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

Lin Chen walked to the bamboo chair and looked down at Jia Le's right arm injury.

The wound was deep, surrounded by a ring of white hair, and emitted a foul odor.

"Junior brother, bear with it." Lin Chen gathered his magic power at his fingertips and drew a cross on the wound.

Black blood gushed out, dripping onto the bluestone slab with a hissing sound.

Jingjing was so frightened that she covered her mouth and backed away.

Master Four Eyes rushed out of the inner room with a nearly half-empty jar of ointment: "Lin Chen, quickly use this! This is snake ointment I exchanged with an old customer from Miao territory; it can draw out poison!"

"Master, ordinary snake medicine can't suppress the poison of this bronze-armored corpse." Lin Chen took the medicine pot and took out a purple bamboo brush and top-grade cinnabar from his bag.

"The poison has already entered the meridians. Applying medicine alone won't work; we need to force it out first."

Si Mu was so anxious he was jumping up and down: "Then hurry up! If Jia Le loses his arm, who will do my laundry and cook for me!"

Lin Chen picked up the purple bamboo brush, dipped it in cinnabar, and drew a high-level exorcism talisman and a poison-removing talisman on the yellow paper.

"Jingjing, go to the kitchen and get half a bowl of raw glutinous rice, and pour some strong liquor over," Lin Chen instructed.

Jingjing turned and ran towards the kitchen.

Master Ikkyu sat cross-legged on the threshold, touched the bloody cut on his bald head, and sighed.

"Lin Chen, this bronze-armored corpse is really fierce, its body is too hard. When I smashed my demon-subduing pestle into its chest, it didn't even leave a white mark, but instead made my tiger's mouth go numb."

Master Four Eyes turned and cursed, "Old monk, you always boast about how powerful your Buddhist teachings are, but when it really matters, you can't even stop a zombie! If it weren't for my disciple's good fortune, I would be burying my son today!"

This time, Master Ikkyu didn't argue back, but gave a wry smile: "Those evil cultivators' methods are too despicable."

Jingjing ran back carrying glutinous rice and strong liquor.

Lin Chen lit two talismans and melted them in strong liquor, then poured in raw glutinous rice to soak.

"Master, hold him down."

Master Simu stepped forward and held down Jiale's hands and feet.

Lin Chen grabbed a handful of glutinous rice that had been soaked in talisman water and pressed it onto Jia Le's blackened wound.

It's sizzling!

Black smoke billowed up, and the smell of burning filled the yard.

"what!"

Jiale opened his eyes and struggled violently, making the bamboo chair creak.

"Hold on tight!"

Lin Chen did not reduce the force in his hand. The power of the Shangqing Great Cave True Scripture was released from his palm, pressing the yang energy in the glutinous rice into the depths of the wound.

Black blood dripped down his arm.

The white hairs around the wound began to wither and fall off.

Lin Chen changed the glutinous rice three times until the blood flowing from the wound turned bright red before he finally let go.

"Apply snake medicine and bandage it." Lin Chen stepped back half a step, leaving the rest of the work to Jingjing.

Jiale lay exhausted on the bamboo chair, panting, and smiled at Jingjing: "Jingjing, I'm fine..."

Master Four Eyes slapped Jia Le on the forehead: "Still thinking about picking up girls! You almost lost your life!"

Jiale shrank back in pain and shut his mouth, remaining silent.

Lin Chen walked to the pool of black blood in the yard, squatted down, picked up a bit of black ash, and smelled it.

"Master, what did you say that evil cultivator looked like? Did he have a registration number?" Lin Chen stood up and asked.

Master Ikkyu recalled: "He had shifty eyes, wore glasses, an earring, and a suit jacket."

"He was carrying a short gun that could spit fire. The wound on my head was from the iron pellets fired from that gun. As he left, he shouted that even Zhuge Kongping's bronze-armored corpse was nothing special, and that his 'Number One Mao in the World' was truly the best!"

The best Maotai in the world!

Lin Chen knew who this was.

This person is a rogue cultivator who likes to mix Western firearms with Taoist magic. That bronze-armored corpse from the previous dynasty should be the bronze-armored corpse from Xishuangbanna.

"The Number One Mao in the World? What kind of bullshit name is that? I've never even heard of it! How dare he smash my dojo and injure my disciple! I'll skin him alive!" Four eyes glared. "Lin Chen, grab your weapons, let's go after him right now!"

"Master, don't be impulsive," Lin Chen quickly stopped him.

"Since that bronze-armored corpse is not even afraid of Master Yixiu's demon-subduing pestle, it means it has become a force to be reckoned with. The number one Mao in the world has firearms. We are in the open while he is in the dark. Running around in the mountains in the middle of the night is likely to get us into trouble."

Lin Chen walked outside the gate and looked down at the marks on the ground.

Several deep footprints were left on the muddy ground outside the threshold.

The footprints were large, left by a zombie jumping, and there was a row of leather shoe footprints next to them, with half of a charred yellow paper scattered around.

Lin Chen picked up the yellow paper and smelled it; it smelled of sulfur.

"These evil cultivators not only play with zombies, but also with explosives." Lin Chen pointed to the footprints on the ground. "The footprints are deep in the soil, which means the bronze-armored corpses are very heavy. There was dew in the latter half of last night, and the soil around the footprints is still wet. They followed this road towards Shatin Town."

Master Four Eyes stepped out, sword in hand: "What are you going to Shatin Town for?"

"A battle of wits." Lin Chen looked at the mountain path in the distance. "Since he mentioned Zhuge Kongping, it means he has a purpose for coming here. The Zhuge family is located in Dafeng Village, south of Shatian Town."

Master Yixiu came out and advised, "Lin Chen is right, Simu. If you go now, you'll be like a headless fly. Why don't you let Jiale recover from her injury first, and then we can discuss this further."

Their eyes clearly distinguished the priorities and urgency.

"Alright, I'll rest tonight! Tomorrow morning, I'll go to Shatin Town and skin that bastard alive!"

Late at night.

The dojo fell silent.

Lin Chen sat cross-legged on the wooden bed in the guest room, circulating the Shangqing Great Cave True Scripture.

At midnight, a system notification sounded in my mind.

[Ding! It's midnight. Begin settling today's cultivation daily tasks.]

[Completed the removal of the copper-armored corpse poison and treated the critically injured, gaining +1 to Constitution and +1 to Spirit.]

[Analyzing the unorthodox cultivation methods grants +1 Agility.]

A warm current flowed through my body, and the fatigue from traveling all day disappeared.

Lin Chen opened his eyes and clenched his fist.

The number one Mao in the world likes to play with explosives and firearms. His bronze-armored corpse is impervious to swords and spears and possesses immense strength.

"I like head-on confrontations." Lin Chen cracked his knuckles.

He looked at the night outside.

I'm going to Shatin Town tomorrow, so I'll take this Xishuangbanna bronze-armored corpse to test the penetrating power of the Hercules General.

Just then, Lin Chen heard a noise.

The sound of chains being dragged came from the bamboo forest behind the temple.

The sound was soft and delicate, like a soft splashing sound.

Each drag was accompanied by a thud as Lin Chen gripped the lightning-struck wooden sword placed beside him.

"Still not gone?"

Lin Chen rolled out of bed, pushed open the back window, climbed out the window and landed in the backyard. Following the direction of the sound, Lin Chen crept into the bamboo forest on the back mountain.

The night breeze rustled the bamboo leaves.

Lin Chen released his senses and had a complete grasp of the surrounding movements. The yin energy was heavy, mixed with a pungent smell that did not belong to the mountains and forests.

It smelled of gunpowder and the fishy stench of engine oil.

After walking a dozen meters, Lin Chen stopped behind an old bamboo grove.

In the middle of the open space, a zombie dressed in soldier's uniform was spinning around in place.

The zombie had an iron chain around its neck, with the other end of the chain tied to a bamboo pole.

The zombie's movements were stiff, and its corpse aura was very faint; it had only recently risen from the dead.

Its chest had been hollowed out and stuffed with a palm-sized Western pocket watch, with three finger-thick homemade explosives tied to the side.

The hands of the pocket watch ticked, connected to a thin wire, the other end of which was attached to the zombie's arm.

If the zombie breaks free of its chains, or if someone touches it and pulls the wire, the explosives will detonate.

This is a sinister booby trap.

The world's number one Mao Shan master of firearms mixes Western mechanics with Mao Shan magic to create these deceptive practices.