My uncle is Lin Zhengying

This is the case with the royal zombie now, and it was the same with the old man Ren when he was in Renjia Town.

Originally, as long as the corpse was burned, it would be possible not to become a zombie, but someone wanted to stop it.

Zhang Jing couldn't help asking: "Didn't the Qing Dynasty die? Why does the body of a frontier royal family need to be so grand, and must be sent back to the capital for disposal?"

Without Daoist Qianhe's explanation, Daoist Simu said: "Although the Qing Dynasty is dead, the emperor is still there, and the honorable elders of the Manchu Dynasty are still there. As long as they are still there, the royal family will have an extraordinary status."

Zhang Jing thought about it, yes.

Not to mention this time and space, even after the fall of the Qing Dynasty in the previous life, the last emperor maintained the appearance of the emperor for a long time.

Royal Zombies cannot move.

Zhang Jing had already thought of certain plans in his heart, so he had to give up.

After all, in Renjia Town, Uncle Nine had to listen to Ren Fa, the richest man in a small country gentry. He knew that Mrs. Ren would turn into a dead body, so he had to obediently take him back to Yizhuang Haosheng to watch over him.

Not to mention that it involves the royal family and the capital!

What he wants to do to the zombies now, will Wu Shilang agree?

If he did it regardless of the obstruction, then he will probably be wanted by the whole country in the future!

Therefore, now he can only wait for the dead body to change, and then find a way to help as much as possible; also try to save Taoist Master Qianhe's life as much as possible.

After all, Daoist Qianhe is a fellow brother with Daoist Simu and Uncle Jiu.

If the lives of other Taoist priests are in danger, he can ignore them.

Daoist Qianhe, he still has to do his best to help.

Chapter 93 Rainy Night

At this moment, Master Yixiu circled around the coffin and said, "Daoist Qianhe, why don't you tear down the tent so that the zombies can absorb more sunlight and reduce the corpse's aura?"

When Daoist Qianhe heard it, he immediately had to make sense, and immediately ordered his four subordinates to tear down the tent.

indeed.

After dismantling the tent, if the sun is out, the zombies can absorb more sunlight, reduce the corpse aura, reduce their threat, and make it difficult to escape.

But Zhang Jing, who knew the plot of the movie, knew about the tent, but he couldn't dismantle it!

At this time, it is summer, and the weather changes as it says. Now it is indeed sunny and clear.But at night, once it rains, the coffin is over!

At that time, the ink fountain line will be directly washed away by the rain, and the royal zombies inside the coffin will be mutated by lightning, and no one can stop it!

Seeing that Master Yixiu had put forward a very useful suggestion, the four-eyed Taoist priest was a little unconvinced, raised his head and said in a low voice: "Do you think I don't understand? I want you to be embarrassed."

Master Yixiu would say, "I know, why didn't you say it?"

"I..." The four-eyed priest couldn't tell why.

Although he understood, he didn't expect this.

At this moment, Zhang Jing said to Daoist Qianhe who was tearing down the tent: "Master, this tent cannot be taken down!"

"Why can't it be dismantled?" Daoist Qianhe stopped what he was doing and asked in confusion.

Zhang Jing solemnly explained: "Tearing down the tent can certainly reduce the zombie's corpse a little during the day when the sun is shining. But have you ever thought about it, what if it rains? Especially in this season, the weather can change as soon as it changes." , sometimes there is no sign of rain, and it is too late for you to set up a tent. At that time, the rain will wash the ink fountain line on the coffin..."

Zhang Jing didn't say anything next.

Those present were all experts, so they naturally knew what would happen if the ink fountain line was washed away by the rain.

This zombie will definitely be unstoppable and will jump out!

"Thank you, nephew, for reminding me!" Daoist Qianhe nodded and said gratefully to Zhang Jing.

It will not be easy for him to go on this "dart" trip. Although there is a lot of money to be made, there are also great risks. There must be no accidents, otherwise he will be in great trouble.

In this regard, Master Yixiu who proposed to dismantle the tent did not say anything, but was a little embarrassed.

Because he also knew that Zhang Jing was right.

Compared with the sunlight that can reduce the corpse aura of the zombie a little, the ink fountain line being washed away by the rain is a bigger trouble.

You can't lose the watermelon just because you picked up the sesame seeds, and lose the big!

On the contrary, the four-eyed Taoist priest who was a little depressed just now raised his eyebrows when he heard the words, and couldn't help but looked at Master Yixiu proudly, and said mockingly: "Did you see it? Did you see it? The reason why I didn't say it was because I knew it couldn't be dismantled! "

Master Yixiu said angrily: "This is also what Zhang Jing said. If you say that Zhang Jing is great, what does it have to do with you?"

At this time, go to Jiale to get glutinous rice and return.

Priest Simu took the glutinous rice and handed it to Priest Qianhe, saying, "I hope you don't need this bag of glutinous rice."

Using glutinous rice means that zombies have escaped, or even someone has been injured by zombies.

So it is better not to use glutinous rice.

Daoist Qianhe nodded, and he also hoped that the glutinous rice would not be needed.

At this time, the sissy black steward stood up again and ordered everyone to leave.

So Daoist Qianhe greeted everyone one by one, then turned and left with the team.

Jia Le reluctantly watched a group of people go away, he lived in the wilderness, it was not easy to see so many people.

He also glanced at the wooden cart carrying the coffin. It seemed to be very heavy and heavy. It was difficult for several people to push it, and two marks were plowed on the ground.So he said, "This coffin must be very expensive, right?"

Simu Taoist said: "Of course, this coffin is all made of gold!"

People compare their lives to others, and they compare goods and throw them away.

This pair of coffins is more than the savings of the four-eyed priest over the years.

Jia Le said with a smile: "Master, don't worry, when I make money in the future, I will definitely buy you a coffin like this!"

Master Yixiu laughed and said: "Jia Le, you are very filial!"

The Taoist priest with four eyes stared at Jia Le with a dark face.

Is this kid cursing him to die sooner?

Seeing that the situation was not good, Jia Le knew that he had said something wrong, so he turned around and ran away.

Because it was approaching evening at this time, it didn't take long for the sky to get dark.