Chapter 663 Dry Smoky Corpse

   Chapter 663 Dry Muntjac Corpse

   Two days later.

   As the saying goes, what you are afraid of will come.

  Little Guizi’s Jinkou Yuyan is very powerful. Wanquan Taoist Temple’s pro-visit holiday is over, and three people from the direct lineage class have not returned.

  The wasteland outside the customs is not as good as the middle earth, the situation is chaotic, for the survival of the race, for the cultivation of resources, there are constant disputes in various places, and accidents are common.

   One person competed for the Lingtian cave for his family, participated in a large-scale battle of monks, unfortunately died, bid farewell to the world, and his family sent the news to Wanquan Taoist Temple;

   Another person went out to practice and encountered a wave of monsters. Although he didn’t die, he was seriously injured and went home to recover. He could only return to Guangling Mountain to practice in two months.

   The third person lost contact.

   Chu Chen was deeply saddened and deplored for the death of the disciples of the Taoist Academy.

The    Taoist Academy’s Inheritance Class, also known as the Wolong Young Phoenix Kylin Class, are all qualified for the true inheritance of the great sect of Xianzong.

   Of course, people cannot be resurrected from the dead. During this year, the 800 disciples of the Taoist academy had accidents from time to time. Chu Chen soon accepted the fact and focused his energy on the lost Taoist disciples.

This Taoist disciple is named Qian Zhiming. He is a child of the Wanquan Loose Cultivation Family. He has learned Taixuan Yin-Yang Good Fortune, which is one of the four top-level exercises in the Taoist temple. It will soon break through the ninth grade.

   After practicing for nearly a year, Qian Zhiming’s cultivation has gradually deepened, and he ranks among the best in the direct line of the Taoist academy.

  Chu Chen has pointed him many times and is very impressed by Qian Zhiming’s intelligence

   “Mountain Chief, Qian Zhiming’s father arrived at Guangling Mountain and is waiting outside the mountain gate.”

   Shan Chang’s study, reported by the Qing capital Dao Chang.

  Chu Chen nodded slightly and did not say much. He and Qingdu Daoist came outside the mountain gate and saw a middle-aged monk who looked anxious.

   As soon as he saw Chu Chen, his expression suddenly became excited.

   “I learned Qianzhu at the end, and I have seen the mountain chief.”

  Chu Chen glanced at Qian Zhu, and couldn’t help but feel a little familiar, and immediately said:

   “Fellow Daoist Qian, I remember you. I saw you the first time I taught scriptures in Guangling Mountain. You will be there every time I follow.”

   Qian Zhu’s sixth-grade Daoxing cultivation base. In the early stage of his lectures, there were not many audiences for the sixth-grade Daoxing cultivation base, and Chu Chen was quite impressed.

   “Shan Chief, I have benefited a lot from listening to your lectures…”

  Qian Zhu heard that Master Chang Lingxiao of Wanquan Mountain was familiar with him, and was very honored and excited, and he immediately chatted with him.

   However, the two did not chat, and soon the topic fell on “Qian Zhiming”.

   “Master, please save my son, I am just such a child.”

   Qian Zhu’s face was full of anxiety, and she leaned over and begged.

  Chu Chen reached out and stopped:

   “Young Daoist Qian, you don’t need to be more polite. I don’t know what happened. Let me explain in detail.”

   When Qian Zhu heard the words, he immediately started talking.

“Lord, this is the case. Our family discovered an ancient abandoned mine a few days ago. With the nourishment of the heaven, earth, mountains and rivers in recent years, the mine has treasures again. Therefore, my family began to send people down the mine to find treasures and found A dry slut.”

The    muntjac is a small deer that is quite common in the mountains and everywhere in the southwestern wasteland.

   However, the so-called dry deer are not deer deer in the mountains, but people.

   To be precise, it is not a living person, but a kind of zombie. After death, it was raised by the gold and stone in the mine and became a corpse.

  Compared with ordinary zombies, the corpse of Ganjizi gave birth to spiritual wisdom. It is not a bloodthirsty and cruel master, but a kind of corpse spirit that can communicate with, and can drive Ganjizi to dig precious spiritual mines for it.

   As long as the mines that can give birth to “Ganjizi”, the golden stone here must be extremely strong, and the strength of Ganjizi is not trivial, and it is not easy to mess with.

   The Qianzhu family has a good strength, but if they want to destroy the corpse spirits in the ancient mad mines, their strength is still a long way off.

  The people of the wasteland are very hot-tempered, but they will not do meaningless fights. The Qianzhu family mostly cooperates with the dead muntjac corpse trade, and they exchange what they need, which is quite harmonious.

   Thanks to the friendly cooperation between the two parties, the Qian family made a lot of money, which has become one of the biggest secrets of the Qian family.

  Qian Zhiming went home to save his relatives. He didn’t go anywhere else, but went directly to this ancient abandoned mine, intending to dig and move bricks well, and save a lot of jade money to take back to the Taoist temple to spend.

   This plan is very good, Qian Zhu agrees very much, and agrees without thinking.

something unexpected may happen any time.

   A few days ago, this hidden ancient mine of the Qian family was discovered by outsiders.

  Wealth and silk moved people’s hearts. After learning that this ancient mine was quite valuable, outsiders seized this ancient mine.

  Qian Zhiming was in the ancient mine, so he naturally fell into the hands of outsiders.

   “Ling Xiaoshan, the opponent has a rank five strong, our Qian family is not an opponent at all. I sent someone to negotiate, but the other party ignored it and did not intend to return my Qian family’s children.”

   While speaking, Qian Zhu’s face was full of grief and anger:

   “The ancient mines were taken and taken away. Our Qian family was not strong enough to dare to be greedy. We were convinced, but it is too unreasonable and too bullying to detain my clan and my son.”

  Chu Chen and Qingdu Daoist heard Qian Zhu explain the cause and effect of the incident clearly, and immediately realized it.

  The wilderness outside the customs is different from that of the Middle Earth.

Middle-earth pays attention to rules, there are rules of kings and immortals, and it is not good for a big family to blatantly kill a small family. After all, any cultivation family with a bit of historical heritage has a complicated relationship behind it, and no one dares to go too far. Arrogant and domineering.

   In the wasteland outside the customs, it is different.

  When a powerful force bullies a small force, it will never be soft-handed, the weak will eat the strong, and there is no reason at all.

   If you are weak, you will stand at attention and be beaten.

   “I don’t know where the other party came from?”

  Chu Chen asked calmly.

   He has been in Wanquan, Yunzhou for more than a year. Under normal circumstances, he seldom participates in disputes between parties in Wanquan.

   However, now that something like this happens, he naturally won’t sit idly by.

   “Master, I don’t know what the other party’s background is. However, looking at the other party’s aura, it doesn’t look like a monster. It’s unknown who it is.”

   Qian Zhu was a little embarrassed and a little angry when he spoke.

   He only has a sixth-grade Taoist cultivation base, and he is too powerless to face a fifth-grade powerhouse, and he is not even qualified to talk.

   “Friend Qian, don’t worry.”

  Chu Chen nodded slightly.

   Although he was temporarily the deputy governor of Wanquan, he did not participate in the daily management of the County Ghosts and Gods Division, nor did he participate in the affairs of the Wanquan Demons, Demons, and Gods. He had no interest in the ancient mines and the battles between the forces.

  The Qian family didn’t want to take care of him, but the disciples of the Taoist Academy were imprisoned. As the mountain chief, he naturally wanted to rescue them.

   After he finished speaking, he said to the Taoist leader of Qingdu beside him:

   “Fellow Daoist Qingdu, the Taoist Institute will be handed over to Daoist Daoist Dao, Feihong Daoist, and Daoist Rouyun. I will accompany Daoist Qian to get him back.”

  Qingdu Daoist: “Shanchang, don’t worry, there is us in the Daoyuan, so you don’t need to worry.”

  Chu Chen nodded, and didn’t say anything at the moment, he stepped on Hu Dali’s back, stepped on the tip of the wind, and the money beads that flew with Yufeng disappeared into the sky.

   (end of this chapter)