Chapter 115 Killing with Righteousness

"Master Simu, it's almost dawn, why haven't we come to your house yet?"

Cheng Long raised his hand to look at his watch. It was five o'clock in the morning and the sky was slightly bright. Combined with the temperature being very comfortable for wearing long sleeves at night, it can be basically concluded that it was the season between spring and summer here.

Because in autumn and winter, it usually starts to get light at six in the morning and gets fully bright at seven in the morning.

"It's almost there. We'll be there in another hour."

While walking and chatting with Taoist Simu, Cheng Long found out a lot of information. It was the Beiyang warlord period outside and Yuan Shikai was in power.

The Qing Dynasty has fallen.

As for the frontier royal family that appears in the movie, they are actually the remnants of the late Qing Dynasty. They are rich but powerless. Well, it cannot be said that they are completely powerless, but they have lost the power to rule the country. But in this era, as long as you have money, you can still gather power and live a life superior to others.

Since Cheng Long has come to this world full of opportunities, he naturally cannot just kill a few zombies or a few goblins and go back. He has to find a way to get more benefits.

But that is a matter for the future. His current goal is to hunt down the royal zombies.

Looking at the entire plot of the movie Uncle Zombie, the transformation of the royal zombies has a lot of human factors in it. The thunderstorm that happened when the corpse-driving team arrived at Gaoshulin was a bit too coincidental.

"Most likely the royal family is still ruthless and wants to cultivate a corpse king to restore the Qing Dynasty."

Cheng Long pondered over it secretly, and the more he thought about it, the more he felt that something was odd. The royal zombies had been baptized by thunder and lightning, and their bodies were mutated into bronze skin and iron bones when they were born, which was very rare.

He had just asked Simu some questions intentionally or unintentionally, and learned that the naturally formed hairy zombies required extremely harsh conditions, and it was rare for one to be born in a hundred years.

The flying zombie, which is above the hairy zombie, is even rarer in the world and can only be seen once in a thousand years.

Once the flying zombie is born, there will be a great disaster.

The hairy zombies are not a big problem. Among the Three Mountains Talismans, Taoism and Buddhism sects, there are many senior masters who can deal with them.

The more common zombies in the world today are purple zombies, white zombies, black zombies and green zombies. Their formation method is also simple. They continue to breathe after death. If they are buried in a dark place, they will soon grow purple hair and transform into zombies.

About two hours later.

The scorching sun began to bake the earth. Simu, who calculated the time accurately, trudged all the way and finally arrived at the door of the house with a group of customers.

"Jia Le Jia Le..."

Perhaps because there was a customer present, Simu walked to the door and called out a few times, only to find that his disciple Jiale was sleeping soundly on a bamboo chair. He did not have any ridiculous idea of ​​controlling the customer to punish him.

He went up and started to give Jiale a big fight, slapping him hard to wake him up.

"Master, you're back!"

Jiale rubbed the back of his head which was aching, with a very depressed expression. He had finally gained Jingjing's forgiveness in his dream, and was just thinking of striking while the iron was hot to have a taste of her beauty, but he was ruthlessly interrupted by his master.

He has never tasted a woman's mouth in his life!

"You little brat, I told you to guard the door, but you're just dreaming." Simu glared at Jiale unhappily and ordered, "Don't you see the guests are outside? Go and pour tea and water for them."

"Oh~~"

Jiale, who had a mushroom-shaped haircut, walked up to Cheng Long with a droopy face and said sullenly, "Hello, my name is Jiale, and I am Master's disciple. Please sit inside, and I will bring you some tea in a moment."

"Thank you." Cheng Long nodded.

"Aaron, why are you being so polite to him? My apprentice has average talent, and now he has even learned to be lazy. If he had even one tenth of your magic power, I would wake up laughing in my dreams."

Taoist Simu was right. Jiale had a good talent for martial arts, and he could practice the health-preserving boxing and Tiangang steps very well. However, his aptitude for cultivation was extremely poor. He had been practicing since he was a child, but he had not achieved anything.

Unlike Cheng Long, who has tremendous magical power at a young age. Although he cannot sense the other party's specific realm, it is definitely several realms higher than him.

The levels of cultivation in the zombie world adopt four levels: refining essence into Qi, refining Qi into spirit, refining spirit into emptiness, and refining emptiness into the Dao.

They can be referred to as the four realms of refining essence, refining qi, transforming spirit, and returning to emptiness. Each realm is divided into four small realms: early, middle, late, and perfect.

It is very different from Cheng Long's realm division.

Based on the magic power of the ninth level of Qi training in his Dantian, compared with the magic power of the middle stage of Qi training in the four-eyed Dantian, he is at least a magician in the late stage of Qi training here.

But it is most likely the state of perfect Qi training.

Because nine is the extreme number, there is no such thing as the tenth level of perfection or the eleventh level of breaking the limit in the Qi training stage of the Killing Art.

When the water is full, it will overflow. When one’s cultivation reaches a certain level, one will naturally enter the next level.

"Master Simu, everyone has different experiences. I am quite special. If I were to compare myself with you, I'm afraid none of the new generation of disciples in Maoshan would be able to stand up to the standard."

Cheng Long smiled and joked.

At the same time, he looked around the layout of the room. The living room was very large. It looked inconspicuous at first glance, but it was very informative upon closer inspection. Opposite the door to the living room was an altar with a copper coin sword on it and a portrait of the ancestor hung in the center.

Cheng Long stared at it for a while, and when he saw that the portrait did not move, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

After all, he was a demon cultivator, and he felt somewhat uneasy about rashly running into the Taoist temple of Maoshan disciples.

"You are not modest at all, but my words are true. Not to mention the new generation, even the outstanding people of my generation and even the previous generation are far inferior to you at this age."

"I'm wondering, for a disciple as outstanding as you, why would your master tell you not to reveal his name to the outside world? If we had a disciple like you, we would want to let everyone in the world know..."

Taoist Simu really couldn't figure it out, and even considered that Cheng Long's master might be an abandoned disciple of a certain sect, and was afraid that he would be implicated if he privately taught the Taoist methods of his sect to outsiders.

But on second thought, it doesn’t make sense.

What's wrong with abandoned disciples? If abandoned disciples teach talented disciples, they can still return to the sect and gain the favor of the founder.

If he was really a heinous person, he would have been punished according to the sect rules and beaten to a pulp. "Master, have some tea, big brother, have some tea..."

While the two were chatting, Jiale came to the table with a pot of hot water, washed two cups, and poured a cup of tea for each of them.

"What do you mean by big brother? Call me senior..."

Taoist Simu had a stern face and was about to correct him when Cheng Long waved his hand and interrupted him, "No, let him call me Brother Long!"

“Brother Long, I cooked some sweet potato porridge and will bring it to you right away.” Jiale breathed a sigh of relief. He was still very reluctant to call his peer a senior.

"Weren't you sleeping? When did you cook the porridge?"

"Do you really think I sleep until noon? I got up before five to do morning exercises, and then went to make porridge. After I was done, I went back to the living room to rest..."

Jiale took the opportunity to express his grievances, but Taoist Simu didn't care. He scolded him with a stern face: "What's the point of getting up before five o'clock to do morning lessons? Your cultivation is still stuck in the middle stage of refining essence. If you are stupid, you should learn more, practice more, and work harder. Otherwise, how long will it take for you to become a master?"

Disciples in the Essence Refining Stage are collectively called Taoist children in Maoshan. Only when they have cultivated to the Qi Refining Stage can they go down the mountain to gain experience, just like Simu, Jiushu, Qianhe and others.

This is what is called going out on a mission.

“Master, I also want to learn more and practice more, but after meditating for a long time, I always fall asleep. There is nothing I can do about it!” Jiale put on a bitter face. He understood the principle of the early bird catches the worm, but practicing Taoism is different from practicing martial arts. Comprehension is more important than diligence.

Once you realize the truth and see your true self, the shackles of the past will be like clouds and smoke.

When you fully understand it, your cultivation will naturally improve.

Cheng Long smiled and tried to smooth things over; "Master Simu, I think Jia Le is right. Practicing Taoism also requires a balance between work and rest. It's better to be lazy occasionally and not be so petty."

"I'm not being petty, I'm just disappointed that you can't make me become as good as you are!"

"..."

Jiale walked into the kitchen sullenly, brought the bowls and chopsticks, then seemed to remember something and said hurriedly: "Master, the master next door is back, I'll call them over to drink porridge together."

Without waiting for his master to reply, Jiale turned around and ran out of the house. Cheng Long looked outside curiously and saw a monk in white walking into the fenced yard with the help of a young girl.

"Jingjing, played by Ah Zhen, is so beautiful that nothing can describe it."

Cheng Long sighed to himself.

If it weren't for the fact that the old monk accepted Jingjing as his disciple and had the intention of bringing Jiale together, the breast-grabbing incident would have happened again by coincidence when the two met yesterday.

He might launch an offensive against Jingjing.

Now?

just forget it.

There are only two families within a few hundred miles. If I seduce Jingjing away, it will take a long time for Jiale, this silly boy, to find a wife.

On the other hand, he has a natural familiarity with Jingjing's figure and there is no secret about it, so he is not that obsessed. If he really misses the taste of peaches, there are plenty of opportunities to return to the world of Hong Kong variety shows.

Uncle Piao's daughter, Mi Tao herself, Fang Ting, Li Qian'er, Bo Zi...

"Master, you've come at the right time. My master is back and has brought a new friend with him. I'd like to introduce him to you."

"I saw him. He is very handsome. He has the same style as me in my youth."

Master Ikkyu is an old monk who can take a joke and has a very good personality. He deserves the title of "Master" and is much better than Fahai in The Legend of the White Snake.

"My name is Cheng Long, nice to meet you, Master."

Cheng Long took the initiative to walk out of the room and clasped his hands together in front of the master.

"Look at your surging magical power and your aura of peace and harmony. I wonder which senior's disciple you are?" Master Ikkyu looked at Cheng Long in shock.

At this stage, Cheng Long has not yet learned the art of breath control. In the eyes of Buddhist and Taoist masters, his neutral and peaceful "magic power" is as dazzling as a thousand-watt light bulb.

Fortunately, Cheng Long is kind-hearted and kills people with integrity.

If someone came through with an evil or demonic spirit, Taoist Simu and Master Ikkyu would not be amazed, but would gather their men and shout to kill him.

"Master, I'm sorry, my master doesn't allow me to tell you his name." Cheng Long showed an embarrassed expression on his face.

"You stinky monk, A'long is a genius trained by a Taoist master. If you dare to pay attention to him and trick A'long into believing in Buddhism, then you are deliberately provoking a conflict between Buddhism and Taoism. You cannot bear this responsibility."

Taoist Simu's words may seem exaggerated. In fact, if the Buddhist sect deceives the Taoist geniuses and changes their sects, it will really cause a conflict between Buddhism and Taoism, with serious consequences.

After all, the zombie world has entered the Dharma Ending Age.

This can be seen from the new generation of Maoshan and Simu's generation. Even the eldest brother Shi Jian, who is good at rubbing lightning with his hands, spent a lot of resources to train a son who is just barely acceptable.

"Simu, I'm just saying hello, why are you so nervous?"

"I'm just reminding you kindly to prevent you from doing anything reckless."

"I'm not a fool. Why do I need to be reminded of this?"

"You knock on the wooden fish every day, but who knows if you are using your head as a mallet and knocking yourself stupid?"

"..."

As expected, Simu and Ikkiu, this pair of happy enemies, would quarrel as soon as they met, and Cheng Long watched it with great interest.

Much more interesting than the movie.

(End of this chapter)