Terrifying Heavens: I'll directly worship the Black Law of Fengdu!

Chapter 103 Master Qianhe's Tribulation

Will there be a violent storm with strong winds, heavy rain, lightning, and thunder today?

Master Qianhe looked up at the bright sun hanging high in the cloudless blue sky. Remembering that this young man was his senior brother Si Mu's friend, he didn't want to offend him. He smiled and said, "In that case, let's not take down the roof. If it rains, it will indeed be easy to turn into ink."

The procession stopped, and a tall, thin man dressed in dark martial arts attire and wearing a headscarf, exuding an exotic air, swayed as he walked over in front of the red sedan chair.

He was wearing a headscarf and hat, and raised his right hand, making a delicate pinky gesture as he pointed at Li Xuan's nose: "Who are you? How dare you stop the Seventy-First Prince's sedan chair? Do you know what your punishment is?"

Li Xuan knew that the man in front of him was Wu Huan Wu Shilang, an official who accompanied the Seventy-first Prince back to the capital from the frontier. Although he was timid and effeminate, he was not a bad person at heart.

He said, "The zombie in the golden horn bronze coffin will surely break out of the coffin if it encounters wind and rain. At that time, it will be impervious to swords and spears. How many of your lives can stop it?"

Wu Shilang was startled and gently patted his heart, saying, "You're not lying to me, are you?"

Si Mu quickly said, "What he said is all true..."

Vice Minister Wu waved his hand and snorted coldly: "I don't want to hear what you say, I want to hear what he says."

Master Qianhe replied, "If we encounter wind and rain, that is indeed a possibility."

Minister Wu's expression changed drastically. "What should we do then? The Seventy-First Prince and I cannot be harmed."

Li Xuan said, "The best way is to open the coffin, take advantage of the strongest yang energy at this moment, cremate the body, and take the ashes back to report. That's the same thing."

"No, no, no."

Minister Wu hurriedly waved his hand and said, "I cannot make the decision. He is a member of the royal family on the frontier and the uncle of the Seventy-first Prince. Without the Emperor's permission, who would dare to move the corpse? If we burn the corpse here today, when we arrive at the palace, everyone except the Seventy-first Prince will be buried alive with him!"

Li Xuan wanted to say something more.

Wu Shilang suddenly leaned closer, his eyes somewhat intriguing, and said, "Young man, I know your good intentions, but this matter is really beyond our control. At most, we can only take precautions."

He returned to the side of the seventy-first prince, the child, and shouted that they should continue on their way, and the procession started moving again.

Beside the prince were three skilled fighters dressed similarly to Wu Shilang, wielding double swords, double halberds, and double hooks respectively. They were indeed formidable, fighting fiercely with the royal zombies in the movie, displaying not only small combos but also special techniques! Unfortunately, ordinary weapons could not penetrate their defenses, and they were bitten by the zombies.

The group slowly moved away...

The golden-horned bronze coffin was pressed down on the cart, which was being pushed with all its might by four soldiers, the wheels leaving deep ruts in the ground.

Jiale asked, "Wow, is this coffin so difficult to make?"

Four Eyes casually replied, "Of course, because they're made of gold..."

He saw Li Xuan standing beside him, coughed twice, and added, "Not entirely. The so-called 'golden-cornered bronze coffin' only has gold inlaid at the four corners; the coffin itself is cast in brass, which is why it's so heavy. Sigh, I don't know what's wrong with the Qing court; they have to use such heavy coffins to transport corpses over long distances."

Jiale said, "Didn't Uncle say it was for suppressing zombies?"

Four eyes flashed as they grabbed Jia Le's cheeks with lightning speed, chuckling, "Master was just testing you, but I didn't expect you to be so clever, my good disciple..."

Back in the cabin.

Seeing that Li Xuan was deep in thought, Si Mu couldn't help but say, "My junior brother Qianhe is of impeccable character. When he was learning his skills at Maoshan, he always completed all tasks meticulously and conscientiously. Even after he took on four disciples, named East, West, South, and North, they are just as excellent as him." Li Xuan was still worried and said, "There will definitely be wind and rain tonight. Their coffins are too heavy and will slow them down. We should set off immediately after dark to catch up with them and kill the zombies in front of Minister Wu and that young prince. That way, with the young prince as a witness, Fellow Daoist Qianhe won't be punished by the Qing court..."

Seeing his persistence, Si Mu had no choice but to say, "Alright then, I'll prepare some things specifically for dealing with zombies."

Li Xuan nodded and said, "Then let's make a plan..."

evening.

The temperature started to drop, and it became humid...

In the tall forest, Daoist Qianhe reached out and made a grasping motion in the air, rubbing his fingers together a few times, thinking to himself, "The air is so stuffy and humid, it looks like it's really going to rain."

Remembering what Li Xuan had said, he immediately walked up to Minister Wu and said, "Minister Wu, find an open space ahead and set up a tent so that the coffin can go inside to take shelter from the rain. Otherwise, if the ink line breaks, the consequences will be unimaginable."

Just as Minister Wu was about to refuse and suggest that the young prince go in first, Li Xuan's face suddenly appeared in his mind. He gently bit the tip of his index finger, hesitated for a moment, and said, "Alright, alright, let's do it this way."

The soldiers began to set up tents, and soon a large tent, about three square meters in size, was erected.

With everyone working together, they pushed the bronze coffin into the tent. Sure enough, a torrential downpour followed, accompanied by lightning and thunder, and the ground became wet and muddy...

Master Qianhe, filled with worry, approached the seventy-first prince and said, "Prince, the weather tonight is strange and unpredictable; a demon is bound to emerge. If the corpse in the coffin breaks free, can I...?"

The little prince was only six years old, but he remained silent throughout, giving off a mature air.

He stared intently at Daoist Qianhe for a long while before saying, "If the Imperial Uncle really cannot be sent to the capital, then I can only destroy his body here and bring his ashes to Father Emperor."

With the prince's words, Daoist Qianhe felt much more at ease and immediately stepped out of the tent, shouting: "East, South, West, North!"

The four disciples came forward together and exclaimed in unison, "Master!"

Master Qianhe glanced at his four disciples and said, "Immediately mix glutinous rice and cinnabar ink together and thoroughly coat the Golden Horn Coffin. Hopefully, this will suppress the zombie and help us get through the night!"

He just finished speaking.

Suddenly, the wind turned violent, violently ripping open the tent containing the golden-horned bronze coffin! Everyone was stunned. The ground spikes were six inches deep; the tentacles had been driven into the ground, yet it had managed to be lifted—it was terrifying…

Master Qianhe's heart jumped, and he began to calculate with his left hand, his face as black as the bottom of a pot: "A calamity star has appeared in the world. Tonight is my tribulation. No wonder I couldn't predict it before!"

He took two quick steps, preparing to jump onto the coffin lid and press it down!

Unexpectedly, a bolt of lightning struck down from the night sky, hitting the golden-horned bronze coffin squarely. The powerful lightning tore the ropes apart, and the coffin lid sprang up the next second, flying towards Daoist Qianhe.

This coffin lid must weigh at least a thousand pounds, and it's spinning in the air, accompanied by a strong gust of wind!
Although Master Qianhe panicked, he quickly retreated, but suddenly his right foot sank into the mud. His heart skipped a beat, and as he looked at the ever-growing coffin lid, he said unwillingly, "How can this humble Taoist die here..."

He suddenly felt someone grab the back of his collar, and he was thrown into the air as if pulled up from dry land, crashing to the side!
The coffin lid slammed to the ground with a thud, splashing up a lot of mud!
In the wind and rain, there stood an extremely strong and imposing figure. It was Master Four Eyes. His originally thin body had become twice as large, with his muscles bulging high, like a demonic muscle man!

He turned his head, rubbed his nose with his thumb, and revealed an expression even more arrogant than his physique, as if to say, "Junior brother, watch what your senior brother can do..."

(End of this chapter)