Uncle Nine, where are you running to?

In order to welcome Qianhe, Simu asked Jiale to kill chickens and fish and prepare food early in the morning.

As the sun was high in the sky, the fish soup on the stove was about to boil away, but there was still no one in sight in the vast fields.

Simu was walking in the open space in front of the house. After hesitating for two steps, he caught a glimpse of a slender figure heading straight for the kitchen out of the corner of his eye.

He rolled his eyes and shouted upstairs, "Brother! Take your cat back!"

As soon as the voice fell, Jingzhi rushed out from the kitchen with a big soup spoon in his hand, looking panicked, "Don't scream, don't scream! I didn't drink it, I didn't drink it, just smell it, is it not okay to smell it?"

Suddenly, a shadow was cast on the open space in front of her. She subconsciously raised her head to look at the balcony upstairs, and saw Lin Jiu holding the railing with both hands, looking at her with pursed lips.

He hadn't said anything yet, but Jingzhi was so scared that her hair almost stood up. She quickly gave him a wry smile and waved.

"Ajiu, are you coming down? It's so hot upstairs during the day."

Lin Jiu was almost laughing out of anger. She had no idea how many times she had run to the kitchen that morning.

Having never bought fish at the charity cemetery before, he had no idea that she was so obsessed with this species.

He said in a low voice: "Here it comes."

He turned around and went back to his room.

Suddenly, he saw a black spot moving in his peripheral vision, and he subconsciously turned around to look.

"Junior brother, Qianhe is here, go out and greet him."

In the sunlight, something like metal seemed to reflect a dazzling light, and Lin Jiu couldn't help but squint.

He put his hand on his forehead and looked over.

Wow, he is worthy of being a prince. This coffin is made of either gold or copper.

No wonder, the tire tracks in the distance are indeed too deep, they must be quite heavy.

From a distance, he could see Qianhe directing several of his apprentices to push a cart carrying a coffin forward.

However, the wheel seemed to be stuck in a hole. No matter how hard they pushed the car, it only shook slightly but did not move forward at all.

Lin Jiu sighed and said:

The money that Junior Brother Qianhe earned was hard-earned.

While thinking, he hurried downstairs, called Qiu Sheng and Jia Le, and together with Simu, walked towards the shaking coffin.

Before he even got there, Lin Jiu heard a feminine voice complaining:

"Oh, are you guys capable of this? Da, Er, San, put the little prince down and why don't you go and help? If anything happens to the coffin, you'll be in trouble."

Lin Jiu took a few steps closer and saw the man twisting his handkerchief and waving it at Qianhe. "Of course, if anything goes wrong, you won't get paid!"

Qianhe and several of his disciples had been running around for more than half a month and were already exhausted.

It was summer now, and the sun was so hot that he felt dizzy. He couldn't help but swallow his saliva through his cracked lips to relieve his extremely dry throat.

He looked up at his sweaty disciples and felt a little sorry.

So he bowed to the master of this group of people - the young prince sitting in the sedan chair, wanting to rest for a while, and several familiar figures appeared in his sight.

His eyes lit up, and he quickly pushed Minister Wu away and waved at those people.

"Brother! You've arrived just in time, come and lend a hand!"

Several followers immediately drew their swords to protect the young prince. Minister Wu also retreated to the young prince, half covering his mouth with a handkerchief, and looked at them with a vigilant look:

"Master, how many of them are they?"

Qianhe: "They are my two senior brothers and my master's two disciples."

As they were talking, Lin Jiu and his group arrived in front of Qianhe.

Lin Jiu patted Qianhe's shoulder and sighed:

"Junior brother, long time no see, you seem to have lost a lot of weight."

Simu stroked his chin and walked around the coffin, which looked like it was worth a lot of money, thinking to himself:

"Aristocrats are aristocrats, even the materials used in their coffins are so particular! But why the plumb line? Could it be that the corpse inside is about to turn into a zombie?"

He thought again, the job his junior brother had taken was really difficult. If it was an ordinary person's corpse, and it turned into a zombie, he could just burn it and be done with it.

However, this is the prince's corpse. Even if it turns into a corpse, whether it can be burned or not is not something that small people like them can decide.

Just as he was lost in thought, Qian Heyi's disciple called out to him joyfully, then quickly pointed to the coffin sunk in the mud and said:

"Uncle Master, please lend a hand. We've been pushing for a long time, but the wheel is getting deeper and deeper into the ground."

Simu immediately rolled up his sleeves and raised an eyebrow at Qianhe, who had just finished greeting Lin Jiu and looked over. "No problem, Junior Brother, I'll help you this time. Remember you owe me a meal!"

Qian He smiled and was about to agree when Lin Jiu walked slowly towards Simu with his hands behind his back, glared at him secretly, and scolded him in a low voice, "Tsk, you bargain for something you do."

Jiale was younger, and seeing his master being humiliated, he couldn't help but burst out laughing.

He had just laughed a few times when Simu slapped him lightly in the face.

If Simu can’t discipline Lin Jiu, can he discipline his apprentice?

He gritted his teeth, then said to Jiale with a forced smile, "Master really loves you to death. Still laughing?! Go back and push!"

Seeing Lin Jiu present, Jia Le knew that his master would not really beat him, so he shrugged indifferently, acted innocent, put his arm around Qiu Sheng's shoulder, and walked behind the coffin.

Just when everyone finally rescued the coffin from the mud pit, three more people came over from a distance.

Jingzhi rushed towards Lin Jiu, who was brushing the dust off his clothes.

"Ajiu! Why haven't you come back for so long? The fish soup is about to burn!"

Simu stuck his head out from behind the coffin and said, "I see you're in a hurry to drink!"

Jingzhi stuck out her tongue at him, then took Lin Jiu's right hand and shook it.

Lin Jiu didn't say anything, but just patted her hand to comfort her and smiled at her gently.

It was the first time that Qianhe saw Lin Jiu looking so friendly, and he was a little surprised.

However, he was considered to be the calmest among his fellow disciples, so he did not ask many questions. He just nodded towards Jingzhi as a greeting.

"Brother Daoist, corpses are yin. Why don't you remove the tent roof and let the coffin bask in the sun? This will help balance yin and yang and make it harder for the corpse to rise."

Hearing the familiar voice, Jingzhi looked back.

It is Master Ikkyu.

At this moment, he and Jingjing had already walked behind her.

When Minister Wu heard the word "corpse", he couldn't help but feel goosebumps all over his body. He crossed his arms and stroked them, then looked up at the scorching sun. He felt that what the monk said made sense, so he sent his followers to dismantle the tent roof.

Lin Jiu stepped forward and raised his hand to stop him, "Sir, wait a minute."

Minister Wu gave him a strange look and asked, "What do you have to say?"

Lin Jiu pointed to the sky and said:

"The ink line loses its effectiveness once it touches water. The clouds are moving quickly today, and there may be a sudden downpour. Please reconsider, sir."

Although Minister Wu's mother was a mother, she was still willing to listen to what he said. Moreover, Lin Jiu had a righteous look on his face, which made him seem convincing.

He frowned and thought for a while, then walked to the front to ask the young prince for his opinion.

The young prince said: "Listen to them. Also, let's set up camp and rest for a while. I'm tired."

Minister Wu replied yes, turned around and quickly asked his followers to set up tents on the spot.

Simu saw that they were busy, so he pulled Qianhe's sleeve and walked towards his house.

"Junior brother, have a meal before you leave. Jiale has already prepared the meal for you!"

Qianhe leaned back and pulled back his sleeves. "Brother, I think I'd better stay here. I'm afraid things will change. You saw it too..."

As he spoke, he quietly pointed to the coffin not far away.

Simu's expression was no longer frivolous, but rather serious. "Forget it, I'll ask Jiale to bring the food over to you. If you need any help, you know where my house is."

Qianhe smiled at him gratefully, "Thank you in advance, Senior Brother. I will definitely treat you to a meal when the sky changes!"

Before leaving, Lin Jiu said to him:

"Better safe than sorry. You'd better ask them to put up a tent for the coffin. A tent alone isn't safe. The terrain here is flat, and a gust of wind could blow the rain onto the coffin."

Qianhe has always respected Lin Jiu. He nodded in agreement and turned to discuss with Minister Wu.

Jingzhi walked slowly holding Lin Jiu's hand, and looked back at the dark golden coffin that was slowly being pushed into the tent.

"Ajiu, ink line, last time I saw Master Ren's coffin bounce, the people inside, no, the corpses inside, are not going to turn into zombies, right?"

Lin Jiu nodded, "Although Qianhe is my junior brother, his Taoism skills are very advanced and he will never do anything without a purpose."

He recalled the news he had heard recently, and then slowly explained to Jingzhi:

"I heard that the prince died on the battlefield, leaving the young prince alone. The young prince is still young, and surrounded by wolves. After the prince's death, there is a high probability that he will have resentment, or even die with regrets. If he can't swallow this anger, the probability of him turning into a zombie is very high."

Hearing him say this, Jingzhi turned around and looked at the gloomy little prince sitting in the sedan chair.

Pitiful.

The child's face had a sense of maturity that his peers did not have. She thought that it might be because his father died and he had no choice but to put on the armor.

She said to Jiale, "Please prepare some fish soup for the little prince. He's still growing."

Simu was a little surprised: "You are willing to give up this?"

Jingzhi: "What are you reluctant to give up?"

She frowned and thought about her childhood. After her father died and her mother went crazy, it was difficult for her to even drink fish soup. She knew that this was the darkest period in her life.

"It's just a bowl of fish soup. Jiu will make it for me later, okay?"

She smiled at Lin Jiu beside her.

Lin Jiu nodded. He never regretted what he promised.

Jingzhi looked at the white clouds floating in the sky, feeling a little confused.

"Ajiu, you just said it would rain, is that true?"

Simu, with an expression that said, "You've found a treasure," said with a sigh of relief, "My senior brother is also an expert at observing the celestial phenomena. If he says it's going to rain, it will definitely rain!"

Jingzhi: I can’t believe this Taoist priest Simu is actually a senior brother!

Jingzhi suddenly remembered something and slapped his forehead:

"Oh no, Jiu, our quilts are still hanging out to dry. Go back and collect them! Go, go, go!"

……

Sure enough, around five or six o'clock, the wind started to get stronger and brought with it a hint of moisture.

The sky was no longer filled with orange clouds, but was covered with dark, dense clouds.

Jingzhi looked at the dark clouds that were so low that they seemed about to fall, and felt inexplicably nervous.

"Ajiu, it looks like the rain is going to be heavy. Will they be okay?"

Lin Jiu stopped writing, carefully checked the half-written banquet guest list, and then turned to look at the tents on the lawn not far away.

"...Let me draw some talismans."