"What's this?"

Ah Wei looked at the crumbling paper crane with curiosity on his face and immediately reached out to catch it.

However, Uncle Jiu had quick eyes and quick hands and stopped this reckless behavior immediately.

This is Maoshan's method of communication.

Very primitive and has many limitations.

Finally, the paper crane came to Meng Fan, completely lost its power, and fell into his palm.

[Disciple Mengfan personally opens the door]

Open the paper crane made of yellow charms, and inside there is a small note and a hair.

There is no doubt that the owner of the latter is Meng Fan, and the person who wrote the letter is Taoist priest Qianhe who is far away in the southwest border and is escorting the royal zombies.

"Senior brother, whose letter is this?"

Wencai poked his head and took a peek.

"My master." Meng Fan spoke concisely and to the point.

Although Uncle Jiu was also very curious about the content, he did not say anything. Anyway, his nephew would say it later and it was impossible to hide it.

Mao Shan Mingze's face was full of excitement, a bit like the reaction of future star-chasers after seeing their idol:

"Taoist Priest Qianhe!"

Pioneer in Taoism, General Maoshan.

These two names cannot be used indiscriminately, otherwise, if one's virtue is not worthy of the title, one will be ridiculed by colleagues, and one cannot call oneself by oneself, as one must be recognized by others.

Qianhe was the backbone of the Qing sect in Maoshan. Most of his contemporaries chose to stay in Maoshan to teach his disciples and enjoy purity.

However, he was the youngest, yet he came down from the mountain early and gained such a great reputation. Many people felt that if he had not suffered from the disadvantage of being too young and having only limited qualifications, there would still be suspense as to who would inherit the leadership of Maoshan.

Of course, this is random speculation by outsiders for different purposes. Only Uncle Jiu, Uncle Four Eyes, and other elders know the specific situation.

Anyway, Meng Fan didn't know much about it, so he could only confirm that his master was extremely famous, otherwise, the matter of escorting royal zombies for the Qing Dynasty would not have fallen to their lineage.

I just don’t know what kind of benefits were promised to those old and young people in the capital?

I'll ask you again in person when I get the chance.

Thinking of this, Meng Fan put away the note and set fire to the hair that was responsible for guiding the Yellow Talisman Paper Crane to prevent it from falling into the hands of unsuspecting people and using side curses such as lowering the head——

Since entering Taoism, Meng Fan has not lost any hair. This can be regarded as a benefit. He does not have to worry about becoming a bright peak in the future.

"Uncle, I'm afraid I'm going to have to bother you for a while longer. The roads in the Yunnan-Guizhou Mountains are rugged, and the sources of the escort team are complicated. They also have to pay attention to the royal pomp...

Master wrote that the convoy will not arrive in western Hunan until at least mid-September."

This was the case with transportation in ancient times, and there was no certainty about it.

Coupled with the turmoil of the current situation, rugged and steep mountain roads, and the so-called royal pomp...

The Queen of the Qing Dynasty has been dead for more than a year, so what kind of pomp is she going to have? When the old witch abandoned the capital and fled, she lost her last bit of dignity.

Who are you showing it to now?!

If I remember correctly, there were a group of good-for-nothing soldiers with pigtails in this team, the four royal masters who watched the zombies coming out of the coffin indifferently and refused to help, and a sissy Wu Shilang...

It was probably because he couldn't stand the scorching sun on the plateau, which delayed the escort.

As for the Seventy-Two Brother, it is too inconsistent with the actual situation and normal perception. I am afraid there are other explanations, and there is no need to refer to the movie.

"Xiaofan, don't worry."

"There will be no problem even if I stay in Uncle Master's Yizhuang all the time." Uncle Jiu said very seriously.

But Qiusheng, Wencai and Awei were all very happy.

After all, this senior brother is perfect. He is the first to rush forward when in danger, giving people a sense of security. He also takes the initiative to share good things when he has them -

The best lightning strike wooden waist medal, the golden talisman drawn by myself.

Even the lazy literary talent truly admires him. If the next head of Maoshan is selected from the new generation and conducted through voting, Meng Fan will directly receive three votes.

On the side, Mao Shanming, who was spared, really wanted to ask what royal zombie and why he went to Xiangxi.

But he also knew that this matter involved a lot, and he could let the Taoist pioneer personally escort him. This zombie was by no means simple, and asking questions rashly would easily violate taboos and offend people.

It's night.

Awei, who sold his house to buy ginseng, moved into Yizhuang.

However, he really couldn't stand Wencai's deadly snoring, so he chose to make a floor in the main room.

Meng Fan and Qiu Sheng, who was addicted to cultivation and couldn't help themselves, meditated in the corridor together, waiting for the sun to rise, and at the same time absorbed the first ray of purple energy between heaven and earth.

It’s almost Uncle Jiu’s birthday.

A little further away, it’s the Half-Ghost Festival in the seventh lunar month.

With him taking care of him, Wen Cai must not have the chance to do anything bad, let alone be troubled by the underhanded circumstances that led to the great uncle who was nicknamed Thunder and Lightning Dharma King.

Who wouldn’t be frightened after seeing the Lightning Bolt Thunder Fist?

On the contrary, my original plan was to go to the Corpse Exorcist Inn to play a trick, but I have to put it off until the uncle's birthday party is successfully concluded...

Before leaving last time, Meng Fan seemed to have said to three gambling friends:

Definitely next time.

This next time... when will be the specific time, there will be a lot of clues. Besides, I have indeed been idle recently.

Life has returned to calm.

Awei picked up his box cannon again and patrolled the streets and alleys of Renjia Town. Since he lived in Yizhuang, he saved a lot of time, so he decided to patrol at night to add more burdens to himself.

After all, he was a little immersed in seeing the enthusiastic villagers and their sincere smiles every morning.

Literary talent is the same as before——

Sleeping, feeding chickens, cooking, occasionally helping Uncle Jiu with chores, and then hiding in the hut at night, continuing to prepare birthday gifts for Uncle Jiu.

Everyone can see that literary talent is not suitable for Taoism. After he was stimulated, he immediately made up his mind to work hard. He changed his past lazy style, but when he really wanted to take action, he suddenly lost the motivation.

Each person has his or her own destiny.

As long as the scholar lived a down-to-earth life and did not commit any crimes, Uncle Jiu would just let it go. At most, he would leave some money for him and manage it after his death so that his apprentice could find an easy job in the underworld.

He reluctantly agreed to the sentence: I hope that my child will be foolish and carefree, and that he will be able to come to the palace without any trouble.

For ordinary people, living in the following troubled times is already a very difficult thing. A literary talent can live a lifetime without worrying about food and clothing, and can go to the underworld to enjoy blessings after death. This is quite enviable.

Yu became a public minister.

In the words of later generations, he probably saved the Milky Way in his previous life and became a disciple of Uncle Nine.

And Uncle Jiu has accumulated too much merit in his life. If he takes care of his silly, unmotivated apprentice, no one will gossip about him.

In addition, Qiu Sheng awakened the memory of his past life in time, and focused on this life, resolutely pursuing the truth, which can also make up for the regret that he has no successor.

"Brother, could you please tell me about the issues in Maoshan's secret book on evil control and the characteristics of zombies..."

"Senior brother, I'm here again. This time I'm going to tell you how to treat people who are scratched by zombies..."

Meditating at night, fishing during the day, basking in the sun, reading various Taoist scriptures, and enthusiastically giving guidance to Junior Brother Qiu Sheng, Meng Fan felt that such a life was quite good.

At the same time, I will also think of my senior brother Jin McGee from another world. He came to the Republic of China and the conditions for cultivation were more relaxed. It would be unreasonable not to bring him some good treasures.

In fact, Meng Fan has such a personality that he doesn't like to eat alone. If he has some fate and can share it with his close friends without harming the interests of others, then he will never hide it.
Chapter completed!