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

"You beast, look here!"

Lin Chen shouted loudly.

He swung the wood-chopping axe in mid-air in a semi-circle, heading straight for the back of the mandrill's head.

Just as the mandrill was about to deliver the fatal blow to Jia Le, it heard the noise behind it and suddenly turned around.

A human-like contempt flashed across its ugly, hair-covered face.

Even the old Taoist priest with the copper coin sword couldn't break its defense; this kid with the broken axe is just asking to be eaten.

The mandrill neither dodged nor avoided the axe, but instead raised its furry claws and slammed them down, the sound of the impact echoing in the morgue.

Lin Chen caught the fallen axe and looked at the iron axe that had been chopping firewood for a month. A large nick had appeared on the blade.

"Did this thing grow up eating iron?"

Lin Chen couldn't help but make a comment.

Although the mandrill was not injured, it was still shaken and forced to take a half step back.

Its eerie green eyes were filled with rage. How dare an insignificant human provoke it!

"roar!"

The mandrill roared, its massive black body leaping up, its blood-red maw opening wide as it lunged directly at Lin Chen's throat.

The speed was too fast. The Taoist priest with four eyes, who had just gotten up from the ground, saw this scene and shouted anxiously.

"Get out of the way, you brat! Your pathetic skills won't be enough to stop you!"

Master Simu was filled with regret. If he had known that the mountain demon was so fierce, he would have drawn a high-level demon-suppressing talisman even if it meant exhausting his life essence.

Lin Chen was his newly accepted disciple. He had never even learned to draw talismans except for doing chores. How could he possibly dodge it?

It looked like the mandrill's claws were about to pierce Lin Chen's chest.

Lin Chen's feet suddenly moved.

His steps appeared chaotic, yet he landed precisely on the Big Dipper, taking a half-step diagonally with his left foot and twisting his body to the right.

Maoshan Ordinary Fist!

This is the only actual combat technique that the system has given him over the past month, based on his daily efforts of chopping wood and carrying water.

The mandrill's determined pounce missed, grazing the blue Taoist robe.

"what?"

Master Simu was incredulous; he even forgot to pick up the copper coin sword that had fallen to the ground.

"This footwork looks so familiar!"

Before Master Simu could figure it out, Lin Chen launched a counterattack.

In the instant he dodged the attack, Lin Chen used his waist to exert force, clenched his right fist, and used the momentum of his turn to punch the mandrill in the ribs.

"Bang!"

That punch landed squarely.

Each settlement increases his strength attribute, and he is now stronger than an average adult strongman.

The mandrill staggered from the blow, knocking over two zombies as it turned sideways.

"Oh, my customer!"

Master Simu felt sorry for him.

The mandrill was completely enraged.

It shoved the zombie off its body, roared, and charged at Lin Chen again, swinging its two thick arms wildly.

Lin Chen dared not take the attack head-on, and dodged back and forth in the narrow morgue.

"boom!"

The mandrill slammed its paw on the wooden plank of the mortuary, shattering the two-inch-thick plank into pieces.

Although Lin Chen's footwork was exquisite, he lacked practical combat experience. This mandrill had incredible stamina and was practically a tireless monster.

After dodging more than ten attacks, Lin Chen's breathing became rapid, and sweat appeared on his forehead.

"Master, don't just stand there! Hurry up and unleash your ultimate move to finish it off!"

While dodging, Lin Chen shouted at Master Simu.

Master Simu looked distressed and spread his hands.

"I've been dealing with corpses for half a month, and I'm completely exhausted. I can barely even draw a talisman now!"

"Jiale, hurry up and go next door and call that bald bastard over to help!"

Jiale was hiding behind the doorpost when he heard his master's words and immediately ran outside.

Just then.

The Western-style clock hanging on the wall of the morgue suddenly chimed.

"when!"

"when!"

It's midnight.

The familiar system notification sounded in Lin Chen's mind right on time.

[Ding! It's midnight. Begin today's cultivation settlement.]

[Today's corpse-driving was steady; gained +1 to Constitution.]

[Chopped wood 100 times today with even force, gaining +1 Strength.]

[Today I had a friendly sparring session with Jiale and gained +1 Agility.]

[Host detected to be in a high-intensity combat state today.]

[Overall assessment complete, triggering a critical hit reward!]

[Congratulations, host, you have obtained: Maoshan Spirit Summoning Technique (Beginner Level)!]

[Note: This divine summoning technique ignores cause and effect and cultivation level requirements; it can forcibly summon deities to descend and physically exorcise all evil spirits!]

Lin Chen's eyes lit up when he heard the notification in his mind.

Summoning the spirits!

This is Master Four Eyes' signature skill!

In the original story, Master Four Eyes relied on invoking the patriarch to possess the royal zombie, which had become a spirit, and then rubbed it to the ground.

Although it's only a beginner level, it's more than enough to deal with the mandrill in front of us.

"System, immediately retrieve the summoning spell!"

Lin Chen silently recited in his heart.

The next second, a massive flow of information flooded into my mind.

The incantations, hand gestures, and footwork for invoking deities should be thoroughly understood and mastered.

At this moment, the mandrill had already approached Lin Chen.

It grabbed a broken beam and smashed it down on Lin Chen's head.

"Junior brother, quickly hide!"

Jiale, who had run to the door, turned around and saw this scene, and shouted.

Lin Chen stopped dodging, bent his legs slightly, lowered his waist and assumed a horse stance, and quickly formed a strange hand seal in front of his chest.

Recite it aloud.

"Heavenly spirits, earthly spirits, divine beings appear above the nine heavens!"

"Disciple Lin Chen respectfully requests the divine intervention of the Nine Heavens Gods, and commands swiftly as decreed!"

The sound, like a grand and resounding bell, boomed across the morgue.

Heavenly Court, South Heavenly Gate.

The heavenly soldier on guard duty opened his eyes.

"Who is this nobody who dares to forcibly summon my divine sense to the mortal realm?"

Before they could even react, a wisp of divine thought transformed into a pillar of light, piercing through the void and descending directly to the mortal realm.

An invisible current of energy converged from all directions and flowed into Lin Chen's body through the Baihui acupoint on the top of his head.

"Click click click!"

Lin Chen's blue Taoist robe bulged out.

Her originally well-proportioned and delicate figure visibly expanded, with the muscles on her arms bulging high, stretching the sleeves of her Taoist robe taut.

"Bang!"

The mandrill's swung beam crashed down heavily.

Lin Chen neither dodged nor flinched, but simply raised his right hand and grabbed the other end of the crossbeam.

The mandrill stared wide-eyed at the eerie green, its face filled with disbelief.

It pressed down with all its might, but the crossbeam remained motionless in Lin Chen's hand.

"Have you had enough?"

Lin Chen flashed a bright smile.

To the mandrill, that smile was more terrifying than that of a demon.

Lin Chen exerted force with his right hand.

A crisp sound.

He actually crushed that crossbeam with one hand!

Before the mandrill could react...

Lin Chen took a step forward with his left foot and punched the mandrill in the face with his right fist.

"boom!"

A loud bang.

The massive mandrill was sent flying backward, crashing through the wooden wall of the morgue and landing in the courtyard outside, where it rolled seven or eight times before coming to a stop.

Master Simu stood still and rubbed his eyes.

"This...this is a summoning spell?"

"When did this kid steal my secret technique?!"

Just then, a series of hurried footsteps came from outside the courtyard.

"Stop your arrogance, you fiend! This old monk is here!"

Master Ikkyu, dressed in a monk's robe and holding a gleaming golden vajra, stormed into the courtyard with imposing manner.

He heard the commotion inside the house and immediately rushed over with his magic implements, ready to show off his skills to Master Simu.

As soon as I entered the courtyard, I saw the century-old mandrill lying on the ground, its head swollen like a pig's head, barely breathing.

Master Ikkyu stood there, stunned.

He glanced at the mandrill on the ground, then at Lin Chen, who was standing in the hole, his muscles straining against his Taoist robe.

"Amitabha!"

Master Ikkyu silently put away the Vajra Pestle.

"Brother Four Eyes, what did your disciple eat to grow up like this? This physical salvation is more effective than my magical artifacts!"