problems.”
At this time, it was rare for Master Ikxiu to not argue with Daoist Priest Four-Eyed.
"Harder!"
Jiale stood beside Taoist Priest Four-Eyed and watched as the Qing soldiers pushed the coffin forward. The car moved very slowly.
Jia Le looked at the golden coffin and sighed,"Master, this coffin is so beautiful! So heavy!"
Daoist Priest Four-Eyed was looking at Daoist Priest Thousand Crane and Qin Feng with his hands behind his back. Hearing Jiale's words, he said in a bad mood,"Nonsense! That's made of gold."
Qin Feng heard their conversation and secretly curled his lips. Who said that the golden coffin must be made of gold? Even if the person in the coffin was a royal family from the border, it was impossible for the coffin to be made of pure gold. This coffin was most likely made of bronze and plated with a layer of gold.
Even so, this golden coffin was still expensive.
A coffin made of gold?
Jiale's eyes widened when he heard that. After a while, he said excitedly,"Then I must work hard to earn money and buy an identical golden coffin for Master in the future.”
“……”
Daoist Priest Four-Eyed was instantly petrified as he looked at Jiale in a daze.
Jiale was really his good disciple!
How could he curse his master's disciple like this?
Qin Feng and Taoist Thousand Crane had not gone far. Jiale was so loud that they naturally heard him saying that he wanted to buy a golden coffin for Taoist Four Eyes. Taoist Thousand Crane shook his head with a bitter smile. He felt that this disciple of Senior Four Eyes was even more unreliable than North, South, East and West.
As a Taoist priest of Mao Mountain, the most helpless thing was to become a zombie and bring disaster to the human world. How could Jiale curse Senior Brother Four-Eyed like this? It was obvious that he didn't mean it. He just didn't know the significance of the golden coffin. He really didn't know how Senior Brother Four-Eyed usually taught his disciples. If a Mao Mountain disciple said such words, it would be a joke.
Qin Feng was almost amused by this pair of master and disciple. In fact, he really wanted to tell Jiale that no matter how filial he was and how hard he worked to earn money, he might not be able to afford such a golden coffin in his lifetime.
Daoist Priest Four-Eyed was so angry that his face twisted.
Master Ikxiu, who was standing at the side, saw that Daoist Priest Four-Eyed was trembling in anger and could not help but add insult to injury. He looked at the silly Jiale and chuckled,"You're really filial. Your master is really blessed.”
"Hehe!"
Jiale didn't know that he had angered Daoist Priest Four-Eyed and thought that Master Ikkyu was really praising him. He scratched his head in embarrassment and laughed foolishly.
"Go back!"
Daoist Priest Four-Eyed couldn't take it anymore and roared at Jiale.
Jia Le was stunned by the shout and looked at his master innocently.
Was he wrong? Why was his master shouting at him?
On the way, he would help the Qing soldiers push or pull the carts from time to time.
Qin Feng naturally did not have to do the hard work of pushing the cart. With Taoist Master Thousand Crane's status, it was impossible for him to pull the cart. Moreover, he was focused on guarding against the person in the golden coffin. How could he have the mood to do that?
"Lil Feng, you're really capable. You can refine zombies at such a young age.”
Taoist Master Thousand Crane observed Qin Feng for a while and found that he had a steadiness that exceeded his age at such a young age. He was shocked.
"Isn't my master helping to hold the line?" Qin Feng smiled.”
"You brat!"
Taoist Master Qian He couldn't help but laugh when he heard this. How could anyone help him refine zombies?
"By the way, how long have you been at the mortuary?”
Taoist Master Thousand Crane had been running around everywhere. He really didn't know about Qin Feng.
"Three months!"
"What is it? Only three months?"
Taoist Master Thousand Crane was shocked. There were no shortcuts in cultivation. He was indeed a rare genius in cultivation to reach this realm in three months.
There were many disciples in Mao Mountain, but there were not many true experts. The north, south, east, and west were still considered good. Look at Wen Cai, Qiu Sheng, and Jia Le. They had cultivated for several years, but they were not even considered to have entered the sect.
The two of them walked at the front of the team and chatted casually.
"Boom!"
"Boom!"
The originally clear sky suddenly darkened, and thunder could be heard faintly.
Taoist Master Thousand Crane looked up at the gloomy sky and said with some relief,""Fortunately, I didn't listen to Master Ikxiu and tear down the tent. Otherwise, it would have been troublesome.”
"This season is like this. It's getting dark. Why don't we find a camp to rest?”
Taoist Master Thousand Crane nodded and went to find Steward Wu to discuss the matter of setting up camp.""Steward Wu, the sky is getting dark and there might be a rainstorm. How about we set up camp here and rest?”
"Seventy-first brother, what do you think?"
Steward Wu glanced at Taoist Master Qian He, then turned to look at the little brother.
"Then rest!"
The little brother had been pampered since he was a child, and had never experienced such hardships. His mental state was originally not good, so when he heard that they were going to set up camp, he agreed without thinking.
"Good!" Steward Wu nodded, raised his orchid fingers and shouted at the team,""Stop, stop, set up camp!”
A group of Qing soldiers immediately stopped and parked the golden coffin on the main road. They went to set up camp at the side.
"These people are simply…"
Qin Feng was slightly speechless when he saw this scene.
"Sigh! Who asked him to be our employer!”
Taoist Master Qian He sighed. He was annoyed by a sissy who was bossing him around. Since he had accepted this business, what could he do?
Qin Feng walked to the side of the coffin and felt that the corpse qi in the coffin was getting stronger and stronger. He frowned secretly. This guy wouldn't run out, right?
"Rumble!"
A bolt of lightning struck down from the sky. After the rolling thunder, it immediately began to rain heavily.
Qin Feng and Taoist Master Qian He immediately became nervous when they saw the ink net on the coffin begin to melt.
"Martial Uncle, if the situation changes, we should protect ourselves first.”
Knowing that this martial uncle was too straightforward, Qin Feng could not help but exhort.
So what if he was the 71-year-old prince? So what if he was Steward Wu? The Qing Dynasty was almost over, so what was there to put on airs? No one cared about the big guy in the coffin. Wasn't this courting death?
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