Hong Kong Zongli Monks

Chapter 277

"Stone? Have you ever seen such a beautiful stone? This is the most precious resource in our cultivation world!" The four-eyed priest patted Jia Le's head hard, and said angrily.

"Resources, stones?" Jia Le touched his head with his left hand and said doubtfully.

"Don't look at this little bit, if you absorb it, it may be as good as you have practiced for half a year. Do you think it is precious?" The four-eyed priest grabbed the spirit stone with one hand and said.

"It's not that exaggerated!" Jia Le was still dubious. If he believed it, it seemed that his master didn't need to lie to him.

Priest Simu didn't care about him, and asked Zhixing with fiery eyes: "How much have you dug, and is there any left?"

"No more, if there is any, I will dig it all up, can I leave it to others!" Zhixing said with a speechless look at him.

I know what he means, just kidding, will there be any left after I stare at it!
"It's a pity!" Daozhang Simu sighed, and suddenly asked in a flattering tone: "You must have gained a lot, kid!"

"A little bit, let me give you a few!" Zhixing said and took out ten pieces for him.

Taoist Priest Four Eyes quickly took it over, looking like a wolf seeing a sheep.

While he was secretly enjoying himself, there was a chirping of birds outside, and crows flew all over the sky, the sound could be heard far away.

The four-eyed Taoist put away the spirit stone in an instant, and ran outside, and Jia Le also ran out.

I saw a dozen people on the opposite side busily pushing a golden coffin passing by.

So the four-eyed master and apprentice walked over, and the monk next door followed.

"Hmph..." Seeing the monk with four eyes, he turned his head and Jiaoqing walked away.

Zhixing also walked to the side of the road to see that a group of 18 people came over pushing a golden coffin.

A heavy golden coffin with a tent on top to keep the sun from shining.

Five Taoist priests, four guards, and eight soldiers, plus a kid.

There were two soldiers carrying a bamboo chair, on which sat a child with a cloth umbrella on top of his head. People around him were respectful to him, presumably he was the leader of oppression.

A Taoist dressed as a Taoist priest enthusiastically walked to the front and shouted to the four-eyed priest: "Senior brother!"

"Junior brother!" Simu also raised his hands and bowed back.

"Uncle!" Jia Le also greeted.

The Taoist also saluted Jia Le.

"Brother Qianhe!" Master Yixiu ran over and called again.

Seeing the monk, the Taoist shouted enthusiastically again: "Master Yixiu!"

Zhixing complained behind them about what kind of etiquette this was. It was neither salty nor bland, weird and had no basis at all.

"Hey, what are you doing stopping?"

When Priest Qianhe was about to talk to Monk Yixiu, an inappropriate voice came from behind.

"Wu Dailang, I'm here to borrow some glutinous rice!" Qianhe immediately turned around and shouted.

Simu didn't need him to ask, and shouted: "Jia Le, go back and get some glutinous rice for the uncle!"

"Oh!" Jiale ran back again.

After watching Jia Le go back, he asked with four eyes: "Junior brother, could it be..."

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

Surprised, he said, "Why don't you burn him!"

This zombie is different from his zombies, he can control his own, and when those zombies come out, they will cause a catastrophe.

"The royal family was stunned before this life, and now he will be transported back and sent out!" Daoist Qianhe said.

At this time, Yixiu came over and said, "Brother Dao, why don't you dismantle the tent so that it can absorb more sunlight and dissipate some of the corpse energy!"

"That's right!" Daoist Qianhe said to his disciples, "Tear down the tent!"

His four apprentices responded and walked over to tear down the tent.

Zhixing was behind Simu and Yixiu, and didn't speak, whether there was a tent or not, it didn't matter much.

The pouring rain is useless for this kind of tent.

"Hey, what are you doing!" Wu Dailang asked again when he saw the tent being demolished.

Priest Simu immediately replied: "Tear down the tent and let him absorb more yang energy!"

"I'm not asking you!" Wu Dailang shouted very rudely.

Daoist Simu was at a loss for words for a while, and Yixiu added fuel to the side, saying, "Hehe, you have to speak in sequence, and you will be scolded if you are slow!"

Qianhe and the others didn't stay long, and after getting the glutinous rice, they set off again.

Simu master and apprentice and Yixiu looked behind them, Jia Le didn't see the worry on Simu and Yixiu's faces, and said carelessly: "This coffin is really imposing. I will work hard to make money in the future and buy an exactly the same one for the master!"

The Taoist priest with four eyes widened his angry eyes when he heard this, but Yixiu said with a smile: "You are quite filial!"

"Hehe!" Jia Le just laughed, and was kicked to the ground by Simu.

Zhixing watched them fight, walked over and said, "Master Dao, almost 20 of them will die tonight, why don't you save them!"

Simu and Yixiu looked at Zhixing together, and asked involuntarily, "What did you say?"

"Their group will die tonight, and they may all die!" Zhixing said with certainty.

"How do you know?" He glanced at Yixiu, who looked thoughtful, and asked.

"Hehe, Maoshan is better at ghosts, but I am much better at fortune-telling than you!" Zhixing said with a chuckle.

Jia Le also ran over at this time and said: "Yes, yes, what he said is very accurate, the uncle and the others...!"

After speaking, Jiale also panicked.

Zhixing glanced at them, and said: "Their catastrophe was born in response to thunder. If you hear the first thunder tonight, you should run over immediately, and you should be able to save your brother!"

"Then I'll go after them with the guy now!" Simu thought for a while and said.

"It's useless. You can't change anything. It's good enough to save your junior brother. Prepare to deal with the zombie king. There are only two of you in a radius of several tens of miles. This is your catastrophe too!" Zhixing said with a shrug.

"Zombies are not difficult to deal with!" Simu said nonchalantly.

"Hehe, you haven't seen this zombie for decades, and very few of you in Maoshan have seen this zombie. I'm afraid your magic trick is useless!" Zhixing said to him with a smile.

"How do you know!" Simu and Yixiu said together.

"Of course I know, so you have to be careful. It's best to save Qianzhe, and your chances will be greater!"

Si Mu did not hesitate, and immediately said: "I will follow them now, and save as many as I can!"

After finishing speaking, he ran home, but Yixiu changed his mind and said, "I'll go too!"

I ran back again.

After a while, I saw them running over one after another!
Zhixing shouted: "Don't be in such a hurry, they can't move fast with the golden coffin, it will rain heavily tonight, and there will be lightning and thunder, you better prepare!"

"What else do you need, just a wooden sword and a talisman!" Simu obviously didn't believe that there were such powerful zombies.

Now it's just a precautionary measure, just go and have a look. I don't know if there are any zombies.

"Your things are useless at all, once the coffin is broken, you will be frozen!" Zhixing shook his head and said.

"Let's talk about it when the time comes!" Daoist Simu thought for a while and said.

After the four-eyed priest finished speaking, he slowly followed the group of people, Yixiu glanced at Zhixing and Jiale, and followed with a walking stick.

(End of this chapter)