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

Lin Chen did not continue cutting down peach wood, but immediately turned around and walked back.

The fishy stench grew stronger and stronger, even overpowering the freshness of the soil after the rain.

Back at the dojo.

Master Simu was lying in a rocking chair, basking in the sun.

Jiale massaged his legs from the side.

"Master, something's wrong."

Lin Chen strode into the courtyard, his expression solemn.

Master Si Mu closed his eyes, enjoying Jia Le's service.

"What's the big deal? If the sky falls, there are tall people to hold it up."

"Master, there's a strong aura of death on the path behind the mountain, and it's heading this way."

Upon hearing the words "corpse aura," Master Four Eyes suddenly opened his eyes.

He sprang up from the rocking chair, strode to the gate of the yard, and sniffed.

His expression changed.

"Such a heavy aura of malevolence!"

Master Simu frowned and turned to Jiale, calling out.

"Go and bring out my magical artifact!"

The voice just fell.

A clear, crisp sound of a copper bell drifted from the mountain path in the distance.

"Ding-dong! Ding-dong!"

Accompanied by the sound of bells, a group of people slowly came into view.

Leading the way were four burly men dressed in Manchu attire.

They held up large flags, and in the middle was a huge cart pulled by four horses.

On the cart, a coffin made of pure copper was prominently displayed.

The four corners of the coffin were edged with glittering gold.

A bronze-cornered, golden coffin!

The surface of the coffin was covered with a dense network of black ink lines.

It was also covered with yellow talismans for suppressing corpses.

Even so, the suffocating aura still seeped out through the cracks in the coffin.

Beside the coffin walked a middle-aged Taoist priest wearing an apricot-yellow robe.

His face was resolute, and he held a peach wood sword in his hand, constantly alert to his surroundings.

He was none other than Master Si Mu Daoist's junior brother, Master Qian He Daoist.

Following behind the procession was a magnificent sedan chair.

Beside the sedan chair walked a man with delicate, pinky fingers and a thick layer of white powder on his face.

Wu Shilang.

"Junior brother!"

When Master Simu saw Qianhe, he immediately went to greet her.

When Master Qianhe saw Si Mu, a slight smile appeared on his tense face.

"Senior brother!"

The group stopped in the open space in front of the dojo.

Lin Chen stood behind the Four-Eyed Taoist, his gaze fixed on the bronze-cornered golden coffin.

Lin Chen secretly circulated the Maoshan Breathing Technique to resist the invisible pressure.

This thing is definitely not something he can take on one-on-one right now.

"Junior brother, you've made quite a show of force."

Master Four Eyes walked around the bronze-cornered golden coffin, marveling at its magnificence.

"A bronze horn coffin, a black ink net—this coffin probably contains a sentient being, right?"

Master Qianhe sighed.

"Senior brother, you may not know this, but this coffin contains royalty from the frontier."

"Having been tainted by dragon energy, they've turned into zombies, and ordinary spells simply can't suppress them."

"I must escort him to the capital as soon as possible to await the Emperor's judgment."

Master Simu frowned.

"So what if they're royalty? They're a menace if they turn into zombies."

"Take my advice, senior brother, and burn it all down to avoid any unforeseen complications."

Master Qianhe looked troubled.

"Senior brother, this is the rule of the imperial court, there's nothing I can do about it."

Just as the two were talking.

The official in white powder swayed his hips as he walked over.

He covered his nose with a handkerchief and looked at Master Si Mu with disgust.

"Oh dear, Master Qianhe, where did this wild Taoist priest come from in this remote and impoverished place?"

"He smells sour and foul. Hurry up and make him go away, or he'll offend our young master."

Master Simu has always had a fiery temper.

Upon hearing this, his eyes widened, and he was about to explode in anger.

Master Qianhe quickly stopped him.

"Brother, please calm down. Minister Wu is ignorant of etiquette. Don't take it to heart."

He then turned to Minister Wu and said.

"Steward Wu, this is my senior brother, and this is his training ground."

Wu Shilang rolled his eyes.

"I don't care who he is, hurry up and get some glutinous rice, the talisman paper on the coffin is all wet."

Master Qianhe also looked pleading.

"Senior brother, it rained heavily last night, and the ink lines on the coffin have faded a bit."

"I'd like to borrow some glutinous rice to reinforce it."

Although Master Simu disliked Minister Wu, he was still very good to his junior brother.

"Jiale, go to the kitchen and get fifty catties of glutinous rice!"

Jiale responded and quickly ran into the house.

Taking advantage of this moment, Lin Chen walked over to Daoist Qianhe's side.

"Uncle-Master Qianhe, the malevolent energy inside this coffin is almost uncontrollable."

"The ink line on the outside can hold out for a while, but it will definitely break down as soon as it gets a little wet."

Master Qianhe turned to look at Lin Chen.

Seeing that Lin Chen was young but had clear eyes and faint magical energy fluctuations, they noticed that he was young.

"Senior brother, who is this?"

Master Four Eyes immediately became smug.

"This is my newly accepted disciple, Lin Chen."

"Don't underestimate him just because he started learning late; his talent surpasses that of all four of your apprentices combined."

Master Qianhe's four disciples, standing to the east, west, south, and north, all curled their lips in dissatisfaction upon hearing this.

Master Qianhe was somewhat surprised.

He could sense the calm and composed aura emanating from Lin Chen, which was something that ordinary Daoist disciples could not possess.

"Nephew Lin is right."

Master Qianhe looked at the golden coffin with deep worry.

"I just hope it doesn't rain again along the way."

Lin Chen looked up at the sky.

Although the sun is out now, dark clouds are still gathering on the distant mountain peaks.

According to the plot, there will definitely be thunderstorms tonight.

Moreover, the heavenly lightning will strike the golden coffin directly, completely breaking the seal on the royal zombie.

"Uncle-Master, the weather is unpredictable."

Lin Chen lowered his voice.

"Since it can't be burned, why not add seven-star nails to the bottom of the coffin to seal off its earth energy?"

Master Qianhe's eyes lit up.

"Seven-Star Nails? That's a good idea. Why didn't I think of that?"

He patted Lin Chen on the shoulder approvingly.

"Senior brother, your disciple is indeed a promising talent."

Master Simu's tail was practically sticking up to the sky.

Soon, Jiale came running out carrying a bag of glutinous rice.

Master Qianhe took the glutinous rice and instructed his disciples to re-mark the ink lines.

The group did not linger.

After reinforcing the coffin, they continued on their journey.

Lin Chen stood at the door, watching the procession gradually disappear into the distance.

He knew that Master Qianhe's departure was likely to be fraught with danger.

Master Simu patted the dust off his hands.

"Alright, stop looking and get back to work."

Lin Chen turned around and looked at Daoist Simu.

"Master, Uncle Qianhe and the others are probably in big trouble tonight."

Master Simu paused in his steps.

"How so?"

Lin Chen pointed to the dark clouds gathering on the horizon.

"Escorting a bronze-cornered coffin during a thunderstorm is practically like using a lightning rod."

"Once the lightning strikes the coffin, the royal zombie will absorb the power of the lightning and break out of the coffin."

Master Simu's face turned extremely ugly.

Although he is usually unreliable, he is still clear about the common knowledge of Maoshan.

"Jiale!"

Four-Eyes Taoist priest roared.

"Go get my greatsword!"

"Lin Chen, go draw as many talismans as you can!"

"Tonight, we're going to rescue your martial uncle!"

Lin Chen nodded.

That's exactly what I was waiting for.

He turned and went into the study.

Tonight will be the biggest test he has faced since his transmigration.

This is also a perfect opportunity for the system to generate massive rewards.

He must meet that royal zombie.

[Ding! Special daily quest triggered: Battle against the Royal Zombies.]

[Mission Rewards: Determined based on participation in the battle.]

Lin Chen spread out yellow paper and soaked it in cinnabar.

His gaze was more focused than ever before.

Tonight, either the zombie dies, or he takes off.

With swift strokes of the brush, high-level corpse-suppressing talismans took shape on the desk.

War is imminent.