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Chapter 461 I will buy one for you too (for subscription)
After having the silencer talisman passed on by Yang San, Daoist Simu no longer has a sore waist, no leg pain, and sleeps soundly.

A few days later, the scorching sun was in the sky.

Yang San is sitting with the Taoist priest Simu and discussing the Tao.

Suddenly, there was a burst of noise in the distance, and Yang San and the four-eyed priest looked at each other suspiciously.

Taoist Simu's place is not so remote, there are very few people within a hundred miles, so there are probably only a handful of people who are so noisy.

A few people went out curiously to see that Master Yixiu and Jingjing next door were also standing at the door and looking at the rushing team suspiciously.

"what?"

The four-eyed Taoist gave a cry of astonishment, and quickly walked up to the team that was slowly stopping at the door.

Looking at this strange combination of pulling coffins, carrying sedan chairs, Taoist priests, and soldiers.

Yang San was determined, the person lying in the gleaming coffin must be the zombie struck by lightning, I really don't know if it was luck or misfortune.

If an ordinary zombie is struck by the lightning, it will turn into ashes in seconds. Fortunately, with the weakening of the golden coffin, it can forcibly withstand the lightning and use it to evolve.

"Brother."

Daoist Qianhe was also very happy to see Daoist Simu, and performed the Maoshan salute while shouting.

"Junior brother." The Taoist priest with four eyes also calmly returned a salute.

"Uncle Master."

Jia Le, who followed closely behind, also hurriedly saluted and called out.

However, after being glared at by the four-eyed Taoist priest, Jia Le quickly stretched out his hand to his head with a mournful face, and saluted again.

Yang San, who was a little behind, couldn't help but smile, the Maoshan lineage is very interesting about this etiquette.

Like Jiale's hand has to be raised on the forehead, but Taoist Qianhe is on the nose and mouth, and Taoist Four Eyes is on the chest.

At this time, Yang San and Master Yixiu stepped forward together, and each saluted Taoist Master Qianhe.

Priest Qianhe and Master Yixiu are also old acquaintances, but the unfamiliar Yang San made Priest Qianhe a little confused.

Who is this handsome guy?Could it be the new apprentice of the senior brother?But this etiquette is not unique to Maoshan, on the contrary, it is more like a martial artist.

"Who is this little brother?"

"Yang San, I'm a swordsman." Yang San smiled lightly.

Daoist Qianhe couldn't help but looked at Yang San in surprise, obviously he also understood what sword repair in this era represented.

"I have seen fellow Daoist."

Priest Qianhe saluted Yang San solemnly.

"Hey, what are you doing here?"

At this time, a strange and sharp voice suddenly yelled.

Yang San and others heard the sound and saw a little child sitting on the sedan chair, talking to a sissy beside the sedan chair.

"Guan Wu, I'll borrow some glutinous rice from my senior brother." Daoist Qianhe said.

"Sticky rice?"

The sissy looked at Daoist Qianhe suspiciously, she never thought that such a big man would like to eat glutinous rice?
"Wu Dailang, let's take a break."

The little doll on the sedan chair called out in a childish voice.

As soon as the sissy heard what the little master said, she immediately called everyone to rest, "Then everyone, take a rest, come on, play slowly."

"Jia Le, go get glutinous rice for the uncle."

The four-eyed Taoist said to Jia Le with a solemn expression, Jia Le immediately nodded and ran back.

"The coffin with copper horns and gold is wrapped with ink fountain thread. Could it be that there is..."

Several people came to the coffin, and saw that the soldier pulling the coffin was sweating profusely, with deep wheel marks, which showed that the golden coffin was not a good one.

Moreover, the ink fountain thread wrapped around the golden coffin is extremely thick and black, and the closer you get, the more obvious the fishy smell can be smelled, which is obviously specially made.

The Taoists with four eyes are not good enough, Yang San can feel the strong corpse aura faintly emanating from the golden coffin from a distance, I am afraid that it is not weaker than the old man Ren back then, no wonder he became abnormally strong once he evolved.

"That's right, it's a zombie." Daoist Qianhe said solemnly.

"Then why didn't you burn it?" the Taoist priest with four eyes asked puzzledly.

"Hey, this zombie belongs to the royal family of border zombies, so it cannot be burned. We must transport it to Beijing as soon as possible, and wait for the emperor's punishment."

Daoist Qianhe was also very helpless about this, but when he decided to listen to the emperor's food, he was doomed to be unable to make the most correct decision on some things.

"Hey, Your Majesty? Is there anything else going on with him now?"

Yang San looked disdainfully at the Manchus who were resting not far away. If the Qing Dynasty hadn't decided to "close the country", perhaps there would be no troubles in the future. Even a small country would dare to break ground in Taisui.

Regarding Yang San's words, Taoist Master Qianhe could only pretend not to hear, but secretly made up his mind that after completing this order, he would "retire and return to his hometown" too. Brother, it's a good place here, and I think brother wouldn't mind having multiple neighbors.

"Daoist Qianhe, why don't you dismantle the tent, let it absorb some sunlight and reduce the corpse gas." Master Yixiu said suddenly.

Seeing that Master Qianhe was a little moved, Yang San quickly dissuaded him, "No, master, the weather in this mountain forest is changeable, how much does this little sunlight affect its body aura, anyway, the important thing is the ink fountain line, if it encounters heavy rain , but it’s a small loss.”

"Yang San is right, Monk, if I can dismantle the tent, wouldn't it be your turn to tell me? If it rains heavily and the ink fountain is melted, then it will be serious."

Priest Simu originally thought that what Master Yixiu said was reasonable, but after hearing Yang San's words, he suddenly felt that it could not be dismantled, and more importantly...

It happens to hurt Master Yixiu, so why not do it?

Daoist Qianhe weighed the pros and cons carefully in his heart, but soon, he also felt that risking the ink fountain thread for a little corpse gas was definitely not worth the gain.

"Amitabha, the poor monk almost did something bad with good intentions, and he committed a crime."

At this moment, Daoist Yixiu clasped his palms together, and looked at Daoist Qianhe apologetically, if he caused the zombies to run out, then the life would be devastated, then the crime would be serious.

At this time, Jia Le ran back with a small bag of glutinous rice and handed it to Taoist Master Qianhe.

"Brother, glutinous rice."

With glutinous rice in hand, I have the world.

Daoist Qianhe, who got the glutinous rice, was in a better mood, and looked at Daoist Simu gratefully, "Thank you, brother."

"You're welcome, I hope you don't need this bag of glutinous rice."

The four-eyed Taoist priest looked at the Taoist priest Qianhe solemnly. Although he did not agree with Qianhe's behavior of transporting zombies, this was the path Qianhe chose, and he could only hope that he could continue on.

"Hey, it's time to start, and there are so many things to say."

At this time, the sissy shouted loudly again, and at the same time beckoned the soldiers to continue on their way.

Seeing this, Priest Qianhe said goodbye to Yang San and the others freely.

At this time, for the first time, Jia Le seriously looked at the golden coffin that was slowly being dragged forward.

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

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

The four-eyed Taoist priest answered casually, and kept watching the team go away.

"Well, if I have a chance in the future, I will definitely work hard to make money and buy a pair that is exactly the same. I will honor Master and you old man."

Jia Le looked longingly at the "beautiful" coffin, but didn't notice that the four-eyed Taoist priest's face turned black when he heard his words.

"You are quite filial."

Master Yixiu looked at the four-eyed priest teasingly, and walked back with a smile.

Yang San was also very happy.

Copper-horned gold coffin, this is specially for zombies, Jia Le said so, didn't he curse the four-eyed Taoist priest to become a zombie in the future, it's strange that the four-eyed Taoist priest has a good face.

(End of this chapter)