When Daoren Hou rushed back to Hangdu, it was getting late, but there were still many businessmen convoys walking through the official road.

Most of the temporary camps outside the city have disappeared, and most of the refugees have been distributed to various places in the suburbs to open up land, making the city gate less crowded.

Dao Ren Hou walked in front, wearing a thick wool coat, and behind it was a thin horse pulling a cart, and there was a huge coffin on it.

In this case, the yamen guarding the city generally refused to let go, but he took out the token of Mingdiansi and successfully entered Hangzhou Du.

Daoren Hou thought to himself that the identity of the Ming Diansi is much more popular than that of the Taoist priests.

He looked around and saw lively scenes, so he planned to place the purple zombie in the coffin and have a good time.

The Zongzi that Daoren Hou encountered this time was very special. Although it was purple zombie, the old man might have practiced martial arts before his life and his body was still strong, otherwise he would not have been able to move simply in just over ten days.

However, most purple zombies are not afraid of it. Even if they can move freely, they do not have any ability to hurt people.

He will also instinctively hide from people. The purple zombie relies on the flesh and blood of small domestic animals to survive. Only when the white zombie reaches the level of the white zombie will he take the initiative to attack people.

Daoren Hou gained a lot this time because he found that his ghost magical powers could actually control low-level zombies.

However, relying on his current cultivation level, he can only act on one, and it is not without a limit. It is related to the number of his spine. Even if his cultivation level is so high, he can only control twenty-four zombies at most.

Daoren Hou took the coffin into the dense street. The coffin emitted a smell of rotten smell, and passers-by were hiding from him.

He scratched his armpits without any attention, but his eyes looked around with some confusion, as if he was looking for something.

The sound of wooden fish being beaten vaguely in the distance, which seemed a little abrupt in the noisy sound, but no one paid attention to it.

After the Hou Taoist arrived at the gate of the Mingdiansi, he tied the carriage to the pillar and was about to lift the coffin from it.

The sound of the wooden fish pounding became louder and louder, like a bronze bell echoing in his ears.

Daoren Hou suddenly felt a stream of spiritual energy from his tail vertebrae soaring into the sky spirit cover, and the movements at hand stopped.

He subconsciously narrowed his eyes, cursed a few times, and looked towards the end of the street. He saw a monk covered in ragged cassocks knocking on the wooden fish and slowly walking towards him.

"Mom, this bald donkey has a poor skill. The wooden fish hit me and my head hurts."

Daoren Hou licked his lips. Although he was a fake Taoist priest himself, it did not prevent him from hating monks.

Just as he was about to teach the man coming from a distance, Daoren Hou suddenly stiffened his whole body, and his instinct made him retreat continuously.

He took a few steps back and hit the pillar, and the sound made the skinny horse blew his nose in dissatisfaction.

When Daoren Hou saw the monk's appearance clearly, he couldn't help swallowing. His body, which was originally half-human and half-corpse, had a very slow heartbeat, but now it has reached a speed far beyond ordinary people.

Why was he so shocked? It was because the monk coming towards him was extremely strange.

Every time this monk takes a step, his face will change instantly, and the four emotions of joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness will change each other, making him extremely evil.

The passers-by around did not notice the monk's strangeness at all, but instead were busy on their own.

The monk was still heading towards the end of the street, but his direction was slightly adjusted, and his body turned to the towering tree that Bai Wanming turned into.

Daoren Hou kept staring at him, feeling inexplicably unable to move.

After a moment, the monk stopped in front of the small temple under the big tree, and the expression on his face turned into "sad".

"What a pathetic, what a pathetic person..."

As he spoke, two lines of tears fell, and this way he did feel like a primitive monk.

But the next moment, the monk's expression turned into "angry", and his tone became excited: "Unforgivable..."

Then it turned into "joy", and in this short period of time, the monk's expression kept changing.

After a long time, he looked up at the sky, and then his body turned into Buddha's light and merged into this small temple.

The statues in the small temple were originally blurry in appearance. After the monk's Buddha light merged into it, his appearance became more and more thoughtful, and he also wore a tattered cassock.

A few more pilgrims came. After putting incense in front of the temple, they respectfully knelt down and bowed respectfully. They did not notice that the statue of the god had changed.

Dao Ren Hou, not far away, returned to normal after the monk disappeared, but his expression became a little confused, and his mind was in chaos, as if he had forgotten what had happened before.

Only the big branches and leaves turned into Bai Wanming shaking without saying anything, but within a few breaths, they returned to normal.

Zhou Bai walked out of the yamen at this time and happened to see Dao Ren Hou standing there.

"Old Hou, you've been standing outside for a long time, why don't you come in?"

After being interrupted by him, most of the strange feeling in his heart was gone, and even he felt a little confused.

"I don't know, I suddenly stopped. Could it be that the corpse has become serious again?"

“It’s possible.”

While talking, Zhou Bai subconsciously followed Hou Daoren's gaze and looked at the small temple under the tree. With his eyesight, he naturally saw the changes in the statue at a glance.

However, this small temple was built by ordinary people themselves. It is possible that the statue of the gods will look like. He just felt a little strange, but he didn't take it to heart.

"Let's go, Lao Hou, let's talk about it later. I've happened to have a spiritual array to look for you."

Zhou Bai acted according to the rules of Mingdiansi. Before Dao Ren could reach his cultivation level, he naturally would not mention the matter of overcoming the heavenly tribulation, but it did not hinder the formation.

Daoren Hou had no choice but to nod and said, "Okay, but I haven't eaten anything for a day today. Let's find something to fill my stomach first."

"The appetite is really good. I have been in contact with rice dumplings for a day and I still want to eat."

Zhou Bai looked at the coffin on the carriage and headed towards the yamen under the transportation of Daor Hou.

"Can you not put it inside, and don't you think it smells bad?"

"Where can you put it in the shop? It smells a little bad, but the purple zombie is more or less rotten. It will be fine when the white zombie is reached."

After Dao Ren Hou practiced the ghost art, he became much stronger and moved the coffin directly to the yard. Then he closed the door and placed it in the weeds in the corner.

"Okay, it's better now. When the weather gets hotter, the taste will definitely be more pungent."

"This purple zombie has a good potential. You should be able to reach the white zombie in a few months, and that's fine then."

When Dao Ren Hou said this, he sighed with some exclamation: "I, a decent person who eliminates demons and protects the Tao, had to do something like driving away corpses because of his livelihood. Alas."

The highest level of shamelessness is that he even believes in himself.
Chapter completed!