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

Lin Chen stood behind the old bamboo, staring at the walking corpse in the middle of the open space.

The zombie was chained up, its chest hollowed out, and a Western pocket watch inserted inside made a ticking sound.

Three homemade explosives were strapped to the side of the pocket watch, connected to the walker's arm and the watch's fuse.

The zombie smelled the scent of living people and began to pace restlessly in place. If it took just half a step forward, its arm would tug at the thin wire, and the explosives would detonate.

Lin Chen formed a hand seal and used the technique of retrieving objects from a distance.

An invisible force gripped the zombie's neck and both arms, leaving the zombie with its mouth agape but unable to make a sound, its feet half an inch off the ground, frozen in mid-air.

Lin Chen took two steps to the zombie, the second hand of his pocket watch still ticking.

Tick.

Tick.

Lin Chen stretched out his left hand and pinched the taut thin wire, while his right hand drew the lightning-struck wooden sword from his waist, placing the tip of the sword against the connection between the wire and the fuse.

Driven by magical power.

pat.

The wire broke.

Lin Chen casually pulled the pocket watch and explosives from the zombie's chest and stuffed them into his pocket.

Releasing the power to telekinetically manipulate objects, the zombie landed on its feet, opened its mouth full of black teeth, and lunged forward.

Lin Chen swung his sword backhand and slashed at the zombie's forehead.

This low-level zombie, which had only recently risen from the dead, didn't even have time to scream before it turned into a pool of black water that smelled of burning.

Lin Chen sheathed his wooden sword and turned to walk towards the dojo.

The next morning.

In the main hall of the temple.

Master Simu was holding a bowl of white porridge and picking up some pickled vegetables with his chopsticks.

Master Ikkyu sat to the side, biting into a steamed bun.

Lin Chen walked into the hall and threw his pocket watch and three homemade explosives onto the octagonal table.

"What is this thing?" Master Four Eyes put down his bowl and chopsticks.

"I took it down from the bamboo forest behind the mountain last night." Lin Chen pulled out a bench and sat down. "It's a booby trap left by the number one Mao in the world."

Master Simu took a closer look and his expression changed.

"That bastard's playing dirty tricks!" Master Four Eyes cursed. "This explosive is so thick, and it's mixed with iron filings. If someone steps on it, half the mountain will blow up!"

Master Ikkyu put down the steamed bun in his hand, put his hands together, and recited a Buddhist chant.

"Amitabha Buddha, this person is vicious."

"He calculated that we might follow the footprints last night." Lin Chen picked up a steamed bun and took a bite. "This guy is very clever. He doesn't play by the traditional rules of Maoshan. He mixes firearms and Taoist magic. It's a bit troublesome."

Master Simu stood up after finishing his meal.

"What a pain!"

"He injured Jiale so badly, and he still dared to plant explosives in front of my house. This debt must be settled today!"

Master Simu turned and ran into the inner room, carrying out the fifty-pound great sword on his back.

"Lin Chen, are you full? If you are, grab your weapons and come with me to Shatin Town!"

Lin Chen swallowed the steamed bun in a few bites and wiped his mouth.

"Master, it's ready."

Master Ikkyu stood up and looked at Master Simu.

"Four Eyes, that bronze-armored corpse from Xishuangbanna is impervious to swords and spears; you must not underestimate it."

"Old monk, just keep an eye on the house. Change Jiale's snake medicine on time every day." Master Simu walked out without looking back.

Lin Chen wrapped the explosives in yellow paper, stuffed them into a cloth bag, and quickly followed after them.

Shatin Town is not far from Castle Peak Town; it takes about three hours to walk there after crossing two mountain ridges.

mountain road.

Lin Chen led the way, his breathing steady, while Daoist Simu followed behind, carrying a heavy sword.

"Master, what's the background of that Zhuge Kongping you mentioned last night?" Lin Chen asked casually.

Master Simu found a rock to sit on and rest, and drank some water.

"Zhuge Kongping was a fat man, the eighteenth generation descendant of Zhuge Liang, and was proficient in Qimen Dunjia and Feng Shui."

"This fat guy has a weird hobby; he likes to collect all sorts of strange and unusual zombies. He has a ghost-sealing vault in his backyard, which is full of his collection."

Lin Chen listened and then spoke.

"Collecting zombies? That's quite an unusual hobby."

"Special my foot, he's just bored and has nothing better to do." Master Four Eyes wiped his sweat. "But his wife, Wang Hui, is not someone to mess with. That woman is extremely accurate at fortune telling, and she has a terrible temper. Zhuge Kongping doesn't even dare to breathe loudly at home."

"The top Mao in the world went to him probably because he was jealous of his reputation and wanted to cause trouble."

Lin Chen thought to himself that the family-friendly ghost-catching plot had finally come together.

That bronze-armored corpse from Xishuangbanna was able to injure Jia Le so badly, its defensive capabilities must be quite high. It's a good opportunity to test the penetrating force of the Hercules General.

After resting for a while, the two continued on their way.

At noon, we arrived at Dafeng Village in Shatin Town.

Dafeng Village is bustling, with bluestone-paved roads and brick and tile houses on both sides.

The Zhuge family's residence is located at the easternmost end of Dafeng Village. It occupies a large area with high walls and a courtyard, and two stone lions are placed at the entrance.

Master Simu and Lin Chen walked to the gate of the Zhuge family.

The vermilion gate was tightly shut.

A heated argument erupted from inside the door.

"Zhuge Kongping! You coward, if you've got the guts, come out and fight me one-on-one with the world's number one swordsman!"

It was a man's voice, arrogant in tone.

Then came a woman's cursing.

"Who do you think you are, daring to cause trouble in my house! Kong Ping, bring out your Bagua Formation Plate and blast this shameless bastard to death!"

This is Wang Hui's voice.

The sound of metal clashing echoed from the courtyard, mixed with the thud of heavy objects hitting the ground.

Boom!

A muffled thud.

Master Simu gripped the hilt of the sword behind his back with his other hand.

"That bastard is really here."

Master Simu raised his foot and kicked it towards the Zhuge family's gate.

boom.

The door was kicked open, and Master Four Eyes strode in, carrying the Crimson Flame Copper Heavy Sword.

Lin Chen placed his hand on the lightning-struck wooden sword and followed behind.

The yard was a complete mess.

A man in a suit stood in the middle of the courtyard.

It is truly the best Mao in the world.

He was holding a uniquely shaped double-barreled musket, smoke billowing from its muzzle.

Beside the No. 1 Mao in the world stood a bronze-armored corpse nearly two meters tall, dressed in the clothing of a previous dynasty.

The bronze-armored corpse gleamed with a bronze luster, and the fingernails on its ten fingers were over an inch long and jet black.

On the other side of the courtyard.

A plump man in a long robe slumped to the ground, clutching a broken Bagua compass in his hand.

This fat man is Zhuge Kongping.

Standing next to him was a middle-aged woman in a cheongsam, holding a peach wood sword, staring intently at the number one sword in the world.

The noise of the gate being kicked open startled everyone in the yard.

The number one Mao in the world turned his head and looked at the Daoist Four Eyes and Lin Chen who had barged in.

"Who are you two? How dare you ruin my plans, the best of the best!"

Master Simu slammed his fifty-pound Crimson Flame Copper Greatsword into the ground.

"I remain true to my name and surname, the Four-Eyed of Maoshan!"

Master Four Eyes pointed at the nose of the number one Mao in the world and cursed him.

"You blind bastard! You ran wild at my dojo last night and injured my disciple Jiale. Today I'm going to chop you into eight pieces and throw you into the back mountains to feed the wild dogs!"

The number one Mao in the world was stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter.

"So it was that old Taoist priest from that shabby temple."

The number one Mao in the world spoke up with a sarcastic remark.

"Who do we have here? You think you can come and settle scores with me with your paltry skills?"

"You guys were lucky last night. If it weren't for that old monk's meddling, your disciple would have been torn to shreds by my bronze-armored corpse!"

Zhuge Kongping, who was sitting on the ground, took the opportunity to stand up.

"Brother Four Eyes, you've come at the perfect time!" Zhuge Kongping shouted. "This fellow surnamed Mao is going too far! Relying on a bronze-armored corpse from Xishuangbanna and Western firearms, he insists on ruining my reputation!"

Wang Hui glared at Zhuge Kongping.

"Shut up, you useless piece of trash, you're a disgrace!"

Wang Hui turned to look at Master Si Mu.

"Master Four Eyes, this man's firearm is very strange; it's filled with iron shot engraved with runes. Be extremely careful!"

The number one musket in the world raised its hand and aimed it at the Four-Eyed Taoist.

"Old man, since you're so eager to die, I'll send you on your way!"