He didn't expect Eldest Senior Brother to take in such a good disciple!
The Eldest Brother mentioned by Taoist Master Thousand Crane was not Shi Jian, the head disciple of Mao Mountain, but Lin Fengjiao, the senior brother of their branch.
One could not blame Qian He and the four eyes for being envious. One could easily notice the differences between cultivators.
Since he could be introduced by Si Mu, Zhang Wenjie was naturally a registered disciple of Mao Mountain.
He couldn't tell Zhang Wenjie's cultivation level, but considering his age, he could only be at the same cultivation level as an Earth Master. The difference was experience!
To have the cultivation of an Earth Master at such a young age, the day of becoming a Heavenly Master was just around the corner!
"Hey, hey, hey! That Taoist priest, have you finished your nonsense!”
"Hey, hey, hey, I'm asking you a question! Was he mute? Why are you stopping there?"
Just as the few of them were chatting, a pale-faced person who spoke in a feminine voice berated Qian He.
"Junior Brother, what unit is this?”
The so-called unit referred to the employer's side.
"A damn eunuch called Assistant Minister Wu!”
Qian He whispered to Si Mu. Then, Qian He quickly turned around and explained,"Steward Wu, when you pass by this place, you can borrow some glutinous rice from Senior Brother!”
"Glutinous Rice?"
"You took a big turn and said you were here to buy glutinous rice. Are you…"
Steward Wu was about to curse when the little boy on the palanquin suddenly said,""Assistant Minister Wu, let's rest here for a while.”
Steward Wu, who had just spat out feces, immediately changed his attitude and bowed his head in agreement.
"The young prince has spoken. Everyone, take a rest!”
"Jiale, pass the glutinous rice to Uncle-Master."
Four-eyed tactfully rubbed his lips at Jiale.
"Oh!"
Jiale responded impatiently, then walked away from Qingqing reluctantly and jogged back to get the glutinous rice.
"Junior brother, where did you get this kind of unlucky boasting? I can smell a thick corpse aura from afar.”
"Besides…"
Daoist Priest Four-Eyed walked toward the golden coffin and knocked on it gently with his finger.
"The copper-horned golden coffin is wrapped with an ink net. Moreover, this smell…it has been at least half a year since the corpse transformation!?”
"He's turned into a zombie!"
Qian He's face was filled with helplessness!
"Junior Brother, why do you keep this damn thing? Why don't you burn it?”
Daoist Priest Four-Eyed looked at the eunuchs who were circling around the little boy and seemed to have thought of something.
Taoist Master Qian He looked up and sighed helplessly.
"I didn't want to take it at first, but the money they gave me was too much!”
"This zombie is from the royal family of the border. We can't burn it. The client requested that it be transported to the capital as soon as possible and wait for the emperor to decide.”
"Emperor? Didn't the Qing Dynasty fall?"
Zhang Wenjie didn't understand why he had the courage to jump out now that the dynasty had changed. He used to hide in the corner and drag out an ignoble existence.
"As for the old and young, their emperor is still around.”
"A scourge lasts for a thousand years. Since he's dead, he should die!”
Zhang Wenjie, on the other hand, was a chuunibyou. Indeed, he had no interest in this kind of rat.
"A centipede dies but doesn't turn stiff. His corpse doesn't burn even after it turns stiff. He has to be transported back to Shangjing despite all difficulties. It seems that the idea of restoration hasn't stopped!”
"Master, Glutinous Rice!" Jiale jogged to Four Eyes and handed the glutinous rice to him.
He took the glutinous rice and looked at the coffin with a malicious smile.
"Junior Brother, be careful. I hope you're feeding the glutinous rice to the chickens!”
Using glutinous rice meant that the zombie had escaped. Since he had spent a lot of money to ask Qian He to escort him to the capital, the zombie in the coffin was definitely a tough nut to crack.
"Cough cough…This Penniless Priest thinks…"
"Master, do you also think that these people want to use zombies to restore the Qing Dynasty?”
Zhang Wenjie looked up at the rolling clouds in the sky and interrupted Master Ikxiu.
"Uh…Amitabha. Monks don't care about worldly affairs…"
Without waiting for Master Yixiu to finish speaking, the nearby eunuch Steward Wu trotted over.
He pointed at Qian He and urged.
"Hey! Alright, if you have any nonsense, save it for Qingming. Let's set off quickly!”
"Alright, alright, I'll be right there!"
Qian He's face was filled with impatience as he replied perfunctorily!
"Senior Brother, we'll meet again!"
"Shidi, have a safe journey!"
Seeing the team leave, Jiale pointed at the bronze coffin and said,"This coffin is quite beautiful. It must be very valuable.”
"Of course, it's made of gold!"
Daoist Priest Four-Eyed said casually.
"Master, you don't have to be envious. In the future, if there's a chance, I'll definitely work hard to earn money and buy an identical coffin to show my respect to you.”
Upon hearing this, Zhang Wenjie burst out laughing. He was indeed a good disciple!
Was he hoping that his master would turn into a zombie?
He still hoped that his master would die early!
What a filial son!
"You're quite filial."
When Master Ikxiu heard this, he laughed exaggeratedly and gave Si Mu a thumbs up.
Just as he was speaking, muffled thunder sounded in the distance. It really did agree with that sentence. The rainy season was like a little wife's face, changing at will.
Hearing the muffled thunder, Daoist Priest Four-Eyed sighed and said,"
"Sigh, I hope they're alright."
Zhang Wenjie shook his head. What a vicious curse. Generally speaking, if it was fine, something would definitely happen!
At night, the heavy rain that had been holding in for the entire afternoon finally began to fall. Lightning flashed and thunder rumbled in the night sky. Daoist Priest Four-Eyed came to the door and looked at the heavy rain. He couldn't help but worry for Daoist Priest Thousand Crane.
"I wonder how Junior Brother is doing? Fortunately, the tent was not torn down." Daoist Priest Four-Eyed said worriedly.
"Wenjie, take care of the house with Jiale. I'm going out for a while.”
After thinking about it for a while, Martial Uncle Four-Eyed picked up a paper umbrella and prepared to go out. He instructed Zhang Wenjie, who was sitting in the corner smoking a cigarette.
"Yes, Uncle-Master!"
Zhang Wenjie had no intention of following them. What was the point of following them? It was a thankless task. It was better to wait for an opportunity to fish in troubled waters.
Daoist Priest Four-Eyed pushed open the door and walked out.
"Hey, Four-eyes, where are you going to steal chickens and dogs so late at night?？”
Seeing this, Master Ikxiu stuck his head out of the window.
"I'm a little worried about Taoist Master Qian He. When I saw the coffin today, I felt a little scared.”
Four Eyes ran out as he spoke.
Upon hearing this, Master Ikyu turned around and instructed Qingqing to lock the door. After saying this, he also took the paper umbrella and followed her out.
A storm suddenly came!
The team transporting the coffin had no choice but to stop and set up camp.
Taoist Master Thousand Crane was glad that the tent on the coffin had not been removed. Otherwise, he would have been in big trouble.
However, Taoist Master Thousand Crane's expression changed very quickly. The rain was getting heavier and heavier, accompanied by a strong wind. The small tent above the coffin could not withstand the rain at all.
In just a moment, the coffin was completely wet, and the ink on the ink fountain net was slowly washed away by the rain.
Taoist Master Qian He saw that the situation was not good. He opened the tent that had been set up with one hand and explained his purpose of coming to Steward Wu, who was smeared with water powder.
"Steward Wu, it's raining heavily. Get someone to push the coffin into the tent to shelter from the rain!”
Steward Wu, who had finished replenishing her makeup, pinched the towel on the table with her orchid fingers and asked delicately,"Why?"
"The ink thread has started to melt," Taoist Master Thousand Crane explained.”
"Just this? You're really making a mountain out of a molehill. Why don't you wait for the rain to stop before you draw? It's only such a small tent. How can there be space for a coffin?!”
Steward Wu glared at Taoist Master Qian He and pulled the castrated duck mulberry with his orchid fingers, asking Qian He to get out.
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