Zombie World: Poor Monk Fahai

Bang!

The four eyes were blown up and the mouth was full of smoke.

"Do you admit it?" Qingqing took out another firecracker to threaten Simu.

"It's me." Si Mu had to admit.

"Why do you want to punish my master?" Qingqing asked.

"I'm just playing, I can't play?" Si Mu said confidently.

"Play? Then I'll play with you. " Qingqing said.

The rag doll was tied to the sky cannon, the sky cannon was lit, and the four eyes followed the rag doll flying around the room, sometimes hitting the wall, and sometimes knocking the table over.

"Master." Fortunately, Jia Le came out in time to hold down the four eyes.

"Qingqing, let me go, master, stop playing."

"Who told him to be so bad? I'll shoot him into the sky to see if he dares to bully people." Qingqing said, taking out another shotgun and sticking it on the ground.

"Fahai, Fahai!" Four eyes became anxious and shouted twice towards Fahai's room.

"The mighty Heavenly Dragon, the World Honored Ksitigarbha, slaying evil spirits and subduing demons, destroy!"

Zhang Yuan's solemn voice came from the room, and then the spell on the four eyes was cracked.

At this time, I took a break and came back after changing clothes.

"Yixu, Simu, you two played tricks on each other, and today's affairs will be evened out, okay?" Zhang Yuan walked out of the room and acted as a peacemaker.

"I have no opinion." Yixiu said.

"I don't have an opinion either." Fa Hai said so with all eyes, and said reluctantly.

Seeing Si Mu's appearance, Zhang Yuan shook his head slightly. If it wasn't for his help, Si Mu would have to make his stomach bigger to release Yixiu's spell.

…………

Zhang Yuan was resting in his room when suddenly there was a loud noise from outside.

"Slow down, slow down!"

On the path outside the dojo, a team of more than a dozen people was pushing a heavy coffin forward. Wherever the wheels passed, the ground sank.

Zhang Yuan came out of the room and saw this scene, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "Finally here!"

He waited for this royal zombie for several days, and he doubted whether the royal zombie would appear again. After all, this was not a simple zombie uncle world.

"The coffins made of gold have already died in the Qing Dynasty, and these Qing imperial families are still so rich." Zhang Yuan smacked his tongue secretly.

"Senior brother, let me borrow some glutinous rice from you."

The glutinous rice on Qianhe's body was almost used up, and he just passed the Simu Dojo. He was going to borrow a little glutinous rice from Simu to prevent the zombies from making trouble. After all, the coffin was a real zombie, not a dead corpse.

"Junior brother, long time no see." Simu greeted Qianhe, and then said to Jia Le, "Jia Le, go and get some glutinous rice for Shishu."

"Master Qianhe, Amitabha!" Master Yixiu recited a Buddha's name.

"Master Yixiu!" Qianhe greeted Master Yixiu, then looked at Zhang Yuan and asked, "Is this Master Yixiu's apprentice?"

"Fahai is a friend I've met recently, but he's not the apprentice of the old monk Yixiu. His cultivation is much higher than the old monk." Si Mu said.

"So that's the case, Qianhe, the poor Daoist, I have seen Master Fahai!" Qianhe was a little shocked, but he still believed in Si Mu's words and said respectfully.

"The Taoist priest is very polite!" Zhang Yuan laughed.

Chapter 1: Thunder Breaks Coffins, Royal Zombies Come Out [[-] update, ask for flowers! 】

"Hey hey hey, why did you stop?" Wu Shilang shouted from behind with a duck voice.

"Wu Guanshi, I'll borrow some glutinous rice from my senior brother," Qianhe explained.

"Glutinous rice?" Wu Shilang didn't know the use of glutinous rice, and they didn't eat glutinous rice, so they were a little dissatisfied with Qianhe stopping here.

"Wushi Lang, let's take a break here," said the little brother.

"Okay, everyone, let's take a rest." Seeing that the master had spoken, Wu Shilang didn't care about Qianhe's borrowing of glutinous rice.

Zhang Yuan walked to the side of the copper-horned golden coffin, pretending to be curious and asked, "The copper-horned golden coffin is wrapped with an ink bucket net. Could it be inside...?"

"Yes, it's a zombie." Qianhe said.

"Then why didn't you burn him?" Si Mu asked.

"This zombie is a frontier royal family and cannot be burned. It has to be transported to the capital and waited for the emperor's release." Daoist Qianhe shook his head.

"Isn't the Qing Dynasty already dead?" Zhang Yuan said.

"Master Fahai doesn't know anything. It is precisely because of this that they will pay more attention to the talents of the royal family. I am entrusted by them, so I naturally want to be loyal." Qianhe said.

"Master Qianhe, why don't you dismantle the tent so that the zombies can absorb more sunlight and reduce the corpse aura."

At this time, Master Yixiu spoke up.

Although the strength of this royal zombie is strong, the sun still does a lot of damage to him. If the corpse gas can be reduced, the strength will become weaker, and the transportation will be relatively safe.

"Master Yixiu is right!"

When Daoist Qianhe heard this, he was very moved. Why didn't he think of this before.

"Wait, this tent can't be dismantled."

Zhang Yuan stopped and said, Master Yixiu is doing bad things with good intentions, absorbing more sunlight can reduce the corpse qi, but what if it rains?

Although he really hoped that the royal zombies would be released and then eliminated to gain merit points, he couldn't help but die. After all, Qianhe was an upright person.

In the original book, Chizuru committed suicide in order not to become a zombie after being bitten by a zombie.

This integrity is admirable!

"Alas, everything is up to God's will." Zhang Yuan sighed in his heart.

"Master Fahai, why is this?" Qianhe asked suspiciously.

"It is important to reduce the corpse qi, but if it rains, the ink bucket line that suppresses the zombies is washed away, and the zombies will run out immediately."

"In this deep mountain, the weather is fickle, and we have to guard against it."

Yup!

Why didn't you think of this?

Qianhe was a little annoyed. If he really demolished the tent, it would probably be a big disaster.

Master Yixiu was also a little embarrassed, and he didn't expect this, his kindness almost turned into a bad thing.

"Amitabha, sin, sin!"

"Master Yixiu didn't notice it for a while." Qianhe said, not blaming Master Yixiu, after all, he didn't even think of this.

"Uncle, glutinous rice is here!"

At this time, Jia Le came over with a bag of glutinous rice.

Simu handed the glutinous rice to Qianhe and said, "Junior Brother, I hope you don't need this bag of glutinous rice."

"Senior brother, borrow your auspicious words."

Qianhe was not so worried. After putting away the glutinous rice, he said goodbye to a few people, and then set off on his way.

"I've already reminded that if the zombies are still released, it's only God's will." Zhang Yuan thought to himself, there was only so much he could do.

"This coffin is very beautiful, it must be very valuable." Jia Le said.

"Of course, it's made of gold," said Simu.

"If there is a chance in the future, I will try my best to make money, buy an identical pair, and honor your old man, Master," Jia Le said.

"You are quite filial." Yixiu said with a smile.

"That's what it should be." Jia Le laughed.

As everyone knows, the faces of the four eyes are dark at this time. The bronze-horned golden coffin is specially used for zombies. Isn't this a curse that he will become a zombie in the future?

…………

At night, when the exposure came as scheduled, Qianhe and his group had to stop and set up a tent to rest. Seeing that the rain on the coffin was blocked by the tent, Qianhe felt a little fortunate. If the tent was really torn down, It's dangerous now.

But the rain was really heavy, and some of the rain splashed onto the ink duct net, and the ink duct line above was washed away. Qianhe couldn't help but feel a little worried.

"Wu Guanshi, let Shoucai go first."

At this time, a tent was set up, and Qianhe came over to discuss with Mr. Wu.

"why?"

The sissy Wu Shilang glanced at Daoist Qianhe unhappily, and threw the silk scarf in his hand, looking like a villain.

"The rain is really heavy. I'm worried that the ink bucket line will be wet by the rain, and it will be bad." Qianhe explained worriedly.

"No, wait a minute, not now."

Wu Shilang snorted coldly, he didn't care about the ink bucket line, he only knew how to get his master to enter the tent to rest as soon as possible.

"This dead eunuch!"

Daoist Qianhe couldn't help but cursed in his heart, but there was nothing he could do.

Watching Wu Shilang please and send the little brother into the tent, Daoist Qianhe hurriedly instructed the soldiers and his four apprentices to push the coffin into the tent.

The rain was fast, the ground was soaked by the rain, the soil began to soften, and the coffin was too heavy to push.

"Push hard!"

Qianhe's four disciples were pulling the rope in front, while several soldiers were pushing the coffin with their hands.

"boom--"

At this moment, a sudden change occurred, and a thunderstorm struck the tent, directly smashing the tent, and then smashing it on the coffin.

Zizi!

The copper-horned golden coffin was electrically conductive, and several soldiers were electrocuted into charred corpses and fell to the ground.

Because the four disciples of Qianhe were pulling the rope in front, when the thunder struck the coffin, they subconsciously let go and escaped the disaster.

"What's the matter, what's the matter!"