Chapter 217 Golden Horn Copper Coffin
Not long after, Qianhe and his companions arrived, including the stern little prince, the effeminate Minister Wu, three boastful guards, and a golden coffin.

"Golden-horned bronze coffin!" If Yan Xu hadn't come, Simu wouldn't have thought too much about it. At most, he would have just looked at it curiously. After all, ordinary people are not qualified, needless, or can't afford a coffin of this grade. It is just like a modern sliding cover with ambient lighting and sound effects, which makes people unable to help but look at it curiously.

But Yan Xu insisted on following, and the appearance of the golden-horned bronze coffin immediately gave Simu a bad feeling. If someone could use this coffin, the things inside must be extraordinary.

Simu, who rarely had a serious expression, pulled his junior brother Qianhe's hand aside and said something. They even almost started an argument. In the end, he could only let Qianhe take his treasured talismans and a big bag of glutinous rice.

Yan Xu did not interfere in anything, nor did he help Simu to persuade Qianhe, because it was useless. Everyone here has their own tasks and missions, and they can quit if they want to.

For example, the Qing Dynasty needed to bury the royal zombies containing thin dragon energy in the imperial mausoleum to add weight to the crumbling destiny of the Qing Dynasty. It would never allow others to burn them, otherwise why would it transport a zombie back to the capital across thousands of miles.

Although the young prince seems to have a noble status, but since he is a prince of the Qing Dynasty, he has to obey the imperial edict even if he doesn't want to. Otherwise, without this status, he would just be a little kid.

Since the young prince has done this, Minister Wu and the guards have no choice.

Qianhe also had no right to choose. As the descendant of Maoshan, he certainly knew how dangerous the royal zombies he was transporting were. Once this thing escaped, it would not be as simple as a river of blood.

Zombies are powerful in themselves, and the royal zombies contain even more rare dragon energy. Once they become powerful, ordinary means are useless. Otherwise, they would not use a golden-horned bronze coffin, let alone make so many preparations.

But no matter what preparations Qianhe made, she could not refuse, because this was a matter of face between the Qing Dynasty and Maoshan.

Large sects like Maoshan would send disciples to the contemporary dynasty to serve and obey orders, which was both a sign of submission and an excuse to avoid giving the other side an excuse to target them.

Therefore, Qianhe could not refuse at all, because once she refused, it would mean that Maoshan no longer obeyed the Qing Dynasty, which was equivalent to turning against the Qing Dynasty.

The Qing Dynasty is about to end, but as long as it hasn't collapsed, we can't take it lightly, otherwise Qianhe would never take this job.

Simu knew this of course, so he didn't insist in the end, because it was impossible for Qianhe to agree both publicly and privately.

After Qianhe and his group left, Simu returned to the house and saw Yan Xu wiping the Qinglong Yanyue Sword in his hand. He immediately understood something, took a deep breath, and said to Jiale.

"Jia Le, go and invite Master Ikkiu over. Remember, please."

"Ah?!" Jiale thought he had heard wrongly. When had his master ever been so polite to Master Ikkyu? But seeing Sima's serious expression, he didn't dare to ask more and hurried to find Master Ikkyu next door.

"Master Ikkyu, Master asks you to come over." Although the two houses were neighbors, Jiale said breathlessly because he was too nervous.

"Please? Did Simu eat something wrong?" Master Ikkyu put down the wooden fish in his hand and said in surprise.

"I don't know. I've never seen Master with this expression." Jiale shook his head vigorously and said.

Master Ikkyu frowned. As an old enemy, he also understood Simu and knew that even if Simu died, he would probably not bow to him. Therefore, the fact that he asked for the favor was not related to him.

Thinking of the golden-horned bronze coffin, Master Ikkyu suddenly stood up, turned around, and said to Jiale.

"You go back first. I'll pack up some magic tools and go right over."

"Okay, Master Yixiu." Jiale was peeking at Qingqing, and nodded quickly when he heard her words, then ran back. When Master Yixiu hurried over and saw the looks on Simu and Yan Xu's faces, he knew that he had guessed right, and something big really happened.

"I don't understand much about these things. I just want to ask, what will be the consequences if the golden-horned bronze coffin is struck by lightning." Yan Xu put down the knife in his hand and asked.

"Fierce, extremely fierce. Old Master Ren was just a local tyrant when he was alive, but he became so fierce even after being struck by lightning. This royal zombie was originally a prince who guarded the border. It was said that he was very brave when he was alive and he was a member of the royal family. Once struck by lightning, as long as he doesn't die, his dragon energy will be stimulated. Not only will he be invulnerable to swords and guns, and immune to water and fire, he will also have strong resistance to all kinds of magic spells and tools. It can be said to be quite troublesome." Simu determined something from Yan Xu's performance. Worried about his junior brother, he spoke quickly and urgently.

"What will happen if he sucks the blood of his blood relatives, warriors, and Taoist priests again?" Yan Xu's next words made Simu and Master Ikkyu's scalps numb. After looking at each other, it was Simu who spoke.

“No one can control it.”

Just four words made several people's faces turn ugly. Even Jiale and Qingqing, who were pouring tea, slowed down their movements cautiously.

"It looks like this was premeditated." Master Ikkyu said with a frown as he fiddled with his rosary beads.

"In all likelihood, the protagonist of this trip is the royal zombie lying in the coffin, and the others are just chosen sacrifices." Yan Xu had made some guesses before, but he was not a professional after all. After getting confirmation from Simu, he concluded that this matter was really premeditated.

"It seems that the Qing Dynasty has really run out of luck. It has even resorted to such means that are against the harmony of nature. Amitabha." Master Ikkyu shook his head and chanted the Buddha's name.

"I don't care what the court wants to do, but they cannot touch my junior brother!" Si Mu slammed the table and said viciously.

"People must be rescued. The problem now is that in order to ensure that things develop as they want and to control the royal zombie that has become powerful, the court will definitely have a backup plan. And how to deal with the court's reaction afterwards is also a problem." Yan Xu's meaning was very clear. If they didn't find a backup plan, there would definitely be changes, and it would be difficult to resolve the trouble the court would cause them afterwards.

After these words were spoken, not to mention Simu, even Master Ikkyu couldn't help but frown.

Simu has a good family background, so he can just leave. But what about Maoshan? Facing the imperial court’s questioning, they must give an explanation.

Master Ikkyu is not alone now. As an old monk, he can't travel around the world with Qingqing.

"Amitabha, you can hide yourself. I and Taoist Simu will take action first, and you can provide support. As for the court's accountability afterwards, I will bear it all." Master Ikkyu has already made up his mind. He will let Qingqing follow Simu, and he will be alone with nothing to worry about. Even if he is wanted by the court, what can he do?

"You stinky monk, why do you have to do everything? I am Qianhe's senior brother, so naturally I should take responsibility for this." Simu was unhappy and said while slamming the table.

"You two don't need to worry. I am building a Guandi Temple and a Mazu Temple in the Magic City. Taoist Simu and Master Ikkyu can go to the Magic City with me to help preside over the ceremonies." Yan Xu said something that he had planned in advance.

Now both of them were silent, not because they didn't want to, but because they were embarrassed.

Just looking at the fact that Uncle Jiu is still guarding a charity cemetery at his age, you can tell how much of a favor Yan Xu meant by letting them preside over the temple.

He couldn't refuse, and Simu also cared about his reputation. He could brag about it in front of his fellow apprentices for the rest of his life.

Although Master Ikkyu is not as vain as Simu, he may be able to give his apprentice a better environment, and he is also unlikely to refuse.

(End of this chapter)