At around 3 o'clock in the afternoon, Bulma and others came back from playing. After having a meal, Mao Xiaoxiang told Taoist Simu about the zombies. He did not mention the mission, but pointed to the golden coffin transported by Taoist Qianhe. Problems will arise.
"Brother Taoist means that the zombies in the golden coffin will break out of the coffin," Taoist Master Four Eyes said with a slight frown.
"Exactly" Mao Xiaofang nodded.
Master Yixiu on the side said: "As long as Mo Dou Xian is there, the zombies can't get out of the coffin. Has Mo Dou Xian been destroyed by someone?"
"It's very possible." Mao Xiaofang nodded. Judging from the mission situation, the only way for the zombies to come out of the coffin was to destroy the ink fountain.
The others listened silently, while Taoist Master Four Eyes was deep in thought. Ever since Taoist Master Qianhe appeared, he had always felt that something bad would happen, and was always worried about the zombies in the golden coffin breaking into the coffin.
If it were an ordinary zombie, Taoist Master Four Eyes would not be worried at all. However, the zombie in the golden coffin was extraordinary, and he could vaguely sense a terrifying aura.
Taoist Priest Four Eyes glanced at everyone, looked at Jia Le and said, "Jia Le, pack your things. This time we are going on a long trip and will accompany your uncle to the capital."
"Haole" Jiale was of course very happy when he heard that he could go out, and ran to pack his luggage.
After Jiale left, Taoist Priest Simu looked at Mao Xiaofang and said, "Brother Mao, after hearing what you said, I thought about it and decided to accompany my junior brother to Beijing to protect him."
"Brother Simu Taoist, I happen to be going to Beijing too, why don't we go together?"
Mao Xiaofang looked calm and felt happy in his heart. He was planning to follow Taoist Qianhe so that whenever the zombies came out, he could eliminate them in one fell swoop.
"That's great. With Taoist Brother Mao accompanying us, we don't have to worry about being hungry during the trip," Taoist Master Four Eyes said with a smile.
"..." Everyone.
Master Yixiu on the side rolled his eyes and stepped forward and said: "Brother Dao, how about I accompany you to Beijing as well?"
"What are you going to do?" Taoist Master Simu looked cold.
"Amitabha, the poor monk is a little worried about Master Qianhe."
Master Yixiu said seriously.
"I see you want to eat mapo tofu, rainbow porridge, and sour plum fried rice..."
Taoist Priest Simu sneered.
"Brother Taoist, I'm afraid I've misunderstood. I'm really worried about Taoist Master Qianhe."
Master Yixiu said without changing his expression.
"Humph, you know best"
Taoist Priest Simu snorted coldly.
Listening to the conversation between the two, Bulma, Li Changge, and Nalan Yanran covered their mouths and laughed secretly. They felt that the two of them were very interesting, like a pair of happy enemies.
"Brother Dao, it's settled."
Master Yixiu didn't wait for Taoist Priest Four's reply, then looked at Qingqing and said: "Qingqing, hurry up and pack your luggage."
"Okay" Qingqing responded and turned back to the house next door.
Seeing this, Taoist Master Four Eyes curled his lips, shook his sleeves, and turned back to the house to pack his things.
For Taoist Master Four Eyes, Taoist Master Qianhe is his junior brother and the one with whom he has a good relationship among his junior brothers, so he doesn't want anything to happen to Taoist Master Qianhe.
In addition to Mao Xiaofang's words, part of the reason was that he had a bad premonition in his heart.
Master Yixiu also returned to the house to pack his luggage. Seeing that everyone had left, Mao Xiaofang looked at Bulma and said, "Bulma, we will fly after him later."
"How do you explain the plane?" Boomer asked.
"Wait like this...be like this later." Mao Xiaofang smiled mysteriously.
After hearing this, Bulma's eyes lit up and he couldn't help but smile. This method is really good.
.....
Half an hour later, Taoist Master Four Eyes and Jiale packed their luggage and walked out. Master Yixiu and Qingqing from the next room also came over with their luggage.
Seeing that everyone had arrived, Mao Xiaofang said, "Brother Simu Taoist, our sect has a mount that can travel thousands of miles in a day."
"Mount?" Taoist Priest Simu was slightly startled. He had not seen a mount appear from yesterday to today.
"I wonder where Brother Mao's mount is. Can so many of us ride on it?"
Master Ikkyu asked.
"Bulma" Mao Xiaofang looked at Bulma and said.
"Everyone, follow me"
Bulma took the lead out of the hall and came to the open space outside. Then he turned back and said, "Watch out, I'm going to summon the mount."
"Summoning?" Master Yixiu, Taoist Priest Simu, Qingqing, and Jiale looked confused.
"Lin, soldiers, fights, all, formation, row, advance, march..."
Bulma put his hands together and waved gestures in a pretentious manner. The four-eyed Taoist priest on the side was stunned. This was the nine-character mantra of Taoism. However, when did the nine-character mantra become a summoning mount, why didn't he know.
"Call a plane..."
After Bulma shouted the nine-character mantra, he pushed his hands forward, and a universal capsule came out of the space bag.
With a bang, a large helicopter appeared.
"..." Taoist Priest Simu and Master Yixiu were dumbfounded, while Qingqing and Jiale were stunned.
"Ahem..."
Seeing this, Mao Xiaofang coughed twice, glanced at the four people, and said seriously: "This is the secret technique in this sect, one of the nine-character mantra, the Great Summoning Technique."
"Is there such a secret technique in the Nine-Character Mantra?" Taoist Master Simu looked shocked. He had never heard of the great summoning technique in the Nine-Character Mantra.
"Of course, it is one of our secret arts. Come on, everyone," Mao Xiaofang said with a smile.
Bulma entered the helicopter first and walked to the driver's seat, while the others got on the helicopter one after another.
After everyone boarded the plane, Bulma started the helicopter, flew up, and headed towards the road where Taoist priest Qianhe was.
Seeing the plane take off, Taoist Master Shimu and Master Ikkyu walked to the window with shocked faces, looked at the scenery outside, and then turned back and said:
"Brother Mao Dao, if I hadn't gotten to know you this day, I wouldn't have dared to ride on your mount. The secret skills in your sect are so powerful."
Hearing this, Mao Xiaofang laughed dryly: "Brother Simu Dao, I don't mean any harm, and you don't have to worry too much."
"I can guarantee this. Taoist brother Mao has a righteous face and does not look like a bad person. Moreover, the aura of a Taoist practitioner in him belongs to the righteous people."
Master Yixiu said with a smile.
"Hmph, who do you want to talk too much?" Taoist Master Simu snorted coldly, and then said: "I know much more about Brother Mao's character than you do. He is the person I brought back."
"Hey, hey, it's so fun to fly again." Shi Hao smiled and looked at the scenery outside the window.
"Qingqing, look, the ground has become a lot smaller."
Looking at the scene on the ground, Jiale was very excited and pulled Qingqing to watch together. Master Yixiu and Taoist Master Simu also looked out the window with curiosity.
The sky gradually dimmed, and soon became pitch black. The plane drove for half an hour, and after searching for a while, they finally found Taoist priest Qianhe and his party in a woods.
It just so happened.
Boom!
There was a thunder, and then the thunder rolled continuously, and a strong wind began to blow between the sky and the earth.
Seeing this, Bulma looked down, found a place to land, drove the plane down, and landed on the ground.
Inside the plane, Master Simu listened to the thunder outside the window, frowned slightly and said, "I'm afraid it will rain heavily."
As soon as he finished speaking, the sound of rain fell, and a heavy downpour began in the sky. Accompanied by bursts of thunder, the rain became heavier and heavier.
Looking at the heavy rain outside the window, Mao Xiaofang looked confused. He said in the afternoon that unless it rained heavily, zombies would be able to break open the ink fountain and jump out of the golden coffin.
His meow is so smart...
"It's over, something bad happened. The golden coffin transported by Taoist Master Qianhe, the layer of sunshade cloth was removed at my request. Now I'm afraid that the ink bucket has been soaked by the rain, and the power to suppress the zombies has completely disappeared."
Master Yixiu's expression changed again and again. The ink bucket soaked in the blood of chickens and dogs was a tool to suppress zombies. Its weakness was that it turned into nothing when exposed to water and had no effect at all.
After hearing Master Yixiu's words, Taoist Priest Simu's expression changed and he said: "Buma, open the door, Jia Le, give me the guy."
Bulma clicked the button, the cabin door opened, and Jiale took out the Taomu Sword and Bagua Mirror and handed them to Taoist Priest Four Eyes.
"I'm leaving first." Taoist Master Simu took the things and rushed out.
Master Yixiu and Mao Xiaofang looked at each other, and the two followed closely, braving the heavy rain and headed towards Taoist Master Qianhe.
...
Wow!
The heavy rain was pouring down, and in the woods not far from the plane, the team of Taoist Master Qianhe stopped here. The heavy rain became heavier and heavier, and soon the entire team was soaked.
"Bang" "Bang" "Bang"
A few people cut down a clearing and started nailing wooden stakes to build a tent!
"Oh, hurry up, why are you so slow? If Brother No. 71 gets caught in the rain and catches a cold, you are all guilty, and the sin is unpardonable."
With his coquettish drake voice, the black steward fiddled with the orchid fingers of his handkerchief and said angrily to a group of people setting up tents.
Urged by Manager Wu, the people setting up the tent sped up a little faster. Taoist priest Qianhe on the side also glanced at the people setting up the tent anxiously, then turned and walked towards the coffin.
"Master, it's not good, the ink lines are a little blurred."
One of the disciples said, with a hint of worry in his tone.
Taoist Master Qianhe's expression suddenly changed when he heard this. The ink net was stained with the blood of chickens and dogs, and was specially used to suppress zombies. Once the ink line melted away, this suppressive power would undoubtedly weaken.
He immediately walked quickly to the golden coffin and stretched his hand under the ink fountain line. Mixed with rain, his hand was filled with some dark brown liquid. Sure enough, the chicken and dog blood on the entire ink fountain line had begun to melt under the heavy brush of rain.
It’s over! Something big happened.
Taoist Priest Qianhe secretly thought in his heart, and his face became a little ugly.
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