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

The night wind blows across the wilderness.

Master Simu and Lin Chen walked along the dirt road towards Qingshan Town.

When they left Jiuquan Town, the sun was almost setting. The two traveled more than 30 miles in the dark and found an abandoned teahouse by the roadside to rest.

Master Simu leaned against a wooden pillar, took out a water bottle, drank two mouthfuls of cold water, and closed his eyes to rest.

Lin Chen found a clean spot and sat down cross-legged.

As night deepened, the sound of a night watchman's drum could be heard in the distance.

It's midnight.

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

[Slay the Western mutated vampire, destroy the opium, and eliminate the Ye family's thugs.]

[Settlement complete. Gains: Constitution +2, Strength +2, Agility +2, Spirit +2.]

[Triggering a special reward for killing enemies and destroying opium will grant you: Maoshan Five Thunder Talisman (Beginner).]

A warm current appeared out of nowhere and flowed along my limbs.

Lin Chen's four-dimensional attributes improved again, his muscle density increased, his tendons and bones made a soft cracking sound, and his blood and qi were vigorous.

My mind has gained a lot of knowledge about talismans.

The method of drawing the Maoshan Five Thunder Talisman, the route of circulating qi, and the mantra were all engraved in my memory, as if I had practiced it a thousand times.

The Five Thunder Talisman is an authentic thunder magic talisman, specifically designed to counter evil spirits and malevolent energy, and its power is greater than that of the Fiery Talisman.

Lin Chen opened his eyes, took out the Purple Bamboo Brush and the finest cinnabar from his robes, and poured a little rootless water into the inkstone to dissolve it.

Unfold a piece of cut yellow paper, and magic flowed from the tip of the purple bamboo pen.

With a single stroke, blue arcs of electricity crackled across the yellow paper, and the rune was completed in one fluid motion.

As the final stroke was completed, a flash of lightning streaked across the surface of the yellow paper.

"What's that noise?"

Just as Master Simu was dazed, he was blinded by the lightning and sat up with a start, his hand immediately landing on the hilt of his sword.

Lin Chen put the Five Thunder Talisman he had drawn into his pocket.

"It's nothing, I just drew a corpse-suppressing talisman, but I didn't control the magic power well," Lin Chen replied casually.

Master Four Eyes glanced at Lin Chen's sleeve and muttered, "Why are you drawing talismans in the middle of the night? Go to sleep, we still have to travel tomorrow."

After saying that, he leaned against the pillar and continued to sleep.

Lin Chen touched the talisman in his pocket. This Five Thunder Talisman was quite powerful. In the future, when he encountered a tough opponent, he could leave a souvenir for them without having to summon a deity.

The next afternoon, the two finally arrived at the Taoist temple in Qingshan Town.

The courtyard gate was half-closed, and it was quiet inside.

Master Simu pushed open the door, just about to call Jiale out to get the luggage.

The scene in the courtyard made Simu swallow his words.

Jiale sat on a bamboo chair, his right sleeve rolled up.

Jingjing held a porcelain bowl, stirred the black medicine in it with a spoon, blew on it twice, and then brought it to Jiale's lips.

"It's hot, drink it slowly," Jingjing said softly.

Jiale's face turned bright red, his eyes fixed on Jingjing. He swallowed the medicine in one gulp, without even tasting the bitterness.

"It's not hot, it's not hot. Jingjing, the medicine you made is so sweet." Jiale grinned foolishly.

Jingjing took out a handkerchief and wiped the medicine from Jiale's mouth.

Jiale's ears turned bright red. He usually runs faster than a rabbit when fighting a zombie, but now he didn't even know where to put his hands.

Master Simu's face darkened.

My good-for-nothing disciple always slacks off during practice, and now he's completely infatuated with the old monk's female disciple next door.

"Sweet? Want me to add some sugar for you?"

Master Four Eyes slammed the Crimson Flame Copper Greatsword into the ground, leaving a white mark.

Jiale was so frightened that he jumped up from the bamboo chair, which aggravated the wound on his arm, causing him to grimace in pain.

"Master! Junior Brother Lin! You're back!" Jiale stood up and hurriedly pulled down his sleeves.

Jingjing blushed and stepped aside with the medicine bowl in her hand: "Master Simu, Brother Lin."

Lin Chen nodded and glanced at Jia Le's arm.

The corpse poison has been completely removed, and the white fur has also disappeared. However, the new flesh has not fully grown yet, so it seems that Jingjing has been taking good care of it these past few days.

A bald head peeked out from the neighboring courtyard wall.

Master Ikkyu was smiling as he leaned against the wall.

"Amitabha, Brother Dao, you were quite angry on this trip. I think Jiale and Jingjing are doing well. Young people should take care of each other."

Master Four Eyes pointed at Master Ikkyu's nose and began to curse.

"Old monk, shut up! Who told your disciple to come into my courtyard? My Jiale is going to inherit my Maoshan mantle; don't try to trick him with your Buddhist tricks!"

Master Ikkyu wasn't angry; he simply stroked his chin.

"Brother Dao, you are mistaken. I think Jiale is a promising young man. If he is willing to be ordained, I will immediately take him as my last disciple and pass on my mantle to him."

"You dare! I'll chop up your wooden fish!" Master Four Eyes drew his greatsword and was about to climb over the wall.

Jiale ran over and hugged the waist of Master Simu.

"Master, please calm down! Master, please calm down! It was because I had difficulty changing the dressing on my arm that I asked Jingjing for help. Please don't take it to heart!"

Jingjing blushed and ran back to the neighboring yard.

After a while of commotion, Master Simu sat in the grand chair in the main hall and drank tea.

Lin Chen put his luggage away and went to the backyard to check everything.

The glutinous rice array around the courtyard is intact and undamaged.

He walked into the lobby, where Jia Le was massaging Master Simu's shoulders with a smile.

"Has anything happened at the dojo these past few days?" Lin Chen asked.

Jiale shook his head: "It's nothing. Ever since you guys dealt with that number one Mao in the world last time, we haven't seen a single ghost around here. Junior Brother Lin, your skills really suppressed all the evil spirits around here."

Master Simu took a sip of tea and put down the teacup.

"Those wandering ghosts were smart enough to settle that dragon-slaying mess, so we can finally have a few days of peace and quiet."

"Jiale, go kill those two chickens in the backyard. We'll have an extra dish tonight."

"Oh? Master, my hand is still injured." Jiale said with a pained expression.

"Stop talking nonsense! If you dawdle any longer, I'll make you squat for two hours!" Master Four Eyes scolded.

Jiale shrank back and quickly ran to the backyard.

Lin Chen found a chair nearby, sat down, and poured himself a glass of water.

Jiale worked efficiently, spending an hour busy in the kitchen.

Dinner was served on the octagonal table in the main hall.

Jiale was quick and efficient; he stewed two free-range chickens into a large pot of soup and stir-fried two side dishes with dried mushrooms from the autumn.

Master Simu sat in the main seat, picked up a chicken leg, took a big bite, and ate with his mouth full of oil.

"Master, you didn't encounter any trouble on your trip to Jiuquan Town, which was such a long journey, did you?" Jiale poured some liquor for Simu and Lin Chen and asked.

Master Four Eyes snorted but didn't say anything, and reached into his waistband.

A dull thud.

Two large gold bars and a roll of silver coins wrapped in red paper were slapped onto the Eight Immortals table.

Jiale stared at the gold bars with both eyes and swallowed hard.

"Gold...gold bars? Master, are you going to transport corpses or dig up a nouveau riche's grave?"

"Bullshit!" Master Four Eyes cursed.

"This is the money your junior brother earned to calm his nerves! That Mayor Ye of Jiuquan Town colluded with Tu Long to sell narcotics and even brought in a foreign zombie that wasn't afraid of Taoist magic. Your junior brother boiled them all down with his fists and quicklime!"

Master Four Eyes pointed at Lin Chen: "When you can catch up to half of your junior brother's skills, I'll be laughing in my dreams."

Jiale turned to look at Lin Chen, who was eating his rice.

"Junior Brother Lin, just how strong are you now? You can even kill those foreign devils' zombies?"

Lin Chen swallowed the food in his mouth and put down his chopsticks.

"It wasn't that strong. I usually use a bit more force than you when chopping wood. Don't listen to the master's exaggeration. That foreign zombie just ran into it and died."

After eating and drinking his fill, Lin Chen didn't linger in the lobby.

He feels itchy all over if he doesn't do some physical work every day.

Walking into the backyard, Lin Chen picked up the iron axe in the corner and dragged out a few pieces of miscellaneous wood from the woodpile.

boom! boom! boom!

The only sound in the backyard was the dull thud of an axe splitting solid wood.