Chapter 116: The arrogant demon cultivator angered the founder of MaoshanCanteen. After Cheng Long, Yi Xiu and Simu sat down, Jia Le picked up a bunch of dishes and ran away. Before leaving, he did not forget to give instructions to Jing Jing. "Jingjing, let's get out of the way and eat some food!" "Why are you hiding? It's rude..." Jingjing already had a bad impression of Jiale, and now that he had to hide even when eating, his impression became even worse. Especially with Cheng Long, the polite and handsome man, sitting opposite him, Jiale looked inferior in every way when compared to him. This also led to her always unable to help but sneak a peek at Cheng Long while drinking porridge. Perhaps because Cheng Long, the "Taoist genius", was present, Simu did not engage in a fight with his old rival at the dinner table. Instead, he cleaned up all the peanuts, dried radish, and fermented bean curd on the table, paying considerable attention to his image. In this era of warlordism and when the people could not even get enough food to eat, anyone who dared to waste food like this must either be rich and powerful or have real ability. Simu is both rich and capable!
But seeing Ikkiu sitting opposite him, the four of them looked serious for a while, "Old monk, I haven't seen you for so long, I thought you went to heaven!" "I have been there, but they asked me to take you with me." "You really refuse to repent. I am a Taoist in life and a Taoist ghost in death. If you want me to go to the West, then go ahead and dream about my life!" "..." After meal. Simu looked at the bamboo bed in the living room, then looked at his own room. After some hesitation, he said, "Jia Le, pack up the things on your bed and move them to the woodshed, then move my things here..." "Master, there's no need to be so troublesome. Just make a bed on the floor for me." "How can that be? You are my guest, how can I let you sleep on the floor? If anyone wants to sleep, it should be Jiale..." Having said this, Taoist Simu turned around and looked at Jiale, and warned him: "Hurry up and clean up, you have no eyesight at all." Knorr:"……" …… That night. A terrifying vortex of spiritual energy quietly formed after Cheng Long closed his eyes to practice. The spiritual energy within a radius of more than ten miles seemed to be attracted by something and rushed into the hall. Dark living room. A dazzling red light slowly emerged. The Yin-Yang fish, one black and one red, formed a majestic, solemn and murderous Tai Chi diagram behind Cheng Long. It was fundamentally different from the traditional Tai Chi diagram in black, white, gold, or other colors, and it carried a hint of evil. Such a strange painting style made Simu, Jiale, and Ikkiu and Jingjing, who came later, gathered outside the door and were confused... "Simu, this method of cultivation is so overbearing that all the spiritual energy within a radius of ten miles has been drained away by him!" Ikkyu walked to his old friend and asked in a low voice. "You ask me, who should I ask?" Simu spread his hands. "Master, look at the portrait of the founder..." Jiale suddenly exclaimed.
Everyone looked up and saw a phantom of a soul emerging from the portrait. It flew a few steps in the air, suddenly stopped, and then frowned involuntarily. Si Mu looked at his ancestor who had passed away hundreds of years ago and was working in the underworld with a puzzled expression. He subconsciously wanted to interrupt, but was frightened by the ancestor's sweeping eyes and dared not speak. "This kid is full of demonic energy, but he actually has merits?" The ancestor of the corpse-driving lineage worshipped by Simu touched his goatee, thought for a long time, and struggled for a long time, but he still couldn't bring himself to kill. "With so many merits, it's no wonder he's so arrogant that he dares to practice in the Taoist temple of my disciples..." The founder of the corpse-driving lineage was so angry that his teeth were itching. This behavior was equivalent to having someone ride on his neck and poop in a spiral shape, but he could only hold it in and dared not do anything. Originally, he sensed evil spirits in the Taoist temple of his disciples and thought that the world was ruled by warlords and a great devil had been born who did not take the Maoshan disciples seriously. Who could have imagined such a scene! It's neither right to fight nor to leave. Cheng Long had no idea that he was bored to death. He spent the long night practicing actively, and unexpectedly blew up a certain ancestor of the Maoshan corpse-driving lineage. He now had only one feeling. That's cool. Practicing in a world with abundant spiritual energy feels really different. Although it is still not as painful as killing someone, after practicing for a long time, you can also feel the comfort of having essence and energy fill your body. He didn't know that this was due to the pleasure of practicing brought by the predatory collection of spiritual energy, nor did he know that the energy consumed in one night of practice was equivalent to the several months of work of Simu, Ikkyu and others. I have to say, the magic technique is domineering! Even if he doesn't kill anyone, his cultivation speed is far beyond that of ordinary people. "Forget it, forget it. For the sake of his good deeds, I will forgive him for now." The founder of the corpse-driving lineage disappeared into the portrait with a heart full of regrets. He came suddenly and left in a hurry. Soon after he left. Simu and Ikkyu instinctively gathered outside the yard and discussed in a low voice. "Simu, you kept calling me a Taoist genius during the day, but the more I look at it, the more I feel something is wrong. Although A-Long's 'mana' is neutral and peaceful, the Tai Chi diagram he formed during his training is actually a strange black and red color." "The color of mana is related to the properties of the technique. Black is rare, but my sect is all-encompassing, so black mana doesn't mean anything." "What about the black and red Tai Chi diagram? Don't you think it's weird?" "Uh……" Simu subconsciously thought of the weird scene when he met Cheng Long last night, where the other party punched a vixen through and sucked the vixen's body dry. However, Simu firmly believed in his own judgment that A'long was full of righteousness and it was absolutely impossible for him to be a member of the evil cult. What's more, Aaron said he was from the Holy Church! "Old bald donkey, it is undeniable that Aaron's style of painting was a little weird when he was practicing, but putting aside the weirdness, isn't Aaron full of righteousness and clear eyes?" "Yes." Master Ikkyu nodded. He couldn't refute this.
"You saw my ancestor show up just now, and he didn't say anything. You don't think your vision is sharper than my ancestor's, do you?" "No, no." Master Ikkyu shook his head repeatedly. The ancestor of the corpse-driving lineage was notoriously violent. He preferred fists to magic when beating zombies with iron skin and bones. He could not afford to offend him. "Look at you, you coward!" Simu curled his lips and said, "Let's go, everyone go back to your own homes and find your own mothers." "My mother passed away a long time ago." Ikkyu muttered softly. "What are you still doing lying at the door? Go back to sleep." After chasing away Jiale and Jingjing who were lying at the door, Simu returned to the room cautiously. Silent all night. Cheng Long, who had no idea what happened last night, stretched himself lazily, feeling refreshed. "Brother Long, you're awake. I've prepared a cup and a toothbrush for you. The porridge will be ready soon." Looking at the boar bristle toothbrush and toothpaste that Jiale handed over, Cheng Long smiled and declined, "You keep these. I have the toothpaste and toothbrush with me..." After saying that, he reached into his arms, grabbed an obviously unreasonable large cloth bag, and took out a set of toothpaste and toothbrush from it. The toothpaste and toothbrush from HKZ World were beautifully designed and instantly caught Jiale’s attention. "Do you like it?" Cheng Long said with a smile. “Hmm~~” The honest and simple Jiale nodded repeatedly. "This is for you." Cheng Long stuffed the toothpaste and toothbrush in his hand into Jiale's hand, then took out another set, then took out a glass and ran to get some water. While brushing your teeth. Cheng Long saw Jingjing walk out of the next room and look at him frequently. After brushing his teeth quickly, he waved at the girl. "Wait here for a moment." Tell Jingjing to stay where she is. Cheng Long turned back into the house and brought Jingjing a set of toothpaste and toothbrush: "This is for you. My toothpaste smells good, much better than the toothpaste you guys use." "Thank you, Brother Long." Jingjing smiled sweetly and politely accepted the gift. During the Beiyang Warlord period, toothpaste and toothbrushes actually already existed. I don’t know whether the toothpaste was good or not, but the toothbrushes were really difficult to use as they used pig bristles. Fortunately, Sister Hong prepared a lot, otherwise I would really be reluctant to give them away. After all, toothbrushes are replaced every six months, and toothpaste is used several bottles a year. If you prepare more, you may not have enough in case you stay for a long time... "Jingjing, what kind of toothpaste are you using? Why is your mouth full of bubbles and has a fragrant smell?" Jingjing poured a mouthful of it into her mouth, gargled, and said with a smile, "Fangcao toothpaste, Brother Long gave it to me, it smells really good."
"Then I'll try too." "Master, just squeeze a little at a time, don't squeeze too much." Jingjing really likes the smell of toothpaste from later generations and is afraid that her master will squeeze too much and waste it. Ikkiu felt it was quite good after using it, but he was shy and didn't want to ask Cheng Long for one. Simu was very frank. He tried Knorr's toothpaste and then asked Cheng Long for a set. At around seven o'clock, the group finished their breakfast. Yixiu thought of the scene when Cheng Long was practicing last night. Just as he was about to say something, gongs and drums suddenly sounded outside the room, and there was a loud noise. A few people looked up and saw a group of people coming from a distance. The group leading them were wearing ethnic costumes from the frontier, with swords on their waists and guns on their backs. Among this group of people, there were five Taoists, surrounding a copper-horned golden coffin. "Aarong, this is my junior brother Taoist Qianhe. It's strange, why is he here?" Taoist Simu could not sit still and ran out in a hurry. Cheng Long and Master Ikkiu also put down their teacups and followed him out. “Master uncle is here.” Jiale poked his head out from the kitchen and found that his fellow master uncle had appeared. He didn’t even bother to wash or scrub and quickly ran over to join in the fun. "Junior brother!" "Brother!" The two brothers had just greeted each other with hand gestures when a leader holding a handkerchief behind them asked, "Hey, why don't you leave?" "Manager Wu, I want to borrow some sticky rice from my senior brother." "Sticky rice?" Manager Wu didn't quite understand and was about to say something when a child of noble status who was being carried away said considerately, "Minister Wu, let's take a rest!" "Okay, let's take a break!" While Manager Wu was inviting everyone to take a break, Simu introduced Cheng Long to Taoist Master Qianhe. "You are so young yet you have so much magical power. It really makes us ashamed!" "Master Qianhe, you are too modest." "Junior brother, the copper-horned golden coffin is wrapped with an inkstone net. Could it be that inside is...?" After the two men greeted each other, Simu couldn't wait to ask. Qianzuru nodded and said, "Yes, it's a zombie." At this time, Master Ikkyu stepped forward and suggested: "Why not take down the tent so that it can absorb more sunlight and reduce the corpse gas?" Qian He's eyes lit up and he said excitedly: "Hey~~ good idea, thank you for your advice, Master." "Master Qianhe, if you believe me, it's best not to do this. If you have a waterproof sheet, you must equip it in advance. If the weather changes, cover it immediately." Cheng Long could actually just watch and dismantle the tents to allow the plot to develop smoothly, but he didn't want to do that. Taoist Qianhe and his four disciples were innocent. If mentioning them could change the fate of the five masters and apprentices, it would be a good deed. (End of this chapter)