Taoist priest Qianhe is worthy of being praised as the pioneer of the Taoist altar by Taoist priest four eyes. The character of Maoshan general is the death line, which makes pan Haodong think of the stem summarized by some netizens.
"After the war, I''ll go home and get married."（ Can''t go back)
"After this, I''ll wash my hands of the golden basin."（ (must die)
"I lied all my life and lied to countless people, but today I decided to tell the truth once."（ (you''ll die if you finish)
"Captain, it looks safe here."（ (must die)
“……”
There are many similar words.
Among them, Taoist priest Qianhe just said that the greater the ability, the greater the responsibility.
Thinking that martial uncle Qianhe would die at the hands of Royal zombies in the evening, pan Haodong had a wonderful expression on his face.
Taoist priest Qianhe thought his nephew was meditating. He smiled happily and said to Taoist priest four eyes, "senior brother, I''ve run out of glutinous rice. I want to ask you some points."
"Jiale, give the glutinous rice to martial uncle."
"Oh ~ ~"
Jiale ran back.
At this time, Taoist priest four eyes went to the coffin escorted by several officers and soldiers, looked at it and said, "the copper horn gold coffin is wrapped with an ink bucket net. Is it...?"
The thousand crane Taoist priest replied, "yes, it''s a zombie."
The Taoist priest with four eyes wondered, "then why don''t you burn it?"
"Hey..."
The thousand crane way sighed and explained, "this zombie is a royal family in the frontier. We can''t burn it. We have to transport it to Beijing and wait for the emperor to fall."
The Qing Dynasty is dead.
But the skinny camels were bigger than horses. In order to appease the survivors of the Manchu and Qing Dynasties, the president did not ruthlessly destroy the royal family, but chose to support them in the Forbidden City.
The government of the Republic of China allocated 4 million yuan to the last emperor every year.
Previously, the royal family living in the frontier retained a lot of power in the local area. The new government chose to be kind to the last emperor and his relatives and relatives in order to ensure the stability of the frontier.
Therefore, many people are loyal to them.
Of course, the number is not large.
If you want to be the same as before, you can''t call the wind and rain. The status of Royal relatives and relatives has declined sharply in the local area, that is, a well-known family.
However, no matter how quickly the status of Royal relatives and relatives drops, it also needs a certain process.
Therefore, pan Haodong can see the slightly absurd scene in front of him.
"Taoist priest Qianhe, why don''t you tear down the tent and let the observer absorb more sunlight and reduce the corpse gas?"
Master Yixiu''s suggestion brightened the eyes of Taoist priest Qianhe. He quickly turned and said, "southeast, northwest, dismantle the tent quickly."
"Wait ~ ~"
Pan Haodong quickly interrupted: "martial uncle, the tent is easy to dismantle and slow to install. This area is windy and rainy. There is no tent to shelter the wind and rain. The ink bucket line is easy to melt."
"Younger martial brother, martial nephew is right. The weather is not very good today. There will be heavy rain in the evening. Don''t dismantle the tent."
What Taoist priest Si Mu likes to do most is to refute master Yixiu. What''s more, what martial nephew said is reasonable. Naturally, he has to stand up and stop junior brother from doing stupid things.
Taoist priest Qianhe smiled awkwardly: "then don''t dismantle it."
Master Yixiu also had some problems. His face was very embarrassed. He only wanted to reduce the corpse gas and ignored other aspects. If the ink bucket line was rained because of his suggestions, it would be a great sin.
"Martial uncle, glutinous rice."
Jiale brought a small bag of glutinous rice.
Taoist priest Qianhe took the glutinous rice and said to Taoist priest four eyes, "senior brother, thank you."
"You''re welcome. I hope you don''t need this bag of glutinous rice. "
"Hey, hey..."
The sissy beside the little prince shouted, "it''s time to start. I still say so much!"
"Elder martial brother, farewell."
"Take care, master."
"Martial nephew, don''t neglect cultivation. The future of Maoshan depends on you."
After saying goodbye one by one, Taoist priest Qianhe led four disciples from the southeast and northwest to leave.
Not long after the party left.
There was a thunder in the sky. Master Yixiu quickly said, "nephew pan Xian, it''s good to have you, or I''ll make a mistake."
"Master, people are not saints, who can make mistakes. Don''t take this matter to heart."
No one will care about careless loss.
Even if the four eyes who like to quarrel for a while don''t make fun of each other, they are just worried about looking at the younger martial brother who is getting farther and farther away.
At this time, Qingqing went to pan Haodong with a basket on her back and asked, "brother, I want to go up the mountain to collect some herbs. Can you go with me?"
"Xiaobai, you accompany Qingqing into the mountain."
"What about you?" × two
Pan Haodong rubbed Xiaobai''s head and said to her and Qingqing, "I have an ominous feeling in my heart. I always think something might happen to martial uncle. I''m going to have a look with him."
"Oh ~ ~ go early and return early. Sister Qingqing and I are waiting for you at home."
Xiaobai doesn''t worry about her brother''s safety at all. Holding Qingqing''s arm, she goes to the mountain.
The Taoist priest with four eyes who had not left said: "martial nephew, do you really have a bad feeling?"
"Hmm ~ ~"
Pan Haodong nodded.
Master Yixiu immediately said, "in that case, I''ll go with you!"
"You can''t do it with your bare hands. Go back and get the guy."
“……”
At seven in the evening, it rained heavily.
The corpse transport team entering the high forest is racing against time to set up a tent in the forest. The rain has already soaked everyone, including the little prince sitting in the sedan chair.
It''s raining and windy.
The canopy on the sedan chair can''t stop the wind and rain at all.
The tent on the golden coffin can only block part of the rain. The ink bucket net has melted under the washing of the rain. Taoist Qianhe is worried: "East, West, North and south, come and stand side by side to block the rain."
"Yes."
The four disciples quickly stepped forward and stood side by side in a line to withstand the wind and rain with their flesh.
Unfortunately, it''s too late.
Click!
A thunderbolt hit the tent and rolled around in the southeast and northwest. Taoist priest Qianhe was also surprised.
Answer answer answer~~
The rain fell madly on the coffin, and the ink bucket line mixed with dog blood and cinnabar melted rapidly in the rainstorm.
"Southeast, northwest, prepare the rope."
If the ink bucket net loses its efficacy, the zombies will soon come out of the cage. Taoist priest Qianhe can think of a way. He can only trap the coffin with a rope and drag it for a period of time, and then send someone to ask his senior brother and nephew to help trap or kill the Royal Zombies together.
The southeast and northwest are not Qiusheng and Wencai who like to play and often miss things. They quickly took out a two finger thick rope and tied it on the coffin.
Then, two people stood on one side and pulled the rope from left to right.
Creak, creak
With the harsh sound, the coffin began to shake. The four people in the southeast and northwest quickly pulled the rope with sucking force.
Not far away, master Yixiu said eagerly, "four eyes, the zombie is coming out of the cage right away. Let''s do it like this?"
The four eyes waved their hands and pretended to be calm: "don''t worry. Wait until the zombies come out of the cage. Don''t let those Manchu veterans know the power of zombies. They won''t agree with us to subdue and burn zombies."
Pan Haodong followed and said, "master, my martial uncle is right. We have to let them know the power before we can let go..."