Chapter 142: Missing a Tomb Keeper
"Please take three days, prepare for three days. It takes nine days and nine nights to save the salvation. During this period, the wine, drink, food and food cannot be cut off. In addition, maids need to wait by the side. If one hour changes, the light may not be turned off if the person dies.
“We have to do everything we should do.”
Jin Mingbabababa made another request, and that look no longer a simple funeral.
Zhang Jian did not have such a great expense when he ascended the throne himself.
Refresh wine and food for nine days and nine nights?
Can't hold on to you?
Of course, Jin Ming cannot survive, and fake pills are also pills. Under normal circumstances, fasting or overeating will not have any impact on Taoist Jin Ming.
Seeing that Zhang Jian was not speaking, Jin Ming asked, "What, your Majesty doesn't want to do it? This is a big deal that has died!"
"hehe."
Zhang Jian laughed twice, "There is no dead person, the bell is just an accident. If the Taoist priest is fine, please come back."
"What, no one died?" Taoist Jin Ming was very disappointed, "Is your Majesty a frame for me?"
"How could I deceive the Taoist priest with this matter?" Zhang Jian said slightly unhappy.
"Okay, okay." Taoist Jin Ming beat him up, "Then the next time someone dies, you must tell me that I am proficient in the art of salvation."
After saying that, he turned around and left.
As for the chaos in the court, he was too lazy to care about it.
Only those fools will do their best to do their best to serve the mortal dynasty.
Taoist Jin Ming was about to leave, and several disciples carrying the coffin outside the door were also ready to leave.
Look at their arrogant appearance, like the disciples of the Star Monster.
"Cough—" Yang Que coughed and spoke at the right time, "This Taoist priest, have you forgotten something?"
Taoist Jin Ming stopped and glanced at Yang Que with his eyes slanted: "What have you forgotten?"
Even Yang Que's identity is too lazy to ask.
Of course he knew that this monster who was inexplicably lying in the palace and looked inexplicably was mostly injured by this young man.
But where is it?
He is a Taoist Jin Ming, with a great talent and an amazing memory. All the golden elixirs in the cultivation world, and some foundation-building cultivators who are stronger than him.
Taoist Jin Ming knew everything.
Those who don't know are proven to be weaker than him.
Since he is weaker than him, there is no need to know him, and there is no need to pay attention to him.
Young man, wait until you reach the Golden Pill stage before talking to me.
As for that monster, Taoist Jin Ming naturally wanted to take it away. It wasn't that he thought this thing would definitely be useful - the half-demon plan, and this person didn't know anything about it.
Just to establish a concept, he wants all the spoils that can be obtained by any gods, ghosts, ghosts and monsters in the imperial city.
He is the strongest monk of the Fengtian Dynasty.
Who else can I give if I don’t give it to him?
"Forgot to leave the coffin." Yang Que pointed outside? "This is my thing."
"No, it's mine." Taoist Jin Ming shook his head? "I saw it? That's mine."
He didn't speak reason, he just talked about physics.
It is not impossible to reason. For example, he is the Master Fengtian, and this demon is in his official uniform? He is also a demon? He is also an official, and is within his responsibilities.
It is reasonable to take it away.
However, Taoist Jin Ming did not want to take responsibility at all, and he didn't even want to show his words. He wanted to keep himself invincible.
So, physics is the easiest and easy.
The weakest golden elixir is also a golden elixir. Looking at the entire cultivation world, there are definitely no more than one hundred people who are stronger than Taoist Jin Ming.
The world's top 100, there is no problem at all.
"There is still such a saying?"
Yang Que raised his eyebrows slightly? He could leave at any time, and no matter how surging outsiders were, they were not so arrogant.
"This is the law of the cultivation world? If you don't want to abide by it, go home and play with mud." Taoist Jin Ming waved his hand and showed his domineering aura.
Zhang Jian and others became nervous.
Is this going to fight?
What to do if the palace is broken? What to do if the innocent person is injured?
"Well, it makes sense." Yang Que nodded. "It just so happened that I lacked a tomb guardian to look at the graves. Since I saw you, just let me."
"Haha——" Taoist Jin Ming sneered, and what else to say.
But Yang Que raised his hand and punched him.
With a punch from the air, Jin Ming Taoist's magic power was temporarily formed, and the defense formed by the Taoist shattered, flew out from the gate and rolled outside.
Like Jiang Cong, he left a blood mark and fainted.
"it's over?"
Zhang Jian grew his mouth wide and turned his head to look at Yang Que.
No, what about the promised monk battle? Why did there be no punches?
"You guys, put him in the coffin." Yang Que looked at Taoist Jin Ming's disciple and said.
The disciples reacted and immediately "dead the master but not himself", rushing to stuff the fainted Taoist Jin Ming into a large wooden box.
Of course, this big wooden box is not a coffin, but a wallet of Taoist Jin Ming.
Bring it on your trip and use it to hold all kinds of filial piety and spoils. You must be satisfied only after you have to be full.
Now I have two people installed, and a bunch of messy things happen to be full.
Returning with a full load.
Putting the master into the coffin and seeing that Yang Que had no intention of leaving anyone, the monks with low cultivation were as if they were granted a general amnesty and ran away in vain.
"Where did we just talk about it?" Yang Que said to the demonized ministers.
"The real person can save us!"
"Yes, please be sure to save our lives!"
A group of people knelt down again, and had been upgraded from Taoist priest to the real person level.
Just kidding, the other Taoist priest was stuffed into the coffin.
What is this person who is not a real person? Even if he is not a Nascent Soul, he is still a real person.
"I have two choices here." Yang Que said, "One is to maintain the status quo. If you don't encounter any major danger, you may not be devilish. Second, follow me and I will take you to a place with beautiful mountains and rivers and pleasant scenery.
"You will not encounter any danger there. If you are lucky, you can solve your problems. After solving them, you will let you be free for twenty years. If you are not lucky, you should spend your old age in peace.
"You can choose for yourself."
Yang Que threw the problem back to these people.
The sequelae of the half-demon fusion can be considered "injury" in a sense, and may be slowly cured by the mountain, sea, cave heaven.
At that time, Yang Que would not mind letting these people go free, of course, there would be a price.
"Real person, is the demonization completely uncontrollable?" someone asked.
"Yes, and you will lose your mind unless you are lucky." Yang Que said, "Like the one just now, you will not lose your mind."
"I'm willing to follow the real person!"
Someone gave the answer.
With the first one, the rest of the people followed one after another, and no one chose to stay in a group of people.
Just kidding, even if they choose to stay, their identities will be "exposed" and the court will definitely not be able to stay.
Maybe one day you will be defeated by a passing monk.
It's better to follow the other person.
As for whether the other party’s words are true or not, to be honest, do they have a second choice?
Chapter completed!