I am against feudal superstition, so I light incense on my midnight rice!

Chapter 68: Zhao Duan’s master, the Vajra corpse appears!

Deep in the sorrowful mountains, in a dark and damp rock cave, the entrance was suddenly pushed open by messy vines and thorns, and dim light entered the cave, making it look even more eerie and spooky.

An old Taoist in a gray robe walked in carrying a broken coffin on his shoulders.

The old Taoist had a hunched body, a gray robe draped loosely on his body, and his cheeks were thin and sallow, like a candle shrouded in haze.

In the deep eye sockets, a pair of eyes flashed with a cold light. There was a faint evil smile on the corner of his mouth, revealing a mouthful of incomplete, yellow and black teeth.

His steps were slow and silent as he walked, like a wisp of wandering black smoke, and he exuded a creepy evil aura that frightened people from afar and made them dare not approach.

As I walked into the cave, a chill hit me in the face. The ceiling and walls of the cave were made of rough rocks. Drops of water kept seeping out, dripping down and echoing in the silence.

Something seemed to be quietly wriggling in the corner, and occasionally there was a rustling sound that made people's scalp tingle.

However, the old Taoist didn't care about anything around him. This was where he lived all year round, and he knew how many rats and maggots there were in it.

There was also a bed and a desk inside, which he had arranged into an altar.

"Old Ren, twenty years ago you asked me to find you a good grave. I didn't lie to you. I found you a top-notch cemetery, a Dragonfly-Dipped Water Hole."

"But the old Taoist priest 'accidentally' turned the snow roof into a concrete roof. You wouldn't be able to sleep peacefully anyway, so why not lend the old Taoist priest a hand?"

"Jie Jie Jie~"

The hoarse laughter of the gray-robed old Taoist priest rang out in the cave.

"Bang!" He pushed the broken coffin lid open with one palm, and a corpse that had turned into a corpse came into view.
The old Taoist looked excited, and kept looking at his friend's body with an appreciative eye.

"Green face, fangs, body like diamond, claws like sharp blades, the diamond corpse is ready!!!"

The legendary Vajra Corpse, which is even more powerful than the Corpse Puppet, was actually cultivated by him.

"Old Ren, you are truly amazing. I thought that cultivating a bronze-armored corpse was the limit, but I didn't expect that you could actually cultivate a diamond corpse."

The smile on the old Taoist's face was almost shaped like a chrysanthemum.

"Ah!" Suddenly, the King Kong corpse opened its mouth and spit out a foul-smelling corpse gas.
When the coffin was opened, there were signs of revival.

The old Taoist covered his mouth and nose with his Taoist robe, then took out a slightly damaged intermediate Five Thunder Suppression Talisman and stuck it on the forehead of the Vajra corpse.

As the power of the talisman came into contact with the corpse's qi, it instantly became extremely solid and stuck tightly to the forehead of the Vajra corpse.

The blue talisman flashed, and the Vajra Corpse was suppressed at this moment.

"Hahahaha! As long as I can control this King Kong corpse, I will have the final say in the association!"

The old Taoist's unbridled laughter echoed in the cave.

Ok?
The old Taoist suddenly noticed something. He hurried to the altar and suddenly found that his disciple Zhao Duan’s soul lamp was extinguished.

This soul lamp was specially set up by the old Taoist priest. As long as Zhao Duan is alive and well, the soul lamp will not go out. Once the soul lamp goes out, it means that Zhao Duan is dead.

"Strange! My well-behaved disciple shouldn't die so early. He still has at least half a year to live." The old Taoist was puzzled. "Forget it! Let him die. After I control the Vajra Corpse, I will refine my disciple into a zombie!"

"I hope the funeral home hasn't cremated him yet, otherwise he'll just be turned into a wronged spirit."

The old Taoist set up the soul lamp not because he cared much about his disciple, but because Zhao Duan had a special fate. After his death, he had a lot of resentment and could be refined into a zombie for his use.

This is the reason why the old Taoist accepted Zhao Duan as his disciple.

However, he has now cultivated the Vajra Corpse, so it doesn't matter whether Zhao Duan exists or not.

The old Taoist gathered his mind, produced a peachwood sword, and after preparing the other materials, he stood before the altar, chanting and gesturing with his hands. "Heaven and earth, be kind! The underworld has a path to guide souls. The Three Pure Ones command all evil to flee. I will drive the corpses without stopping. Souls, obey my command and take each step towards home."

"rise!!"

A ray of black light burst out from the peach wood sword in the old Taoist's hand and rushed towards the forehead of the Vajra corpse.

The old Taoist's spiritual energy was drained away, and he lost all his strength in an instant, and collapsed to the ground.

His somewhat cloudy eyes were fixed on the King Kong corpse in front of him.

I saw.

The King Kong Corpse's arms trembled slightly, and then he suddenly raised his hands and swung them fiercely, leaving several deep marks on the rock wall, and then he stopped moving.

"Come here." The old Taoist suppressed his excitement and ordered
The Vajra Corpse walked towards the old Taoist priest step by step with some stiffness, and finally stopped in front of him.

The scene was extremely strange and terrifying.

In fact, the old Taoist was a little nervous. After all, this was a Vajra corpse, which had the same spirituality as a corpse puppet. If he failed to control the Vajra corpse, he, the old Taoist with dried bones, would be dead.

Fortunately, he controlled the King Kong corpse. It was a powerful weapon.

If those guys in the association are rude to him again, he will turn all of them into food for the King Kong Corpse.

Even the president may not be a match for the King Kong Corpse.

"It's time to set off and see how my disciple died. If it was an accident, then it's fine, but if it was a revenge killing, hehehe~"

"Then don't blame the old Taoist King Kong Corpse for being cruel."

The old Taoist's figure became even more hunched. In order to control the Vajra Corpse, all his life's spiritual power was drained. It would take several years for him to recover.

But he has a way to become stronger.

This is his bottom line.

The old Taoist collected some of the magical instruments on the altar, then ordered the Vajra Corpse to smash the altar, and then went to bed alone.

The Vajra Corpse just stood there looking at the old Taoist priest, its black throat actually making the motion of swallowing saliva.

The old Taoist felt a chill down his spine when he saw this deep gaze. After all, this was a Vajra corpse. Even though it was under his control, it still craved blood deep in its heart.

In the cave, only Lao Dao's blood is the most attractive to it.

"Hehe~ Why do you want to eat Lao Dao?"

"I'm your master, and you still dare to have any ideas about me?"

"Go face the wall now."

The old Taoist immediately scolded angrily when he saw this.

The King Kong corpse hesitated for a second or two, then retreated into the shadows and faced the wall.

The old Taoist glanced at the back of the King Kong corpse with a cold gaze.

"Damn it! This King Kong corpse is really hard to control. It hasn't been long since it started to develop a hint of intelligence. If it can suck blood, won't it be even more powerful?"

"Looks like I have to prepare early, to avoid any setbacks down the road!"

(End of this chapter)