Chapter 115: Fighting with righteousness
"Taoist Priest Simu, it's almost dawn, why haven't we arrived at your house yet?"
Cheng Long raised his hand and looked at his watch. At five o'clock in the morning, the sky was slightly bright. Coupled with the temperature, which was very comfortable for wearing long sleeves at night, it could be basically concluded that it was the season of spring and summer here.
Because in autumn and winter, it usually starts to get slightly brighter at 6 a.m. and gets brighter at 7 a.m.
"It's almost here, we'll be there in another hour."
While walking, he chatted with Taoist Priest Simu, and Cheng Long got a lot of information from him. The outside world was currently in the period of Beiyang warlords, and Yuan Datou was in power.
The Qing Dynasty has died.
As for the frontier royal family that appears in the movie, they are actually Wan Qing’s remnants. They are rich but not powerful. Well, it cannot be said that they are completely powerless. It’s just that the power to rule the country is gone. But in this era, as long as you have money, you can still gather together. With the power, you can live a good life like a master.
Since Cheng Long came to this world full of opportunities, he naturally couldn't just kill a few zombies or goblins and then go back. He had to find a way to get more benefits.
But this is something that will happen later. His current small goal is to hunt down royal zombies.
Looking at the plot of the entire Uncle Zombie movie, the transformation of the royal family into zombies has a lot of human factors involved. The thunderstorm when the team of exorcists arrived in the high woods was a bit too coincidental.
"Mostly the royal family is obsessed with treachery and wants to cultivate a corpse king to restore the Qing court."
Cheng Long thought to himself, and the more he thought about it, the more he felt there was something fishy. It was rare for royal zombies to mutate into copper skin and iron bones as soon as they were born.
He had just asked Simu some things intentionally or unintentionally, and he knew that the natural formation of hairy stiffness requires extremely harsh conditions, and it is rare for one to be born in a hundred years.
The flying zombies on top of the hairy zombies are even rarer in the world and can only be seen once in a thousand years.
Once Feizong is born, there will be a big disaster.
Mao Jiang is not a big problem. Among the Sanshan Fulu, Taoist and Buddhist sects, there are many senior experts who can deal with them.
The more common zombies in the world today are purple zombies, white zombies, black zombies and green zombies. The formation method is also simple. They die without breathing. If they are buried in the dark, they will soon grow purple hair and transform into zombies.
About two hours later.
The scorching sunshine began to bake the earth. Simu, who calculated the time correctly, trudged all the way and finally arrived at the door of his house with a group of customers.
"Jia Le Jiale..."
Maybe because there were customers, Simu walked to the door and shouted a few times, and found his disciple Jiale sleeping on a bamboo chair. He had no ridiculous idea of manipulating customers to punish him.
When he went up, he made a big push and slapped Jia Le awake.
"Master, you are back!"
Jia Le rubbed the sore back of his head with a rather depressed expression. He had finally obtained Jingjing's forgiveness in his dream, and was thinking of striking a kiss while the iron was hot, but was mercilessly interrupted by his master.
He has grown so big and has not yet passed a woman’s mouth!
"You brat, I asked you to guard the door, Meng Zhougong." Simu glared at Jiale angrily, and ordered: "Didn't you see the guest outside? Hurry up and pour tea and water for the guest."
"Oh~~"
Jia Le, who had a mushroom haircut with a droopy face, walked up to Cheng Long glumly: "Hello, my name is Jia Le, and I am Master's disciple. Sit inside and I will bring tea in a minute."
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"Thank you." Cheng Long nodded.
"Aaron, why are you being polite to him? This apprentice of mine has mediocre talent, but now he has learned to be lazy. If he had 10% of your magic power, I would laugh out of my dreams."
What Taoist Master Simu said is right. Jiale has a good talent in martial arts. He can practice the health-preserving boxing and Tiangang Steps taught by him very well. However, his cultivation qualifications are ridiculously poor. He has not become famous since he was practicing since he was young.
Unlike Cheng Long, he has surging magic power at a young age. Although he cannot sense the specific realm of the other party, he is definitely several realms higher than him.
The cultivation levels in the zombie world are based on four levels: refining energy to transform into spirit, refining energy to transform into spirit, practicing spirit to return to void, and refining void to combine with Tao.
They can be referred to as the four realms of refining essence, refining qi, transforming spirit, and returning to virtual world. Each realm is divided into four small realms: front, middle, back and perfection.
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-eye dantian, he is at least a mage in the late stage of Qi training here.
But there is a high probability that it is the state of perfect Qi training.
Because nine is the number of extremes, there is no such thing as the tenth level of Dzogchen and the eleventh level of breaking the ultimate level in the Qi training realm of Shashengjue.
When the water is full, it overflows. Once you reach the level of cultivation, you will naturally enter the next state.
"Taoist Priest Simu, everyone has different circumstances. I am a special person. If we compare them, I am afraid that none of your new generation disciples in Maoshan will be able to stand out."
Cheng Long joked with a smile.
At the same time, he looked at the layout of the room. The living room was very large, inconspicuous at first glance, but very knowledgeable upon closer inspection. Opposite the door of the living room, there was an offering table with a copper coin sword on it, and the portrait of the founder hung in the center.
Cheng Long stared at it for a while and secretly breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that there was no movement in the portrait.
After all, he was a demonic cultivator. He rushed into the Taoist temple of Maoshan disciples and felt somewhat uneasy.
"You are not humble at all, but your words are rough and rational. Not to mention the new generation, the outstanding people of my generation and even the previous generation are far inferior to you at this age."
"I just wonder, for such an outstanding disciple like 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 wish that everyone in the world would know..."
Taoist Master Simu really couldn't figure it out, and even considered that Chenglong's master might be an abandoned disciple of a certain sect, and he was afraid that he would be implicated if he secretly granted the sect's teachings to outsiders.
But then I thought about it and it was wrong again.
What happened to the abandoned disciple? Abandoned disciples teach talented disciples, and they can still return to the sect and win the favor of their ancestors.
If he was really a heinous person, he would have been executed according to the sect's rules long ago, and there would be no trace of him left behind. "Master drinks tea, eldest brother drinks tea..."
While the two were chatting, Jia Le came to the table with a pot of hot water, washed two cups, and poured them both a cup of tea.
"What's wrong with me? I call you senior..."
Taoist Priest Simu had a straight face. Just as he was about to correct himself, Cheng Long waved his hand and interrupted: "No, let him call me Brother Long!"
"Brother Long, I've cooked sweet potato porridge and will bring it to you right away." Jiale breathed a sigh of relief and called his seniors, but he was still very reluctant.
"Aren't you sleeping? When did you cook the porridge?"
"You really think I sleep until three o'clock in the morning. I get up before five o'clock to do my morning homework. After finishing my morning homework, I go to make porridge. After I finish my work, I go back to the living room to rest..."
Jiale took the opportunity to express his full grievances, but Taoist Master Simu didn't care and scolded him with a straight face: "What's the use of getting up before five o'clock to do morning classes? Isn't my cultivation stuck in the middle stage of refining? , If you are stupid, you have to study more, practice more, and work harder. Otherwise, when will you be able to become a master? ”
Disciples in the refining stage are collectively called Taoists in Maoshan. Only those who have reached the Qi training stage can go down the mountain to practice, just like Si Mu, Jiu Shu, Qian He and others.
It is also called becoming a disciple.
"Master, I also want to learn more and practice more, but after meditating for a long time, I can't help but doze off, and there's nothing I can do about it!" Jiale put on a bitter look. He also understood the principle of the stupid bird flying first, but in practicing Taoism Unlike martial arts, understanding is more important than diligence.
Once I realize the truth and see my true self, the shackles of the past are like clouds of smoke.
When you have a thorough understanding, your cultivation will naturally increase.
Cheng Long smiled and smoothed things over; "Taoist Master Simu, I think Jiale is right. Cultivating Taoism also requires a balance between work and rest. Occasionally, you can be lazy and don't worry about everything."
"I'm not fussing over anything. I just hate that iron can't be made into steel!"
"..."
Jiale walked into the kitchen glumly, brought the bowls and chopsticks, and then seemed to remember something and said hurriedly: "Master, the master next door is back. I asked them to come over and have porridge together."
Without waiting for the master's reply, Jiale turned around and ran outside the house. Cheng Long looked outside the house curiously and happened to see a monk in white walking into the fenced courtyard with the support of a girl.
"The Jingjing played by A-Zhen is so beautiful that I can't say enough."
Cheng Long sighed secretly.
If it weren't for the fact that the old monk had accepted Jingjing as a disciple and had the intention of marrying Jiale, another coincidental chest attack occurred when the two met yesterday.
He may launch an offensive against Jingjing.
Now?
Just forget it.
There are only two families within a few hundred miles. If he seduces Jingjing away, Jiale, a silly boy, will have no idea how long it will take to find a wife.
On the other hand, he has a natural familiarity with Jingjing's figure. There is no secret to it, so his obsession is not that deep. If he really misses the taste of peaches, he will have many opportunities when he returns to Hong Kong.
Biao Shu's daughter, Peach herself, Fang Ting, Li Qian'er, Bo Zi...
"Master, you are here just in time. My master is back and has brought a new friend, who I can introduce to you."
"I saw it. He is very handsome. He has the same demeanor as I did back then."
Master Ikkyu is an old monk who can make jokes. He has a pretty good personality and is worthy of the title of 'Master'. He is much better than Fahai in the Legend of White Snake.
"I'm here, Cheng Long, and I met the master."
Cheng Long took the initiative to walk out of the room and clasped his hands in front of the master.
"Looking at your surging magic power and your peaceful aura, I wonder which senior's disciple you are?" Master Yixiu looked at Cheng Long in shock.
Cheng Long, who has not yet learned the breathing technique at this stage, in the eyes of Buddhist and Taoist experts, the righteous and peaceful 'magic power' in his body is as dazzling as a large light bulb with a thousand watts.
Fortunately, Cheng Long was dedicated to good deeds and showed his righteousness in killing people.
If someone crosses over with evil or demonic aura, Taoist Priest Four Eyes and Master Ikkyu will not be amazed, but will gather their troops to fight and kill him.
"Master, I'm sorry, Master won't let me tell him his name." Cheng Long had a troubled expression on his face.
"Smelly monk, Aaron is the genius trained by the masters of our Taoist sect. If you dare to distract him and deceive Aaron into believing in Buddhism, you are deliberately provoking a conflict between Buddhism and Taoism. You cannot bear this responsibility."
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The words of Taoist Master Four Eyes seem to be exaggerated. In fact, if Buddhism deceives the Taoist genius and changes the sect, it will really cause conflicts between Buddhism and Taoism, and the consequences will be quite serious.
After all, the zombie world has entered the apocalyptic era.
This can be seen from the Maoshan new generation and the four-eye generation. Even the son Shi Jian, the senior brother who is good at rubbing thunder and lightning, spent a lot of resources to cultivate, can barely catch the eye.
"Simu, I just said hello, why are you so nervous?"
"I also kindly remind you to save you from messing around."
"I'm not a fool, why do I need to be reminded about this kind of thing?"
"You bang wooden fish every day, who knows if you have used your head as a mallet and knocked yourself stupid."
"..."
As expected, Simu and Yixiu, a pair of happy enemies, would quarrel as soon as they met. Cheng Long watched with gusto.
Much more interesting than the movies.
(End of chapter)