All kidding aside, Rocks really asked me to be the captain!

Chapter 514 Peak Tournament

Dang~

A clear bell rang out, and the bronze-cornered golden coffin, along with the procession, swayed and staggered its way toward the distant capital.

The bell in Master Qianhe's hand rang out with a clear sound; what he held was the Maoshan Sanqing Bell, passed down by the Taoist priests.

The ringing of the bell can scare away evil spirits, clear one's senses, and prevent one from being tainted by filth.

This is also an essential ritual implement for Taoist priests on their travels, to prevent them from being disturbed by vengeful spirits and ghosts.

"Hurry up, hurry up! If you delay the Emperor's business, you'll all be beheaded!"

In the procession, a flamboyantly dressed eunuch, while pinching pumpkin seeds and clutching a handkerchief, shouted angrily at the soldiers carrying the coffin.

At that moment, a wisp of dark cloud drifted in from the horizon, and Master Qianhe frowned as he looked at the cloud.

He used thick ropes soaked in black dog blood, golden rooster blood, and various cinnabar and other extremely yang substances to bind the coffin tightly.

If it rains right now, the seal will inevitably break, and the royal zombie inside will break free!

The small sunshade they brought was naturally insufficient to shield them from the onslaught of the storm!

"We should be arriving at my senior brother's dojo soon; we need to quicken our pace..."

Master Qianhe pondered and muttered to himself.

"What? You mean you want to stay in your lousy senior brother's dojo for another day? Absolutely not!"

"You know that if you delay the Emperor's business, even 100 heads wouldn't be enough to pay for it!"

The effeminate head guard waved his handkerchief, urging Daoist Qianhe to hurry on his way and not to delay the journey over trivial matters.

However, Master Qianhe, who was well aware of the seriousness of the matter, simply couldn't be bothered to pay any attention to this effeminate man.

The zombie inside the bronze-horned golden coffin is a general of the frontier royal family. He has slaughtered countless people throughout his life, accumulating a vast amount of blood-stained killing intent, and is currently undergoing the process of turning into a zombie!

It has basically already appeared, and it can definitely reach the level of a bronze-armored corpse!

"Adong, go ahead and scout ahead. Find your Uncle Four Eyes and borrow some glutinous rice from him in case of emergency!"

Master Crane patted his disciple, who was carrying a peach wood sword, and gave him instructions.

"Hey! Did you hear what I said? Do you want me to chop your head off?"

The effeminate head guard grabbed Master Qianhe's robe while shouting incessantly.

"Father-in-law, this bronze-cornered golden coffin contains the corpse of Zhuge Liang. If he breaks free, the prince's safety may be at risk. Therefore, please make sure to go in the safest way possible..."

Master Qianhe reasoned with him and appealed to his emotions, and only after securing the safety of the 71st Prince did he finally convince the effeminate man to stop talking.

On the other side, Ah Dong, who had been running ahead, had already arrived at his Uncle Four Eyes's dojo.

"Master, doesn't that look like Uncle Qianhe's disciple, Adong?"

After Ah Dong arrived at Master Simu's dojo, Jia Le, who was reading miscellaneous books inside, reminded Simu, who was arguing with the master.

"Do you think I can't see this? All you do all day is read these lousy books. You'd be better off spending your time learning some Taoist arts from your master!"

Simu shoved aside the master who was chanting sutras over him and gave his new disciple a disdainful look.

I'm inferior to the four great disciples of Qianhe in every way.

They're just like Lin Fengjiao's two apprentices, always trying to confuse people.

"Disciple Adong greets Senior Uncle!"

Ah Dong raised his hands above his head and respectfully bowed to the senior, Simu.

"Hmm, where is your master? He should be here soon, right?"

"Master is right behind us, but he seems to be in a hurry, so he sent me to borrow some glutinous rice from you, Uncle-Master..."

"Borrow glutinous rice? Could it be..."

"Yes, Master Uncle. Master has taken on a big job this time. He needs to transport the corpse of a royal general from the frontier to the capital to await the Emperor's judgment. Master says the general inside has already turned into a zombie and must be suppressed with a copper-cornered, gold-plated coffin..."

"But it's about to rain again, and Master is worried that the formation he set up will fail, so he hurriedly sent me to borrow some glutinous rice, just in case."

Ah Dong told Simu the whole story of how he came here.

"I see. Since it's going to rain, why don't we just rest here at our dojo to avoid any accidents?"

"Four-Eyes Senior Brother~"

"Things have changed. My junior brother needs to head to the capital ahead of schedule, so he won't be staying with you any longer. Just give us some yellow talismans and some glutinous rice."

Before long, Master Qianhe arrived at the temple with his team.

After exchanging a greeting...

Chizuru didn't waste any extra time and directly pointed out that she needed to get on her way as soon as possible.

The reason was simple: Jiang He had originally planned to rest at Senior Brother Simu's dojo and wait out the storm before continuing his journey.

But after finally managing to persuade that effeminate man, some poor little kid from who-knows-where the Emperor was, who called himself the 71st Prince, insisted on being ordered to return to the capital immediately.

Because of the other party's special identity, Chizuru had no choice but to carry out the order.

At this moment, he only hoped that the heavy rain would not bring out the zombie of the frontier royal family, otherwise he would really have a hard time suppressing it.

"Junior brother..."

The four eyes saw the cool, black mist emanating from the golden copper horn, and knew that the zombie inside was definitely not a good one.

But now that he's under someone else's roof, he has no choice but to bow his head. His junior brother is now relying on the remaining dragon energy of the Qing Dynasty for his cultivation.

If we disregard this relationship, he really hoped his junior brother wouldn't take such a huge risk to transport zombies in the rain overnight.

"Jiale, go get a few bags of the best glutinous rice, and some corpse-suppressing talismans."

Jiale could only hurriedly go to the storeroom and find the arranged glutinous rice and some formal clothes that had been painted before, and hand them over to Daoist Qianhe.

The Buddhist master next to her didn't say much, but simply took out a string of prayer beads that he had blessed and consecrated and handed them to Qianhe.

"Alright, alright, grab your things and hurry up and leave. The 71st Prince is already starving and freezing outside. If you don't get back to the capital soon, you'll be in big trouble!"

The effeminate man, leaning on the principal of the 71st and 72nd Divisions, was furious. He was clutching the blue socks and ordered the terracotta warriors to immediately turn around and head towards the capital.

Seeing this, Master Qianhe could only shake his head helplessly, take the glutinous rice, and follow the group.

"Hey, you're saying there's a zombie inside? I'm worried it might be dangerous!"

"Do you need to say that, you bald monk? Anyone with eyes can see that the zombies inside have already gained enough power, they just need a trigger, but these royals are like that, they can't see the bigger picture!"

"If they turn into zombies, they will not only harm others but also themselves. I'm afraid even my junior brother will have a hard time dealing with them!"

"Then...do you need us to come over and help?"

Master Ikkyu asked.

Si Mu hesitated for a moment, then shook his head.

"No need, my junior brother is quite stubborn. He won't let us help him. I hope he'll be alright..."

Looking at the two Qi Gathering Realm cultivators, one Taoist and one Buddhist, below him, Luo Hou was quite moved.

Those Dao Ancestors and Buddhas who once held high positions on the Tianxuan Avenue were all cunning and scheming, wishing they could calculate everything under heaven.

In this other dimension, however, these cultivators who practice Taoism and Buddhism are all upright and righteous.

However, after thinking about it, Luo Hou realized that he himself seemed to be that kind of person as well.

Everything is done with one's own interests first.

As long as it doesn't align with his own interests, Luo Hou doesn't seem to realize that he's meddling in other people's business.

Unless it's an occasional act of great compassion like this, wanting to save people, the one who vanquishes demons and monsters for the sake of all living beings is Master Qianhe.

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