Zombie World: Starting as an apprentice of the Thunder King

A few days later, a group of people slowly walked up the mountain road.

The leader was a middle-aged man wearing a yellow Taoist robe. He was thin and had bright, piercing eyes.

In the middle of the procession, a bronze-cornered, gold-plated coffin was being pulled by a cart; the entire coffin gleamed with a dark gold luster.

The surface was covered with ink lines, making it obvious that something unclean was sealed inside.

Hearing the commotion, Si Mu came out of the courtyard and was taken aback when he saw the leading Taoist priest: "Qianhe? What brings you here?"

Master Qianhe looked up and saw Simu, a smile spreading across his face: "Senior Brother Simu! Long time no see!"

He strode over, his gaze landing on Lin Bei and Shi Shaojian behind Si Mu. "Who are these two...?"

"The eldest brother's disciples, Lin Bei and Shi Shaojian," Simu introduced.

Lin Bei and Shi Shaojian stepped forward and bowed, saying, "Disciples greet Martial Uncle Qianhe."

Qianhe looked them up and down, clicking her tongue in amazement: "Senior Brother has indeed taken on some good disciples."

"Judging from this kid's aura... he's at least a mid-stage mage, right?"

"To have such cultivation at this age is no small feat."

Lin Bei smiled and said, "Uncle-Master, you flatter me."

Pointing to the bronze-cornered, gold-plated coffin in the middle of the procession, Si Mu frowned and asked, "A bronze-cornered, gold-plated coffin, bound with ink line... could it be...?"

Chizuru's smile faded slightly: "That's right, it's a zombie!"

"Then why not just burn it?"

"Oh no, we can't burn it!"

Qianhe sighed and said, "The one inside is a member of the royal family from the frontier. He needs to be sent back to the capital to await the Emperor's judgment."

Lin Bei secretly curled his lip after hearing this, thinking, "What emperor? The Qing Dynasty died long ago!"

However, there is still a sliver of luck left!

Si Mu nodded: "Do you want some glutinous rice? I have quite a bit left."

"Yes! Of course I want it!" Qianhe said hurriedly. He came here to ask his senior brother for glutinous rice.

Then Si Mu asked Jia Le to go and get the glutinous rice!

Suddenly, a high-pitched voice came from the group, giving everyone goosebumps.

"Master Qianhe! It's getting late, it's time to set off!"

A middle-aged man in an official robe walked over quickly. He looked like a eunuch, but he even had a beard. It was unclear how it had grown.

She walked with a swaying, awkward gait, clutching an embroidered handkerchief in her hand and occasionally covering her mouth.

This eunuch was none other than Minister Wu, the person in charge of the escort team.

Upon hearing this voice, Chizuru's smile faded slightly.

He patiently replied, "Please wait a moment, Lord Wu. I will take the glutinous rice and leave."

Minister Wu, fiddling with his handkerchief and with his fingers delicately poised, glanced at Four Eyes: "Four Eyes, is that you?"

"We're in a hurry to return to the capital to report; the contents of this coffin cannot be delayed."

After saying that, he covered his mouth and nose with a handkerchief and glanced in the direction of the bronze horn and golden coffin.

A hint of apprehension and lingering fear flashed in his eyes, clearly indicating that he knew what was inside.

Si Mu felt extremely uncomfortable after being glanced at by him, and goosebumps appeared all over her body.

Forcing herself not to explode, she turned and shouted into the house, "Jiale! Did you bring the glutinous rice?"

"Here it comes!"

Jiale ran out of the house, carrying a bulging cloth bag filled with glutinous rice.

He ran to the carriage and handed over the cloth bag: "Uncle-Master, here's the glutinous rice you requested!"

Chizuru took the cloth bag, weighed it in her hand, and nodded in satisfaction: "Thank you, junior disciple."

Inside the meditation room, Master Ikkyu, who had heard the commotion, also came out.

"Master Ikkyu, it's been a long time!" Chizuru naturally recognized her senior brother's neighbor.

"Master Qianhe!"

After bowing, Ikkyu looked at the coffin and suggested, "Although this bronze-cornered golden coffin is sealed tightly, the canopy covering it prevents the corpse's aura from dissipating and makes it easier for it to accumulate."

"Why not dismantle the shed and let it get more sun? That would reduce the accumulation of corpse odor."

Chizuru looked up at the sky; it was midday, and the sun was at its brightest.

After thinking for a moment, he nodded happily: "That makes sense. Someone, dismantle the shed."

Seeing Qianhe about to dismantle the shed, Lin Bei, fearing a plot twist, quickly stepped forward to stop her: "Uncle-Master, wait!"

Chizuru turned to look at him: "What's wrong?"

"Judging from the celestial phenomena, I fear there will be heavy rain tonight."

Lin Bei pointed to the sky, "Although this coffin is said to be made of copper and gold, if it gets wet, the ink line may become damp and fail, and then the contents inside will not be able to hold up."

Chizuru looked up at the bright sun high in the sky, then glanced at Lin Bei strangely: "In this kind of weather... are you sure it'll rain heavily?"

Si Mu frowned as he stood beside him: "Junior brother, although Lin Bei is young, his eye for feng shui is indeed quite good."

"I've seen his skills in Renjia Town before, so let's listen to him."

"Uncle-Master Qianhe, this disciple cannot guarantee anything," Lin Bei replied truthfully, "but just in case..."

"Haha, I appreciate your kind offer, junior apprentice!"

After pondering for a moment, Qianhe smiled and shook her head: "Master Yixiu is right. Too much Yin energy is indeed detrimental to the escort."

"The shed still needs to be dismantled; we can just rebuild it when it rains."

Chizuru took Lin Bei's words as a joke.

Thinking he had gained some skill and learned some feng shui techniques, he showed off in front of him.

Although Qianhe cultivates the Way of Destiny, he is also proficient in Feng Shui.

Besides, he has been traveling in the cultivation world for so many years, what kind of demons and monsters hasn't he seen?

To put it bluntly, he is invincible against those below the Purple Zombie level. Against Purple Zombies, he would have to rely on the royal family's fortune to fight them.

Looking at the weather right now, it's not even going to rain.

If even a few raindrops fall within three days, Qianhe will be out of a job.

My senior brother is really something, actually believing a child's words. How foolish!

Chizuru shook his head, and then he gave the order, and several of his accompanying servants stepped forward to begin dismantling the shed.

Lin Bei felt helpless, knowing that Daoist Qianhe's cultivation was not low.

It is precisely because I know this that I am even more worried.

In the original story, Master Chizuru was killed because he dismantled the shed.

The ink line was washed away by the rain during the thunderstorm, and then the bronze coffin was struck by lightning.

The royal zombies inside were not only not killed by the heavenly lightning, but became even more terrifying.

He suppressed his heartache and took out two blue lightning talismans from his spatial stone, handing them to Qianhe: "Uncle-Master, these two blue talismans were drawn by your disciple in the Maoshan Secret Realm before, and they are quite powerful."

"Keep it with you; it might come in handy if something happens."

Chizuru's eyes lit up when she saw the two blue talismans: "They're actually lightning-attribute blue talismans? You have such good stuff?"

He took the talisman and examined it carefully. The lightning patterns on the talisman's surface indicated that it was indeed a genuine blue talisman.

"Alright! I'll shamelessly accept it, Uncle-Master! Thank you!"

Chizuru would never refuse a blue talisman that she got for free!

Lin Bei cupped his hands in greeting: "Take care on your journey, Uncle-Master."

Chizuru carefully put away the blue talisman, exchanged a few more pleasantries with Simu and Master Ikkyu, and then led the group on their way.

Minister Wu followed the group for a couple of steps, then suddenly turned back and winked at Simu, even making a wave in mid-air: "Master Simu, until we meet again!"

Si Mu shuddered and almost vomited on the spot.

The carriage, pulling the bronze-cornered golden coffin, swayed and drifted away into the distance, soon disappearing around the bend in the mountain road.