From Nine Uncles to Douluo Doupa's Journey to Ten Thousand Realms

Chapter 30
It's a new day, the wind is sunny, the sky is blue and cloudless.

The mountains and rivers are beautiful here, and the trees are shady. Jiang Yu and Jia Le are learning Taoism from the four-eyed Taoist priest in the yard.

"Fluffling~"

Suddenly, a group of birds in the woods in the distance were startled and flew towards the distance.

Jiang Yu and the others immediately looked into the distance, and as far as their eyes could see, a group of men and horses dressed in Qing army uniforms were escorting a strange coffin, and they were rushing towards the four-eyed priest's dojo.

"It's finally here!" Jiang Yu was a little excited when he saw this familiar scene.

Soon, the group of people came to the front of the dojo, and one of the middle-aged Taoist priests in orange robes jumped over the group and walked towards Jiang Yu and others first.

"Brother!"

After the middle-aged Taoist priest saw the four-eyed Taoist priest, he saluted very happily.

"Senior brother!"

Daoist Simu was also very happy to see the visitor.

"Uncle!" Jia Le and Jiang Yu saluted.

"It turned out to be Daoist Qianhe!"

At this time, Master Yixiu who heard the movement also stepped forward and gave a salute.

Priest Qianhe was about to speak when a sissy-dressed man walking beside the sedan chair waved a silk handkerchief in his hand, and shouted strangely, "Hey! Hey! Hey! What are you doing here?"

Priest Qianhe turned his head and replied, "Guan Wu, I'm here to borrow some glutinous rice from senior brother."

"Borrow glutinous rice?"

It was said that Manager Nawu was very confused, but the schedule was very tight at the moment, and they had to rush to the capital, so they wanted to reprimand Priest Qianhe.

At this moment, the young nobleman sitting on the sedan chair beside him seemed a little tired, so he said, "Wu Shilang, let's rest!"

"Ah, great!"

Manager Wu responded with a flattering smile, then hurriedly said to everyone, "Come on! Get off the sedan chair, let's all rest!"

When everyone started to rest, Taoist Simu introduced Jiang Yu and Taoist Qianhe to each other.

Then he told Jiale: "Jiale, hurry up and get some glutinous rice for your uncle."

He and Daoist Qianhe had already come to this strange coffin. Jiang Yu looked at it for a while, and his expression changed immediately, and then he asked, "This is? The bronze horned golden coffin and ink bucket net, could it be in here?"

The words of the four-eyed Taoist priest obviously meant something.

"Yes, it is a zombie!"

Daoist Qianhe nodded.

"In this case, why didn't you burn him, uncle?" Jiang Yu interjected and asked.

Daoist Qianhe sighed helplessly, and said: "This zombie is a member of the royal family in the frontier, it cannot be burned, we have to escort it to the capital as soon as possible, and wait for the emperor's punishment."

Jiang Yu curled his lips and asked, "Isn't the Qing Dynasty all dead now? Why do you have to take such effort to escort them to the capital?"

He lived in later generations, and he didn't have the slightest affection for the Qing Dynasty in his heart, and of course he didn't have the slightest awe for the emperor who had stepped down.

Daoist Qianhe explained: "Although the Qing Dynasty died, the interim President Yuan Da took good care of the royal family. Not only did they keep their throne, but even the imperial palace was still in the hands of the royal family. The royal family has 400 million yuan! Moreover, there are some officials in the capital and the frontiers, and even the common people under us still have feelings for them, so their royal status is still very unusual!"

The four-eyed Taoist priest who also drove the corpse understood the mood of the Taoist priest Qianhe best. After all, they were not alone, they had relatives, friends, fellow disciples and brothers alive, and they still had to survive, so naturally they couldn't fight against those powerful people.

As practitioners, when they receive money from others, they naturally have to be loyal to others, and they cannot be said to be inconsistent, otherwise they will inevitably have demons in their cultivation.

While they were talking, Master Yixiu walked around the coffin and raised his own question; "Master Qianhe, since there are zombies inside, why don't you tear down the tent, let the sun shine more, and eliminate the corpses?" What about some corpses?"

"Thank you, master, for reminding me."

Daoist Qianhe felt that it made sense, and immediately told his four apprentices: "Southeast and northwest, you go and tear down the tent."

"Yes, Master!" All said in unison.

With that said, they were about to dismantle the tent.

"Slow down!" Daoist Four Eyes suddenly stopped their actions.

Priest Simu originally said this purely to antagonize Master Yixiu, but after he said it, he regretted it a little, but he could only hold on because of face.

"What do you mean? Don't you think my proposal is wrong?" Master Yixiu asked.

Seeing that everyone looked at him suspiciously, Taoist Priest Simu coughed dryly and said, "Do you think I don't know that sunlight exposure can reduce corpse aura? But..."

"But what?" Master Yixiu asked.

"This..." The four-eyed Taoist faltered a little.

Seeing this, Jiang Yu, who knew the plot of the movie, hurriedly stood up and distinguished for the four-eyed priest: "I think what the four-eyed master said is very reasonable."

Jiang Yu saw that everyone's attention had been gathered, so he continued: "Although after dismantling the tent, it is true that the corpse gas can be reduced under the sun during the day, but there are unpredictable things in the sky, and there is a lot of rain coming from our south. What should we do if it suddenly rains on the way? In that case, wouldn’t it be even worse after the ink on the ink fountain net is washed away by the rain?”

"Well, what Nephew Jiang said is exactly what I thought." Taoist Master Simu nodded and said.

"Although what Nephew Jiang said is very reasonable, but the sun is shining brightly today, it doesn't seem like it will rain, it's better to dismantle it first to dispel the corpse's anger, even if it rains, we can quickly install it The tent." Daoist Qianhe said indifferently, and continued to ask his disciples to dismantle the tent.

Most of the time, if you don’t die, you won’t die. Seeing Daoist Qianhe insisting on his own opinion like this, Jiang Yu couldn’t persuade him anymore. Although they said that they were already in the same family, in fact, they were not familiar with each other, and the other party would not listen to him. From the words of my junior.

"Eh? Eh? Eh?"

The sissy manager Wu saw the tents being dismantled in the southeast and northwest, so he volunteered to come over and asked, "What are you doing?"

Daoist Qianhe immediately explained to Wu Guanshi. Wu Guanshi felt that the other party was a professional after all, so he naturally let the other party do it, because his task was to bring the coffin and master back to the capital safely, and what he wanted was the result. , not the process.

After a while, Jia Le came back with a bag of glutinous rice.

"Hey, I hope you won't need this bag of glutinous rice!" Daoist Simu said quietly after handing the glutinous rice to Daoist Qianhe.

Priest Qianhe nodded, showing his approval.

As a Maoshan Taoist priest who has dealt with corpses for many years, he naturally hoped that he would not need to use this glutinous rice. After all, when he needed to use glutinous rice, it not only represented the failure of the mission, but also meant that their master and apprentice would also be in crisis.

"The glutinous rice has also been brought back, why don't you leave? If you delay the day, you see, I won't deduct your salary!" The annoying Wu Guanshi appeared again and urged.

Seeing that he got the glutinous rice, Taoist Master Qianhe bid farewell with the others, led a group of people and continued on the road.

Jiang Yu was a little speechless looking at the people who were struggling forward, and he didn't know what to do. He had already reminded him of everything that should be reminded, but the other party did not obey him, and he had no reason to walk with the other party. After all, they are not familiar with him, and even the Wu manager may regard him as a person with ulterior motives.

It's just that if I don't follow, although I can still destroy the royal zombie in the end, I can't protect Daoist Qianhe, not to mention that the other party is my uncle, if he dies like this, Daoist Four Eyes I'm afraid that Uncle Jiu will be very sad and sad, and protecting Daoist Qianhe is also one of my tasks!
Suddenly, he remembered that he still had the letter from Uncle Jiu, and thought to himself: "It seems that this is the only way to do it!"

　The plot of Uncle Zombie has officially begun
　　
　
(End of this chapter)