Chapter 8: Daoist Qianhe Has Arrived

After breakfast, Jiale tidied up a room for Zhang Cheng, then picked up a water bucket and went out to fetch water; as it turned out, he later accompanied Master Yixiu and Jingjing up the mountain to gather herbs.

Zhang Cheng said a word to Daoist Simu and returned to his room to check the system; now that he had three hundred merit points, he naturally wanted to see if there was anything to deal with the Imperial Zombie.

Come to think of it, after this Imperial Zombie was struck by lightning, it turned directly into a Furry Zombie; Daoist Simu had failed to cause it any harm with his Seven-Star Copper Sword, so it was clearly a Copper-Armored Corpse among the Furry Zombies.

The reason it was called a Copper-Armored Corpse was because it still had weaknesses like its eyes.

Zhang Cheng opened the system and immediately checked the magic treasures and cultivation arts in the shop; among them, lightning arts were useless for this incident. As for talismans, he needed to be ordained, because talismans relied on the divine power of deities, and thus one needed to have their name registered in the Heavenly Court; the matter of ordination was no small affair, and only direct disciples of orthodox Xuan sects had such qualifications.

As for registered disciples and lay practitioners, they were not qualified to receive ordination. Therefore, even though Zhang Cheng had obtained the Compendium of Talismans, he had no way to use them.

However, there was an advanced version of the Samadhi True Fire with immense power, but the problem was that his current magic power could not support the advanced version of the Samadhi True Fire.

After looking, he still chose the magic treasure side.

"Magic seal... not quite good enough, the power is too small."

"Ghost-beating stick... completely useless against zombies."

"Sanqing Bell... no, Daoist Simu seemed to have used it in the movie, it shouldn't have any effect."

Zhang Cheng was checking the magic treasures and had not yet found a suitable one. Just as he was disappointed, he saw a decent magic treasure.

That was the Evil-Refining Gourd, which only required three hundred merit points.

"Evil-Refining Gourd (upgradable): Made from thousand-year peach wood. First, it can absorb severely injured demons, monsters, and ghosts, and can refine them in just forty-nine days.

Second, the refined evil energy is stored inside the gourd; after being nurtured with magic power for forty-nine days, the evil energy can be converted into Qi, which can be used for cultivation or for killing enemies."

After reading the description, Zhang Cheng's eyes lit up! If he only needed to save Daoist Qianhe and then join forces with Daoist Simu and Master Yixiu, wouldn't severely injuring the Copper-Armored Corpse be easy?

He immediately redeemed this Evil-Refining Gourd; the treasure gourd was twenty centimeters high, with a maximum bottom diameter of eight centimeters; it did not look big overall, but the workmanship was very fine, and there was a Eight Trigrams pattern on the bottom of the gourd.

Zhang Cheng patted the treasure gourd at his waist with satisfaction, and only then did he lie down to rest contentedly.

During the few days he stayed with Daoist Simu, he watched Daoist Simu and Master Yixiu bickering every day, and the rest of the time was spent recharging his magic robe and peach wood sword.

Now, this magic robe could be used twice, and the peach wood sword could be used ten times.

On this day, the sound of crows rang out outside the door; Zhang Cheng immediately left his room and came to the courtyard, where a procession was walking over from afar.

Daoist Simu walked out and asked in confusion, "Why has Junior Brother Qianhe come?"

Zhang Cheng replied, "Daoist Simu, your tribulation has arrived."

Daoist Simu frowned and immediately asked, "A-Sheng, are you saying this trip is dangerous for both my junior brother and me?"

Zhang Cheng said in a somewhat uncertain tone, "Perhaps; look at that coffin, I fear the corpse inside has already undergone corpse transformation."

Daoist Simu took a closer look and was secretly alarmed, then hurriedly went forward to meet Daoist Qianhe.

Daoist Qianhe immediately bowed and said, "Senior Brother."

Daoist Simu hurriedly asked, "Junior Brother, could it be that there is a zombie in this coffin?"

Daoist Qianhe nodded and said, "That is correct. That is why I have come to borrow some glutinous rice from you, Senior Brother."

Daoist Simu asked anxiously, "Why not burn this corpse?"

Daoist Qianhe shook his head and said, "This is a prince who died in a foreign land, and now he is to be taken back to the north."

Zhang Cheng, who had walked over, asked in confusion, "Does the Aisin Gioro clan still have such prestige?"

Hearing this, the nearby Attendant Wu immediately twisted his waist, walked over, and shouted, "Oh my, what kind of talk is that? If this were in my Great Qing, you would have been beheaded long ago! Hey, why are you stopping here? With such a big sun, what if the Seventy-First Prince gets sick from the heat!"

Daoist Qianhe gave an apologetic smile and then looked at Daoist Simu; Simu immediately told Jiale to go get the glutinous rice.

Master Yixiu interjected, "Daoist Qianhe, why don't you take down that shed and let the sun shine on it to dissipate the corpse energy?"

Daoist Qianhe immediately ordered his disciples to take down the shed, and Zhang Cheng did not stop them. Firstly, there would be a heavy rainstorm at night, and this shed was too small; even if it weren't taken down, it would be difficult to shelter from the wind and rain.

Secondly, the material of this coffin was the Copper-Cornered Golden Coffin, which was the metal most prone to conducting electricity; with thunder and lightning tonight, this coffin would inevitably attract lightning.

Seeing East, South, West, and North throw away the tent, Zhang Cheng said, "I predict there will be a torrential rainstorm tonight; Daoist Qianhe should prepare early."

The nearby Attendant Wu giggled, "Hahaha, you pretty boy really knows how to brag; with such a big sun, how could it rain?"

"Crack, crack, crack..."

A bolt of lightning from a clear sky suddenly exploded; Attendant Wu screamed in fright, and his face, which had been covered in rouge, turned deathly pale.

Daoist Qianhe frowned and looked at Daoist Simu; Daoist Simu said in a serious tone, "I'm afraid it won't be peaceful tonight. Junior Brother, wait a moment; I will go get some things to accompany you for a stretch of the road."

Zhang Cheng also spoke up to follow, but Attendant Wu immediately scolded, "No, no, this pretty boy won't do; he just spoke rudely, he cannot come along!"

Because the Seventy-First Prince was too young and didn't understand these matters, he did not stop Attendant Wu, so Zhang Cheng had to give up. He said to Daoist Simu and Daoist Qianhe, "Two Daoists, if things become impossible, you can bring the people back first."

Afterwards, the group left.

Zhang Cheng watched the departing group, still feeling uneasy in his heart. He said to Master Yixiu, "Master, I will follow them and act according to the situation; I leave this place to you."

Master Yixiu returned the bow and said, "Amitabha, Daoist friend Asheng, take care of your own safety."

Zhang Cheng returned to his room, put on his Daoist robe, took his peach wood sword, tied on the Evil-Refining Gourd, and then picked up an umbrella and left.

He followed the corpse-transporting procession all the way and soon arrived at a forest; it was just dusk. Attendant Wu immediately had the procession stop to rest and had people set up camp.

"Crack, crack, crack..."

Thunder and lightning began in the sky, dark clouds gathered, and soon, a torrential rain fell. Daoist Qianhe hurriedly had his disciples cover the coffin with that small shed; he grabbed Attendant Wu and said, "Attendant Wu, the coffin must be moved into the tent early, otherwise the ink-marker lines on the coffin will lose their effect and won't be able to trap the zombie inside."

Attendant Wu rolled his eyes and said, "The Seventy-First Prince doesn't even have a tent yet, what does this have to do with me? Solve it yourself!" Having said that, he let go and left.

The nearby Daoist Simu cursed angrily, "This damn eunuch, I really want to kill him!"

Daoist Qianhe sighed, "Senior Brother, endure it."

After a while, an extra tent finally appeared, and Daoist Qianhe hurriedly called for people to push the coffin.

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