Siheyuan: I'm not happy, don't even think about having a good life

After putting away the Ten Thousand Souls Banner and coming out of the Jungle Manor, it was already past three in the afternoon. He took out some wine and food, and sat in the small courtyard drinking by himself, feeling very happy.

Suddenly, Hong Guan's ears moved and he smiled. It was such a coincidence that the person he was waiting for came.

There were more than a hundred people in a team, ordinary soldiers, with oxtail swords hanging on their waists and Hanyang-made swords on their backs.

A platoon leader with a box gun on his waist. This is what an escort team should look like. Otherwise, in this chaotic time, if you transport something that looks like a golden coffin and only has cold weapons, it would be strange if you didn't get killed.

In the center of the team, on a small carriage, there was a coffin more than two meters long. It was pulled by four horses, and the ruts were very deep. Hong Guan used electromagnetic control to feel it and found that it was gold-plated, but it was actually brass.

But even so, a copper coffin weighing thousands of kilograms is worth a lot of money, not to mention the burial objects inside!

Four little Taoist priests followed Qianhe and walked in front of the coffin. Behind the coffin, there was a sedan chair. Four guards and an old eunuch followed the sedan chair. The young prince should be inside.

The team arrived at the gate of the courtyard. Qian He was visibly stunned when he saw Hong Guan. "Minister Wu, let the team take a break. This courtyard belongs to my senior brother. I'm going in to get some glutinous rice."

When Hong Guan in the courtyard heard the old eunuch's address, he was also a little confused. How could a eunuch be a minister?

At this time, Qianhe had already walked in front of Hong Guan and said, "My little brother, is the original owner of this yard here? And why is this yard so dilapidated, as if it had experienced a war?"

"You are the fellow apprentice of Taoist Simu, right? What is your Taoist name?"

"So you are also a fellow Taoist, Blessed with Infinite Blessings. I am the junior fellow apprentice of Senior Brother Simu, and my Taoist name is Qianhe. These are my four disciples, East, South, West, and North!"

Hong Guan stood up and returned the greeting, "So it's Taoist Qianhe. I've heard of your great name for a long time. I heard that Taoist Qianhe only plays in the top game. You're really extraordinary."

Chizuru was confused. "Uh, what is the peak game?"

"Haha, this is the dialect from my hometown, it means very powerful!"

"I see. Thank you for the compliment, fellow Taoist. How should I address you?"

"I am Hong Guan!"

Taoist Qianhe's expression froze. "Are you Hong Guan?"

"Hmm?" Hong Guan also tasted it. "Master Qianhe, have you heard of me?"

"Yes, my senior brother Lin Fengjiao once sent a letter via flying crane, mentioning you, fellow Taoist, saying that you are very special!"

“Hahahaha, I see. I’m afraid Uncle Nine didn’t say anything good about me. It’s fate that we meet today. Why don’t we sit down and have a drink?

Taoist Simu's neighbor Ikkyu was an evil monk who wanted to use evil magic to devour him and Jiale, but I saw through his plan and we had a fierce battle, and I killed Ikkyu.

Taoist Simu felt that this place was not suitable for a Taoist temple, so he took Jiale to Renjia Town to find Uncle Jiu. He heard that Uncle Jiu often came to the temple, so he should borrow a room! "

"I see. I have met Master Ikkyu once before, but I didn't expect he was a demon monk. He doesn't look like one!"

Hong Guan was speechless. Qianhe was definitely an old straight man. His suspicion was written all over his face. "Master Qianhe, you don't have to believe me, but you can ask Master Simu. Ikkyu is from the Moro Sect!"

Hearing about the Moro Sect, Qianhe nodded solemnly, "I see, I misunderstood. You don't have to eat. I still have to transport the coffin to the capital. I wonder if you have glutinous rice. Can you give me some?"

Hong Guan smiled and nodded, "It's a small matter. Taoist Simu left a lot of things. This thing is useless to me. I will go and get it for you!"

When Hong Guan found Nuomi, his face looked a little ugly. He saw the little prince sitting at the table eating, and the four guards and Minister Wu were also standing with their bowls in their hands and eating. There was not much food left on the table!

Qianzuru stood aside somewhat awkwardly, while Dong, Nan, Xi and Bei watched them eat and drink heartily, swallowing their saliva continuously.

"My young prince, I never thought that there would be such delicious food in this rural area. It's even more delicious than what the imperial chefs in the capital make!"

The young prince swallowed a mouthful of meat and said, "Minister Wu, ask that man later if he cooked the dish. Let him come to the capital with us. I want him to cook for my brother!"

Qian He saw Hong Guan holding a large bag of sticky rice with an unpleasant expression, and his expression changed, "Fellow Daoist Hong, please don't be offended. The young prince and the others are just hungry!"

Before Hong Guan could say anything, the old eunuch Wu Shilang spoke up, "It's your honor if the young prince eats some of your food. We'll pay you as much as you want. It's just right that you come to the capital with us, so that the emperor can taste your cooking skills and bring honor to your family!"

Hong Guan put the sticky rice on the ground, and sneered, "Haha, what a great honor to the family! If my ancestors knew that I was a dog for the Tartars, I'm afraid they would crawl out of their graves and beat me to death!"

Minister Wu screamed, "How dare you be so rebellious and speak so wildly! You deserve to die!"

Hearing the word "damn it", Qianhe's face changed drastically. Before he could say anything, Hong Guan spoke first, "Since you want me to die, don't blame me!"

Two pistols appeared in his hands and he started firing at the six people. Unexpectedly, except for the young prince and Minister Wu who were shot like a honeycomb, the four major guards actually dodged and were not injured!

I didn't expect that even though the Tartars were in such a terrible state, there was still such a master. This was already the level of entering the Tao through martial arts!

The four men ignored the dead Minister Wu and the young prince, and took out their weapons, charging towards Hong Guan. Hong Guan laughed, and four sun-shooting arrows appeared in front of him, which he waved casually and flew towards the four men!

The four guards were entangled by arrows. When the soldiers outside saw this scene, they rushed in with guns. When they saw the body of the young prince, they were numb!

"You can leave now. It's a different era now, and you're still serving the Tartars like dogs. If anyone refuses to obey, just shoot him. I'll send him to the next life!"

These people hesitated for a moment, then turned around and ran away with their guns on their backs. The young prince was dead, and they would be sentenced to death if they went back. In Pu Guang's words, it was just a few hundred dollars a month, what was the point of risking their lives!

It would be better to take your family and run away before the news spreads to the capital. If there is still time, you can sell the house to the pawnbroker and have more money!

Seeing that four arrows could not take down the four guards, four more Sun-Shooting Arrows appeared in front of Hong Guan and flew out again, but it was still not enough, so he added four more!

Suddenly someone shouted, "We surrender too. We are guards and we don't want to die!"

Hong Guan waved his hand, and the arrows stopped, flew back to his side and disappeared. "In that case, you can go too."

The four men put away their weapons and turned to leave. After taking two steps, they suddenly turned around and rushed towards Hong Guan.

They are different from those soldiers. They are Tatars themselves, and have been palace guards for generations. They have their own families, so it is impossible for them to rebel!

Hong Guan watched them rushing up without panicking at all. The Jinglian Sword appeared, and he held the sword with both hands. He used the Bajiquan and Miaodao methods and slashed with the sword, cutting off the weapons of the four men.

The sword flashed again, and blood lines appeared on the throats of the four people. Four heads fell down, and their heads and bodies were separated!

Qianhe and her four disciples were already exhausted. Everything was fine before they came here, but now, six of them died and the others ran away!

"Friend Hong, you are too murderous!"

Hong Guan laughed, "They don't treat me as a human being. The Tartars have lost their country, but they still want to make trouble with me. I just gave them a ride. You can see that I didn't kill innocent people!"

"Alas, I did not kill innocent people indiscriminately, but now it's like this, what should I do? I have failed to live up to your trust!"

Hong Guan sneered. Qian He was a person who practiced in the imperial court. He was very awed by the Tartars, but he had not yet seen the truth clearly.

"Master Qianhe, if I'm not mistaken, the body in this bronze coffin is not an ordinary corpse, right?"

Qianhe nodded and said, "Master Hong, you have good eyesight. The person in the coffin is a member of the frontier royal family, and now he has turned into a black zombie."

"Haha, Taoist Qianhe, then what do you think the Tartars want you to do by transporting a zombie back to Beijing?"

Qian He was a little confused. "Fellow Daoist Hong, what do you mean?"

“They want to use zombies to protect the country. If one day they are driven out of Peking, these zombies will be their support. Just imagine how many people will die because of zombies. Then all the good deeds you have accumulated over the years will be gone.

Maybe when you die, you will have to go to the eighteen levels of hell!"

Hong Guan's words made Qianhe feel a little confused, but the more he thought about it, the more possible it seemed. He attained enlightenment in Longchang and obtained a lot of rare treasures. His cultivation was the best among his fellow apprentices of this generation, only slightly worse than Shi Jian.

But if you make such a serious mistake, the lightest punishment is to be expelled from the sect!

"Thank you, Brother Hong, for reminding me. I will kill this zombie right now and then go back to Maoshan to apologize!"

"Master Qianhe, wait a minute. It's daytime now. The copper coffin is solid and is also sucked by the corpse's qi. It will be extremely difficult to open it. Why don't we wait until night and attack together? It will be easy to capture a black zombie!"

"Okay, let's do as Brother Hong said! East, south, west, north, you take the corpse ropes and tie up the two ends of the coffin. When night falls, we will open the coffin and kill the zombies!"

The four disciples nodded and went to do their work. Hong Guan looked at these four disciples. They were in the palace and were indeed much stronger than Uncle Jiu and his disciples. Even Shi Shaojian, the son of Shi Jian, was not as good as these four!

"Master Qianhe, why don't you come with me into the house? I'll make some delicious food and we can eat and drink."

Qianhe bowed and said, "Thank you very much, Brother Hong. I am indeed very hungry!"

Soon the six of them started to clink glasses. Hong Guan took out a fifteen-year-old tonic wine. Qian He and the four disciples were not planning to drink much, but after taking a sip, they felt the benefits of the tonic wine and couldn't stop.

Not long after, he was drunk, but luckily he was a good drinker and didn't cause any trouble. Instead, he lay on the ground and fell asleep!

Hong Guan smiled. He finally managed to deal with them. The royal zombies are his.

He took out a bundle of calming incense and lit it for them to ensure they could have a good sleep. He went out to check the sky and saw that it was already dark, with dark clouds covering the sky. It wasn't long before the zombies came out of their cages!

Hong Guan was afraid that the coffin was in the wrong position and would not attract the thunder. The royal zombie already had the blood of the young prince, and if it lost the thunder to refine its body, its power would be greatly reduced!

I entered the Jungle Manor and went to the blacksmith shop to forge ten iron rods that were more than ten meters long. I connected them to the coffin and nodded with satisfaction. This was foolproof. I was such a little genius!