Chapter 38 He is not wrong

"Humph!"

Seeing the guards who were still trying to squeeze into the room, the Taoist in charge snorted coldly, moved his body, and kicked the person who was rushing in front away.

How weak can a Taoist priest be if he can fight against zombies?
"Chizuru!"

When the guard leader saw this, he immediately became angry and called out the Taoist's name, "What do you want to do!"

"I said,"

A cold light flashed in Qianhe's eyes, "You are not allowed to rest in this room!"

"Don't you understand?"

The leader of the guards looked at Taoist Qianhe with cold eyes and the four Taoist priests who were glaring at him, and he did not dare to say too much.

This is not their base camp. If Chizuru is really pissed off, she might just give her a lesson.

However, he glanced at the dark room next to him and realized that if they angered the Taoist priest, none of them would survive.

The direction he was looking at was exactly where Zhang Chu was resting.

After all these years, this was the first time he saw a Taoist priest who did not use his own strength to exorcise demons, but instead used firearms.

"Master, you are right!"

The head of the guards smiled awkwardly and said to his men beside him, "Let's rest in the yard tonight!"

"Yes, my lord!"

The guards were all smart men and didn't say anything more.

There is nothing we can do to Chizuru now, there is nothing we can do, but once we get to their base camp, won’t Chizuru be at their mercy?

"Master!"

One of the young Taoist priests could sense that his master was in a bad mood, "What's wrong with you?"

"nothing!"

Qianhe shook her head and then reminded, "Be respectful to the owner of the charity cemetery!"

Then, Taoist Qianhe walked directly into the room where Shi Jian's tablet was placed, lit three incense sticks, and inserted them into the incense burner in front of the tablet.

Looking at Shi Jian's spirit tablet, Qian He's eyes were filled with grief: Big Brother, Big Brother, if you hadn't died, how could we have suffered such humiliation!
Originally, Qianhe didn't want to take this job, and since it involved the royal family of the previous dynasty, the corpse had already turned into a zombie. Now it was suppressed in a golden-horned bronze coffin and sent to the place where Longxing was born.

It goes without saying that there must be other plans involved.

He and Qianhe are just small Taoist priests. Although they have some strength, if they are involved in such things, they may die if they are not careful.

However, since the elders in the sect had spoken, Qianhe had no choice but to follow their orders.

"If the eldest brother were alive,"

Qianzuru muttered to herself, "How could such a bullshit thing happen?"

"Don't even mention that you are a royal zombie. Even if you are a zombie transformed by a fake emperor, what does that mean?"

"You can't escape the fate of turning into ashes!"

“What can I do?”

"Ugh!"

Chizuru sighed.

When he got the news, it was already too late. The eldest senior brother was already gone.

Especially after seeing the tablet of his senior brother, he felt even more depressed.

He has the same philosophy as his senior brother Shi Jian. They will kill zombies and evil spirits with thundering means.

Humans and ghosts have different paths, humans and zombies have different paths.

This has nothing to do with good or evil. Only when all demons and monsters are destroyed can humanity flourish.

If we divide them into factions, he Qianhe and the Lightning King Shi Jian are from the same faction.

Unfortunately, the eldest senior brother is no longer with us, and their faction has lost its leader and is in decline.

Otherwise, how could it be possible that this life of suicide would fall upon Qianhe?

Looking at Shi Jian's tablet, Qian He hesitated for a moment, then walked out and headed towards the room where Zhang Chu was. The tablet clearly said "Master", so he knew without thinking that the owner of the charity cemetery was the apprentice of his senior brother.

And he is an extremely filial disciple.

As soon as he stepped into the room, he felt that the aroma of incense in the room was very strong.

In particular, looking at the appearance of the charity cemetery, you can tell that it has just been built. If you want to have such a fragrant atmosphere, it cannot be achieved by burning three incense sticks a day.

That can only be achieved by burning incense three times a day at least.

Zhang Chu, who was standing next to the window, was also a little nervous when he saw Taoist Qianhe coming over.

Just now he did not think that the Taoist in front of him was Taoist Qianhe who "only played in the peak competition all his life". It was not until the guard shouted his name that Zhang Chu reacted.

After hearing Qianhe stopping the guards from going into the room where Shi Jian's tablet was enshrined to rest, Zhang Chu already understood that Taoist Qianhe must have a very good relationship with his master Shi Jian.

Especially, the smell of incense coming from outside made Zhang Chu even more certain of this.

If you can burn incense to Shi Jian, at least we are no longer enemies.

“It has to be faced eventually.”

Seeing that Qianhe had already walked to the door, Zhang Chu hesitated for a moment, but still lit the candle in the room and opened the door.

Originally, Qianzuru was still a little hesitant when he stood at the door, but what he didn't expect was that the candle in the room lit up and the door opened directly.

Come to think of it, how could a very filial child watch others disturb his master?
I'm afraid this kid is always ready. If those guards dare to neglect the spirit tablet of the eldest brother, he will come out with a musket and shoot them all!

From the fact that Zhang Chu fired without hesitation just now, and killed one person, we know that his disciple is definitely a ruthless person!
"Please come in!"

Looking at Taoist Qianhe standing in front of the door, Zhang Chu said dully.

Qianhe glanced at Zhang Chu, nodded slightly, and walked straight in.

The two of them sat at a candlelit table, and only now was Qianhe able to take a closer look at the appearance of this "nephew" whom she had never met.

His hair was completely white, his eyes were pitch black without a trace of white, and there was a faint smell of corpse on his body.

The two people sitting opposite each other fell silent for a moment, not knowing what to say.

It’s really that Zhang Chu’s identity is too embarrassing. He is an abandoned disciple of Maoshan, and his master was killed by the founder with the help of his uncle Jiu.

"you,"

After a moment's hesitation, Chizuru spoke up, "How are you doing?"

"good!"

Zhang Chu replied, and then there was silence.

"Your master,"

Just by mentioning it, Chizuru didn't know what to say next.

"My Master,"

Zhang Chu raised his head and looked at Taoist Qianhe seriously, "He is right!"

"A Taoist priest from Mount Mao is having an affair with a thousand-year-old female ghost!"

"The Maoshan disciples even released evil spirits from the underworld!"

"What crime should a Maoshan disciple commit if he talks about his master behind his back?"

"My master, you did the right thing by cleaning up the house!"

Qianhe fell silent again. He had heard of Uncle Jiu's two apprentices - two lazy troublemakers.

He also understood the subtext of Zhang Chu's two sentences: Uncle Jiu was having an affair with a female ghost, and his two apprentices, because of a momentary prank, released a group of ghosts from the underworld, and were talking about Shi Jian behind his back.

In fact, it would be better to call it an insult rather than a gossip. Just for this reason, those two people deserve to die.

If his apprentice dared to do this, he would do it himself without anyone else doing it.

As for Shi Shaojian?
He has already paid the price. No matter how he died, dead is dead!
But what about the rest of the people?

Did you receive any punishment?

Looking at Zhang Chu with a serious expression, Qianhe could only remain silent.

(End of this chapter)