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A train departing from Shanghai, puffing out white smoke, churning and puffing as it waits for passengers to be fed.

A girl with braided pigtails, wearing a light blue dress and carrying a suitcase, was saying goodbye to her relatives and friends who had come to see her off.

The mother instructed, "Be careful when you go out; don't think you're at home."

"Understood." The girl nodded.

The woman next to him said, "I heard that Boss Tan and Boss Zhang have a good relationship. Why didn't you ask him to help introduce you?"

The girl with braided pigtails stuck out her tongue: "I was a step too late. Boss Tan did stay here a couple of days ago, but he left this morning."

"With things in chaos right now, please be careful on the road."

"Okay, don't worry~"

The family watched the girl with braided hair board the train, and waved goodbye to her after the train started moving.

The girl sitting by the window was organizing the documents in her hands.

She was compiling an article, which included a section on "Demon-Catching Masters." After inquiring around, she discovered that there was one name that could not be ignored, whether in the martial arts world or the so-called supernatural world that could catch demons—Tan Wenjie.

It is said that this person inherited a fortune of millions at a young age. He was a landlord's son who did not study hard when he was young, but later he turned over a new leaf. He not only exercised his body and learned all kinds of knowledge, but also developed his business rapidly, expanding his landlord family, which could only be confined to a corner, into a business empire that was as rich as a country.

It not only spans its own country, but also has trade relations with more than a dozen other countries around the world.

Colleagues who also write articles at the news agency commented that Tan Wenjie is very lucky, often turning misfortune into good fortune. His business decisions are often incomprehensible, but a thorough investigation of his business operations reveals that even if one of his business decisions results in a loss, he will immediately make up for it with another profitable one.

Such an extraordinary person, yet he lives a secluded life in a remote corner, seemingly uninterested in the colorful life outside.

"Whether you're a fraud or truly capable, I'm sure I can expose your secrets this time!" She held a letter of introduction in her hand, still feeling a little uneasy.

Because the big shot she could get in touch with, Boss Zhang Dadan, admitted that he used to be a coachman for Tan Wenjie.

The train chugged along, and her body swayed gently with it as she drifted off to sleep.

In her dream, she found herself drifting away from the train, floating into the clouds, where a row of horse-drawn carriages were moving forward on the clouds.

Are the immortals on a trip?

The curtain of one of the carriages was lifted, revealing a handsome male face: "Soul leaving the body?"

"what?"

"Go back." He waved his hand.

An invisible force swept over her, and when the girl came to her senses, she found herself sitting by the window. The dream had left her drenched in sweat, but otherwise nothing had changed.

The strangest thing is that she can remember every detail of her dream, including the flag hanging on the carriage of the immortals, which has the character "Tan" written on it.

The train chugged along, moving forward.

……

Tan Family Town, Tan Family Mansion.

Tan Wenjie, slumped in the armchair, enjoyed Shen Yu's massage while tilting his head to wait for Jingjing to pop a peeled grape into his mouth.

Turning around, I saw Nianying already holding mouthwash, smiling and waiting.

Even the gods wouldn't trade this carefree and joyful life for it. Wait, I'm already a god, so I can enjoy double the happiness.

After the army finished expressing their loyalty, Tan Wenjie did not hesitate to reciprocate.

He flipped his hand and took out a kerosene lamp, casually tossing it to Dajun: "Keep this for your own safety."

The magic lamp that was obtained from the zombie Empress Dowager Cixi was inhabited by a genie whose abilities were no less than Uncle Nine's. However, after Tan Wenjie gained the ability to bestow divine titles, the lamp's existence became useless.

Anything conjured at will is more powerful than that of a genie.

The army took the magic lamp, and the next moment, amidst swirling smoke, the genie appeared.

The two sides looked at each other in bewilderment.

They showed no dissatisfaction whatsoever; on the contrary, they quickly expressed their gratitude, considering the gifts from the immortals as blessings.

"Ah Jie, what do you suggest we do about that?" Caiyi asked.

“Not decisive enough,” Tan Wenjie said. “Too sluggish.”

Dajun, standing to the side: "..."

You ride your flying swords into the sky, swish, swish, swish, and kill people, then turn around and run away. I bet no one in the world would expect that the killer is Caiyi. Isn't that a sure thing?

“They might be cursed to death in the future.” Tan Wenjie sat up straight and said with a frown, “The priests and witches are quite capable. Even if they can’t kill people, they can still disgust them. We still have to uproot them completely.”

"Roots?" Caiyi gestured. "Sinking island?"

Dajun: "..."

I don't even know what I was listening to. Just standing there, my body started to tremble.

Dajun couldn't hear what they said next; he only felt a buzzing in his ears.

Only after the genie gently nudged Dajun's shoulder and woke him up did he realize what was happening.

A terrifying aura spread through the courtyard.

Nine unique dragons pull a chariot.

The genie whispered a reminder: "Get on the bus."

Upon reaching the carriage, the genie bowed to the nine dragons, repeatedly saying, "I'm sorry." He was just a minor wild god; how could he compare to the Nine Dragons Carriage? He felt his fate was not strong enough, and sitting on it would diminish his blessings and shorten his lifespan.

The army followed and boarded the Kowloon Carriage, where they saw the ladies already gathered around several tables.

Bai Rourou asked, "Dajun, I heard you're good at playing cards?"

The army immediately regained consciousness.

"Yes, ma'am!"

Back in the day, I gambled against the God of Gamblers and clashed with the Knight of Gamblers, invincible in the casinos... It turns out even gods like to play cards. Without my army at the card table, the gambling world would be plunged into eternal darkness. I'm destined for greatness!
After Tan Wenjie had arranged for everyone to leave, a maidservant came to remind him that there was a phone call.

He went to the study and picked up the phone.

"Hello, who is it?"

"Uncle-Master, didn't we agree to watch a play together and preach together?" It was Four Eyes' voice on the other end of the phone.

"coming."

When Tan Wenjie came out of the study, he found Yue Qiluo, who treated paper-cutting as her job, kneeling on the ground, trembling.

The aura that the Kowloon Carriage had just unleashed rendered it unable to move.

If the other party hadn't suddenly been so frightened today, Tan Wenjie would have almost forgotten that there was such a person in his household.

“Little Luo,” Tan Wenjie said.

"Master." Yue Qiluo's edges had been smoothed out, and now she only wanted to survive.

"When one attains enlightenment, even his chickens and dogs ascend to heaven." Although one may be a heretic or evil person, as long as one can cling to a powerful figure, one might be able to join the ranks of immortals when the whole family ascends to heaven in the future.

"Go out more often when you have free time, don't stay home all the time, you'll get bored."

Yue Qiluo: "Yes."

Other righteous people feared her like a tiger, but the man in front of her didn't take her seriously at all. The gap between them was so great that she couldn't even see it herself.

The next moment, Tan Wenjie vanished in a flash.

In Renjia Town, the stage has already been set up.

Uncle Nine, Four Eyes, Qianhe and others had already arrived. When they saw Tan Wenjie arrive, their eyes lit up as if they had seen a piece of fat meat.

Listening to opera is a minor matter; preaching is the major matter.

Four-Eyes Uncle Nine and the others knew that this was a rare opportunity. Being close to the source, they knew they had a better chance of success. As long as they learned more from Tan Wenjie, becoming an immortal was just around the corner.

However, there was one person in this group who was not a cultivator.

"Son-in-law," Mr. Ren walked over, "you and Tingting have been married for a while now, when are you planning to have a child?"

After the marriage alliance with the Tan family, the Ren family prospered, but for Master Ren, having more descendants was still more important.

The Tan family is extremely wealthy, so they not only want to have children, but they want to have many children.

"Having a baby?"

Considering his own situation, Tan Wenjie believed that with his current magical powers and supernatural abilities, any child he gave birth to would surely have an extraordinary destiny.

However, because she is so powerful, it's not easy for her to have a child; it all depends on fate.

"It'll be ready soon, we're getting ready."

The drums and gongs sound, the opera is about to begin.

……

A soft rustling sound filled the air as the grass swayed.

A Taoist priest with a long beard was squatting in front of a tomb with two disciples.

Looking down into the excavated tomb, all was pitch black. The long-bearded Taoist lit a yellow talisman and tossed it into the hole. He waited for the flickering flame to fall before letting out a long sigh: "Go down into the cave!"

The two apprentices looked at each other.

"Which of us should go?"

"It was me last time, and it was me the time before that. It's your turn this time, isn't it?"

"mora."

"I keep losing, it's not fair."

"Ah Qiang, you may leave," said the long-bearded Taoist.

Ah Qiang said with a bitter face, "Master, why is it me again?"

“You’re thin, so Ah Chi and I can pull you.”

Achi chuckled to himself, "I told you long ago that eating more is good for you."

"I'll do it, I'll do it." A-Qiang wrapped the rope around his waist, tied it, and then crawled headfirst into the tomb.

The master and apprentice who remained on top started chatting idly.

"Master, do you think that thing we encountered the day before yesterday was the Zombie King?"

"He can understand human speech, knows magic, and is cunning; he has already gained wisdom." The long-bearded Taoist nodded. "He is probably the legendary Zombie King Xuan Kui."

Achi asked in confusion, "What? The Zombie King has a title?"

"Reputations are earned through ruthless killing and extraordinary abilities. Only zombies with unparalleled skills can become zombie kings. The fact that the three of us, master and disciples, were able to escape this calamity is entirely due to the blessing of God."

"We dig up graves every day, how can God protect us?" Achi curled his lip, not believing his master's nonsense at all.

The long-bearded Taoist tapped his disciple Achi on the back of the head with a finger: "What do you know? We've burned plenty of incense, spent a lot of money, and offered most of our earnings to Heaven. Of course, it's Heaven's blessing."

"Ouch!" Achi rubbed the back of his head and cried out in pain.

"Master, do you think there's anyone in this world who can kill the Zombie King?"

"Of course there is. There is a person in the Spirit Realm who is not only highly respected, but also young, and he has already killed one."

Who is it?

"Tan Wenjie".

"Oh—!" Achi suddenly realized, "I've heard of it. It's said that he's incredibly wealthy and has boundless magical powers."

The long-bearded Taoist nodded: "He killed one of them back then. Everyone in the entire Spirit Realm knew about it. It was said that the thousand-year-old zombie king could fly, regenerate limbs, and was impossible to kill."

"How could he kill it if he couldn't kill it no matter what?" Achi expressed his doubts. "Could it be a false rumor? Maybe he spent a lot of money to hire a lot of thugs, and after killing the zombie, he took all the credit for himself."

"Of course not." The long-bearded Taoist glared at his disciple. "That's the Zombie King. If your skill isn't high enough, no matter how many people come, they're just asking for death. His men are nothing but a bunch of good-for-nothings... Besides, he's in charge of everything, killing any zombies he finds. Too many people have seen his abilities; there's no faking it."

"Isn't this a good thing?" Achi wondered.

"He's not short of money. If he kills all the zombies, what will we kill? How will we make a living?"

Achi: "..."

That makes perfect sense; it turns out there's a conflict of economic interests between them.

Suddenly, my admiration for this Taoist priest I had never met turned into some hostility.

“The Zombie King Xuan Kui is incredibly powerful and exceptionally intelligent. Even if Tan Wenjie really comes, he probably won’t be a match for it.” The long-bearded Taoist narrowed his eyes. “It would be best if this zombie were severely weakened and kept quiet for a few years.”

Achi held the rope with both hands, lifted his right leg and gently scratched his left calf: "Master, I have a feeling you're up to no good."

“We’re not some prestigious sect!” the long-bearded Taoist said. “We need to inform Tan Wenjie as soon as possible about the discovery of the Zombie King Xuan Kui. Hopefully, he won’t actually die by then.”

"Why?" Achi didn't understand.

Ah Chi thought to himself: How can he want Tan Wenjie to suffer on one hand, but not on the other hand, he doesn't want him to die?

"There is a reward. As long as the information is true, Tan Wenjie will get at least one hundred silver dollars after he kills the zombie king. It is said that one thousand silver dollars is nothing to him."

"hiss--!"

The rope suddenly tightened.

"coming!"

The master and apprentice pulled together, tugging on the rope, and slowly pulled Ah Qiang up from the cave.

"Huff—!" Ah Qiang plopped down on the ground, panting heavily.

"How is it?" Achi asked.

"I'm rich! I have gold teeth!"

"Wow! We've struck it rich!"

Looking at the row of gold teeth, the three masters and disciples were filled with joy. However, they did not notice that in the shadows where the moonlight could not reach, a cold figure was quietly watching this scene.

The figure did not charge out, but instead quietly followed.

The three of them sold the gold tooth, lived a carefree life, and then wrote and sent out another letter.

Under the cover of night, the figure killed the postman, stole the letter, and fled.

He ran his thick, dark fingernails through the letter, revealing the address of Tanjia Town written on the outside.

Instead of waiting passively for something to happen, it's better to launch a preemptive strike and gain the upper hand.

……

It was late at night.

The night watchman had just walked down the long street with the warning, "The weather is dry, be careful with fire."

A stiff, upright figure skipped over the patrol team and arrived at the entrance of the Tan residence.

"Crack!"

Lightning flashed across the night sky, illuminating the gates of the Tan residence and the faces of the visitors.

With a blue face and fangs, dressed in the robes of an upright official, he raised his arms high, his ten fingers with long, bluish-black fingernails.

“Roar…” A deep roar came from its throat, like that of a lion.

Without any visible effort from his feet, his body had already risen into the air, attempting to scale the walls of the Tan residence.

"Crack!"

It was as if a round dome descended from above, an invisible barrier completely blocking him and sending him flying.

Upon landing, the blue-faced, fanged figure convulsed, its body surface covered in electric arcs, accompanied by billowing black smoke.

"Roar!" he roared, his body levitating straight up.

A monk in a long robe walked out of the courtyard, hiccuping, and looked at the figure behind the door with a puzzled expression: "Who is it?"

Recently, Monk Wuxin and Li Yueya have been living a quiet life at the Tan residence.

They didn't need to do tasks like drawing talismans with blood or exorcising demons and monsters. The Tan family provided food and lodging, and they lived a very comfortable life.

I went out on a whim tonight, and unexpectedly encountered a ferocious creature.

"Roar!"

"Zombies?"

He turned to run, but the zombie saw the door open and someone offering themselves up, and knowing it had a chance, it pounced on him.

The monk Wuxin was grabbed by the arms and unable to move, and then his neck was bitten with a "snap".

"Gudong-"

The zombie sensed something was wrong as soon as it took its first sip of blood.

Why does this blood feel so hot?

"boom!"

A terrifying roar erupted from his abdominal cavity, and his body was thrown back in a parabolic arc, crackling and popping like firecrackers.

Upon landing, the zombie's body was not only convulsing, but its body was also riddled with holes.

With lingering fear, Wuxin touched the gaping hole in her neck where she had been bitten, feeling the wound gradually heal, and quickly closed the door.

It's really not a good thing that someone as heartless as me suddenly decided to go out.

"Help! There's a zombie!"

Zombie: "..."

Its eyes were fixed on the moon in the sky, and it let out a mournful cry.

This is different from the information I overheard. (End of Chapter)