This humble Taoist priest, Qianhe, begins his quest for immortality by slaying demons and monsters.

Chapter 155 Enemies Reunite: The Fox Demon and the Prince

“Amitabha, it seems that I have some affinity with you, Master, which allows me to meet you again.”

Qingqing, standing to the side, was somewhat surprised. She knew her master well; he would never normally speak with such trepidation, as if he were greeting a deity rather than a young Taoist.

Just then, Jiale arrived in the courtyard carrying a few side dishes.

Upon seeing that there were two other people beside his martial uncle, he immediately quickened his pace.

When Jiale saw Qingqing, he was a little dazed. His first impression was that she was very beautiful, but Jiale didn't dwell on that. Instead, his gaze swept over the monk Yixiu who was sitting at the stone table.

"Are you Master Ikkyu?"

Jiale was somewhat uncertain. After all, ten years had passed. The monk Ikkyu was a middle-aged man in his thirties back then, but now ten years had passed in the blink of an eye. Ikkyu had gone through many trials and tribulations over the years. Although he was full of energy, his face looked much more weathered. It was normal for Jiale not to recognize him.

Ikkyu looked at Jiale with a smile on his lips and said, "Not bad, it seems you haven't forgotten this humble monk, Jiale."

After placing the side dishes on the table, Jia Le chuckled and said, "Master has not returned for ten years. Jia Le almost didn't recognize you. But this time, Master has truly returned to your true self."

"Qingqing, this is Jiale, a disciple of Master Simu. You and Jiale are about the same age, so you should have some things to talk about."

Ikkyu's implication was that Qingqing no longer needed to stand to the side, and Qingqing immediately understood.

“Master, Qingqing understands. Senior Brother Jiale, I’m here to help you…”

The two left the courtyard and returned to the kitchen, while Zhong Bai and Yi Xiu continued their casual conversation.

After dinner, Monk Ikkyu and Qingqing returned to the temple next door. They hadn't been back for ten years, and even though Jiale usually helped to disturb them, it still took some time to clean up.

In the darkness of night, Zhong Bai sat cross-legged on a futon in the side room, concentrating his mind and using the demon-slaying points to accelerate the refining of the Kui Niu's essence blood.

However, since the experience in Renjia Town, Zhong Bai's cultivation has become extremely subtle and will not cause any leaks. Therefore, the entire Simu Dojo is quiet.

As dawn broke, Zhong Bai slowly got up. Last night, he used 20,000 Demon Extermination Points to refine ten drops of Kui Niu essence blood. At this rate, Zhong Bai felt that he could completely refine all the Kui Niu essence blood in a month or two if he had enough Demon Extermination Points.

Even if they cannot break through the shackles and reach the third level of the Shangqing Dragon Elephant Technique with the power of one hundred dragons, they will be close enough that with such physical strength, they will not be afraid of any tribulation lightning.

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"Jiale, open the door, Jiale!"

Just as Zhong Bai got up, he heard his senior brother Simu's voice. As soon as he pushed open the door, he saw Jiale already standing in front of the courtyard gate and opening it. Then, Simu shook the Three Pure Ones Bell in his hand, and the walking corpse behind him jumped and followed into the courtyard. At this moment, Simu had not yet noticed Zhong Bai and was still busy driving the corpse. Jiale quickly came to Simu and said, "Master, there's a surprise! Look who's come to our dojo!"

Upon hearing his disciple's words, Si Mu frowned slightly, but quickly looked around. Just then, the monk Yixiu from next door pushed open the door and came out. In an instant, the two looked at each other.

His lips twitched slightly. Si Mu wondered if his eyes were playing tricks on him from staying up all night transporting corpses. He had only enjoyed ten years of peace and quiet. How could this old monk have suddenly returned?
"Jiale, is this the surprise you were talking about?"

The four eyes seemed to be giving a forced smile, which made Jia Le feel uneasy, but Jia Le quickly shook his head vigorously.

"No, no, no, Master, you've misunderstood. It's not Master Ikkyu, it's Uncle-Master Chizuru who's come to our dojo!"

amount……

Upon hearing of Zhong Bai's sudden arrival, Si Mu was somewhat surprised, but quickly his bad mood at seeing Yi Xiu vanished, and he asked with a smile, "Jiale, is it true? Where is your martial uncle?"

Zhong Bai pushed open the door and came out with a smile on his face.

"Senior Brother Four Eyes, it's been a few days. You seem a bit tired. I suppose the little demon you met last night was quite persistent."

Zhong Bai wasn't just making things up. He looked into the backpack on Simu's back and saw a faint demonic aura mixed with the smell of blood emanating from it. It was clear that Simu had killed him halfway through the journey.

After Jiale dealt with the zombies, Simu chuckled and approached Zhong Bai.

"Tsk, as expected, you can't hide it from your junior brother. It's really strange, there have never been any demons within dozens of miles of my dojo on a normal day."

But last night I actually encountered a fox spirit at the mid-stage of the Demon Soldier realm, who even tried to steal my corpse.

So they killed it, skinned it, and brought it back, intending to make gloves and a hat for that brat Jiale to wear in the winter.

As he spoke, Si Mu opened the bag on his back, revealing a fox pelt with excellent fur, smooth and delicate in color.

Furthermore, since it was produced by a fox spirit at the demon soldier level, its fur is ten times more durable than ordinary fur.

"The world is full of wonders. Although no evil spirits have approached the vicinity of Senior Brother Four Eyes' dojo in recent years, it is inevitable that demons will come. This is normal."

"Haha, Junior Brother Qianhe is right, I think so too."

"Come inside, junior brother! You've come all this way, you must treat me well!"

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At the breakfast table, after Jiale brought out a few side dishes, Si Mu smiled and sat down to greet Zhong Bai. Just then, the monk Ikkyu from the neighboring dojo also came over.

"Amitabha Buddha, Master, may I ask for some food?"

Since the monk Ikkyu and his disciple Qingqing had just moved back, they couldn't possibly have prepared any food. Ikkyu could resist eating, but Qingqing couldn't. So Ikkyu decided to go to their house to ask for some food.

"Oh my, who do we have here? It's Monk Ikkyu, you've returned. Ten years have passed, and you look much more weathered."

Four eyes felt uncomfortable looking at the monk Yixiu. Why did this guy have to come at this time? Wasn't he just deliberately disturbing his fellow disciples' breakfast?

“Amitabha Buddha, Master Four Eyes, it has been ten years since I last saw you, but you still look as dashing as ever.”

However, the Taoist priest's temper is still the same as it was ten years ago, which makes this humble monk feel sad..."

The two were like a pair of bickering lovers. Even though Zhong Bai knew he shouldn't argue with Si Mu, he couldn't help himself when he heard Si Mu's sarcastic remarks. Zhong Bai, as an observer, simply smiled faintly and ignored it.

"Pooh!"

With a light spit, Si Mu couldn't help but roll his eyes. "Monk, back when you were here, you were chanting sutras and striking the wooden fish every day. Who could stand that?"

"You say I have a bad temper, but what you've done is hardly human! I've been driving corpses day and night, and even when I finally get back, I can't get a peaceful night's sleep. If you were in my shoes, you wouldn't be able to stand it either."

Four Eyes's statement is not wrong...

However, each had their own reasons, but with Zhong Bai present, the two of them were only verbally abusive, but they behaved properly during the meal, without the fighting and snatching that occurred in the drama.

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At midday when the sun is shining brightly.

At this moment, on the official road leading to the Simu Dojo, a Manchu prince guarding the frontier is being transported.

"Hurry up, Your Highness is a nobleman in the capital who specifically requested that he be transported to the capital for burial."

"Our family is practically on its last legs. If you troublemakers delay our plans and cause us to be punished, then none of you will get away with this!"

The man's shrill voice made the laborers pulling the coffin strain even when they were exhausted, causing the hemp ropes to creak and groan in response to this eunuch from the capital.

Seeing the laborers sweating profusely, the old man finally felt a little happier.

He swayed his hips as he arrived at the front of the procession, in front of a two-person sedan chair. Sitting in the chair was a child who looked to be about seven or eight years old.

However, the embroidered python robe he wore spoke volumes about the child's noble status.

"Master, it's hot. If you're tired or sleepy, please let us know."

At this rate, it will probably take these troublemakers another two or three months to reach the capital.

Ah, you've really suffered, Master..."

The child was still quite young, but his words carried a hint of authority.

"Minister Wu, I understand. Let's continue on our way."

Minister Wu didn't take the young prince's indifferent reply to heart.

He continued to shout, urging the laborers to work harder.

But the laborers were also helpless; they could easily handle ordinary coffins.

Unfortunately, the coffin being transported this time was incredibly heavy—a bronze-cornered, gold-plated coffin.

The weight of several thousand kilograms, and the tireless efforts of more than a dozen laborers day and night, were simply too much for them to bear.

In front of the bronze horn and golden coffin, in the middle of the procession, stood a Maoshan Taoist priest dressed in a Taoist robe.

He was the corpse driver in charge of transporting the bronze-cornered golden coffin to the capital.

The middle-aged Taoist priest looked somewhat haggard. He glanced deeply at the bronze-cornered golden coffin, then shifted his gaze to Minister Wu, who was reprimanding the laborers.

He wanted to say something, but in the end he just smacked his lips and didn't say anything.

"Master Tulong, what kind of road are you leading us on? We're in the middle of nowhere every day."

You roughneck may not care, but my master is made of gold.

If there's even the slightest damage, you can't afford the consequences!

The Dragon-Slaying Daoist's gaze was deep and restrained. He took a deep breath and said, "Minister Wu, I don't have much glutinous rice left. I'm passing through this place because one of my junior brothers has a Daoist temple here and I can borrow some glutinous rice, therefore..."

"Alright, alright, I understand what you mean, but we can't waste time. My master spent a lot of money on this job."

"Understood, Minister Wu!"

As he watched Minister Wu sway away, a cold glint flashed in the eyes of the Dragon-Slaying Taoist.

"The Qing Dynasty has been gone for four or five years, and you old folks still want to act like tyrants."

However, this humble Taoist priest can endure it. Using a bronze horn and a golden coffin to suppress a zombie, tsk tsk tsk...

It must be said that although these old-fashioned people are disgusting, they have accumulated a considerable amount of cultural heritage over the years.

"When the time is right, this bronze-cornered golden coffin will be mine!"

Thinking this way, the anger in the Dragon Slayer's heart subsided a little.

Wu Shilang, who had just reprimanded the Dragon-Slaying Taoist, was completely unaware that something was amiss.

It's no wonder he was taken for granted; the old guard and young masters in the capital paid a heavy price to transport this corpse-turned-prince, who died on the frontier, back to the capital.

The seven or eight former imperial guards around them were already incredibly powerful, and with the addition of the expensive Taoist priest who slays dragons to escort them, in Minister Wu's eyes, once they crossed the south and entered the north, there was practically no chance of anything going wrong.

Time passed slowly, and after what seemed like several hours, when the group was exhausted, they finally saw signs of human habitation and houses.

(End of this chapter)