"Amitabha, this person can fly to the branch without any external help. His magical powers are really profound." Ikkyu said in admiration.

Simu nodded in agreement and said, "Indeed, this fellow Daoist is quite young. I wonder where he came from?"

Shi Jian's face was solemn. He didn't know if this person was a disciple from another Maoshan branch. If he came to compete with him for the candidate for the leader position, he would be a strong rival!

Zhuge Kongping was looking at the person in the distance with a smile. Beside him, a girl was pulling at the corner of his clothes, staring at the figure with a silly smile on her face.

"Brother... he's so cool!"

Zhuge Kongping glanced at the girl strangely and said, "Junior sister, stop learning all these messed up adjectives from foreigners all day long!"

At this moment, Mao Shiba suddenly laughed sinisterly: "Humph! Playing tricks, just wait and see how I can take him down!"

After he finished speaking, he stretched out his hand, took out a piece of black cloth from behind him, cast a spell on it, and then threw it suddenly. The black cloth instantly turned into a huge net and flew into the air.

…

Lin Lang used his lightness skills to quickly leap over the treetops and saw the group of people from afar.

The one wearing glasses should be Master Shidao, and the little monk next to him, could it be the young Master Ikkyu?

And that arrogant young Taoist priest should be the Shibanjian mentioned by Mom, that is, the eldest senior brother Shi Jian of Maoshan.

And that fat guy is another familiar face. The former actor of "Fat Cat" might be Zhuge Kongping from the Zhuge family, a prominent family in the spiritual world as described by Ma Xiaoyun.

Eh? And that guy...isn't that Awei?

Lin Lang was wondering when suddenly Awei threw out a piece of black cloth, which turned into a big net and flew towards him in the blink of an eye. It seemed that he was dissatisfied with his showy appearance and planned to take him down.

"Haha! Combining Western magic with Eastern Taoism, that's a great idea!"

Lin Lang saw through the characteristics of the black cloth at a glance.

As he leaped, he saw the big net approaching him. Lin Lang smiled faintly and the Zhenwu sword in his hand was instantly unsheathed.

“clang!”

As if the sword chant was echoing in heaven and earth, the dragon pattern on the blade of the Zhenwu Sword flickered slightly.

"Buzz!"

An extremely sharp sword energy, yet with a hint of coldness, suddenly burst out, instantly splitting the net in half.

Everyone was shocked. That sword energy... was so sharp!

"Wow! That's really cool!" The girl looked silly.

Mao Shiba screamed in pain, "Oh! My baby!"

Zhuge Kongping's face changed. Mao Shiba's black cloth was a carefully crafted magic weapon, and the material was extraordinary. Even the powerful zombies could not tear it apart. He did not expect that it could be easily chopped by this man. It was really amazing.

"Hahaha! I am Lin Lang, the poor Taoist priest, and I am honored to meet you all, my fellow Taoists!"

Lin Lang landed lightly in front of everyone and nodded slightly.

Shi Jian's expression changed, and he smiled slightly, saying, "I am Shi Jian, a disciple of Mount Mao."

He then pointed at Simu and others beside him and introduced them one by one.

"This is my junior fellow apprentice, Simu, Qianhe..."

Lin Lang nodded one by one, and then saluted Ikkyu, Zhuge Kongping and others beside him.

Finally, he looked at the unhappy Awei and said with a smile: "What is your name, fellow Taoist?"

Mao Shiba curled his lips and said, "My name is Mao Shiba, the future number one Mao in the world. Since you are so polite, I will let you go of breaking my magic weapon. I won't do it again!"

Lin Lang's mouth curled up slightly. It turned out to be the best Mao in the world in "Ghost Hunting Family Fun". This guy really likes to seek death.

Awei... No, it's Mao Shiba.

Lin Lang just smiled faintly at Mao Shiba's expression and didn't take it too seriously. He would have plenty of opportunities to deal with him later.

At this time, Shi Jian stepped forward and asked, "Fellow Daoist Lin, are you here for the Zombie King of Chen Village as well?"

Lin Lang nodded, "Indeed, I heard that a zombie king appeared in Chenjia Village and wreaked havoc on the people. I came here specifically to subdue it!"

After taming this one, plus the previous two, he had a total of three zombie kings, and was one step closer to summoning the drought demon clone.

Shi Jian felt a little delighted and said, "So, fellow Daoist is not a disciple of the Maoshan Sect?"

"I have occasionally learned one or two Maoshan spells, but I cannot be considered a Maoshan disciple." Lin Lang said truthfully.

Maoshan disciples are of varying quality. Anyone who has learned a little bit of Maoshan will claim to be a Maoshan disciple, but they are not true Maoshan disciples, and the Maoshan sect will not recognize them.

Moreover, all the Taoists in the world know some basic knowledge of Maoshan, so he is not afraid of being held accountable by Maoshan.

After hearing what Lin Lang said, Shi Jian felt relieved. It was good that he was not a Maoshan disciple, otherwise he would be in real danger.

As long as that brat Lin Fengjiao is not around, the position of the head of the Maoshan Sect will still be mine.

As for Zhuge Kongping and others...

Haha! Although the Zhuge family is indeed not weak in the Maoshan Sect, Shi Jian has nothing to worry about as long as the older generation does not show up to help.

And there's Mao Shiba, who spends all day tinkering with those weird... techniques. He's nothing to be afraid of.

Thinking of this, Shi Jian smiled and said, "Since fellow Daoist and I share the same goal, let's work together to subdue this Zombie King and avenge the villagers of Chenjia Village!"

Lin Lang smiled and nodded, but he was sneering in his heart. It sounds nice, but if there was no profit motive, would you risk your life to provoke this zombie king?

But Lin is different. He simply loves the job of catching zombies...

…

The group arrived at the village entrance. Lin Lang looked at the silent village with an indifferent expression.

I guess everyone in the village has turned into zombies now, but Lin Lang is not at all worried.

He has killed all the zombies in a town, let alone a village. How many zombies can there be?

On the contrary, Shi Jian and others looked a little solemn. The Zombie King is the king among zombies, and his strength is much stronger than that of ordinary zombies of the same level.

They have been practicing Taoism for twenty years, but have never dealt with the Zombie King alone. They have only seen it a few times, let alone caught it.

"Simu, Qianhe, you take all the disciples to set up the Xiantian Bagua Formation to prevent other zombies from escaping!" Shi Jian said.

"yes!"

Simu, along with other Maoshan disciples, began to set up the Xiantian Bagua Formation.

After a while, a tall yellow cloth rose up, covered with various Maoshan talismans.

At this moment, Lin Lang suddenly asked in confusion, "Fellow Daoist Shi, why don't you capture the Zombie King during the day?"

There is plenty of Yang energy during the day, so the Zombie King should be easier to deal with.

Shi Jian shook his head and smiled bitterly, "I would like to, but the Sect Leader has ordered that we cannot use any tricks to capture the Zombie King. We can only rely on our own strength. There is nothing we can do."

Lin Lang nodded slightly. This was pretty much what he expected.

The selection of the leader of Maoshan is of utmost importance and no one can get away with it by taking shortcuts.

If someone like Mamadi, who is not well-trained, were to burn down the village, that would be too much of a joke.

“Ah…”

Suddenly, a low roar was heard and Mao Shiba screamed.

“Here I come!”