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Chapter 313 Royal Zombie
lunch.

Because I ate separately from Master Ikkyu, there was more meat on the table.

Although Jingjing has Master Ikkyu as her teacher, she has not yet entered Buddhism, so she does not need to abstain from food.

While eating, Jingjing couldn't help but look out the door.

After many times, Master Simu could not help but say, "Alright, stop looking. The boy is amazing for being able to climb up the mountainside. I don't think he can have this meal."

"Ah, what should we do? He...he is so tired, how can he not eat?" Jingjing was anxious.

Simu curled his lips, "Then don't ask me, it's not like I don't give him food."

Jingjing hurriedly looked at Hong Chen.

Hong Chen: "Uncle Master, do you want to plead for me?"

Master Simu shook his head quickly, eager to clear himself of suspicion. "Ah Chen, you can't say anything nonsense. Since I said I would hand him over to you, I will definitely not interfere. Besides, it's no big deal for a young man to go hungry. There are many people in the world who don't have enough food to eat. He won't make a difference."

Hearing his words, Jingjing became even more anxious, "Junior Brother..."

"Sister, can you make steamed buns?"

"Will do."

"Okay, make some steamed buns after dinner and give him one when he comes back."

"Only one?"

"If you say that again, I won't give it to you."

Jingjing quickly shut up, her eyes becoming more resentful.

Hong Chen ignored it and went back to his room to read after eating.

After a long time, Master Simu knocked on the door.

"Ah Chen, it's not that Master Uncle wants to disturb you, it's your Master Uncle Qianhe who is here."

Hong Chen's eyes moved slightly, and he stood up and went out.

In the yard, Uncle Qianhe was wearing a yellow Taoist robe, and beside him were four energetic brothers from the southeast, northwest, and northeast.

When it comes to accepting disciples and teachings, Uncle Qianhe is far ahead of his peers.

Although Dongnanxixi's current cultivation is average, at least they have already entered the Tao and possess magical powers. Even if they practice step by step, their future achievements will not be bad.

After the greeting, Hong Chen looked past the few people and looked at the team slowly approaching from the river not far away.

Two people walked in front holding a dragon flag, and behind them were many people protecting the golden coffin carried on the cart. The outside of the coffin was wrapped with a thick ink net, and a red cover was erected on the top to block out the sun.

At the back, there were people carrying a sedan chair with a child sitting on it.

"Hey! Why are you stopping here?!"

A sissy sound, coming from a sissy man.

Taoist Qianhe turned around and said, "Excuse me, Minister Wu, I want to borrow some glutinous rice from my senior brother."

Hearing this, Taoist Simu immediately ordered: "A Le, go and carry a bag of glutinous rice."

Ah Le, who had run three times up the mountain but only ate one steamed bun, was now weak and said with a bitter face: "Master, I really didn't..."

Before he finished speaking, Hong Chen glanced around and immediately turned around to go to work.

If his junior fellow apprentice asked him to run up the mountain again, he felt that he would really die on the mountain road.

The team outside the yard rested on the spot and walked outside.

Uncle Simu stood beside the golden coffin and frowned: "The golden coffin with copper corners is wrapped with an inkstone net. Qianhe, could it be that..."

Qianhe did not hide anything and said, "Brother, your guess is correct. There are indeed zombies inside."

"Then why don't you burn it, instead of carrying it around?"

Qianhe sighed helplessly: "This zombie was born into a royal family when it was alive, so it cannot be burned. Now it must be transported back to the capital as soon as possible to await the emperor's decision." As he said that, he glanced at Minister Wu and others.

That child is the zombie's nephew.

Unfortunately, the imperial court is now just an empty shell, and the emperor’s edict is not as effective as a warlord’s spit.

They themselves are the ones who are hiding their royal identities and are unwilling to give them up, otherwise the team transporting zombies wouldn't have so few people.

At this time, Master Ikkyu pointed at the awning above his head and said, "Master Qianhe, since there are zombies inside, why don't you just take down the tent and let the golden coffin absorb more sunlight to reduce the corpse gas?"

Uncle Master Qianhe suddenly realized: "You are right, thank you for your guidance!" Then he ordered the tents to be dismantled in all directions.

Hong Chen naturally knew the consequences of dismantling the tent, but he did not say anything to stop it.

To put it bluntly, what he was waiting for was for the royal zombies to rise from their coffins.

As for whether it would kill anyone, it would be fine as long as the people who died were not Uncle Qianhe and the four senior brothers from the southeast, northwest, northeast and southwest.

The golden coffin could not block his sight, and the royal zombie inside was indeed extremely ferocious.

Although Nintendo is at a higher level, it did not grow step by step. In terms of corpse aura, it is only slightly stronger than the royal zombies in the golden coffin.

But once the Royal Zombies survive a thunderstorm, they will probably be able to catch up with Nintendo.

In response to this, Hong Chen said: What a good corpse, what a good corpse!
While he was observing, the sissy Minister Wu was chattering again.

Uncle Qianhe didn't bother with him because he represented his employer. After all, if you are paid to do a job, you should naturally try your best to follow the employer's opinions.

Turning back, Master Qianhe looked at Hong Chen and frowned, "Ah Chen, why do you look a little weaker than the last time we met? Are you sick?"

"Thank you for your concern, I'm fine."

The visible weakness on his face was naturally due to the large amount of blood he lost last night.

Taoist Simu came over and whispered a few words in Taoist Qianhe's ear to explain the reason. Qianhe suddenly understood and then smiled at Hong Chen: "Great! Senior Brother Lin said that you have a good talent. Now it seems that this is true." "Uncle Master, you are too kind. I still need to work harder."

"Well said! East, west, south, north, and north, all learn from your junior brother and never become proud and complacent!"

The four brothers immediately said in unison: "Yes, Master!"

Not long after, Jiale brought over a bag of glutinous rice.

Uncle Qianhe said quickly: "Brother, you don't need that much, just give me a small bag."

Uncle Simu held his hand and said in a careless manner: "Hey, Junior Brother, don't be polite with me. What you are sending are zombies, and the journey is long. If something really happens, what good will a small bag do? Take them all!"

Last time, Hong Chen gave him 12,000 taels of silver, which, converted into the amount of dollars, was almost enough for him to live out his retirement in the next life. Naturally, he didn't take this bag of glutinous rice seriously.

Uncle Qianhe couldn't refuse, so he and his four fellow brothers from the southeast, northwest, and northeast divided the glutinous rice into small bags for safekeeping so that they could have them readily available in case of an accident.

Afterwards, Minister Wu urged them to set off, and Uncle Master Qianhe said goodbye, and the team set out on their journey again.

Uncle Simu stood there and watched him go. After a long while, he said, "I hope his trip goes smoothly."

After returning home, Hong Chen continued to bury his head in reading.

After the meal, Jiale looked like a starving ghost, and he completely ignored the preaching of Master Simu.

After he had eaten his fill, Hong Chen said, "The water tank outside is empty. The water in the pond five miles away is of good quality. Can you go and pick some water for me, brother?"

Jiale's face suddenly turned bitter: "Junior brother, can I refuse?"

Hong Chen smiled and said, "What do you think?"

Uncle Simu: "I asked you to fetch water and you're so nagging. If I get old, will you still despise me for only knowing how to eat and not how to work?"

"Master, please stop talking. I'm going!"

After meal.

Hong Chen greeted Master Uncle Simu, then picked up a big rooster and went straight into the mountains.

He came to the corpse-raising ground on the top of the mountain, slaughtered a rooster, and sprinkled the chicken's blood on the corpse-raising ground. When the moon appeared, he drew the moonlight again and mixed it with his own blood to feed the corpses.

Just when we had almost finished the work, we heard a sudden rumble of thunder in the sky.

The starry night sky was instantly covered by dark clouds, and heavy rain suddenly and unreasonably fell.

Hong Chen held up a spiritual shield on his body to block out the rain. He glanced at the unusual sky and immediately discovered that a thick yin energy was rising towards the sky from the tall trees in the distance.

When it connects with the sky, that's when the thunderstorm will come.

To survive the tribulation in a copper-horned golden coffin is an opportunity for the royal zombies. As a prince during his lifetime, it is not surprising that he also inherited a share of luck after his death.

Just carrying the destiny of the Qing Dynasty, the result is naturally obvious.

After all, whoever takes things from the Qing Dynasty will become the Qing Dynasty.

Hong Chen pushed out with one palm, and the soil in the corpse pit turned over, revealing dark and sinister zombies.

"Wake up, I'll take you to eat something good!"
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Tall trees.

After the tent was dismantled, the inkstone net wrapped around the copper-horned golden coffin was left facing the relentless erosion of the torrential rain.

The black ink mixed with chicken blood quickly melted away, and parts of the rope net had been washed back to their original color.

Taoist Qianhe was anxious to shelter the copper-horned golden coffin from the rain, so that he could take some remedial measures before the zombies came out.

But in the eyes of Minister Wu, a dead person obviously could not be more important than a living person.

The young Seventy-first Prince is the one he really wants to curry favor with.

After a short delay, by the time the new camp was set up, the ink net had almost completely lost its effectiveness.

Taoist Master Qianhe led four disciples and guards, pulling the copper-horned golden coffin into the camp. Halfway through the journey, the sudden rain stopped.

Even ordinary people could see that something was wrong with such abnormal changes in the celestial phenomena, let alone a Maoshan general like Taoist Qianhe.

"Hurry up, pull the golden coffin in!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the dark sky suddenly brightened.

A bolt of lightning fell from the sky and struck the golden coffin.

The four guards who pushed the golden coffin with their hands were electrocuted on the spot and their bodies were charred black, and they lost their lives.

Then, the heavy coffin lid suddenly rose up.

The ordinary inkstone net suddenly burst into golden light and tightened inwards.

But too much ink had been lost in the rainstorm just now to exorcise evil spirits. As soon as the zombie exerted a little force, the ink net was immediately stretched apart.

Seeing this scene, Taoist Qianhe didn't think anything else. He jumped up and pressed the coffin lid back with his body.

"Get the rope!"

With smooth and quick movements, a hemp rope as thick as a forearm was wrapped around the golden coffin.

But without something to break the evil, physical blockade alone is just a pipe dream.

In other words, Uncle Qianhe really underestimated the zombie in the bronze-horned golden coffin.

Bang! !

The next moment, the hemp rope and the ink net all exploded and broke, and Master Qianhe, who was standing on the coffin lid, was knocked out on the spot.

Immediately, visible corpse gas seeped out from the golden coffin and gathered into a circle of thick black fog.

The black fog swirled, and a zombie with a hideous face and sharp fangs stood up straight.

(End of this chapter)