The Meeting in the Small Woods

"System, once I've dealt with this vampire, I'll be heading over to Taoist Priest Simu's place. Before I leave, I want to give Uncle Nine a gift. Help me pick out something good, something Uncle Nine can use."

"A wooden sword made from the Millennium Peach Tree Heart would be very suitable. A Heavenly Thunder Talisman would work too, and a Foundation Establishment Pill is also good."

"Fine! Then those three. Give me four sets. For the fourth set, swap the peachwood sword for prayer beads."

"You got it! Dear customer, that comes to a total of two million taels of gold."

"Put it on my tab." ¬_¬｀

"You're putting even this little bit on a tab? I ****!"

The system grumbled and nagged at Qing Mo for over an hour, while Qing Mo acted as if nothing had happened. Wasn't freeloading sweet?

At the village chief's request, Uncle Nine helped search for a water source again, and because of the bats, the coordinate point was moved to the place where the vampire had been buried.

After that, because A-Wei was greedy for money, his own female cousin ended up becoming the vampire's blood pack.

Qing Mo thought of the several months' rent he had paid. Uncle Nine's wallet was bulging, so he had not docked his two disciples' wages like in the original plot, which meant the scene where the two of them discussed stealing money with Little Zombie was gone. How was he supposed to lure those two into triggering the female ghost? If they did not trigger the female ghost, how was he supposed to meet their foreign friend in the grove in the middle of the night?

"Sigh... I really did snatch away all of Little Zombie's original scenes."

Qing Mo sighed. That night, he called Wencai and Qiusheng to take him to town for some fun, and even tossed them a gold brick. Without another word, the two young lads took Qing Mo out to listen to music. They somehow rode their bicycles with the feel of motorcycles—fast, so fast they did not even stop to catch their breath!

Of course, the music Qing Mo listened to was sung onstage. As for the music those two listened to...

"Mm! She sang that well even without a million-dollar tuner. This money was worth it."

With a sweep of his divine sense, Qing Mo discovered those two—one dragon fighting two tigers. Sure enough, when it was not their own money, they really went all out! Qing Mo did not look twice at these women. Wasn't his own Yu Rou sweet enough?

"Qing Mo, you really were listening to music the whole time? No way, right?"

"Aiya, when you come to this kind of place, of course you're supposed to enjoy yourself! How could just listening to music be enough?"

"Ah, aren't you supposed to listen to music when you come here? I thought it was pretty good!"

There was no helping it; he could only play the innocent for once. Was he supposed to tell them he had just watched the battle for a bit?

Wencai and Qiusheng originally wanted to drag Qing Mo inside by force to let him enjoy himself a little, but Qing Mo asked what they would do if Uncle Nine got angry because they returned too late. Helpless, the two could only give up, agreeing that next time they absolutely had to take Qing Mo inside to play!

As expected, on the way back, things played out just like the plot. Qing Mo fooled the two of them into looking for a little more excitement, and only when Wencai had gotten too deep into the act did he call Uncle Nine out. When Uncle Nine saw it, he gave Wencai a full set of human-body-leaves-the-ground seven-hundred-and-twenty-degree blood-circulation-and-bruise-dispersion on the spot, then lured the female ghost out and sealed her into a jar.

Uncle Nine had originally been about to lose his temper, but those two were still fairly loyal and did not say Qing Mo had been the one to take them out for fun. Seeing that they were pretty decent, Qing Mo planned to give each of them another gold brick later.

Because it was those two who had lured the female ghost back, Uncle Nine had them go find the female ghost's physical body. The plot returned to its proper track. While the two of them searched all over town for the female ghost's body, Qing Mo turned into a salted fish, planning to wait until it was time to meet the foreign friend in the grove.

"Master, we can't find it. I've almost flipped this place over and still can't find it."

"Then we can only invite the Kongming lantern!"

Uncle Nine set up the altar and performed the ritual, raised the Kongming lantern, and infused a wisp of the female ghost's soul into it. Everyone followed the direction indicated by the Kongming lantern, walking farther and farther away.

"It's time. I'll play with him first."

Qing Mo also flew into the sky and arrived first at the meeting place for their sword clash, waiting there.

The three found the female ghost's body, and because Wencai was careless for a moment, the three successfully crossed swords with their Western friend. The instant the two sides' gazes met, sparks flew.

Uncle Nine made the first move, sending the other party a yellow talisman to calm his nerves. Unfortunately, the man did not appreciate it at all and tore it up right in front of him. Helpless, Uncle Nine tried to throw a fishing net over him, only for it to be like scraping at him with gua sha. All eighteen martial arts, including blackjacks and man-made smoke bombs, were useless. Wencai almost had an intimate encounter with the other party's red lips; fortunately, a slipper was stuffed over in time to ease the other party's craving.

Qing Mo watched and laughed at the same time. This was much more fun than going with those two to listen to music. He just wondered whether the smell of Wencai's shoe went to the head!

In the end, on the broken bridge, Uncle Nine discovered that physical attacks with stones seemed to work better. He directly picked up a huge rock and smashed the other party down the cliff. The two sides' first meeting stopped at a light touch.

After daybreak, the three returned to town. Uncle Nine had originally wanted to find A-Wei and tell him about the Western zombie, only to happen upon his female cousin just as she was about to suck A-Wei's blood. Uncle Nine acted in time and stopped her, but as a result, he successfully entered the little black room.

Just as the female cousin was about to suck Uncle Nine's blood inside the little black room, Qing Mo knew it was time for him to enter the scene.

"Uncle Nine, I heard you need my help?"

Qing Mo held Little Zombie in his arms, his face paired with a wicked, cheap grin.

"Aiya, Qing Mo, hurry, hurry and save me!"

"You got it!"

Qing Mo reached out and grabbed the iron door, tearing the entire door off in one go, then threw it straight at the female cousin who had turned into a vampire. She was instantly smashed to death. Qing Mo then dragged her corpse out and threw it under the sun, where it was directly baked into pus-water.

Uncle Nine watched Qing Mo's movements and gave him a deep look without saying anything. He hurried to the church. He suspected that the Western zombie had not been killed by the fall last night and had probably returned here.

Qing Mo had already notified Wencai and Qiusheng, telling them to rescue the nuns inside and not to startle the bats within, and to wait until he and Uncle Nine arrived before doing anything.

"Wencai, Qiusheng, how's the situation?"

"Don't worry, Master! All the nuns are here. We discovered there are a lot of bats inside, but we didn't startle them."

"Qing Mo, what do we do now?"

"Get something bloody to lure those bats out, then burn them to death. The main culprit will show himself."

When Wencai and Qiusheng heard Qing Mo say this, they immediately went to prepare.

"Qing Mo, tell me the truth. You...?"

"Uncle Nine, you only need to believe that I am a genuine Huaxia man. I also admire people like you, who uphold justice and spend your whole life defending the Dao. That's why I came to visit you and learn from you!"

"Good. I believe you!"

Uncle Nine also knew everyone had their own secrets. Besides, they had spent several months together by now, and Uncle Nine knew the person before him was a good man!

"Hey, you can burn the bats, but you can't burn our church."

"Burning the bats will definitely burn the church too! For the villagers' future safety, you should sacrifice the small self to fulfill the greater self!"

"No, the church is our home. If the church stands, we stand; if the church falls, we fall!"

Seeing the oldest nun and Qiusheng locked in an endless argument, Qing Mo simply used the most suitable, most considerate method. He gave the oldest nun three gold bricks, and told her it was only a rental; if there was any damage, he would also find people to help repair it for them.

"Fine, then! You said it yourselves! If anything gets damaged, you have to take responsibility and call people to come help us fix it!"

"Don't worry."

Qing Mo rolled his eyes at the nun clutching the three gold bricks in a death grip, had them leave first, and prepared to dry the foreign salted fish with Uncle Nine and the others!