Reincarnation of the Heavens: Starting from Hong Kong Comprehensive

Chapter 217 No Surprises (Additional Update, 12)

The royal corpse was completely wiped out.

Looking at the corpses of different sizes, Master Ikkyu felt complicated. He was already prepared to sacrifice when he came, but in the end he caught nothing.

However, this is a good thing.

A group of four people walked along the broken earth.

Soon, a white horse came to join them.

Frankly speaking, Meng Fan didn't even know when this guy ran away.

However, after looking at the various magical materials and magic weapons tied to the white horse and checking them carefully twice, he found that none of them were missing, and he immediately felt relieved. He was very discerning!

From the beginning to the end, Taoist Meng did not expect his mount to be useful in frontal battles. He just wanted to carry supplies steadily.

Passing by the place where we originally camped, the ground was in a mess. Only a few cracked coffin boards were not buried in the dust. I couldn't help but ask, "Junior brother, what should I do with this coffin?"

Copper, gold, and alloy coffins mixed with other metals can at least produce hundreds of kilograms of gold.

In any era, this is definitely a huge sum of money. However, the four of them are not too enthusiastic about it, so they are out of vulgar taste.

Just like Simu, he had a box of large yellow croakers, which he saved all without spending, and planned to leave it to Jiale, who couldn't use so much.

Meng Fan is even more so.

There is no need to mention Chizuru and Ikkyu either.

"Send it back to the young prince. Our ultimate goal is reward."

Of the eight treasures that guard the mountain, only four remain due to the war.

Welcoming the fifth item is more important than anything else!

Early morning hours.

With this thought in mind, the three of them stepped into the Patriarch Hall.

This time, Wu Shilang no longer reached out and touched, knowing what awe was.

The four masters no longer look at people through their nostrils.

If the emperor's corpse hadn't longed for the flesh and blood of its close relatives and was too lazy to deal with the miscellaneous fish, they would have died long ago.

What's more, the strength displayed by Meng Fan and others is enough to make people stop being frivolous.

"Several Taoist priests..."

The young prince, who was dozing on a wicker chair, woke up and quickly asked what was going on.

We can't hide this matter, so we just tell the truth.

Hearing that the emperor's uncle's body was destroyed, leaving only two large body parts and some small fragments, he couldn't help but sigh and said nothing.

Everyone present can see how ferocious the opponent is, and they cannot be defeated by ordinary means.

"Then please trouble Priest Qianhe and everyone to continue escorting us back to the capital."

"Don't worry about the reward."

Meng Fan got excited, talking nonsense for so long and expending so much effort, wasn't it just for reward?

The little guy is on his way.

Thinking of this, he decided to reciprocate, and suggested: "Why don't you use this head, torso and wood together to carve and paint it to look like it was in life. You want this emperor's corpse, but you don't plan to keep it?"

"I don't dare. I'm just trying to establish my authority."

After saying this, the young prince did not elaborate.

And everyone could also guess that it was a member of the royal family who turned into a zombie and treated the Taoist priests as evil spirits to be killed. This damaged their little face and allowed the emperor to order the execution, but it could unite people's hearts.

With an imperial edict, even zombies will be killed. How majestic is this?

Of course, Meng Fan sneered at this kind of enclosing territory for his own cuteness, and let him let go.

It's time to die early in the morning!

Five days later.

The golden coffin was restored.

The emperor's corpse lying inside was unusually quiet.

The group set off again.

"Master, is that method of controlling a spouse really as powerful as the rumors say?" Jiale asked curiously.Good people go to the end.

Simu insisted on sending Qianhe and Meng Fan away from the border of western Hunan, so he appeared in the escort team again. Naturally, the young prince, who represented the interests of the former Qing Dynasty, would not refuse the inclusion of experts.

"Of course."

The uncle said proudly: "Although controlling spouses is a side sect, it still has its merits. I have specially invited friends from my branch who are proficient in this art to come and help me. It is no joke to hide the truth!"

During this period of time, Meng Fan and his master meditated and adjusted their breath to restore their condition to its best.

Simu is responsible for meeting the needs of the royal family. He spends a lot of money and favors to invite a senior to use his body parts to create a puppet zombie that can look real.

Not only does it look realistic, it can also spit out corpse air and roar.

It obviously involves a lot of undisclosed secrets. If the emperor's corpse was not a big deal, there would be no room for mistakes. Meng Fan wanted to dismantle it and explore the principles.

"Junior brother, I will send it here. See you at the Maoshan ceremony."

Halfway through his words, Si Mu lowered his voice and said:
"If the former Qing royal family is unwilling to keep their promise, you know what to do."

"Impossible, anyway..."

After hearing what Qianhe said, Shimu immediately interrupted:
"Don't be mean or impossible. Never underestimate the limits of these bastards. Forget it, your personality is not suitable for dealing with them."

"Xiao Fan, they broke the contract and refused to return the jade target given to them by Xuan He. Do you know what to do?"

"I know." Meng Fan nodded.

Hearing what my nephew said, my eyes immediately felt at ease.

Until now, he was similar to his second senior brother Lin Jiu. He believed in Meng Fan more than he believed in himself——

Not to mention his profound knowledge, his meticulous mind, not to mention his knowledge, and having drank foreign ink, he has become the mainstay of Maoshan.

Hmm...age is a flaw, and if it lasts a little longer, it will become even more perfect.

"Goodbye, senior brother, have a nice trip."

"See you at the Maoshan ceremony years ago."

Jia Le waved his hand and watched everyone go on the road again.

The six Taoists, Southeast, Northwest, Meng Fan, and Qianhe, were escorting a puppet with an emperor's corpse that posed no threat. Their moods were naturally different from those in the past.

Not to mention traveling around the mountains and rivers, seeing all the beautiful scenery is not that far away.

During this period, Chizuru, a taciturn master, tried to teach his apprentice something, but...

Uncle Jiu taught them all.

Having no choice but to give up, we started chatting about home affairs.

Xiangxi belongs to Southern Zhili, and after crossing the river and traveling a few hundred miles to the north, we reach Northern Zhili.

If you put it at the feet of half an emperor in ancient times.

Now... it's a different matter.

Fortunately, the major separatist forces gave the former royal family face and did not ask for help. I heard that the zombies suppressed in the coffin were surrounded by a group of Taoist priests. I wished they could move faster.

A month and a half later.

Capital.

In the second year of the Republic of China, this place still looked like the old imperial capital, old and twilight.

The gentleman from Shaoxing who gave up medicine to study literature entered Beijing in this year and worked in the education industry.

Meng Fan's first impression of this ancient city was similar to the same. He felt that there wasn't much natural scenery to see, the soil was yellowish, and the vegetation was sparse.

Maybe it has to do with the season?
Autumn is already here, and in a month it will snow in the north.

However, the city walls and various ancient buildings are impeccable and represent the pinnacle of craftsmanship.

"I'm sorry to see you off, so let's go."

"Three days later, someone will go to the Taoist temple to discuss the follow-up matters."

Wu Shilang delivered the message on behalf of his young master.

Since the other party had informed him about this in advance, Meng Fan was not in a hurry.

(End of this chapter)