Chapter 5: I Truly Have No Opportunity to Take a Master.
Chen Qianliu didn't expose her, asking, "What's the excitement in the Chen family?"
The young girl giggled and said, "Chen Family Village has been plagued by zombies recently. This family is the wealthiest, so they've funded a group of monks and Daoists to subdue demons and eliminate evil. Aren't you also here with your Master to join the fun?"
Chen Qianliu had just achieved a Breakthrough to Qi Refining First Level, and his True Qi was not yet under his complete control, unable to be perfectly concealed. The young girl knew that among those invited by the Chen family, only Daoist Lingmen possessed some Cultivation. Seeing that Chen Qianliu was not an ordinary person, she mistakenly assumed he was Daoist Lingmen's disciple.
The young girl was lively by nature, but her mouth was full of nonsense; eight or nine out of ten sentences were lies.
With the young girl's reminder, Chen Qianliu vaguely remembered that such an event had indeed occurred.
In his previous life, he had just undergone Transmigration and only wanted to study and gain fame, quickly escaping his predicament. He copied seven or eight poems, which brought him great renown. In less than a month, he was noticed by a great scholar, who personally visited and took him to study in another town.
This incident happened several years after he left his hometown, causing him to miss this storyline.
Calculating now, it must have been the monks and Daoists invited by his father who had some abilities and eliminated the zombie; otherwise, his hometown would likely have no living people left by now.
After all, he had lived three lives and possessed countless miscellaneous knowledge. He responded with a few lines that made the young girl giggle charmingly.
However, being mistaken for Daoist Lingmen's disciple made Chen Qianliu hesitate, unsure how to explain it.
He had lived three lives, two of which involved Cultivation, making him inevitably cautious. Since he hadn't explained it before, finding an excuse to explain it now would be difficult.
The young girl's body suddenly tensed. She glanced at the courtyard and said, "Your Master has sensed me. I must go."
Chen Qianliu couldn't help but ask, "Will we meet again?"
The young girl was about to leave, her small figure already poised, but hearing his words, she turned back with a smile and said, "I'm a Fox Immortal. Aren't you afraid I'll drain your vital essence?"
"I'm leaving! There's no point in meeting again."
Chen Qianliu blurted out: "Leaning idly on the railing, the day grows long; the short flute, heartless, breaks my heart. How can I be as light as a swallow, easily reaching your side with the wind?"
The young girl's body paused slightly, then she soared into the air. In mid-air, she stole a glance back, pondering the lines of poetry she had just heard, and couldn't help but think, "He's quite a talented young man."
After a few ups and downs, her figure disappeared.
Chen Qianliu watched the young girl disappear, feeling regretful, and thought, "This young girl must be a Cultivator. I wonder if she would take me as a disciple?"
He was just wondering if the poem he had just recited was enough to leave an impression on her and how he would explain his identity when they next met, when he saw a young Daoist, holding a whisk, float gracefully towards him. He had a face like jade, elegant and refined. Seeing Chen Qianliu in the tree, he asked with a smile, "Young man, have you seen anyone pass by?"
Chen Qianliu replied, "I haven't seen anyone pass by."
"This is a courtyard wall, not a road. Why would anyone pass by?"
The young Daoist chuckled, thinking, "I sensed True Qi emanating from this direction, so a fellow Daoist must have passed by, somehow leaking a trace of Qi."
"However, this child is an ordinary person, so it's natural that he didn't notice."
Chen Qianliu's heart suddenly stirred, and he thought, "That's right, the girl just said that this young Daoist sensed her. Doesn't this person possess considerable Daoist power?"
"If I ask him to be my Master, wouldn't it be easier for me to enter the Dao?"
He hadn't taken a good Master in his previous life, and seeing a Cultivator in this life, he wanted to try his luck. Since the young girl wasn't an Opportunity, this Daoist would also do. He immediately jumped to the ground and called out, "Daoist Priest, you must be an Immortal! Would you take me as your disciple?"
The young Daoist smiled slightly and said, "I have not yet completed my training, so I cannot take disciples."
He didn't want to get entangled with the child and turned to leave.
Chen Qianliu was greatly disappointed, feeling downcast for a long time, thinking, "I truly have no Opportunity to take a Master."
The young girl who had snatched Chen Qianliu's steamed bun stood on a grave mound, frowning slightly, and muttered to herself, "Someone is practicing evil arts, stirring up a zombie. I should have intervened, but since He Mountain Sect's Daoist Lingmen is here, let him expend some effort."
"Hehe, Daoist Lingmen's disciple is quite interesting and clever. It's a pity he's already taken a Master, otherwise, I'd snatch him back to be a mountain-guarding boy."
The young girl lightly stamped her foot, but the grave mound remained undisturbed. She didn't mind, clapped her small hands, and with a sway of her body, she vanished in an instant.
Half an incense stick later, a muffled groan suddenly came from within the grave. The grave soil churned, and a black-robed Daoist emerged, with a sunken chest and abdomen, disheveled hair, and a pale face. His eyes were wide with fury, blazing with anger, but his injuries were too severe. As soon as he emerged from the earth, he tried to curse several times, but only spewed large mouthfuls of blood, whimpering incoherently.
Daoist Lingmen returned to the front courtyard and saw Master Chen already directing people to pile up dozens of bundles of firewood. He no longer thought about what had just happened and shouted, "This zombie cannot move during the day, but it will come out to eat people at night. Let me light a fire and burn this evil creature to prevent disaster for Chen Family Village."
Chen Qianliu's father was covered in sweat and secretly rejoiced that this Daoist Lingmen was indeed capable. The other monks and Daoists were useless. He had gone out for a few rounds today and found the grave where the zombie was located. When he dug it up, he indeed unearthed a huge specimen.
The zombie was still struggling at the time, but Daoist Lingmen casually struck it with a bolt of lightning, and it became rigid and motionless. Only then did he instruct people to carry the zombie back, intending to burn this evil creature to ashes in front of everyone in Chen Family Village.
Daoist Lingmen could tell that this zombie had very deep Daoist power and was likely an evil creature refined by someone practicing evil arts, not naturally formed. He hadn't held much hope for that bolt of lightning, only intending to strike first and then use his protective Magic Treasure, but he didn't expect the zombie to be so weak; one bolt of lightning rendered it stiff and motionless. He knew his thunder magic skills were too shallow and he absolutely couldn't have defeated this zombie, so he was quite puzzled, but since things had come to this, he could only go with the flow.
Hearing that the zombie was to be burned, the villagers watching the spectacle became even more excited.
Daoist Lingmen casually used a fire talisman to ignite the pile of firewood, astonishing the villagers once again.
The firewood ignited by the talisman burned brighter and brighter. Flames also erupted on the zombie's body, burning it and emitting a foul, unpleasant odor.
Suddenly, a roar was heard. The zombie, which had already been set ablaze, convulsed all over, its body coiling like soft noodles, trembling incessantly, strangely eerie. It seemed to want to leap up and harm lives, causing the surrounding villagers to cry out in alarm and scatter.
The villagers ran a little farther, but then saw that the zombie seemed unable to get up no matter what. Their courage returned, and someone picked up a tree branch, wanting to poke it a couple of times.
Daoist Lingmen frowned slightly and did not stop the villagers, silently thinking, "This zombie's sudden agitation is likely due to the evil Cultivator who refined it using a secret technique to control it."
"This evil Cultivator refined this zombie and then allowed it to harm people in Chen Family Village. He certainly wouldn't abandon it easily and will most likely intervene."
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