Zombies: Cultivating Immortality at Maoshan, Becoming Stronger by Doing Nothing

"The Lord's decree? I knew it!!"

At that moment, the judge of the underworld was excited.

He knew he would be entrusted with an important task.

Excited, he trembled as he opened the decree. At that moment, he could no longer hide his smile, which stretched all the way to his ears! However, the next moment, his smile froze instantly.

"To make a cultivator from the mortal realm a Yin official in the Yin Money Bureau? Or even a tenth-rank Yin official?"

At that moment, the judge of the underworld looked at it several times in disbelief.

However, he found that he hadn't misread a single word each time he looked at it!

"Wait a minute, it can't be that simple for someone to be favored by the Lord of the Manor! Could it be that this Lin Fengjiao is something special?"

Or perhaps, this person is the successor of the Lord of the Manor?

The judge of the underworld suddenly had a flash of inspiration.

This is not impossible!

Besides, even without these, he would still do this matter well, since it is the first decree issued by the Lord of the Prefecture since taking office.

If I mess this up, I can forget about keeping my position as a messenger in the underworld.

"Have someone from the Underworld bring Lin Fengjiao, a disciple of Maoshan from the mortal realm, to see me!"

Immediately, he spoke directly into the void.

His words left even the Yin General guarding the temple entrance dumbfounded.

He also doubted that he had heard correctly.

Without hesitation, he rushed to the Underworld to find someone.

Of course, the people from the Underworld were also shocked to see that the Underworld Commander was actually looking for a disciple of the Maoshan Sect in the mortal world!

However, the other party was from the underworld, and the people of the underworld dared not offend them. They directly sent an underworld general to the mortal world to lure away Uncle Nine's soul, who was still fast asleep.

Subsequently, amidst a series of reports, Uncle Nine was bewilderedly appointed as a tenth-rank underworld officer in the Underworld Money Bureau.

Even after being returned to the mortuary and waking up, he still hadn't realized what was happening.

However, upon seeing the Yin Money Bureau's Yin Messenger Token that had materialized in his hand, he was instantly overjoyed.

"It must be the blessing of the ancestors that made me a messenger in the Underworld Money Bureau!"

Haha, this time we've struck it rich! We've struck it rich!

Uncle Nine burst into excited laughter.

The laughter woke up Qiu Sheng and Wen Cai next door.

"What's gotten into this master? What kind of 'Underworld Money Bureau' is this?"

Wencai was speechless.

"I guess we were too demanding of our master recently, putting too much pressure on him. Looks like we shouldn't talk about the underworld in front of him anymore!"

Qiu Sheng scratched his head and immediately guessed the reason.

Upon hearing this, Wencai immediately nodded in agreement.

Nothing more was said that night!

“Dong dong dong dong!!”

The next morning, before dawn, the sound of striking a wooden fish came from next door.

Even the Taoist priest Simu, who was still sleeping, was woken up by the noise.

Speechless, he could only turn over and go back to sleep.

"clang!!!"

However, just as he fell asleep, a melodious sound of an iron bowl instantly echoed throughout the entire valley, startling Master Four Eyes so much that he fell off the bed.

"Damn it, you old bald monk, are you ever going to stop? It's so early in the morning, why aren't you sleeping? Everyone else needs to sleep too!"

Master Four Eyes was so angry that he started cursing.

Unfortunately, although his voice was loud, Master Ikkyu next door ignored it and continued chanting Buddhist scriptures.

Finally, the resentment that had been building up for years exploded!

Master Simu took a deep breath, pulled a wooden box from under the bed, and strode aggressively toward the next room.

"Bang!!!!"

With a loud bang, Master Four Eyes kicked open the door and strode inside.

"Master Four Eyes, why are you here so early instead of sleeping? What brings you here to this old monk?" Master Yixiu asked with a smile when he saw the other party's menacing manner.

As for him not knowing Master Four Eyes' purpose? How could that be?

"You old bald monk, you've got guts! Name your price!"

Master Four Eyes looked at the other party's grinning face, snorted coldly, and slammed the wooden box in his hand onto the table.

"What price? What price?"

Master Ikkyu was dumbfounded.

"Hey, how much will it cost you to get out of here? Tell me, how much will it take for you to leave? I've got plenty of money!"

Master Simu opened the box in his hand.

The next moment, rows of gleaming gold bars appeared before the other party's eyes.

Wow, so many gold bars!

Even Master Ikkyu was shocked; the corpse-driving lineage was actually making a lot of money.

"What a pity! This old monk still hopes to retire and pass away here! You should take this money, Master Four Eyes!"

Although the money was generous, Master Ikkyu just smiled and then refused outright!

"You old bald monk, you won't listen to reason, so you'll have to suffer the consequences..."

Master Four Eyes cursed angrily, but halfway through his sentence, his eyes suddenly lit up.

At a glance, I noticed a clay doll next to me that looked exactly like Master Ikkyu.

"Wow, this thing is quite nice. Who made it?"

Master Simu chuckled as he opened the clay figure, revealing Master Yixiu.

"What? Daoist priest likes it? If you like it, then it's yours. Qingqing made it!"

Master Ikkyu said with a smile.

"Hmm, not bad. By the way, since this clay figure is yours, why don't you give me your autograph as a souvenir? Our score is now settled!"

Master Simu, upon hearing this, also spoke with great interest.

"Okay, but this signature isn't very sincere. Let me give you my handprint instead!"

Master Ikkyu laughed upon hearing this, and without suspicion, pressed a handprint onto the canvas with paint.

"Hahaha, not bad, not bad, then I'm leaving, you old bald monk!"

Master Si Mu laughed loudly, then left carrying the wooden box and gold bars.

"This Taoist priest with four eyes actually likes this stuff!"

"Who told you to hit Jiale every day? I'll argue with you every day you hit him, and I'll stop bothering you the day you stop!"

Master Yixiu looked at the back of Master Simu and sneered.

Jia Le was hit, but it hurt even more than it did him; he was definitely going to cause trouble! "Slap!!!"

But at that moment, he suddenly raised his hand and slapped himself hard across the face! "What happened? Why did I hit myself?"

Master Ikkyu was dumbfounded.

Unfortunately, this is just the beginning.

The next moment, his body moved uncontrollably toward the table, then he picked up the large iron bowl from the ground and slammed it hard against his head.

"crotch!!!"

Instantly, a metallic clang echoed throughout the valley.

"Ah! My head!!"

Then came another piercing scream from Master Ikkyu.

The iron bowl in his hand was smashed to pieces.

It was obvious that Master Four Eyes had long disliked this iron bowl.

Then, out of control, Master Ikkyu began a brutal and inhumane self-torture.

The screams quickly woke Qingqing, who was still sleeping. She rushed out and immediately saw Master Ikkyu rolling on the ground.

At this moment, Master Ikkyu was bruised and swollen, and his head had been cracked open!

"Master, what's wrong, Master!"

This scene instantly brought tears to Qingqing's eyes.

"Qingqing, quick, quick, give me garlic! Give me all the garlic!"

Upon seeing Qingqing, Master Yixiu excitedly spoke immediately.

"Okay master!"

Without hesitation, Qingqing jumped up and took all the garlic cloves off the roof beam, then stuffed them into Master Ikkyu's mouth.

"laugh!!!"

As the evil energy from the garlic entered the body, a stream of evil energy was drawn out from Master Ikkyu's body.

"Finally, I'm free!"

Master Ikkyu finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"Master, who is it that harmed you? They are so wicked."

Qingqing asked angrily.

"It must be Master Four Eyes! Let's go, let's get revenge!"

Master Yixiu was also furious. The other party actually used such a despicable method to deal with him, which was a disgrace to Maoshan. He was also careless and never expected the other party to be so shameless.

After all, using such evil magic to harm people is the work of evil practitioners. But one must accumulate karma for it.

After saying that, he took out a doll and a Soul-Capturing Mirror and walked towards Master Four Eyes' house.

A few minutes later, screams of agony came from Master Simu's house.

Half an hour later, it was dawn.

"That was such a comfortable sleep!!!"

Ling Yan Yan, who had just returned from the underworld last night, had also woken up!

However, when he arrived at the living room, he found it in complete disarray, and Master Ikkyu was frantically drinking sesame oil while hugging a fish tank.

"Holy crap, what happened to my senior brother?"

Ling Yanyan was stunned!

To prevent himself from being disturbed by Master Ikkyu, he directly added an isolation array to his room!

Not only was the noise blocked out, but Jia Le's cries for help went unheard! "Junior brother, you've finally come! Help me!"

Upon seeing Ling Yanyan, the Four-Eyed Taoist, who was heavily pregnant and barely clinging to life, suddenly seemed to have a moment of lucidity before death and reached out his hand to Ling Yanyan.

"Uncle-Master, you've finally arrived! Master played a trick on the Grandmaster and got punished by him. Please save him!"

Jia Le, with a pained expression, hurriedly begged Ling Yan Yan for help!

"Well, you two are really something, you got into a fight like this without me even noticing!"

"Boom!!!"

Ling Yan Yan also speechlessly stretched out his right hand and unleashed a burst of wood spirit power.

As the power of the Wood Spirit flowed into Master Four Eyes' body, his injuries were rapidly healed.

The sesame oil in his belly quickly deflated.

"brush!!!"

The next moment, Master Four Eyes sprang up from the ground with great energy.

"Jiale, bring me your sword! I'm going to fight that old bastard to the death!"

Master Simu cursed angrily.

"Huh? Master, forget it! You're no match for the Grandmaster!"

Upon hearing Master Simu's words, Jiale spoke honestly.

"Nonsense! With my junior brother around, how could I, as his senior brother, be bullied by him?"

Master Simu was immediately displeased upon hearing this.

"Don't drag me into this! Jiale already said that you were the one who provoked them first!"

Ling Yanyan quickly distanced himself from the matter, saying he wouldn't get involved in this mess.

"Seriously, junior brother? Aren't you going to help?"

Master Simu was dumbfounded.

"Don't even mention me, no one else would help either. Tell me, if it were my senior brother, would he help?"

Ling Yanyan spoke up indifferently.

Upon hearing this, Master Four Eyes deflated.

"Sigh, Jiale, look how miserable your master is! I can't sleep well every day, and I get bullied by that old bald monk. Even my junior brother won't help me!"