The ultimate master in the city

Zhou Fengchen and Zhang Shisan were both taken aback. "Didn't they say he wouldn't wake up until the day after tomorrow?"

Just then, the bald, fat man shuddered, pulled up his shorts, turned around, his eyes widened, and he came running over excitedly, saying, "Brother! We, the two heroes of Buddhism and Taoism, have reunited once again! I knew you wouldn't abandon me!"

Who else could it be but Monk Yuanzhi?

Zhou Fengchen was also quite happy, holding his hands tightly, "Comrade Monk, you've suffered!"

Monk Yuanzhi responded enthusiastically, "The revolution is not yet successful, what is this little hardship!"

"Nonsense!" Zhou Fengchen slapped his hand away, patted his big belly, and said, "You look great. Why are you awake so early?"

"I'm so hot! I struggled to wake up." Monk Yuanzhi wiped the sweat that had inexplicably appeared on his forehead. "Damn it, I've been poisoned by corpse poison. This poison is strange; it's unbearably hot in the middle of winter. Who can cure me?"

"Never mind who it is, how have you been lately? Where were you taken?" Zhou Fengchen asked.

"It's a long story!" Monk Yuanzhi pointed at Zhang Shisan, "This bastard is..."

Zhang Shisan was quite embarrassed. He grabbed the man's hand and said, "Just call me Grandpa. We met in the Bat Cave. My name is Zhang Shisan. Nice to meet you! Nice to meet you!"

"So it's you, my grandson! My Buddhist name is Yuanzhi. It's a pleasure to meet you!" Monk Yuanzhi also grabbed his hand.

Zhou Fengchen waved his hand, "Alright! That's too cheesy, let's go inside and get something to eat!"

The three of them went into Liu Zhenguo's house and asked him to prepare a hot pot of chicken and mutton offal, a dish of peanuts, and two bottles of Laoshan liquor. They found a side room, closed the door, and didn't let anyone else in. It was a pretty good meal on a snowy day.

One of them left first, then, looking at the bubbling, smoking pot, Monk Yuanzhi said with utter indignation, "I'm so damn wronged! That night I fell asleep in the little temple, and I vaguely heard the proprietress talking to someone. When I opened my eyes, I saw five or six men with knives come in. I was terrified and grabbed my weapon to fight back, but unfortunately, they knew martial arts. Four of them knocked me down, tied me up, and even gagged me with duct tape! The other two men grabbed the proprietress..."

The proprietress's mouth was also taped shut. Those people seemed afraid of something, and someone said, "Hurry up, that person will be back soon."

No sooner had he finished speaking than four veiled girls entered through the door, each carrying a curved knife. Without a word, they swung their knives and began to slash, and their kung fu skills were quite impressive.

Amid the chaos, Chu Xiaoling ran out, but as soon as she appeared, one of the women put her umbrella back in, and even the proprietress was snatched away by the other women.

The men couldn't defeat the enemy, so they carried Monk Yuanzhi and ran away.

Monk Yuanzhi was carried down the mountain, put into the trunk of a car, and then the car started and drove off somewhere unknown.

About ten hours later, the car stopped, and Monk Yuanzhi was led into a very classical courtyard. Inside the main house, an old man with a hooked nose squinted and asked, "Where is Hu Cui?"

One of the men who had captured Monk Yuanzhi knelt down, looking nervous, and said, "Miss has been captured by the Miao witch!"

"It's over!" The hook-nosed old man clapped his hands. "These Miao shamans have always suspected that Xiao Cui has something on her. Now she'll be skinned alive, if not dead."

No one in the room dared to speak.

The hook-nosed old man pointed at Monk Yuanzhi, "Drag this meddlesome fatso away and beat him up first, then sell him! There's a Boss Liu in the city who's planning to sacrifice a living person to a monster!"

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At this point, Monk Yuanzhi patted his bruised arm and cursed, "These corpse-driving bastards are poisonous! Look at the damage they've done to me! Ugh! I'll curse their grandma!"

Zhou Fengchen and Zhang Shisan stared in disbelief, shaking their heads. "Poor child!"

"Fine!" Monk Yuanzhi glared. "You two won't offer any comforting words!"

"Enough talk, I'll get you back!" Zhang Shisan raised his glass. "Let's drink!"

Zhou Fengchen also raised his glass, "We have to get our revenge! We can't let this go unpunished! We're not men who suffer in silence!"

"That's exactly what I was waiting for you two to say! You're true brothers!" Monk Yuanzhi chuckled. "Let's drink!"

The three clinked glasses, and Monk Yuanzhi wiped his mouth, then said mysteriously, "Brother! During the two days I was imprisoned, I used a little trick to hypnotize an old woman. That old woman is the lover of that hook-nosed old man Crane Dragon, and as a result, she found out the truth about the Asi Palace."

Zhou Fengchen was taken aback. He was also very curious about the Asi Palace and asked, "Then tell me quickly, what exactly happened to the Asi Palace?"

"Speaking of the story of Axi Palace, we must also mention the feud between the Miao corpse-drivers and the Miao shamans," Monk Yuanzhi analyzed with the air of a professional. "It is said that the corpse-drivers and the Miao shamans were both practitioners of witchcraft, descendants of priests from the Ghost Kingdom of the Southwest. However, one group of descendants preferred to play with potions, while the other preferred to play with corpses. The two groups had a disagreement and eventually separated, becoming sworn enemies!"

Zhou Fengchen said impatiently, "Get to the point!"

"Don't rush!" Monk Yuanzhi said, "According to Miao legend, after the Ghost Kingdom was destroyed, a large amount of gold and silver treasures, as well as some mysterious items, were buried by the three disciples of the Ghost Kingdom's high priest, who was also the common ancestor of the corpse drivers and Miao shamans. This gold and silver treasure was quite substantial!"

A few years ago, a coincidence occurred: Asi Palace once took on a job transporting corpses.

A certain village was short of people. After listening to a shaman, they said that their ancestors were not protecting them and that their spirits were not resting, which was hindering their descendants. They decided to rebuild the graves and construct a family temple.

The people in this village moved here from Guizhou in the 70s. One of their ancestors was hanged for committing a crime during the Qing Dynasty. He died unjustly, so the villagers suspected him. When they went to his hometown and dug up his ancestral grave, they found out that it was him! His body was not completely decomposed.

If it hadn't rotted, it couldn't be transported back, otherwise it would be difficult to explain if they were caught. Just like the Zhang family in Fufeng Village, the villagers hired the corpse driver, Axi Gong.

Asigong arrived at the scene and proceeded with his usual methods. However, upon discovering a piece of jade under the corpse's neck, he wiped away the dirt and took a casual look. He was so terrified that he sat down on the ground, trembling, and asked the villagers, "Is this really your ancestor?"

The people in the village found it strange and said, "It seems so?"

Asi-no-miya was furious. "Don't just say it seems so, is it really true or not?"

The villagers were confused. It had been over a hundred years, who could remember inviting him? So they dug around to the side, and sure enough, they unearthed another ancestor.

You've got the wrong person. This uncorrupted corpse is probably someone's ancestor.

Asi Palace was extremely frustrated. Trembling, she picked up the jade and took another look. She was completely dismayed. The jade was an identity plaque with three words on it: Bo Qiya!

One of the three disciples of the High Priest of the Ghost Kingdom, and one of the three who buried the gold and silver treasures!

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