Shao Weijie happened to come over at this time, and he didn't speak until the funeral team left, and only after the funeral team left did he ask curiously, Qianhe obeyed the orders of the imperial court.

Throughout all the supernatural films, Maoshan Taoists are transcendent things, and it is rare to deal with the government, and only some villains and Taoists will choose to rely on the imperial court or local officials and wealthy gentry.

Obviously, Chizuru Michicho is not that kind of villain.

"Hey!" Hearing Shao Weijie's question, Simu sighed, "Do you know that although my Maoshan sect members say that the Taoism is profound, there are three disasters and five evils!"

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

"The so-called three disasters 'poverty, death, and loneliness'!" Simu said, "Poverty is poverty, no wealth, death is early death, short life, loneliness is celibacy!"

"What does this have to do with Uncle Qianzuru's attachment to the imperial court?" Jia Le was a little unaccustomed to the appearance of the black waiter.

Simu glanced at Jia Le, and sighed: "Your Uncle Qianhe is the 'youngest' of the three calamities, and he joined the imperial court just to use the royal dragon luck to protect himself!"

Shao Weijie's eyes were deep, looking at the direction of Qianhe's departure, and sighed that it was a pity that he had found the wrong object, and the Qing court was about to collapse such a building, not only could not protect him, but also killed him.

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

Four eyes glared at Jia Le and sneered, "What do you think I am?"

Jia Le didn't know if it was because his brain was missing a string, or if he was deliberately angry with the master, he really speculated seriously: "Master, you are so rich, you are definitely not poor, you have lived so long, your health is still so good, and most of them are not young, so you are ...... Master."

Bang!

Before Jia Le finished speaking, he was hit on the head.

"Yes, yes, it's you!" Simu scolded as he slapped Knorr's head.

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

Yixiu and Shao Weijie glanced at each other, and shook their heads with a smile, watching this pair of living treasure masters and apprentices play.

......

Thunderstorms arrived at night as scheduled.

Shao Weijie looked out the window at the sudden pouring rain and knew it was time to go.

He glanced at the tall old man next door and went out.

The previous funeral procession was already moving slowly, and it was only a few breaths before it caught up with them.

"Report to the Servant Servant, the tent is set up!" one of the guards reported.

Wu Shirou was about to ask the kid for credit with a smile on his face, but was stopped by Chizuru.

"Wu Shilang, let the coffin go in first!" Chizuru said.

"Why?" Wu Shilang's face was full of displeasure.

"The ink fountain line has melted!I'm afraid ......," Chizuru hurriedly explained.

"Oh!" Wu Shilang dragged a long note, as if he was thinking seriously, and flatly refused, "No!

Knowing that if it went on like this, it would be bad for the zombies, and Chizuru didn't dare to refute it, so he had to grit his teeth to check the situation of the coffin.

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

A thunderbolt struck down and hit the coffin, and the golden coffin suddenly sparked everywhere, and a strong electric current reached the soldier holding the coffin, and it flew out in an instant.

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

Awakened by lightning, the golden coffin shook violently, as if some beast was about to break free from its cage.

"Not good!"

Chizuru reacted quickly, he jumped onto the coffin with a leap, and pressed the coffin lid with his own weight.

"Bring the rope!" Chizuru yelled.

Several apprentices were not slow to react, and immediately threw out a thick linen rope and worked together to tie up the coffin.

It's a pity that no matter how fast everyone reacts and how neat their movements are, they are not the opponents of zombie giants.

With a bang, the lid of the golden coffin was suddenly overturned, and even Chizuru was pressed on his thigh by the coffin.

Several of Chizuru's disciples were indeed brave and coordinated, one was busy saving the master, and the other raised the peachwood sword and rushed towards the zombie regardless of the difference in strength between the two sides.

Unfortunately, he had more than enough strength to do so, and the zombie moved quickly, and a pair of iron fingers were about to plunge into his chest.

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

The disciple had escaped death and looked back and forth in horror.

"Bundle the corpse!" Chizuru roared.

The remaining three disciples immediately formed a three-talent formation, cooperating with each other and trapping the zombies with ropes.

Chizuru pulled out the peachwood sword, and the sword was full of spiritual light, and the originally invulnerable stiff body was easily pierced by the wooden sword.

After being stabbed, the zombie was ferocious, completely ignoring the pain, grabbed Chizuru's arms and pulled them to the side, revealing the corpse's fangs, and wanted to bite his neck.

Chizuru raised his leg and pressed his foot against the zombie's chin, and with one foot off the ground, he was in a stalemate with the zombie, and there were three apprentices behind the zombie who were pulled by the corpse rope, and for a while, the four of them were inseparable.

The apprentice who almost died before also reacted and was busy helping several other brothers and sisters control the zombies together.

Even so, the zombie was always superior, and with a burst of anger, it knocked Chizuru into the air, leaving only four disciples behind him with ropes.

Chizuru fell to the ground, and at this time, the sleeves of his arms had already rotted into strips of cloth, leaking out three bloody holes in his arms.

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

The pain was so severe that Chizuru couldn't help but scream.

After losing the formation maintained by Chizuru, these four disciples were the opponents of this fierce stiffness, the zombie jumped forward, they immediately stumbled, and the zombie moved to the left, and they also stumbled.

The zombie iron arm circled and pulled around, and they didn't move.

Corpse:......

The unbelieving zombie leaped forward, only to find that it hadn't moved at all.

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

What's even more excessive is that his youth actually controlled him with one hand.

The zombie jumped at him angrily and wanted to pounce on the youth, but when he pounced on the youth, the youth had already appeared where he was standing.

When the zombie tried to bite again, he found that his feet had already left the ground and hung on the branches.

Chizuru briefly dealt with the injury, and was about to strike again, only to find that the zombie had been hung between the branches of a tree by a young man, and could only pounce back and forth in midair.

"What about watching a play?" Shao Weijie said to Qianhe, "Kill him!"

"Ahh

Shao Weijie shook his head, disappointed by Qianhe's approach.

People who have been fighting zombies and other monsters for many years are not professional at all! Do you know that zombie claws have corpse poison, and you don't know that you have some protective gear in advance?