Uncle Nine: You were supposed to drive corpses, so you summoned the Monkey King!

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"When the dead travel, the living must avoid them!"

In the silent, desolate mountains, the sound of bells accompanied by a shower of paper money sent chills down one's spine.

Lin Chen was wearing a blue Taoist robe and shaking the Three Pure Ones Bell in his hand.

He walked at the front of the procession, behind him a row of people who had died far from home, with talismans to suppress their corpses pasted on their foreheads and their arms outstretched.

"Thump! Thump! Thump!"

The corpses leaped forward in unison to the sound of the bell.

At the very back of the line, Master Four Eyes pushed up his small round glasses, panting heavily.

"My dear disciple, we're almost at the dojo. Tell the customers to hurry up."

Master Simu rubbed his aching lower back, his voice filled with exhaustion.

Lin Chen stopped and looked back at his cheap master.

"Sir, you seemed quite energetic when you were collecting money, but now you're tired?"

Master Four Eyes glared and raised his hand to knock Lin Chen's head.

Lin Chen easily dodged to the side.

He has been in this perilous zombie world for a month now, and his identity is the second disciple of Master Four Eyes.

When Lin Chen first transmigrated, he felt extremely cold inside.

This is the Nine Uncle Universe!

Demons roam freely, warlords fight amongst themselves, and even orthodox cultivators struggle to get a full meal.

Even more critically, judging by the time, that royal zombie, impervious to ordinary spells and with a body of bronze and iron, is about to pass by the dojo.

Lin Chen was extremely flustered at first.

He was just a novice Taoist disciple, and apart from being a little stronger than the average person, he knew nothing else.

Are you going to fight royal zombies with your head down?

Fortunately, there's always a way out; I've been connected to the [Daily Cultivation Settlement System].

All you have to do every day is chop wood, cook, practice martial arts, drive corpses, and even argue with people.

At midnight, the system will settle accounts and distribute attributes, magical artifacts and materials, and even various Maoshan secret techniques.

During the past month, Lin Chen had been silently accumulating strength by traveling with Master Simu, enduring hardships and sleeping outdoors to transport corpses.

"You brat, you even dare to hide from your master!"

Master Four Eyes chuckled and cursed, then pointed to two wooden houses that were vaguely visible in the distance.

"Alright, get the customer to the morgue quickly. I'm going to get a good night's sleep tonight, and nobody's going to bother me!"

The two men quickened their pace, leading the body.

Just as I reached the open space in front of the wooden house, a dark figure suddenly darted out of the bushes beside me.

"ha!"

The dark figure, wearing a terrifying mask, lunged at the foremost corpse with bared teeth and claws.

This is Jiale, the eldest disciple of Master Simu.

This kid gets bored staying in the mountains and loves to play pranks like this.

In the original story, Jiale's actions directly disrupted the procession of corpses, causing a lot of trouble.

Lin Chen had long anticipated this move.

Just as Jiale lunged forward, he reached out with his right hand, grabbed Jiale by the back of his collar, and tossed him aside.

Jiale cried out in pain and fell into the haystack, mask and all.

"Junior brother, how do you get so strong!"

Jiale rubbed his bottom and got up, looking aggrieved.

Lin Chen put the Sanqing Bell back into his waistband.

"The driver has been tired all the way. If you disrupt the customers' formation again, he might whip you with a rattan cane."

Master Si Mu stepped forward and kicked Jia Le in an annoyed manner.

"You never do anything productive! Hurry up and help your junior brother welcome the customers in!"

Just then, the door to the wooden house next door opened.

An old monk dressed in coarse cloth and with two white eyebrows came out.

It was none other than Master Ikkyu.

Behind Master Ikkyu was an eighteen-year-old girl with two braids, fair skin, and bright, sparkling eyes.

This is Jingjing, the woman who captivated Jiale in the original story.

"Brother Four Eyes, your business is booming! It's so noisy in the middle of the night."

Master Ikkyu clasped his hands together and greeted him with a smile.

Upon hearing the voice, Master Simu's anger flared up.

"You bald monk, I'm just driving my corpse, what's it to you? You'd better not mess with me, I'm exhausted today!"

The two old rivals started arguing as soon as they met.

Lin Chen ignored them and focused his gaze on Jingjing.

Jingjing was also curiously looking at Lin Chen.

She had only met the simple-minded Jiale before; this was the first time she had met Lin Chen.

Lin Chen had a handsome appearance and a tall, upright posture. His action of lifting Jia Le with one hand just now was clean and neat.

Jingjing glanced at him again before being led back into the house by Master Ikkyu.

Lin Chen nodded politely to Jingjing, then turned and directed Jiale to move the body.

In chaotic times, demons are the most important thing.

Women would only hinder his cultivation speed. After settling the corpse in the morgue...

Lin Chen returned to the backyard and, without resting, immediately grabbed an axe from the corner of the wall.

I walked up to the wooden stake and started chopping wood.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

With each swing of the axe, Lin Chen could feel his arms and shoulders exerting force simultaneously.

Others cultivate the Tao through ascetic meditation, but Lin Chen cultivates the Tao by perfecting every aspect of daily life.

The system will record every time he swings his axe.

After chopping a hundred pieces of firewood, Lin Chen put down his axe and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

A night breeze blew by, bringing coolness to the mountain forest.

Sudden.

Lin Chen stopped wiping his sweat and turned to look in the direction of the morgue.

The wind carried a foul stench, not the smell of a corpse, but more like the stench of a wild animal that hadn't bathed for years and had swallowed flesh raw.

"Is there a demonic aura?"

Lin Chen's heart skipped a beat.

Because he insists on daily accounting, his five senses are much more acute than those of an average Taoist priest.

This demonic aura was extremely arrogant, heading straight for the morgue!

In the morgue.

Jiale was wiping the dust off the "customers" with a rag.

He muttered to himself as he wiped.

"My junior brother is really something. He just got back and went to chop wood, leaving me with all this dirty work."

No sooner had he finished speaking than a gust of wind blew open the window of the morgue.

The candle went out.

The room fell into darkness, and Jiale shivered.

"Master? Junior brother?"

No one responded.

Only the heavy, labored breathing could be heard from the darkness.

By the moonlight filtering through the clouds, Jiale saw a dark figure crouching on the beam of the morgue.

The creature had a face that looked just like a monkey, but it was a size larger than a grown man. It was covered in black fur and its eyes glowed with an eerie green light.

Mandrill!

This is a vicious mountain demon that feeds on the energy of corpses and the yang energy of living people. The mountain demon stared intently at the zombie below, drool dripping down its face.

It was extremely hungry.

The newly arrived corpses were like a perfect tonic to it.

"ah!!"

Jiale was so frightened that his legs went weak and he sat down on the ground with a thud. The mandrill was startled and looked at Jiale with its eerie green eyes.

The yang energy of a living person is more alluring than the corpse energy of a dead person!

It roared and pounced down from the beam, its sharp claws aimed straight for Jiale's throat.

"How dare you, you beast!"

At the critical moment.

Master Four Eyes, dressed in pajamas and holding a copper coin sword, kicked open the door and rushed in.

Although he was extremely exhausted, he was, after all, a master at the level of a teacher.

The copper coin sword flashed a golden light in mid-air, striking the mandrill's claws directly.

"Sizzle!"

The mandrill let out a miserable cry and was knocked back half a step.

Only a white mark remained on its hard claws.

Master Four Eyes let out a muffled groan.

"Such tough skin!"

Master Simu was terrified; this mountain demon had at least a hundred years of cultivation.

If he were in his prime, a few talismans would have been enough to deal with it, but after driving corpses for half a month, his body was already exhausted.

Now, unable to even unleash one-tenth of his usual strength, the mountain demon clearly noticed the weakness of the Four-Eyed Taoist.

It didn't rush to attack, but instead circled around Master Simu and Jiale.

Those green eyes were full of cunning.

It was consuming Master Four Eyes' last bit of strength.

"Master, help me!"

Jiale hid behind Master Simu.

"Shut up! Go find your junior brother, and get that bald monk next door to come and help!"

Master Simu bit his middle finger and smeared the blood on the copper coin sword.

The mountain demon seemed to understand what Master Four Eyes was saying and knew that it could not delay any longer.

It pushed off the ground with both legs, transforming into a black shadow, and pounced again, more than twice as fast as before!

Master Simu raised his sword to parry.

"Bang!"

The immense impact sent Master Four Eyes flying, scattering his copper coin sword across the ground.

The mandrill opened its blood-red maw and pounced directly at Jiale, who was now unprotected.

Jiale was so frightened that he closed his eyes.

From the direction of the backyard, there was the sound of a door being pushed open.

Lin Chen slowly walked in, carrying the wood-chopping axe.