Reincarnation of the Heavens: Starting from Hong Kong Comprehensive

Chapter 210 Master and Disciple Meet (Additional Update, 15)

Life has completely returned to calm.

There is no sound of wooden fish or bells.

Slaughtering livestock for meat is not just a reward for Master Simu, so Quan should reciprocate his kindness.

When Meng Fan goes out to perform the tooth ceremony, he will bring back some meat to replenish his energy.

Two days later, one evening.

Thunder broke out.

A mahogany sword with strong yang energy floats in the air, absorbing the power of thunder from all directions. Although its power is not as powerful as a magic weapon forged from the best lightning strike wood, it is not far behind.

After all, the producers have made a lot of efforts on the day after tomorrow: sealing the seal, triggering thunder from the earthquake position...

"When a sword is born, it must drink blood. Nephew, what is the purpose of this magical weapon of yours?"

"Slay the evil spirits."

"Royal zombie? It seems that you expected that something unexpected would happen. Don't worry, I said before that I will escort you safely out of Xiangxi."

The dark clouds overhead cleared.

Meng Fan carried the magic sword on his back and walked towards his residence with Si Mu, both of them looking solemn.

Predicting danger on a whim has been around since ancient times. The higher the cultivation level of a person, the more sensitive and accurate his spiritual sense will be. You cannot but believe it.

Therefore, Meng Fan does not need to explain the reason specifically, everyone is willing to believe it——

This is considered a benefit after improving one's cultivation level.

Because of this, seeing Meng Fan preparing so carefully, his eyes gradually became alert.

After all, in many major matters, his nephew... is unpredictable.

the next day.

Life was as peaceful as usual.

However, Taoist Meng had a mahogany sword on his back and liked to sit on the big tree outside the courtyard and meditate.

Gah!Gah!Gah!
noon.

In the dense forest in the distance, a group of crows were frightened away, as if they had encountered something terrible. You know, they themselves are regarded as the incarnation of the unknown.

Meng Fan raised his eyes and looked at the sky first.

The sun is shining brightly.

However, when the sun reaches its highest point, it is about to set. The explanation of Si Shi is this:
All things rise and fall in great splendor.

On the desolate official road, a group of people was advancing slowly, accompanied by the sound of loud gongs.

clang!
clang!
clang! !

There is no doubt that this is a kind of majesty.

At the front of the team were two large flags with dragon patterns, which were carried by strong men. Even under the scorching sun and sweating profusely, they did not dare to let the flags tilt.

Then, there were four soldiers carrying giant gongs, beating them hard from time to time, even though there were no people in the mountains and dense forests.

At this moment, Meng Fan completely understood why Master walked so slowly from the Yunnan-Guizhou Plateau to Xiangxi, for three or four months!
"The Qing Dynasty has fallen, and yet it still puts on such a big show to show the ghosts."

After saying this, Meng Fan jumped down from the tree and joined the four people who came out after hearing the noise.

Behind the pomp, there was a carriage, covered with an umbrella, and underneath was a coffin that shone with golden light, evenly wrapped around by a net of ink buckets.

It is very heavy and will leave deep car marks wherever it passes, but it is definitely not pure gold. Otherwise, the horse cannot pull it at all, nor can it be replaced by four strong bulls.

"Remember to call someone later, it's Senior Uncle Qian Qianhe." His eyes were full of smiles, but he didn't forget to tell Jia Le to avoid losing his etiquette.

"Yes, Master."

Listening to Jia Le's words, Meng Fan felt a little strange in his heart. How long had it been since he called him master?

Ever since I came to the Republic of China, I have always been calling him "Master."

Central convoy.

Both sides of the coffin.

Surrounded by four young men wearing plain loose robes, they were named after southeast, northwest and northwest.

Right in front was a middle-aged Taoist priest wearing a Bagua robe. When he saw the people standing on the official side from a distance, a smile immediately appeared on his face, and his joy was beyond words.

Meng Fan took the initiative to greet him.

"Master."

"Good, good, good."

However, before the two of them could reminisce about old times, a sissy girl with makeup and makeup came over and shouted in a thin voice:

"Hey, hey, hey!"

"What are you doing? It's so hot, why don't you hurry up and get back to the capital as soon as possible." Chartered public?
He seems to be called Wu Guansheng, a dead eunuch.

There was definitely something wrong with this guy's orientation. After squeezing in, looking at Meng Fan's face, he let out an exaggerated exclamation, and then subconsciously reached for his waist with a hand.

"roll!"

Meng Fan felt disgusted and raised his hand to fight him away.

He likes women.

With this interruption, the atmosphere that had been brewing quickly disappeared, but it did not prevent Qianzhe from feeling happy.

Although it is not clear what has happened recently, it can be seen from his demeanor that his apprentice has made great progress.

Uncle Simu stepped forward to say hello: "Junior brother."

"Senior brother." Qianhe saluted quickly.

Among the generation of people in Maoshan, he is the most particular about etiquette, and he is very strict, and he is not so polite at all when meeting Uncle Jiu.

Of course, being polite is a good thing.

"Uncle Master."

Jia Le shouted and saluted.

Subconsciously, Chizuru groped around on her body and finally took out a handkerchief.

"Pixiu pulls his finger. The objects leaked out of the palace are the gifts given to you by your uncle. Good boy, they have grown so big in the blink of an eye."

When I opened it, I saw, as expected, a beautifully shaped wrench lying quietly inside the handkerchief.

Jiale and Simu looked at each other.

Not long ago, Meng Fan presented him with a top-quality lightning strike wooden amulet as a great gift.

Now his master Qianzuru is doing the same.

The royal objects in the palace are extremely valuable in themselves, and they are also tainted with a trace of luck...

Seeing how kind the master and disciple were, Si Mu and Jia Le felt embarrassed.

The former has nothing good, and giving gold bars directly is too tacky, and it will easily damage the relationship between the brothers. Not to mention the latter, he has not yet entered the Taoism, he is completely naked, and there is no way to find a return gift.

"Uncle, why don't you stay here for a few days, and I'll cook good food for you every day." Jiale suggested.

"No !!!!"

Wu Shilang came out again to make his presence felt, which made Meng Fan feel disgusted.

Qianzhe felt embarrassed and sighed:
"Let's meet up another day. After all, I took this job."

To be honest, the heavy task of escorting the corpse this time was a torture.

Things were already dangerous, and a dead eunuch came in, which seriously hindered me. Sometimes it hurt, and sometimes I felt uncomfortable there. I don’t know how much time was wasted.

As a result, I finally made it to Xiangxi, where I was reminiscing with my senior brothers, nephews, and my beloved disciple whom I hadn’t seen for several years. I didn’t even have time to burn incense before I was rushed.

Do you really not regard Taoist priests as human beings?
"Business is important."

As a corpse chaser, Simu can more or less understand this feeling. He sighed, patted Qianhe on the shoulder and said, "You have gained a good apprentice. Let us reunite as brothers at the Maoshan ceremony."

Next, Master and Qingqing stepped forward.

Another greeting.

"The bronze horns, golden coffin, and ink bucket net. Xiaofan is right, it is a very dangerous thing."

His eyes fell on the golden coffin.

Qianzhe nodded and said, "That's true. If I hadn't arrived in time and cast a spell to suppress it before it raised its body, I'm afraid it would have been another catastrophe."

"Why not burn it on the spot?"

Master Yixiu frowned.

"This zombie belonged to the frontier royal family when he was alive. The only way is to transport it to the capital and hand it over to the royal family for disposal. There is nothing I can do." Qianhe shook his head.

A hundred-footed worm, dead but not stiff.

Everyone sighed in unison.

As the saying goes, it is normal for someone to learn the art of slaying dragons, join the emperor's family, and join the officialdom.

But Si Mu knew clearly in his heart that the path chosen by his junior brother seemed to be prosperous, and no matter how the situation changed, he could become the guest of the big shots, but many times he was helpless and faced many difficulties.

"Then Taoist Priest, since there are zombies inside, why don't you dismantle the tent and rely on the sunlight to drive away the corpse energy?"

Qianhe's eyes lit up and he said hurriedly: "Thank you, Master, for your guidance. Southeast, Southeast, Northwest, Xiaofan, Jiale, please help me dismantle this tent."

Meng Fan, who seemed relatively silent about this, but couldn't find a chance to interrupt, said:

"Master, you can't dismantle it."

(End of this chapter)