Shao Weijie happened to come over at this time and remained silent. After the funeral procession left, he curiously asked about Qianhe's obedience to the imperial court.

Looking at all supernatural films, Maoshan Taoist priests are aloof and rarely interact with the government. Only some villain Taoists choose to attach themselves to the court or local officials, rich gentry.

Obviously Chizuru Taoist Master is not that kind of villain.

"Hey!" Hearing Shao Weijie's question, he sighed, "Do you know that although I, a member of the Maoshan sect, have profound teachings, I still suffer from three disasters and five disadvantages!"

"Three disasters?" Shao Weijie's mind moved, as if he remembered something.

"The so-called three disasters are 'poverty, death and loneliness'!" Simu said, "Poverty means poverty. Without wealth, being young means dying young, having a short life span, and being alone means being single!"

"What does this have to do with Uncle Qianhe's attachment to the imperial court?" Jia Le couldn't stand how arrogant Wu Shilang was.

He glanced at Jiale with four eyes and sighed: "Your uncle Qianhe is the 'Yao' among the three disasters. He joined the imperial court just because he wanted to use the royal dragon's luck to protect himself!"

Shao Weijie looked at the direction where Qianhe was leaving with deep eyes, lamenting that it was a pity that he had found the wrong person. The Qing government, a building that was about to collapse, would not only be unable to protect him, but would also kill him.

"Oh!" Jia Le suddenly realized and asked curiously, "Master, what kind of disaster are you doing?"

He stared at Jiale with four eyes and sneered: "What do you think I am?"

Jia Le didn't know whether it was due to a lack of brains or because he was deliberately angry with Master. He really speculated seriously: "Master, if you are so rich, you must not be poor. You have lived for such a long time and are still in such good health. Most likely you are not dead. Then

So Master, you are..."

boom!

Before Jia Le could finish his words, he was hit on the head.

"Yes, yes, it's your size!" Simu cursed while hitting Jia Le's head.

"Ouch, Master, I was wrong!" Jia Le immediately rushed back with his head in his arms.

Yixiu and Shao Weijie looked at each other, smiled and shook their heads, watching the pair of living masters and apprentices having fun.

…

The thunderstorm at night came as expected.

Shao Weijie looked out the window at the sudden downpour and knew it was time to set off.

He glanced at Old Man Gao next door and went out.

The funeral procession was already moving slowly, but with Qinggong running at full strength, it only took a few breaths to catch up with them.

"Report to Mr. Wu, the tent is set up!" a guard reported.

Wu Shilang was about to ask the child for credit with a smile on his face, but was stopped by Qianhe.

"Master Wu, let the coffin go in first!" Qianhe said.

"Why?" Wu Shilang looked unhappy.

"The ink lines have melted! I'm afraid..." Qianzhe explained quickly.

"Oh!" Wu Shilang drawled a long voice, as if he was thinking seriously, and then flatly refused, "No! We have to let Brother No. 71 go in first!"

Knowing that this would be detrimental to the zombies, Qianzhe did not dare to refute, so he gritted his teeth and went to check the condition of the coffin.

Fortunately, another tent was quickly set up, and Qianhe quickly asked his soldiers and apprentices to push the coffin in.

A bolt of thunder struck down, hitting the coffin. Sparks flew out of the golden coffin, and a strong electric current spread to the soldier holding the coffin, knocking him away in an instant.

The soldier was struck by lightning, his whole body was shaking like charcoal, and he was about to die.

Awakened by thunder and lightning, the golden coffin shook violently, as if some beast was about to break out of the cage.

"not good!"

Qianzuru reacted quickly. He jumped onto the coffin and pressed the coffin lid firmly with his own weight.

"Bring the rope!" Chizuru yelled.

Several apprentices reacted quickly and immediately threw out a thick hemp rope and worked together to tie the coffin tightly.

It's a pity that no matter how fast everyone reacts and no matter how neat their movements are, they are still no match for the zombies' huge power.

With a bang, the golden coffin lid was immediately lifted, and even Qianzhe's thigh was pressed by the coffin.

Several of Chizuru's disciples were indeed brave and coordinated in an orderly manner. One rushed to save the master, while the other, regardless of the strength gap between the two sides, raised his mahogany sword and rushed towards the zombies.

It's a pity that he has more ambition than strength. The zombie moves quickly and fiercely, and a pair of iron fingers is about to pierce into his chest.

At this critical moment, a suction force came from behind the disciple and pulled him back forcefully.

The disciple narrowly escaped death and looked back and forth with a horrified look on his face.

"Corpse rope!" Qianhe roared sharply.

The remaining three disciples immediately formed a three-talent formation and cooperated with each other to trap the zombies with crossed ropes.

Qianhe pulled out the mahogany sword, and the sword glowed with light. His originally invulnerable body was easily pierced by the wooden sword.

After being struck by a sword, the zombie became ferocious. Regardless of the pain, it clasped Chizuru's arm with both hands and pulled him to his side. It exposed its fangs filled with corpse-like energy and wanted to bite his neck.

Qianzhe raised his leg and put one foot against the zombie's chin. With one foot off the ground, he was locked in a stalemate with the zombie. There were three more disciples behind the zombie pulling him with corpse ropes. For a while, the four of them were inextricably linked to each other.

The apprentice who almost died earlier also reacted and rushed to help the other brothers control the zombies.

Even so, this zombie was always one step ahead. With an angry push, it knocked Qianzhe away, leaving only four disciples behind to hold him with ropes.

Qianzhe fell to the ground. At this time, the sleeves of both arms were already torn into strips of cloth, with three bloody holes leaking out of his arms.

He endured the pain and hurriedly took out the glutinous rice borrowed from his senior brother from his pocket and applied it to the wound. His arm was like red-hot charcoal dropped into the cold water, and plumes of green smoke suddenly appeared.

The severe pain caused Chizuru to scream in agony.

After losing the formation maintained by Qianzhe, these four disciples were no match for this stiff opponent. The zombie jumped forward and they immediately staggered. When the zombie moved to the left, they also staggered.

The zombies' iron arms circled and tugged at them, but they did not move at all.

Zombie:…

The zombie, who did not believe in evil, jumped forward suddenly, only to find that it had not moved at all.

The zombie looked back and saw that all the ropes were in the hands of a young man, but no matter how hard he struggled, he couldn't move.

What's even more outrageous is that the young man actually controlled him with one hand.

The zombie jumped towards him angrily, wanting to bite the young man, but when he pounced on the young man's position, the young man had already appeared where he was standing just now.

When the zombie tried to bite him again, he found that his feet had already left the ground and were hanging on the branch of a tree.

Qianzhe briefly treated the injury, and when he was about to take action again, he found that the zombie had been hung between the branches of a tree by a young man, and could only flap back and forth in mid-air.

"Where are you watching a show?" Shao Weijie said to Qianhe, "Let's kill him!"

"Ah? Ah!" Qianhe was obviously blinded by what he saw. He couldn't react for a moment. After hearing Shao Weijie's order, he hurriedly pulled out his mahogany sword and stabbed the zombie.

Shao Weijie shook his head, disappointed with Qianhe's approach.
Chapter completed!