I collect gold fingers in the heavens

Chapter 65 Zombies Out of the Coffin
"Senior brother, what do you mean by this?" Daoist Qianhe still attached great importance to his senior brother's words.

"I look at the changes in the sky. There will be heavy rain tonight, maybe there will be thunder and lightning! You tear down the tent now. If it rains at night, the ink fountain net will be soaked by the rain, and what will you do if the zombies inside run out?" Wu said. Siyuan asked.

Monk Yixiu was a little embarrassed when he heard the words, he didn't think carefully, Wu Siyuan caught the loophole, this slap in the face really came too fast!
But no one paid attention to him at this time.

Daoist Qianhe is indeed a person with a modest personality who can listen to other people's opinions. He thought about it for the same reason, and quickly ordered his four disciples, "East, south, west, north, you four, put the tents together. Put it back on."

Although they didn't quite understand the repeated behavior of their master, the four disciples still went to get the tent honestly.

It's just that they don't have an opinion, but others do.

"What's up, what's up, didn't you dismantle the tent to reduce the body odor? Now you're putting up the tent again?" A coquettish voice came from the side, and what's worse, the person who said this voice was a A big man with a small beard and rouge and gouache was waving a handkerchief and pinching his orchid fingers.

Is it not Wu Shilang or who?

Wu Siyuan knew that this guy's sexual orientation was abnormal, and he still had unreasonable thoughts about Jia Le, the disciple of Taoist Master Four Eyes. More importantly, when this guy was in power, his eyes were above the top, and few people were regarded by him , so I don't bother to pay attention to him!
Daoist Qianhe went up to greet him, and explained to Wu Shilang, "My senior brother said that there will be heavy rain tonight, so we put a tent on the golden coffin just in case!"

"It's like this..." Wu Shilang looked up at the sky, there was no cloud in the sky, and said, "The weather is fine, why is there rain?"

"Okay, don't waste time, we are on our way! Hurry to the capital early, and meet the emperor early!" Wu Shilang said arrogantly, and ordered the guards and soldiers to start their journey!

Just at this time, Jiale also came back with a small bag of glutinous rice and handed it to Taoist Master Qianhe.

Daoist Qianhe sighed helplessly when he saw this, and turned his head to Wu Siyuan and Monk Yixiu and said, "Senior Brother, Master Yixiu, we are on our way, and we will meet later!"

"There will be a period later!" Master Yixiu also said.

"There will be a period later! Be careful all the way." Wu Siyuan could only say this.

"Goodbye!" Daoist Qianhe set out on his way.

"Heaven commits crimes and you can still live, but people commit crimes and you can't live!"

Wu Siyuan shook his head and sighed, turned around and walked back to the house in silence.

Monk Yixiu was a little strange and asked Jiale, "Jiale, what's wrong with your master?"

Jia Le shook his head, and said with no surprise, "I don't know, but he is like this, it's weird."

Monk Yixiu thought so, and went back to his house.

When Jia Le returned to the house, he was surprised to find that Wu Siyuan was packing up his things.

He asked suspiciously, "Master, are you going to take the goods out?"

What Jiale said was the corpse that Taoist Simu helped people drive away.

Wu Siyuan shook his head, casually threw a consecrated mahogany sword and a dozen yellow talismans to Jiale, and said, "Put these guys away for self-defense! I have something to go out for a while! If you encounter dirty things, do it right away!" "

"I still have some magical artifacts in my room, go in and get them if you need them!"

After finishing speaking, Wu Siyuan hurried out, leaving Jiale confused.

Not long after he left, there was a thunderclap in the clear sky, and the wind picked up.

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Tonight, Tall Woods!

In the darkness, the wind and rain, thunder and lightning.

Because of the heavy rain, it was impossible to walk at all, so Taoist Master Qianhe's corpse transportation team was stationed here.

In the midst of the storm, it was difficult to erect the tent.

Daoist Qianhe, who was drenched in the rain, watched this scene with concern, and suddenly found that the ink fountain on the golden coffin had been washed and dripped by the rain.

The ink fountain juice mixed with rooster blood has a strong yang attribute and is used to seal the royal zombies inside the golden coffin.

This royal zombie is particularly fierce and has reached the standard of [Bronze Corpse].

If the chicken blood ink bucket was washed away, the golden coffin alone might not be able to restrain this zombie.

At this time, he felt a little remorseful. If he had known earlier, he should not have listened to Master Yixiu's advice today. He should have followed what Senior Brother Simu said and not tear down the tent!

If there is a tent to cover it, although it can't completely block the wind and rain, at least it won't be like it is now!
Just at this time, a subordinate reported to Wu Shilang that the tent had been set up, and Taoist Master Qianhe found Wu Shilang worriedly, and said, "Wu Shilang, can you let the coffin go in first?"

"why?"

"Because the ink fountain thread is starting to fade."

"Oh... no!"

"Wait a minute..." Daoist Qianhe said anxiously.

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Wu Shilang, "It will be fine later, not now!"

Wu Shilang smiled obsequiously and walked to the little boy in luxurious robes, and said respectfully, "Brother Seventy-one, we can enter the camp now."

The little boy sitting on the sedan chair nodded silently.

"You have to sit down. Get up the sedan chair!"

Wu Shilang beckoned the soldiers to carry Brother Seventy-one into the barracks, "Hurry up, hurry up!"

Daoist Qianhe was almost dying of anxiety, he took another look at the golden coffin, the ink fountain line on the coffin had completely melted away!
Fortunately, Brother Seventy-one had already sat down in the barracks at this time, and the soldiers carrying the sedan chairs also came out.

Daoist Qianhe saw it, and said quickly, "Hurry up, push into the barracks!"

Four of his disciples and several soldiers came to help, pushing the golden coffin towards the barracks with difficulty.

Suddenly, a gust of evil wind blew by.

The rain suddenly stopped.

Several people are a little happy, after all, no one wants to work in the rain.

They continued to push the golden coffin, and as a result, thunder and lightning struck.

Suddenly a bolt of lightning fell from the sky and landed on the golden coffin.

A few soldiers couldn't dodge in time, they were directly turned into coke by the electric shock, and lost their lives.

Hearing the voice, Wu Shilang walked out of the tent to have a look, "What's the matter? What's the matter?"

As a result, a creaking sound was heard from the golden coffin.

He followed the prestige and saw that the net on the golden coffin was glowing orange-yellow, and a pair of hands inside the coffin were pushing the coffin lid out.

Wu Shilang's expression changed greatly in fright and he hurriedly backed away, "Oh, it's so scary!"

On the other side, Daoist Qianhe's face became particularly ugly, and he shouted eagerly to his disciple, "Bring the rope, hurry up!"

At this time, the network cable on the golden coffin was about to be broken, and the coffin lid was about to be pushed away by the royal zombies inside.

Seeing that something was wrong, Taoist Master Qianhe immediately jumped onto the golden coffin, using his own weight to hold down the golden coffin!

The two disciples also brought a rope as thick as an arm, Taoist Master Qianhe took the rope, joined hands with several disciples, and tied the golden coffin together with the rope.

(End of this chapter)