Jiang Yuanyuan and Bai Xiuyuan were amazed and asked in unison, "Daoist, does the golden juice really have such miraculous effects?"
Master Jingyuan nodded, “Of course, I never lie.”
"As the saying goes, fight poison with poison. To deal with such a vicious corpse poison, we should use century-old golden juice."
He took out a gourd from the bag on his back. "I often deal with zombies, so I always carry some 'golden juice,' enough to save these people."
Once the gourd lid was pulled off, the stench assaulted the skull.
Master Jingyuan smiled and said, "I guarantee it will be authentic, unpolluted, and additive-free."
The three fell silent. Jiang Yuanyuan and Bai Xiuyuan pinched their noses and backed away. "Captain, it's your decision."
Yun Yan rubbed his temples. "Master, try it your way."
Master Jingyuan approached him with the gourd in his hand, saying, "Disciple, do you want to check it? Don't blame me if something goes wrong."
A strong stench assaulted their nostrils, and Yun Yan's face turned ashen. "Master, get down to business!"
"Alright, I'm not teasing you anymore." Master Jingyuan closed the gourd. "Give me the medicine from earlier, and find some raw glutinous rice. Remember, it must be raw glutinous rice."
"We'll go right away."
Jiang Yuanyuan and Bai Xiuyuan ran out the door together, breathed in the fresh air, and finally came back to life.
Yun Yan also wanted to leave, but Master Jingyuan stopped him, saying, "Disciple, stay and help your master make dumplings. I'm old and my back is bad; I can't do these rough jobs."
Yunyan put on a mask and did as his master instructed. After finishing everything, his face turned pale.
Jiang Yuanyuan and Bai Xiuyuan came in carrying two bags of raw glutinous rice. "Daoist Master, we're back."
“Alright.” Master Jingyuan suddenly became serious. “You all help hold his head down so he doesn’t bite me.”
The three worked together: Master Jingyuan grabbed a handful of raw glutinous rice and sprinkled it on the wound, then pinched the man's chin and forcefully fed him the pill.
"Aaaaaah!!"
The man screamed several times, his eyes rolled back, and he vomited repeatedly. The vomit was black and had a putrid smell.
Master Jingyuan explained, "This is a normal phenomenon. Once all the corpse poison is expelled, everything will be fine."
They used the same method to save one person, and after saving everyone, Jiang Yuanyuan collapsed on the sofa, saying, "I'm exhausted, but thankfully it worked."
Master Jingyuan stroked his beard. “The Yuanqing Temple’s thousand-year-old secret recipe is certainly useful. Remember to keep it a secret.”
Jiang Yuanyuan smiled wryly. Who would steal this thing for no reason? Stealing this is like stealing poop; there are tons of poop in the toilet.
Master Jingyuan handed the remaining pills to her, saying, "Little Miao girl, keep these safe. If you encounter this situation again, follow my instructions."
He yawned. "Go back to sleep."
Yun Yan suddenly spoke up, "Wait! Master! There's news from southern Yunnan!"
Master Jingyuan continued walking, saying, "This is none of my business. You guys can stay up all night and work overtime."
"We've found traces of Master Huiming." Yunyan opened a photograph. "Master, do you think this is Master Huiming?"
The photo was very blurry, only showing a bald head and not a clear face. Master Jingyuan immediately recognized the person in the photo as his longtime friend, the monk Huiming.
He was extremely excited, "My disciple, where is she?"
Yun Yan said, word by word, "The new tomb is also located in Wuling County, Yunnan Province. According to the Special Administration Bureau's investigation, it is related to Qingxin Temple and the coffin boards being transported to the capital."
Master Jingyuan understood, "The Special Administration Bureau suspects Huiming."
Huiming is the abbot of Qingxin Temple. He has never left the capital for decades, but now he has inexplicably gone to a small county in the southwest. This is very strange.
Yun Yan slowly began, “The director suspects that Master Huiming instructed tomb raiders to steal the coffin lids, creating a bunch of zombies that plunged the capital into chaos.”
Bai Xiuyuan was surprised, "How could it possibly be related to Master Huiming?"
Qingxin Temple is the largest and most famous temple in the capital, with a constant stream of worshippers. Locals come here to pray every month, and many people from other places fly here specifically to visit.
Master Huiming, the abbot, was compassionate, virtuous, and highly respected. He was deeply loved by the people, and everyone who met him spoke highly of him.
Bai Xiuyuan couldn't believe that such a master was involved with zombies and tomb raiding.
Yun Yan sighed, "It is a fact that Master Huiming left the capital without permission. Colleagues in Wuling County saw him going in and out with people from the Chaos Society."
Jiang Yuanyuan exclaimed, "Master Huiming is connected to the Chaos Society! Could he be that strange monk?!"
“No, the age doesn’t match.” Yun Yan rubbed his temples. “Anyway, we have to go to Wuling County. There are too many zombies there. The Yunnan Branch is requesting support.”
Jiang Yuanyuan raised her hand, "Captain, I'm willing to go."
Bai Xiuyuan stepped forward and said, "Captain, I'm willing to go too."
Yun Yan looked at his two teammates; one was skilled in Gu magic, and the other in Feng Shui, neither of whom were suitable for this mission.
Luckily, my master is here. He's good at fighting zombies, so why not use this free labor?
Yun Yan immediately decided, "You stay here to deal with the zombies and zombified people in the capital. My master and I will go there."
Master Jingyuan lowered his head and remained silent, lost in thought.
Yun Yan tugged at his beard. "Master?"
"Ah, oh." Master Jingyuan came to his senses. "Disciple, you are right."
Yun Yan grabbed him and strode towards the front door. "Let's go now."
Master Jingyuan looked completely bewildered. "Disciple, where are you going?!"
“Southern Yunnan, Wuling County”
"Wait, let's get some sleep and leave tomorrow. My old bones can't handle this kind of bumpy ride."
"The car has arrived, let's leave immediately."
"Ouch, don't pull my beard! It fell out! A long beard hair fell out! I'm so angry! She doesn't learn anything good, she just picks up bad habits from her little grandmaster every day... You become like those you associate with, stay away from her..."
...
Early in the morning, Lin Xi sneezed. Who was talking about her behind her back?
Never mind, I'll go back to sleep.
In her daze, she rolled over and bumped into a hard chest. The person next to her frowned and let out a soft moan.
"Um?"
Lin Xi lay down quietly and saw that the man's eyes were still closed. She breathed a sigh of relief, thankfully she hadn't woken him up.
That's when she woke up completely.
Memories of last night flooded back, and Lin Xi's cheeks flushed slightly.
She looked up at the man so close to her. His face, his nose, his mouth—every feature was a masterpiece of Nuwa's artistry, flawless from every angle.
Lin Xi scanned the face inch by inch, admiring its flawless features. Her gaze then moved downwards, settling on a certain prominent protrusion.
She touched it curiously; it was smooth and a little hard.
Huh? It can even scroll.
Just as Lin Xi was about to pull her hand back, her wrist was suddenly grabbed, and a man's low, husky voice came from above her head.
"Xixi, you're doing something bad."
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