Taoist priest in the foggy capital

Chapter 72 Maoshan Heavenly Master
"I am so incompetent that I was killed by a zombie..."

Uncle Ming stood in the center and told his colleagues in apricot-yellow robes what happened three days ago.

"The zombie king is so cunning. When he was hit by the sun, his legs were torn off and he ran away."

In Uncle Ming's opinion, it was really a shame to allow the zombies to escape after making such elaborate preparations.

But the Taoist priests in the audience were just amazed and admired the deeds of the two masters and apprentices in their fierce battle against the Zombie King.

The above is Yin Xiu's fantasy.

In fact, the Taoist priests just stared at Uncle Ming and did not notice Yin Xiu standing in the corner at all.

In order to attend this gathering, Uncle Ming put on Taoist robes, and he also wore an apricot-yellow robe. Like many disciples, he stood next to a Grand Master Zhang chair.

Only Taoist Master Afa whispered to him from time to time.

"The fat one on the left is a fish seller in the market. People call him Fish Seller Sheng. He used to be very good. He could hold a big millstone in one hand and walk halfway up the mountain from the foot of Taiping Mountain."

"And that, don't look at it. He is lame. Even a horse can't catch up with him when he runs. Now he is guarding the school."

"Although your master is the only descendant of the Mao family in Hong Kong, he also studied with us before. Everyone here has more or less connections."

"Speaking of which, Master was in retreat at that time, and what he taught us was..."

Before Ah Fa finished speaking, he heard the sound of tables and chairs being pulled, followed by the sound of many people standing up.

He also stood up quickly, "Uncle Master is here!"

"Master!"

"Master!"

Under the gaze and shouts of everyone, an old man with sharp eyebrows and starry eyes, flying crane hair and a bun came in.

Wearing a simple gray robe, he put his hands behind his back and greeted everyone with his eyes as he walked. His steps were steady and powerful, and his breathing was even and smooth. At first glance, he was a master of Qi training.

Uncle Ming, who was standing in the center, respectfully stepped aside, and together with everyone else, watched the old man sit on the only Taishi chair in the middle.

The old man sat down calmly, and behind him hung a lifelike portrait of the founder of Maoshan.

As soon as he sat down, he said slowly: "Everyone, please sit down."

After everyone heard his words, they sat down one by one and stood up straight.

Yin Xiu asked in a low voice: "Who is this old man?"

"Is that what you called me, old man?"

Afa glared at him, "Nangong Baixing, the only great heavenly master of the Maoshan sect, is an official of the Qintian Prison in the north. You must bow respectfully when you see him. Most of the people here were taught by him."

Nangong Baixing did not go to see Uncle Ming immediately, but first glanced at everyone present.

Then he asked: "Where is Lin Fengjiao? Why isn't she here?"

Someone immediately stood up and replied respectfully: "Senior Brother Lin went to the provincial capital. I heard that he was going to show Master Ren the Feng Shui."

Nangong Baixing nodded calmly and motioned for the man to sit down.

Then he looked at Uncle Ming again and said: "Xiao Ming, I've heard about you. I didn't expect that I just went to Nanyang and came back with so many things. Flying corpses and so on. Even I haven't seen it in many years." I’ve seen it, you’re lucky to be alive.”

"It's all the ancestor's blessing." Nangong Baixing raised his eyebrows, seeming to be thinking about something.

"It's one thing for the Patriarch to bless us, but as descendants of Maoshan, we can't rely on the Patriarch to show up for everything, right?"

He glanced at everyone present, his eyes were like sharp swords, but they only made people feel awe, not fear.

"The Zombie King is hiding. I can't calculate its location using Ziwei Dou, so forget it. But what about the zombies jumping around Hong Kong Island, do you plan to ignore them?"

Nangong Baixing snorted coldly, and everyone couldn't help but tremble.

Uncle Ming hurriedly said: "Uncle, I am here this time not only to deal with the zombie king, but also to ask the sect to take action and collect all the corpses."

Nangong Baixing's attitude softened a little. In fact, as soon as he entered the door, he saw that everyone had more or less scars on their bodies, which were obviously caused by fighting zombies.

Most of the Taoist priests here were taught by him. Among them, I can probably count on one hand the ones who can fight the Zombie King for several rounds without dying. It is indeed a bit difficult for them to deal with Fei Zhan.

But for the zombies messing around in Hong Kong Island, Nangong Baixing still thought that the efficiency of everyone present was too low.

The Zombie King has gone into hiding to recuperate, but the minions outside have not yet been dealt with. How can he concentrate on dealing with the Zombie King?
That's why he's angry.

After calming down for a while, he looked at Uncle Ming: "Xiao Ming, since you are here, you must have an idea, right? Speak out and listen."

Uncle Ming said respectfully: "I have some humble opinions, and I would like to ask for your guidance, uncle. I plan to do this, this, and this..."

"it is good!"

Nangong Baixing put the tea cup back on the table, nodded and said: "Just do as you said, and set up a large array to search for demons all over the sky. Use that Chen Bin as bait, and I will be the flag officer."

Yin Xiu asked in a low voice: "What is a flag officer?"

Afa was stunned when he asked him, and after a pause he said: "He is just a commander, a commander, a fitter, etc. Do you understand now?"

"Understood! If that's what you're talking about, I understand very well!"

Yin Xiu nodded like garlic.

Uncle Ming said with some worry: "The position of the flag officer is the eye of the formation. All monsters and monsters will flee there. It is extremely dangerous. Master uncle..."

Nangong Baixing glanced at him, "Do you think you can't do it, or I can't do it? The zombie king is difficult to deal with, is it difficult to deal with a few zombies?"

Uncle Ming knew the uncle's temper, so he stopped answering.

Seeing that Uncle Ming stopped talking, Nangong Baixing twirled his fingers a few times, and after thinking for a while, he said: "Since the matter is settled, it will be at midnight two days later. It is the full moon and when the yin energy is the heaviest, those Zombies will definitely come out in force at this moment."

"We have set up a large magic-searching array. We have set up four formation gates, blue dragon and white tiger, at the top, bottom, left and right corners. Only one gap is left open for zombies to come in. Do you have any objections?"

"But listen to the instructions of the great uncle." Everyone said in unison.

"Then let's get ready to go each!"

After walking out of the venue, Uncle Ming touched Ah Fa's shoulder and said, "I'm sorry to trouble you for this gathering."

Ah Fa waved his hands repeatedly, "I really didn't help much. No matter how hard I tried, others refused to listen to me. If you hadn't severely injured the Zombie King, senior brother, everyone would be really unsure."

Uncle Ming shook his head, "Anyway, the great uncle has spoken, and other people won't give us two face, so we have to listen to his words, right?"

"That's true."

(End of this chapter)