The Purple-Robed Celestial Master has turned into a zombie?! Who can stand that?!

Chapter 92 Sorry, brothers, this deal is mine.

Zhang Tianlu made the demons stand up.

He asked, "I have been in seclusion for many days. Has anything unrest occurred in the outside world?"

The six demon kings replied that it was nothing serious.

There wasn't much activity at Leiyin Temple.

Buddhist temples are currently busy dealing with external public opinion pressure regarding Fazhong Temple.

How could they have the time or the guts to provoke Fenglei Mountain again?
There is currently a delicate balance on the outside.

Zhang Tianlu nodded upon hearing this.

Then, he looked at the group of Buddhist monks from the temple who were working on Fenglei Mountain.

During the month that Zhang Tianlu went into seclusion.

Under the Ghost King's watchful eye, these bald men continued to plant and hasten the growth of corpse beans on Zhang Tianlu's coffin.

The corpse beans on Zhang Tianlu's coffin continuously absorbed the energy of the underground dragon vein, Zhang Tianlu's corpse energy, the demonic energy of the great demon, the ghost energy of the ghost king, and the power of Buddhist Dharma.

The growth rate is at its maximum.

In just one month, we have received many batches.

It is divided into three levels.

Green corpse beans are of lower quality; once scattered, they will turn into ordinary black zombies.

Black zombies are impervious to blades and spears, and can see with their eyes. They are good in both offense and defense, but their potential is not high.

In general, the minor bosses in Lam Ching-ying's movies, such as Master Yam in Mr. Vampire, are basically at the level of Black Zombie.

The black zombie isn't particularly strong, but it's definitely not weak either.

At least for ordinary people, encountering a black zombie means certain death.

The advantages are low cultivation cost and low time cost.

The cultivation efficiency was extremely high; in just one month, these bald Buddhist monks helped Zhang Tianlu cultivate more than a thousand green corpse beans.

That's equivalent to more than a thousand black zombies.

Yellow corpse beans are of slightly higher quality than green corpse beans, and can turn into hairy zombies after being scattered.

The characteristics of the hairy zombie are that it moves faster than the black zombie, is ten times stronger, and has far higher values ​​than the black zombie.

Furthermore, black zombies are actually somewhat afraid of sunlight, but once they reach the level of hairy zombies, they are no longer afraid of ordinary fire or sunlight.

The effects of sunlight on zombies are essentially negligible on hairy zombies.

However, the yield of yellow corpse beans is not as high as that of green corpse beans from black zombies.

In just one month, only a little over 100 were produced, a tenfold decrease in yield compared to the black zombies.

The highest level of corpse bean currently is the red corpse bean.
In one month, seven red corpse beans were cultivated.

Each of these red corpse beans can directly summon a flying zombie-level zombie.

Flying zombies, also known as zombie kings in popular parlance.

They are usually cultivated for thousands of years, and can fly and escape, with a speed even faster than a hairy zombie.

These zombies are extremely powerful; they are not only immune to sunlight and swords, but they can also use magic, making them impossible for ordinary Taoist priests to subdue.

Even major sects like Longhu Mountain and Maoshan, which specialize in dealing with zombies, would take the appearance of flying zombies in some areas very seriously.

At least a dozen or so Taoist priests in yellow robes would come down the mountain together, and even those in purple robes would have to come down the mountain personally to handle the situation.

The terror of flying zombies is no joke.

In one month, you can get 7 zombie-level corpse beans.

This efficiency is pretty good.

Zhang Tianlu pocketed these corpse beans.

Let those bald Buddhist monks keep working.

To survive, you have to keep producing corpse beans for him.

Fahai, E'nan, and the others were on the verge of tears.

It's unbelievable that after a lifetime of being revered monks, they've now become prisoners.

He was even exploited by a zombie.

Outrageous fucking opened the door, outrageously home.

Fahai and the others angrily said, "Zhang Tianlu, we can't beat you, we are indeed inferior in skill, but don't go too far. We are helping you to ripen these corpse beans, which can be considered as doing you a favor. You should at least provide us with food, right?"
"We're not dead, we don't need to eat or drink. You've been in seclusion for a month, while we've been eating for a whole month!"

Fahai put forward conditions.

Even though you're a prisoner, don't go too far.

We do work for you, so at least you should provide us with a meal.

They were in seclusion for a month, constantly watched by these demons and monsters, and didn't eat anything for a month.

Although they are all highly accomplished Buddhist monks with magical powers, capable of going without food for a month without starving, they can't endure it for long.

Especially some of the high-ranking monks were of lower cultivation level or older age.

After a month of hard work without eating any grains, I'm starting to feel the strain of this forced fasting.

If we keep doing this, it'll kill us.

Even prisoners should receive the most basic treatment.

Zhang Tianlu looked at Fahai and the others.

These guys worked in Fenglei Mountain for a month, and they were indeed starving and emaciated.

Working overtime every day without food, forcing myself to fast is really tough.

These guys are now key employees on his corpse bean production line.

They are the key to accelerating the production of corpse beans.

We can't let them starve to death.

Zhang Tianlu nodded.

Fahai is right.

People shouldn't be allowed to starve to death while they still have some use.

He himself had turned into a zombie. Zombies don't need to eat, so he forgot about eating.

But these monks are still living people, so they still need to eat something.

Zhang Tianlu asked, "What would you like to eat?"

Fahai: "Plain noodles, one bowl per person."

"No plain noodles."

Where would one find plain noodles in this desolate wilderness?

Do you really think this is inside your Buddhist temple?
Why are there so many requirements?
Zhang Tianlu said that at most he would let the Demon King hunt two wild animals for you to roast and eat.

There is no plain noodles.

Fahai was furious: "Then I'll have plain noodles."

Zhang Tianlu: You want an egg?!

Do you think my mountain is home to black tigers, giant pythons, six great ghost kings, stone statues of ghosts and Buddhas, and thousand-year-old mudfish?

Who would make vegetarian noodles for this group of people?
Or are you expecting me to do it for you?
Zhang Tianlu retorted that it was all due to being spoiled, and challenged them to tear them apart and turn them into plain noodles. "Plain noodles? Go eat shit!"
Fahai looked at Zhang Tianlu's zombie-like face, which was filled with the aura of death.

A purple zombie fire was already brewing in his corpse's mouth.

If you make any more demands, I'll burn you alive.

Fahai said, "We are Buddhists, after all, and cannot eat meat. You are a Taoist patriarch, after all, and you should also be reasonable."

Zhang Tianlu asked, "There's nothing you need on the mountain, and I have no one here to buy it for you."

Fahai: "We have a dedicated chef in our own temple who cooks vegetarian food. We can have our own chef come over, or we can order takeout."

In modern society, there's nothing you can't do if you have the money.

Even though Fenglei Mountain is in this desolate wilderness, the Buddhist community is wealthy.

With money, why worry about not having food to eat?

Fahai and his companions could simply have the temple's chefs come over and stay at Fenglei Mountain to cook for them every day.

Or hire a delivery driver to deliver food every day.

Zhang Tianlu glanced at Fahai.

It's up to these guys.

Whether you bring your own cook or order takeout.

They are self-sufficient, as long as they don't starve and their work isn't delayed.

Fahai then took out his phone and contacted Daweilong Temple to send two cooks up the mountain.

At the same time, I was so hungry I couldn't stand it anymore.

I ordered a dozen or so bowls of vegetarian noodles on a food delivery platform and paid extra for express delivery to Fenglei Mountain.

at the same time,

On a suburban roadside, a group of food delivery workers sat in their vehicles, staring at their phones, waiting to receive orders.

At that moment, a food delivery order popped up.

One of the Meituan delivery drivers, dressed in bunny ears, managed to snag the order thanks to his lightning-fast reflexes, a testament to his 30 years of single life.

The bunny-eared deliveryman stood up: "Sorry guys, this order is mine."

He then happily started his electric car and headed to the target location to pick up the goods.

(End of this chapter)