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Chapter 308: Uncle Master

With the copper coins left by the master as the core and other Five Emperors' coins added, a mask was woven with copper wire and hung on Nintendo's face with a jingling sound.

The exposed upper half of his face was dark blue and his eye sockets were purple.

Although his eyes were closed, the violent corpse qi surging inside seemed to be able to penetrate his eyelids.

An old pure black cloak completely covered the corpse, making it even more mysterious and weird.

"Wow! What a fierce zombie!"

When Master Simu saw it, he couldn't help but let out a cry of surprise, then quickly walked forward and looked around Nintendo.

"Tsk tsk, this corpse aura is so thick that I can see it even without using my magical eyes. Was he the one who snatched the client away just now?"

Hong Chen looked at Nintendo with satisfaction and nodded, "It's him."

Simu's eyebrows twitched: "You can handle such a fierce zombie?"

Hong Chen smiled implicitly.

"You are really amazing!" Simu patted his shoulders and praised him a few times, then suddenly laughed: "But it's good this way, the more powerful you are, the more hope there is for Maoshan."

Taoist Simu could see that Hong Chen had a secret, and judging from his strength, it must be a big secret. But as a veteran, he would not be so curious about other people's secrets that he would go to great lengths to explore them, even if the other person was a junior from the same sect.

He only needs to know that Hong Chen is one of his own and that he has a righteous heart.

Hong Chen: A little bit of evil shouldn’t be a big deal, right?

Then, Taoist Simu turned around and checked on the client. The inspection of a dead body was of course much simpler, mainly to see if the bones were broken or if there were any obvious wounds on the face.

Seeing that he was fine, Taoist Simu nodded, carried the client back to the team, and looked at Nintendo again: "This zombie..."

"Uncle Master, can you let him follow behind?"

"Yes." After a pause, he continued, "The Maoshan Sect also has a school that practices corpse refining and corpse raising, but this school no longer has any orthodox successors, and their classics are scattered among the various branches."

Taoist Simu seems careless, but he is actually very meticulous, and Hong Chen’s purpose is not difficult to guess.

Corpse refining was once one of the orthodox traditions of Maoshan, but the art of corpse refining may not be evil, but the complexity and changeability of human hearts need no elaboration.

Compared with the gradual process of orthodox corpse refining, the use of some evil methods or more radical approaches can obviously greatly increase the speed of corpse refining, and even directly increase the quality of corpse refining.

Once someone can't suppress loneliness, the corpse-refining technique will become a bad thing along with the person who uses it.

Maoshan is the pillar of the righteous path and naturally will not tolerate its disciples to act so wantonly and presumptuous, so it is not surprising that the corpse-refining school is gradually disappearing.

"I have a few books related to corpse refining. You can take a good look at them later. But I have to remind you of a few things." Uncle Simu leaned down and his expression became extremely serious.

Hong Chen nodded: "Master, just keep talking, I will listen carefully."

Uncle Simu was quite satisfied with his attitude. He smiled and said, "Corpse refining is not an evil technique. Long ago, it was not uncommon for a Maoshan Taoist priest to have a zombie that he raised himself. So, even if you want to learn, your master, I, and even the elders in the sect will not stop you. But you must always remember that corpse refining cannot be done with evil methods.

Although I can't tell how strong you are, I think you have already surpassed me, so there is no need for you to take shortcuts. Just follow the steps. Although the speed will be slower, it will not affect your impression in the eyes of others.

Ah Chen, you have a bright future ahead of you, so don't go astray."

Hearing these heartfelt words, Hong Chen felt warm in his heart.

He raised his hands and bowed: "Disciple always remembers the teachings of Uncle Master, and will never forget!"

Looking at his well-behaved actions, Master Simu couldn't help but sigh again. How could a teacher not love a disciple who was both capable and polite? Thinking of the brat at home, he couldn't help but feel itchy again.

"Okay, get up. Don't rush to tell your master about this. Wait until I tell him first, then you can tell him."

Uncle Jiu is a bit stubborn and old-fashioned, and Uncle Simu is probably afraid that he won't be able to fully accept it for a while.

But Hong Chen was very confident and said bluntly: "Uncle Master, don't worry about me. I believe Master will understand."

As Uncle Jiu's favorite disciple, Hong Chen has every reason to believe that Uncle Jiu will understand and support his approach.

As long as Hong Chen doesn't let Nintendo go out to suck blood and kill people, Uncle Jiu will definitely not interfere with his actions.

Hearing this, Master Simu thought about it and then felt relieved: "You are right, then you can take the initiative to tell your master about this matter. If he has any opinions at that time, Master will help you explain it."

"Okay, thank you, uncle!"

The matter came to an end and the two set off immediately.

I don’t know if it’s an illusion, but with Nintendo at the end of the team, it feels like the customers are much more powerful and are on their way a lot faster.

Time passed quickly and it was evening.

On the winding mountain road, just after turning a bend, we ran into a team of three people.

"Brother?" Taoist Simu was stunned for a moment. A middle-aged man wearing a gray robe covered with grease and dust turned his head and frowned the moment he saw Simu. His expression was somewhat disgusted and distant, and he said in a bad tone: "Is it you?"

Two young men followed behind him, one of them looked very lively, and the other one looked honest, but the gleam in his eyes showed that he was not a content person.

With the other party's behavior like this, Taoist Simu naturally didn't want to use his warm face to stick to the other party's cold butt. He curled his lips and said, "Senior Brother Mamadi, long time no see."

She looked him up and down, picking her nose and saying contemptuously, "It's been a long time, I thought you were dead, but you look pretty energetic now!"

Taoist Simu's face twitched, he turned his head and rolled his eyes, then said: "I am indeed very energetic. It seems that senior brother is very busy, so I will not disturb you any more. Let's say goodbye here and see you later!" He stepped to the side, ready to lead the team to make a detour.

Unexpectedly, Mom suddenly reached out to stop him.

Simu suddenly stopped and took a step back because he saw the unknown substance on Mama's fingers.

Even Hong Chen, who was sitting on the chair next to the zombie's shoulder, couldn't help but put on a mask of pain.

"Brother! Can't you...can't you pay attention to your personal hygiene?" They turned their heads away, unable to bear to look at him any longer.

Mami must have heard this kind of thing too many times, so he didn't react at all. He rubbed two fingers together, flicked them lightly, and said, "Is it okay?"

His eyes and lips were tightly closed, and he nodded even with his breathing cautiously.

He glanced anxiously at the line of customers behind him.

Hong Chen was going to call for help, but he didn't know that this uncle ignored him, so he gave up. Well, among the many brothers in the sect, everyone respected the eldest brother Shi Jian the most. Besides the eldest brother, the one that Mom hated the most was Uncle Jiu, because other brothers might not dare to say much to him due to the order of seniority, but Uncle Jiu didn't care about these things, and he would lecture him every time he saw him.

The scene before my eyes can be described as hating the whole family.

Soon, Mom saw a unique zombie at the end of the team.

He frowned at first, but then shook his head.

In his opinion, although this zombie was covered by a cloak, the corpse gas floating outside the body was completely incomparable to Nintendo.

"When did this kid Simu become so powerful that he could even subdue such a ferocious zombie?" Doubts arose in her heart, but her mother, who was good at saving her face, did not continue to ask.

Retracting his gaze, he asked directly: "Junior brother, did you encounter a zombie on your way here?"

As soon as these words were spoken, Taoist Simu's heart was immediately moved.

"What zombie?" He remained calm.

Having lost a client, she was too embarrassed to explain. She just laughed and said, "There have been zombies here lately. It's a mess. As a disciple of Maoshan, I have to get rid of them for the people. Since you didn't see it, forget it. Go away!"

"Brother, do you want me to help you find it?"

"No need, it will just take me a little while, go ahead!"

After saying that, he winked at the two disciples behind him and walked away on his own initiative.

After passing each other, Taoist Simu breathed a sigh of relief silently and glanced at Hong Chen.

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Simu rolled his eyes at him unhappily, rang the Sanqing Bell and continued on his way.

After walking several miles, Simu suddenly asked him, "Ah Chen, that zombie is most likely a client that Brother has lost. This situation will probably damage the reputation of Maoshan. Have you thought about how to solve it?"

Hong Chen smiled and said, "Uncle Master, don't worry. I've already thought about it. Do you remember the last time we were preparing to take a bath by the lake?"

Thinking of himself stripping naked in front of two girls, Simu suddenly felt a little embarrassed: "Stinky boy, why did you bring that up?"

"Uncle Master, you don't know that one of the two girls mentioned that her grandfather died in a foreign land, and she asked a Taoist priest from our Maoshan to help send him back. Calculating the time, it must be Master Mamadi. Now that we know who the owner is, I will give him the Nintendo clothes and hat when we get there later."

"Hmm?" Simu frowned.

Hong Chen said in time: "Uncle Master, look at Nintendo's current situation. Even if his family arranges for his burial, he will come out sooner or later. So either we build a cenotaph directly, or we build a cenotaph after destroying Nintendo. Instead of that, it's better to let me make use of it."

"But...what if Senior Brother Mama finds out later..."

"Master, you're worrying too much. Master Mamadi saw Nintendo just now, but I guess he didn't even connect the current Nintendo with his clients."

Besides, even if Mom found out, what could she do to him?

Although Hong Chen is Mamadi's nephew, he will not tolerate Mamadi putting on airs in front of him without any bottom line. In short, even if Mamadi wants to inspect, Hong Chen will never let him do so.

When it comes to strength, Mamadi, who is always sneaky and unhygienic, can't even catch up with the taillights of Master Simu.

"Well, that's fine. You can go and talk to that girl later. You can't ruin the reputation of Maoshan no matter what."

"I know, don't worry, uncle!"

(End of this chapter)