Through previous contacts, Ye Chuzhi could tell that fellow Taoist Cheng Yan was a straightforward person. When he saw the other party's expression of embarrassment, he asked directly: "What's wrong? Is there anything difficult? There is no suitable one." Location?”
But he heard Deng Ming say that things are different now from the era before him. There is something called a camera everywhere, which allows others to see what he is doing from thousands of miles away. It is very easy to find a secluded place where others cannot see. not easy.
"This..." Cheng Yan hesitated and said with a wry smile, "There is no problem in burning them separately. There are also secluded places, but... this sword made of lightning strike wood is not easy to find."
Among the dozens of people who live in Longhu Mountain, only his master, the current head of Longhu Mountain, has a sword made of lightning strike wood, and it is not made of peach wood.
Fellow Daoist Ye didn't know where he came from. When he opened his mouth, he saw a mahogany sword made of lightning strike wood. Where could he get it in such a hurry
He was in a dilemma, but the previous painful lessons told Cheng Yan that it was better to side with Ye Chuzhi when it came to dealing with this living corpse. After all, past experience told him that these evil cultivators had endless ways to use evil methods. He really didn't want to experience the frightening feeling of wandering on the edge of death again.
"Is it difficult to find a peach wood sword?" Ye Chuzhi asked in surprise.
It's not that he doesn't believe in Cheng Yan, it's actually that in his time, there weren't too many peach wood swords made of thunder strike wood, especially in Longhu Mountain. Not to mention the elders, almost all the brothers who were a little older had one. Bundle.
"It was true that there were many in the past, but then... something happened." Cheng Yan hesitated for a moment, swallowed what he wanted to say, and said with a wry smile, "Now in Longhu Mountain, only my master has a sword made of lightning strike wood, but His old man is in the mountains now. If he comes here by car, it will take more than ten hours at the fastest. I wonder if it will be too late?"
What he didn't say was that the flight actually only takes more than two hours. However, when the old man, Master, was catching a bird monster, he was taken to fly around in the sky for several times. From then on, he was full of psychological shadows about the matter of heaven. , and also very resistant to airplanes!
Besides, he is almost eighty years old, and as an apprentice, I am really embarrassed to bother him!
More than ten hours! !
Ye Chuzhi sighed helplessly.
His body has just been practicing and his spiritual power is insufficient. When he was in a hurry, he used his own soul power to draw the soul-fixing talisman just now, and soul power is still relatively precious to him now. Every time he uses soul power, it is a consumption for the soul, so this talisman is really It's impossible to restrain a living corpse for too long.
"What happened just now happened suddenly. I can only control the living corpse for about an hour. I'm afraid it's too late."
"Then what should we do?" Cheng Yan was also anxious, "This living corpse is so powerful. If we let him escape and injure a few more lives, wouldn't it cause a big mess after absorbing enough anger? How about this! I'll follow Apply above and see if we can send a helicopter over to transport it back to Longhu Mountain!"
Having said this, he looked at Ye Chuzhi with a slightly apologetic look, and discussed with him: "When the time comes, I will also bother Daoist Ye to make a hard trip and fly there together, so that if anything goes wrong on the way, it's okay. Convenient to remedy at any time.”
Ye Chuzhi: "..."
So far, in his mind, airplanes are just a means of transportation that can fly in the sky, and according to Deng Ming, this thing is still dangerous. He just escaped from the jade pendant and still cherished his life. In fact, I don’t want to experience the feeling of falling from the sky and falling to my death!
He actually wanted to tell Cheng Yan that he didn't really want to fly in the sky. But the problem is, now that Cheng Yan's attitude seems to be that he is the backbone of this matter, and the other party is indeed not strong enough, he really can't just ignore it.
It's just... It's impossible to fly by plane. It's absolutely impossible to fly by plane until he fully understands this means of transportation.
In this case, the best way is...
"Fellow Taoist Cheng, do you have cinnabar and talismans?" Ye Chuzhi asked.
"Ah?" Cheng Yan was stunned for a moment, and then realized that Ye Chuzhi probably wanted to draw a talisman, so he nodded quickly, "Yes!"
He, Longhushan, is also good at drawing talismans. As the head disciple, how could he not carry blank talisman paper and cinnabar with him when he goes out.
That's something that can save your life at a critical moment!
only…
Cheng Yan looked around and found that except for the weeds about half a man's height and gravel, there was no suitable place to draw the talisman.
He took out his cell phone and dialed Sun Shao's number.
Although Sun Shao and Qiao Yu were assigned the job of stopping passers-by, because it was already past nine o'clock in the evening, and this was the outskirts of the city, there were a lot of cars passing by on the road, but there were really not many pedestrians.
Therefore, the two people said they were supporting outside, but in fact they had been paying attention to the movements of Cheng Yan and Ye Chuzhi. They had vaguely seen Cheng Yan wrestling with the living corpse before, and both of them were worried to death. Qiao Yu was even more worried. He shouted to Ye Chuzhi to leave Cheng Yan alone and run away quickly.
If he hadn't known that the living corpse could absorb life and strengthen itself, he would have been unable to restrain his anxiety and rushed over!
Because of this, Sun Shao's ringing phone gave him a channel to vent his anger: "Who! Call now!!"
Sun Shao also took out his mobile phone with displeasure. He couldn't help but be stunned when he saw the name on the screen. Then he pressed the call button as quickly as possible: "What instructions, Director Cheng?"
Hearing his last name, Qiao Yu swallowed the question he was about to say. He didn't care about his image at the moment, and leaned hard towards Sun Shao, hoping to hear Cheng Cheng on the phone. Yan said something.
Unfortunately, the call was short-lived. By the time he got close, Sun Shao had already hung up the phone.
"The director's phone number? What's going on over there? Is Xiao Chu okay?" Qiao Yu asked anxiously.
"It's solved for the time being." Sun Shao put away his phone with a strange look on his face, "Director Cheng said he asked me to find a small desk that can be used for writing and send it to them."