Chapter 85: Nonsense
"Stop, stop, stop..." Dong Gan was anxious and yelled, "You crazy woman, stop it now, stop it now!"
Mao Xiaocao smiled and squinted her eyes and said, "If you tell me to stop, I'll be embarrassed. Why did you come here earlier?"
Dong Gan said, "Are you crazy? What if you attract people here? If I can't get better, can you get better? I don't know how many people want the soul-guiding lamp in your hand. Aren't you afraid that someone will snatch it away?"
"That would count if we can snatch it away." Mao Xiaocao's smiling expression suddenly disappeared, and then he took a deep breath and blew towards the lamp. Suddenly, the lamp suddenly exploded and jumped up to about 30 or 40 centimeters high. At this time, Xiaocao's face was covered with sweat.
But at the same time, the five zombies whose three souls and seven spirits were sealed suddenly stopped moving after a violent shaking, and a soul instantly floated out from their heads.
“Collect!” Mao Xiaocao waved at the dead souls, and they all flew towards her. Donggan, Wenhua and Qiu Sheng were stunned, and said dejectedly: “It’s over, it’s over, these corpses that we spent a hundred years to nurture are all gone.”
They had originally planned to drive the corpses back to the Miao village in western Hunan, but they didn't expect to run into Mao Xiaocao who was chasing them just as they set out. If it were an ordinary person, it would be easy to deal with, but the soul-guiding lamp in Xiaocao's hand could easily draw out the souls of the five zombies and take them away.
This is really like a mouse sucking a cat's cunt, and it just happened to hit a hard plate. It's so unlucky.
The five dead souls were collected by Mao Xiaocao into the soul-guiding lamp. The three Donggans looked dejected and annoyed, and then they bared their teeth and looked hateful.
It took a hundred years to raise only five corpses, and they were destroyed for no reason. It was equivalent to wasting all their hundred years of hard work. You originally had several million in your bank account, but suddenly one day you found that it was stolen. Don't you think you would be angry?
Dong Gan gritted his teeth and said, "We can't live well, and neither can you, especially with the soul-guiding lamp in your hand..."
Mao Xiaocao didn't say anything, which was considered as tacitly agreeing with the other party's words. There is a saying that goes "a rare commodity is worth hoarding, and possessing a treasure is a crime." What she was holding in her hand at this moment might be a rare commodity that countless people wanted. The key point was that this commodity was unique and there was only one such soul-guiding lamp in the world.
The first time, on the bank of the Wei River, Mao Xiaocao took out the soul-guiding lamp because she knew that Wang Jingzhe would not be greedy for what she had in his hand. This time, she had no choice but to bury Qin Cui'er and her husband together. She could not hide the bodies unless she forced the souls out. Naturally, she had to keep her promise.
Mao Xiaocao bent down, picked up the pair of embroidered shoes on the ground and put them back on her body. Just as she was about to put the soul-guiding lantern back in her hand, she heard several cars speeding towards her from outside the wilderness, followed by the sudden sound of brakes.
"Bang!"
"Bang..." The sound of the car door closing was heard several times, and then someone walked towards this side quickly.
The three Donggans looked at her with gloating eyes. They had not expected that people would be attracted so quickly. In just ten minutes, some people came over, and more and more people would surely come as time went by.
The first person to come was also wearing a Taoist robe, with his long hair tied behind his head and pinned with a wooden hairpin. The scabbard of a wooden sword was exposed on his shoulder. His outfit was very simple and orthodox, an orthodox Taoist outfit, more orthodox than Wang Jingzhe's.
In the world today, only the Taoists from the Tianshi Sect, Longhu Mountain and Maoshan Mountain dress like this. They have always continued to dress in the same attire as they did thousands of years ago and have never changed it.
After that person came over, a few other people followed him. They were dressed differently, some in plain clothes and some in Taoist robes.
But after these people came over, their eyes all fell on the soul-guiding lamp in Mao Xiaocao's hand, especially the Taoist priest who came over first.
"Amitabha..." The other party stretched out a hand and said in a trembling voice, "Isn't this the soul-guiding lamp of my Zhengyi Sect? Ever since our founder Zhang Daoling passed away and ascended to heaven, this item has disappeared. The Zhengyi Sect has always believed that this soul-guiding lamp was buried underground with the Heavenly Master, but now it seems that is not true. I would like to ask this female donor, where did you get my Zhengyi Sect's soul-guiding lamp?"
As soon as the Taoist priest finished speaking, the people around him gave him a shameless look. This guy is simply amazing. As soon as he appeared on the stage, he made a preconceived statement and directly pinned the soul-guiding lamp on himself, saying that it was from the Zhengyi Sect. How dare you let others interrupt you like this?
Mao Xiaocao said faintly: "I picked it up..."
Mao Xiaocao knew that no matter how she explained, it would be useless. She was guilty of possessing a treasure. No matter if she came up with a hundred excuses or a hundred and one, the other party would always use the words "This is the words of Zhang Daoling, the Heavenly Master of our Zhengyi Sect" to refute her.
This is indeed the case. Everyone in the world knows that this soul-guiding lamp is the personal belonging of Heavenly Master Zhang Daoling, and it has always been with him to subdue demons and monsters. As for how it ended up at Tiandao Peak in Fanjing Mountain, Mao Xiaocao didn't know either. It was given to her by her master when she came down from Fanjing Mountain. It was said that only the saintess of Tiandao Peak in each generation were qualified to hold it.
"I am Qiu Chengzi, a disciple of the Zhengyi Sect."
Mao Xiaocao hummed and asked calmly, "And then?"
"The soul-guiding lamp in the donor's hand belongs to our Zhengyi Sect. The leaders of all generations have been searching for it. God knows, I finally found it. I hope the donor can return it to us. We will be grateful to you."
"I picked it up..." Mao Xiaocao said faintly, "I didn't steal it. What I picked up is mine."
Qiu Chengzi was stunned for a moment, and said angrily: "What's your logic?"
Mao Xiaocao gathered her hair and said calmly: "Who is talking to you about reason? Don't be naive. What is reason? How much is one pound? I'll take as many as you have."
"You..." Qiu Chengzi's tongue might not be very fluent, he pointed at Mao Xiaocao for a long time but couldn't finish the second half of the sentence.
Mao Xiaocao said: "If you have the ability, you can pick it up from here and I will also count it as yours."
"Okay, okay, okay," Qiu Chengzi nodded repeatedly and said, "You are so stubborn and unreasonable. I have to teach you a lesson on behalf of your teacher."
The people around didn't say anything, just watched the two of them arguing silently. The soul-guiding lamp in Mao Xiaocao's hand didn't mean you could just want it. There were so many people watching, so whoever grabbed it would own it.
