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

In the study.

Lin Chen's wrist hovered in the air, and the wolf-hair brush moved quickly across the yellow paper.

The vermilion lines were drawn in one continuous stroke.

Without the slightest pause.

As the last stroke was completed, a faint halo of light flashed across the surface of the yellow paper.

[Ding! Daily talisman drawing in progress.]

Current progress: 50/100.

Lin Chen put the drawn corpse-suppressing talisman aside and casually pulled out a new piece of yellow paper.

The magical power within his body was being rapidly depleted as he continued to draw talismans.

Fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

It didn't stop.

At the dantian, the Maoshan Breathing Technique automatically activated.

The thin spiritual energy in the surrounding air entered the body through the nasal cavity and transformed into wisps of new magical power.

This process of constantly consuming and replenishing allowed Lin Chen to refine his control over his magical power.

I used to need to rest after drawing five talismans.

I've drawn ten in a row now, but my wrists are starting to ache.

"Faster."

Lin Chen was completely focused.

It was completely dark outside.

A strong wind howled, making the paper windows rattle loudly.

A harsh scraping sound came from the lobby.

"Crunch! Crunch!"

Master Simu was squatting in front of the whetstone.

He held a large bronze sword in his hand and vigorously polished it back and forth.

This sword is wide and thick, and Master Simu usually keeps it under his bed like a treasure.

He only uses this when he encounters a truly difficult and challenging opponent.

Jiale was pacing anxiously to the side.

"Master, how much glutinous rice should we bring? Is half a bag enough?"

"Bring me half a bag of shit! Bring the whole thing!" Master Four Eyes said without even looking up.

"Put my Bagua mirror, ink line, and that bundle of red rope all into the cloth bag!"

Jiale hurriedly stuffed things into the cloth bag.

Just then, the door was pushed open.

Master Ikkyu walked in wearing a gray monk's robe and holding a string of prayer beads in his hand.

He glanced at the fully armed Taoist priest with four eyes, and then at the magical artifacts scattered all over the ground.

"Brother Four Eyes, sharpening your knives so late at night, where are you going to make your fortune?" Master Ikkyu asked with a smile.

Master Simu stopped what he was doing and scratched the blade with his thumb.

"Are you going to your death or not?"

Master Ikkyu stopped smiling.

He knew Si Mu's temperament; although he usually liked to joke, this expression meant something serious had definitely happened.

"What happened?"

"The bronze-horned golden coffin that Junior Brother Qianhe was escorting contained the zombies of the frontier royal family."

Master Simu stood up and sheathed the bronze sword in the scabbard on his back.

"In this kind of damned weather, once the lightning strikes the golden coffin, that beast will absorb the power of the lightning, and even a god would have a hard time stopping it."

Master Ikkyu's expression changed.

Copper horns and a golden coffin; the corpse of royalty.

These two words together represent extreme danger.

"Amitabha." Master Ikkyu put his hands together in prayer.

"It is our Buddhist duty to vanquish demons and monsters. I will go and fetch the Vajra Pestle and come right away."

After saying that, Master Ikkyu turned around and ran out, his pace more than twice as fast as usual.

In the study.

Lin Chen finished the last stroke.

"Buzz!"

The moment the corpse-suppressing talisman was finished, a faint golden-red light appeared on its surface.

The light lasted for two breaths before disappearing into the paper.

[Ding! Daily progress of drawing talismans: 100/100, completed!]

[Congratulations, host, your understanding of talismans has deepened.]

[The proficiency level of the Corpse-Suppressing Talisman has been increased to: Proficient!]

Lin Chen let out a long breath and put down his brush.

A skilled level corpse-suppressing talisman.

Not only has the success rate of drawing talismans increased, but their power has also increased significantly compared to the beginner level.

He collected all the dozens of corpse-suppressing talismans he had drawn on the table, stuffing a thick stack into his pocket.

He turned and walked out of the study.

Inside the main hall, Master Simu had already put on a straw raincoat and a bamboo hat.

Jiale was also carrying a bulging cloth bag on his back, holding a peach wood sword in his hand, and his legs were trembling slightly.

"Master, it's ready." Lin Chen stepped forward.

Master Four Eyes glanced at Lin Chen and tossed him a raincoat.

"Put it on, stick close to me tonight, and don't try to be brave."

"That royal zombie is far superior to the mandrill you dealt with last night. If it breaks through the coffin, even I will have a hard time dealing with it."

Lin Chen took the raincoat, put it on, and nodded.

He knew what was going on.

The system's task was to participate in battles, not to engage in one-on-one combat.

The wisest choice is to provide support, provide assistance, and look for opportunities to reap the benefits.

"Boom!"

Lightning flashed across the night sky, illuminating the temple grounds.

Immediately afterwards, a thunderclap exploded overhead, and a torrential downpour began.

Large raindrops pounded on the roof, making a dense sound.

Master Ikkyu, carrying a gleaming golden vajra, rushed into the courtyard.

"Walk!"

With a shout, Daoist Si Mu rushed into the rainy night.

Lin Chen followed closely behind.

Jiale gritted his teeth, closed his eyes, and followed.

The four of them trudged along the muddy mountain path, braving the wind and rain, and ran wildly in the direction where Master Qianhe had left.

Visibility in the mountains and forests is extremely low.

Everywhere there were broken branches and muddy water.

Lin Chen activated the Maoshan Breathing Technique, concentrating his magical power in his legs.

My steps became much lighter.

Even in such terrible road conditions, he could steadily follow behind Master Simu.

Master Simu glanced back.

Seeing that Lin Chen's face was not red and his breathing was not out of breath, and that his steps were steady, they were even more surprised.

This kid is not only strong, but his internal energy is also so long.

He's practically a born cultivator.

"Hurry up! Hurry up!" Master Four Eyes urged.

The unease in my heart grew stronger and stronger.

On stormy days like this, the rainwater will wash away the cinnabar and ink lines, which will be troublesome.

We crossed two hills.

A jumble of shouts could be faintly heard coming from the woods ahead.

Accompanied by terrified screams and the neighing of horses.

"Something's happened!"

Master Four Eyes' expression changed drastically. He drew the bronze sword from his back and rushed forward at a faster pace.

Lin Chen touched the corpse-suppressing talisman in his pocket and quickly followed.

The camp ahead was in complete chaos.

The strong winds and torrential rain caused the makeshift tent used to shelter the coffin to be blown about.

Four Manchu guards clung to the tent ropes, their feet slipping and sliding in the mud.

"Push harder! Don't let the tent fly away!" Master Qianhe shouted from the rain.

He was soaked to the bone, holding a peach wood sword in his hand, his eyes fixed on the bronze-cornered golden coffin.

The thing I feared most still happened.

A gust of wind swept by, and the entire tent was blown into the air, while torrential rain pelted the bronze-cornered golden coffin without any obstruction.

The ink lines wrapped around the surface of the coffin were dissolved by the rain.

Black ink flowed down the texture of the bronze coffin, staining the ground black.

"Oh no! The ink line has turned to fumes!"

Master Qianhe's eyes turned red with anxiety.

The link he was most worried about had broken, and he yelled at his four apprentices.

"East, west, south, north! Bring me a rope!"

The four apprentices quickly rummaged through their bags and pulled out thick hemp ropes soaked in black dog blood, preparing to re-tie the coffin.

Just then.

A sharp cry came from the sedan chair next to him.

"Oh my goodness! What a shabby tent! The little prince is soaked!"

Wu Shilang was holding a handkerchief and hurriedly wiping the face of a little boy wearing a yellow jacket.

"Master Qianhe, are you even capable? Quickly find somewhere to take shelter from the rain!"

Master Qianhe had no time to pay him any attention.

He snatched the rope from his apprentice's hand and was about to put it on the coffin.

Sudden.

"Thump!"

A deep, muffled thud came from inside the coffin.

The sound was so loud that even the thunder and rain couldn't drown it out.

The four Manchu guards were so frightened that they released their grip and retreated repeatedly.

"Thump! Thump! Thump!"

The impacts grew more frequent, and the entire bronze-cornered golden coffin began to shake violently.

The talismans used to suppress the corpses were soaked by the rain and lost their power, falling off one by one.

"Everyone back off!"

Master Qianhe pushed his four disciples aside, bit his middle finger, smeared his blood on the peach wood sword, and stared at the coffin.