Chapter 290 Zombies are also afraid
"Please trust the Security Council, and please recruit people for me in the chat group."
As the chat in the group chat started again, the candlelight bubbled up again.
As soon as he appeared, a friendly voice was heard in the group chat.
Zhu Ming: "Dear group friends, I want to go on vacation, can anyone recommend a place?"
Honghuang has been too nervous recently, so Chen Zhu wanted to take a break. He couldn't keep practicing in this broken place, right?
Although the ancient wilderness is nice, but wherever you look, it is either primitive or desolate, either mountains or the sea, and there is no one living there.
"Hello, I am the Taoist master Ran Deng from Yuhou Mountain. I am traveling in the wilderness to seek enlightenment. May I ask if you can accommodate me for one night?"
The voice of Taoist Master Ran Deng came from outside the coffin, and he should have arrived at Chao Feng's clan.
This is a new race, but a new god has also been born within the tribe, so the tribe is not small.
Chen Zhu ignored the primitive and barbaric tribe.
He stared at the chat group for a long time, and finally a response appeared in the chat group.
Lin Fengjiao: "My friend, if you don't mind, maybe you can stay at my charity home."
As the group chat sounded, Chen Zhu smiled with satisfaction: "So you agreed, right? I'm here."
He tapped lightly, and the gap in the chat group opened automatically.
Unlike before, Chen Zhu no longer needs the support of a chat group, and can only reach the other person's world after interaction.
At this time, the foundation of all things in the ancient world has been established. Cause and effect, luck, space and time are all gathered in Zhulong, and he can control them with ease.
When Lin Fengjiao agreed, the cause and effect had already started, and following the cause and effect, Chen Zhu could directly open the other party's spatial position.
This is the power of authority. Just like the previous changes in time, after Chen Zhu became an immortal, his strength has been completely improved.
In a certain world, the oil lamps were burning dimly, unable to illuminate the charity cemetery.
At night, the area around the charity cemetery becomes eerie and scary, and no one usually comes here unless there is something important.
Lin Fengjiao put down the cube in her hand and said to those around her:
"Disciple, this thing of yours is really amazing. It can chat with strangers who are so far away. It's comparable to a magic weapon."
Next to him was a short-haired young man with outstanding looks and a pair of bright and clear eyes.
The young man chuckled and said, "Master, this is the power of technology. In another hundred years, everyone here will be able to use it!"
The young man was Lin Fengjiao's new disciple. As soon as he arrived, he clamored to become her disciple and learn Mao family Taoism.
Although the other party has always addressed her as a disciple, Lin Fengjiao is still observing her.
"I told you I'm not your master yet, just call me Uncle Nine."
Uncle Jiu said, looking outside: "Why haven't Wencai and Qiusheng come back yet? They make me worry."
"Hehe, I don't have to worry, Master. The takeaway I ordered from the restaurant will be here soon."
"It's just right that they are not coming. We can eat and drink well together, master and disciple."
"No, even if you become successful, you still have to think about your fellow disciples."
Uncle Jiu shook his head and warned him. Although he did not openly agree to accept the young man as his apprentice, his tone clearly showed that he already regarded him as half a disciple.
The young man's name is Lin Yin. He suddenly came to Renjia Town half a month ago. After arriving, he went to the pawn shop to sell watches and attracted their attention.
At that time, Wencai said that he had never seen such a beautiful watch.
As a result, that night they saw the young man standing at the gate of the charity cemetery, shouting that he wanted to become their disciple.
Lin Yin observed Uncle Jiu's expression and noticed from his tone that this matter was almost done.
It is true that nothing is difficult in this world if one sets his mind to it.
He was originally an ordinary office worker in Longguo. After graduating from university, he encountered obstacles everywhere and his business could not be carried out. His girlfriend of four years ran away with someone else. He was so disheartened that he went home and lay down.
Who knew that suddenly one day he discovered that the pendant he wore as a child was glowing and brought him here.
When she first arrived, Lin Yin was a little nervous, but after a few times, she gradually became familiar with it.
When he learned that this place was called Renjia Town, and that there was a Master Ren, Yi Zhuang and Uncle Jiu, he decided to come and learn Maoshan Taoism, which is the practice of cultivating immortals!
Lin Yin still remembers what his girlfriend said when she left:
"I just want a house. If you can't afford it, I'll find someone who can. I can't wait for you any longer."
But that's no reason to betray him!
Lin Yin gritted her teeth. She could find someone better, but she couldn't be with her and look for another one at the same time. That would be betraying her!
He wanted to let that woman see, and let the neighbors know, that he was not an ordinary person!
Now the opportunity has come.
Not only that, the Uncle Nine in front of him had miraculously picked up a mobile phone which he didn't know how to use. It was used by his master. The strange thing was, who would drop a mobile phone here?
Forget it. I can travel through time, so a mobile phone is not surprising.
"Dong dong dong."
As he was thinking, there was a knock on the door of the charity cemetery. Lin Yin immediately stood up and said with a smile:
"Master, maybe the food I ordered has arrived. I'll go open the door."
"Go."
Uncle Jiu smiled, already smelling the fragrance.
I opened the door and moved it aside, and sure enough, the restaurant had delivered wine and food, filling up a large table.
What puzzled Uncle Jiu was that the bowls and chopsticks were for five people.
"Didn't that friend in the group say he was coming? I was thinking of adding one more, just in case he wants to come?"
Lin Yin did this job perfectly, which made Uncle Jiu even more satisfied.
Not long after, Wencai and Qiusheng, who had just returned from watching a play in town, came back. They happily held the plates and licked Lin Yin:
"Brother Lin is awesome! I've wanted to eat this sweet and sour pork ribs for a long time, but Master has always been stingy and didn't want to let us eat it!"
"This big pork elbow smells so good!"
"Brother Lin, if the master doesn't accept you, we can't stand it anymore!"
"Brother Lin, you are so handsome. I heard that Miss Ren is coming back. Let's ask Master to be a matchmaker!"
"You will be my senior brother from now on..."
Their flattery made Lin Yin extremely satisfied. Uncle Jiu looked at them and shook his head helplessly. How could he not know what these two disciples were thinking?
I just want to keep Lin Yin so that I can eat delicious food every day.
"smell good."
Suddenly, a strange voice sounded in the empty seat.
The dinner table fell silent, and everyone gradually put down their bowls and chopsticks and turned to watch.
"Hey! Where did you come from, you wild ghost? Don't you know who our master is?"
Qiu Sheng didn't even look at it, thinking it was a wild ghost. He cursed once and then couldn't utter another curse.
There was a person sitting in the fifth seat, wearing a green robe. At first glance, he looked like a towering mountain, but at second glance, he looked like a floating immortal in a painting.
After watching for a long time, the man's temperament gradually restrained and he seemed to merge into one with the tables, chairs and benches.
"Why, didn't you, Uncle Jiu, invite me to come on vacation?"
Chen Zhu laughed, "Are you going to regret it?"
"No, how did you..."
There was a look of vigilance in Uncle Jiu's eyes. It turned out that he couldn't see through the man in front of him at all.
Now he looks no different from an ordinary person, but his previous temperament could not be faked.
"thump!"
The portrait of Maoshan's founder enshrined in the charity cemetery fell from the wall, making a loud noise.
Looking closely, the head in the portrait fell to the ground, as if it was bowing.
"Sorry, I'll excuse you."
Uncle Jiu hurried over to pick up the portrait, but found that he couldn't lift it no matter what.
Grandmaster, don’t want to get up?
He turned around and looked at the young man again. The young man smiled and said, "Don't make so much noise. Just hang it there."
Uncle Jiu felt his hands lighten and he was able to pick up the portrait.
At this moment, Uncle Jiu was immediately horrified, realizing that this person must be someone with a very powerful background.
Noble status.
So after hanging up the portrait, he came to the young man and extended his hand to invite him to sit at the main table.
"Don't be so polite. I told you I'm here for vacation. Uncle Jiu is worthy of being Uncle Jiu. He can see through some things."
Chen Zhu picked up the chopsticks and gently picked up a piece of stir-fried lamb.
The rich aroma pierced his nose, and Chen Zhu took a deep breath. How long has it been? I don't know how long it has been since I last tasted this flavor.
There was no such law in the ancient times, so he couldn’t taste anything. He was so grateful to be able to eat Li Yanwu’s barbecue.
As he took a sip, the strangeness mixed with a long-lost familiarity rushed into Chen Zhu's mind.
"what……"
He picked up the bowl and chopsticks and started eating with big mouthfuls. He finished all the food on the table by himself in no time!
"what?"
Qiu Sheng and Wen Cai were stunned. They had never seen anyone who could eat so much!
By the time they wanted to grab it, it was too late.
Lin Yin was a little more cautious, and his mind was already thinking.
The person in front of me is a member of the group in Master’s strange mobile phone, his name is Zhu Ming.
In his memory, there was no special person named Zhu Ming, but no one noticed the way he suddenly appeared just now.
He can even travel through time, so he might be a big shot.
Is it related to Uncle Jiu’s master in this world?
"Delicious!" Chen Zhu gave a thumbs up and glanced at Lin Yin. The pendant was not worth mentioning.
What he saw in this person was his ability to handle things.
"You treated me? Thank you very much. I haven't eaten such delicious food in a long, long time."
"How long is a long time?"
Before Lin Yin could say anything, Wencai started to grumble:
"It's like a starving ghost is reincarnated. Two days or three days?"
Uncle Jiu was startled and immediately shouted:
"Wencai! Don't be rude. Apologize to this person right now!"
"fine."
Chen Zhu waved his hand and smiled, "It may be a billion times longer than the two or three days you described."
The word "billion" seems to be insufficient to describe it.
"This..." Uncle Jiu wanted to address him, but he didn't know how to address him.
"Just call me Zhuming."
"Mr. Zhu, are you here just for vacation?"
Uncle Jiu still couldn't believe it. Could any random member of the group on that phone have such ability?
"if not?"
Chen Zhu smiled and said:
"I can't possibly come here to learn Taoism from you like this brother, right?"
"That's not what I meant."
Uncle Jiu became more and more reserved, but he had to maintain his composure in front of his disciple.
So, the dinner table began to become lively again.
Although Lin Yin knew that this person might be of some importance, she did not seem to be very reserved because of her upbringing. She asked Wencai and Qiu Sheng to ask the restaurant owner to make another portion, and also specifically asked Chen Zhu what he wanted to eat.
"I prefer anything that isn't from the water. I'm tired of eating anything from the water."
Chen Zhu was nonchalant. He came here purely for vacation. He didn't want to practice, seek enlightenment, hide, or anything.
He ate the second meal slowly. In fact, no matter how much he ate, it was not enough for him to finish in one bite.
At night, perhaps a little drunk, Lin Yin asked Chen Zhu curiously:
"Brother, where are you from? I see you seem to like eating. Next time I come, I will bring you some delicious snacks."
"Snacks? I haven't eaten them for a long time. If you have any questions, tell me your name next time you run into trouble!"
Chen Zhu answered affirmatively.
The next day, someone from Mr. Ren's family in Renjia Town came to invite Uncle Jiu over, saying that they wanted to move the grave.
Lin Yin, Wencai, and Qiu Sheng all went with them, except Chen Zhu.
At this time, he was observing the chef's techniques in the Yuekelai Restaurant.
The chef turned away slightly, blocking the young man's gaze behind him while cooking.
The young man shamelessly moved to the other side.
The chef had to change the direction to block it, and the young man moved again.
The chef was really annoyed now. He simply turned around and shouted:
"Since you want to steal my skills, I admit it, but you are so blatant. Do you think you don't take my Fan family recipe seriously?"
He pointed behind Chen Zhu and said, "If you want to learn from me, you should at least help me like them, and then watch me do it in a proper way!"
Some of the disciples who were being pointed at were washing dishes, some were cutting vegetables, some were washing vegetables, and some were carrying plates. Upon hearing what was said, they quickly turned their heads back and pretended not to hear.
"Oh……"
Chen Zhu picked up a plate and walked to the chef to watch closely.
"you!"
The chef almost couldn't catch his breath. You can blatantly steal my skills just by carrying a plate?
"The shopkeeper's!"
He yelled, "Get this guy out of here! I can't cook this dish anymore!"
So, Chen Zhu left the restaurant with regret, without having learned how to cook sweet and sour pork tenderloin.
He didn't believe it, so he went to another restaurant...
A few days later, all the restaurants refused Chen Zhu's approach.
"Bah! I haven't learned it yet!"
Chen Zhu gritted his teeth in anger. It was already midnight when he came out and he returned to the charity cemetery unknowingly.
As soon as he left, the chef in the kitchen still had tears on his face and his hands were shaking.
He was forced to cook sweet and sour pork until now! Damn it, where is such an unreasonable person, who doesn't want money or wealth, as long as he cooks sweet and sour pork!
At the entrance of the charity cemetery, Chen Zhu took out the key and was about to open the door, when suddenly...
"Boom..."
There was a sound of something heavy falling to the ground. He turned around and saw that a zombie dressed in country gentleman's clothes jumped out.
Chen Zhu tilted his head, and the zombie tilted his head, and the two were just on the same plane.
"Why don't you kneel when you see me?"
Zhulong gave the zombie a displeased look, and the latter fell to his knees on the ground with a plop.
"Well, kneel down and don't get up until I tell you to."
Chen Zhu was in a bad mood because he still hadn't learned how to cook sweet and sour pork.
Damn, it must be that the ancient God of Fire is not dead yet. I have to find a way to find him.
If Taoist Taiping doesn’t take action, he will do it himself!
As he thought about it, Chen Zhu fell asleep angrily.
……
Uncle Jiu suddenly woke up!
"I thought I heard something."
He stood up, picked up the flashlight that he usually didn't want to use, turned it on, and walked to the back room of the charity cemetery with the help of the light.
The body of Old Master Ren is still in the charity cemetery, so please don't let anything happen to it.
What he didn't want to happen happened unexpectedly. Uncle Jiu was shocked when he saw the empty coffin!
"Oh no! He's already a corpse and has escaped!"
He hurriedly left the charity cemetery, trying to find the zombie.
But as soon as he went out, he found the body of Old Master Ren kneeling on the ground.
What's going on?
Uncle Jiu didn't quite understand. He pasted the talisman and then carefully put it back in place.
"It's not good to have your knees bent like this. Let me help you straighten them."
Uncle Jiu flattened the zombie's knees, but the next second, the zombie's knees bent back again.
Uncle Jiu was startled. This zombie was shaking.
Do zombies get cold too?
He had no choice but to add a quilt and muttered: "If you are cold, I will cover you with a quilt. Just lie still in the coffin and don't come out to hurt others."
He burned some paper money and lit a cigarette, preparing to let the zombie take a bite to dissipate the corpse gas.
But strangely, the paper money and incense did not float towards the coffin, but floated outside, towards the master bedroom.
That was the room he specially cleared out for Mr. Zhu, and the quilts and everything else were of the best quality.
The zombie in the coffin seemed to be shaking even more violently, and a little... sad?
"No, get out."
A voice of impatient disdain came from that room, and the incense floated back.
This time, the coffin shook even more violently, as if it had a vibration motor installed.
"If you shake again, I'll kill you."
Another sound was heard, and the coffin was completely silent and motionless!
Uncle Jiu was so shocked at this moment that he was astonished!
The zombies were actually stopped by a single sentence from someone they had never met. This was something I had never seen or heard of before!
"No, I still have to ask."
He remembered the incident with the portrait of his ancestor, and he burned incense and cast spells at night to ask for help from the spirits!
"Grandmaster, who is this person? Please give this young disciple a hint so that he can have a better idea of his background."
As a result, just after burning incense, the portrait came to life the next second.
"What else are you asking, you idiot?"
Three figures walked out of the Maoshan portrait. They were Mao Ying, Mao Gu and Mao Zhong, three ancestors who had already cultivated to become immortals in the Han Dynasty.
They scolded Uncle Jiu:
"This person is so important. Didn't you see that we all have to kowtow to him? Now he has gone to sleep. You wait here with us!"
The ancestor has already become an immortal, and if he rashly descends to the mortal world, he will definitely be severely punished.
However, at this time, the three of them were guarding Chen Zhu's door obediently, not daring to say a word.
It would be fine if they didn't come, but now that Uncle Jiu invited them down, they already know this place. If they still don't show up, it would be the greatest disrespect.
No matter what, this side must be seen.
The next day, Chen Zhu walked out of the house sleepily.
He was still angry. Why was sweet and sour pork so difficult to make? It looked so easy when he saw others making it.
He tried, but it just wasn't the same no matter what he did.
(End of this chapter)