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Chapter 182 Four-eyed Taoist
After Song Ren finished complaining about the royal zombies, he noticed that Taoist Qianhe and his disciples were looking at him strangely, so he asked:
"Master Qianhe, what's wrong with my face?"

Taoist Qianhe coughed and said, "No, it's nothing. It's just the first time I've seen a martial arts master as fierce as you."

"I don't know what to call you?"

Song Ren did not hide anything and said frankly: "My last name is Song and my first name is Ren, which means benevolent. Taoist Qianhe, you can just call me Ah Ren."

Taoist Qianhe looked at the two walnut-sized eyeballs in Song Ren's palm and couldn't help muttering, "A kind person..."

Song Ren corrected: "It's the kind-hearted Ren."

Taoist Qianhe finally reacted.

Seeing that his eyes would occasionally glance at the eyeball in his hand, Song Ren handed it over directly: "Master Qianhe, do you like this? Then I'll give it to you."

Taoist Qianhe was a little confused by his word "like".

Then he said in an embarrassed tone: "Master Song, I think you misunderstood. I don't have any strange collecting habits."

Song Ren: "Ah, maybe I'm overthinking it, sorry."

Taoist Qianhe: "It's okay, it's okay."

Song Ren: "Master Qianhe, what should we do next?"

Speaking of business, Taoist Qianhe also became serious: "The royal zombies shouldn't be able to run far."

"Within this radius, basically there is only one place to stay, my senior brother and Master Ikkyu."

"This place is sparsely populated, and zombies tend to have a special obsession with their blood relatives. It will definitely come looking for the young prince."

"I'm going to take everyone to stay with my senior brother for one night. It will be safer with my senior brother and Master Ikkyu."

"Wait until it's daybreak, then go look for the royal zombie."

At the end, Taoist Qianhe took the initiative to suggest: "Master Song, why don't you come too."

"It's unsafe to travel alone at night, not to mention that there are still zombies outside."

"Besides, you must have been soaked by the heavy rain just now. It's a good opportunity for me to go to my senior brother's place and have a cup of ginger tea to get rid of the cold."

Of course, the more important point is that Master Song’s strength is too exaggerated.

With his help, everyone will be much safer.

Song Ren did not refuse.

He just wanted to find a place to stay.

The weather in this place changes suddenly, and he doesn't want to be rained on again.

Taoist Master Qianhe first dealt with the body of the unfortunate soldier to prevent it from reappearing.

Then he went to explain the next steps to the steward.

This time, the sissy manager was much more cooperative.

After all, he had just witnessed the resurrection of a zombie with his own eyes. The horrific and frightening scene still makes him shudder.

For a moment, he no longer resisted Taoist Qianhe's proposal.

……

A group of more than ten people returned to the secluded place of Taoist Simu and Master Ikkyu.

Two wooden houses very close to each other, surrounded by a fence in a small yard.

The dirt road in the country was quite muddy because of a sudden rain.

The doors and windows of the wooden house are covered with window lattice paper, which provides good lighting and ventilation, but is just not transparent.

It was already very late at night and the candles in the room had gone out.

However, the arrival of the group still woke up the sleeping Taoist Simu, Master Ikkyu, and their two disciples.

Taoist Simu came out yawning in a loose white nightgown. "What the hell is going on? Who is this late at night? Eh? Junior brother, what are you doing..."

When Taoist Simu saw Taoist Qianhe and his companions in a hurry, he immediately stopped being casual. Although he didn't have a serious job, he was still reliable when something happened.

His disciple Jiale came out and immediately saluted Taoist Qianhe: "Uncle Master."

Taoist Qianhe returned the greeting, and then took the initiative to explain what had just happened with the zombies.

Master Ikkyu next to him and his newly accepted female disciple Jingjing were also listening patiently.

During this time, the four of them couldn't help but look at Song Ren, who was traveling with them, with some strangeness.

Although Taoist Qianhe only mentioned it briefly, a fierce man who fought zombies in close combat and had the upper hand...

It’s scary just thinking about it.

If Simu didn't know his junior fellow apprentice's character clearly, he would have almost thought he was joking with him.

At the end, Taoist Simu asked again: "Junior brother, is that zombie really that powerful?"

Taoist Qianhe nodded: "It is originally an alien from the frontier royal family, and was struck by the thunder tonight. I am afraid it has become a spirit by chance."

"My peach wood sword and corpse rope are almost useless against it."

When he said this, Master Ikkyu beside him couldn't help but pick up his Buddhist beads, raised his hands and bowed to apologize: "Master Qianhe, I'm really sorry for what happened before."

Previously, there was actually a roof installed on the frame that pushed the copper-horned golden coffin.

It was just that the two sides met during the day.

Because the sun was shining brightly at the time, Master Ikkyu suggested removing the roof to allow the coffin to absorb more sunlight and help remove the corpse reek.

But that night there was a sudden rainstorm, which washed away the ink net wrapped around the coffin.

Otherwise, the royal zombie wouldn't have come out so easily.

Taoist Qianhe shook his head and said, "Master Ikkyu was just reminding me with good intentions. It was us who were careless."

After they removed the roof, they simply left it halfway on the road as they were almost at their destination.

This left the ink net completely exposed to the rain, with nothing to cover it.

Several people exchanged pleasantries, but Song Ren had to interrupt and said, "This isn't the time to talk about this, is it?"

The sissy butler next to him also waved his hand and ordered: "Yes, yes, our little prince is already sleepy, quickly clean up a clean room for us."

Taoist Simu has always had a bad temper and didn't indulge him at all: "Do you know how to speak? Is this the attitude you take when you ask for help?"

Jiale, who was standing by, pulled his master's sleeve and couldn't help but try to make peace.

After all, there is the relationship between them as master and uncle.

The sissy steward snorted, and without wasting time on talking to him, he directly took out a Qing Dynasty silver coin.

Taoist Simu took it and looked at it with disdain, then raised his head and said, "That's it?"

Sissy Butler: “Hmm?”

I didn't realize that this Taoist is so principled.

He was just about to give another one.

Then he heard Taoist Simu say righteously, "I will let you stay here until next year at most."

The rest: "..."

The sissy housekeeper also regained his arrogance: "Hurry up and clean up a room!"

Taoist Simu smiled happily as he pocketed the silver coins. He turned his head and said, "Jia Le, what are you still standing there for? Didn't you hear what this gentleman said? Go and pack up."

"Remember to be careful and clean up, or you'll be in trouble."

Jiale: “…” Why am I always the unlucky one?

(End of this chapter)