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Chapter 828 The Ming Dynasty 12

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    At two o'clock in the morning, the morning stars twinkled on Fenghuang Mountain and the full moon hung high. It was a beautiful day with clear sky and clear clouds. The path in the mountains twisted and turned across the hills, and the dew-laden weeds were wet.  For Wang Chen's shoes, Wang Chen was carrying a blue cloth package. Inside was a small square cake-like piece of gelatin explosive wrapped in the wrapping paper of the most famous Jinji pastry shop in Suzhou.

    This makes Wang Chen look like a scholar carrying snacks up the mountain, if you ignore his short hair.

    The finished product of colloidal explosive is in the form of light yellow powder. After mixing the nitroglycerin, it can be molded into a mud shape like flour. Although it looks like pastry, it still smells of a faint chemical raw material. Wang Chen thinks of these  'True Thunder' is coated in icing sugar and even has a bit of tangy spice added for cover.

    Wang Chen felt very regretful. If he had been given a little more time, it would have been easier for him to knead out the cream and frame the Western-style pastries. Now this Zhenlei looks very delicious. It is said to be Jinji's new product.  In this small town where transportation is not developed, no one should doubt it.

    The teacher's palace took the path and followed Wang Chen.

    Today, what we have to do is to deal with the extermination of the family. There is no reason for Wang Chen not to be careful. He is a stranger. Although his short hair is a bit eye-catching, the Taoist temple is not a government official and will not intercept people for questioning. A stranger with short hair, in  Walking up the mountain road in the early morning and at night was a bit weird, but compared to the conspicuous target of the teacher, Gong Laodao, it couldn't be much wrong.

    "After all, the Taoist priests in Shangqing Palace have never seen Wang Chen. If they can recognize Wang Chen, they will see a ghost!"

    The gun in his arms stabbed Wang Chen's waist and abdomen hard, but it gave him a strange sense of security. Wang Chen thought of his last memories before time travel, blood, fire, women's cries, men's wailings, and  There was a sound of smashing and breaking glass, and those familiar people lay in a pool of blood, letting the increasingly hot sun bake.

    There are also - those corpses that can eat people.

    He still clearly remembers the strange feeling when he swung an iron rod and hit the head of the corpse with its throat bone exposed to the air and smelling of putrid smell. At that time, he was bitten on the foot by an angry and crazy rat.  His shin seemed to be infected with some virus, his head became more and more dizzy, and his body began to heat up, but he could not treat himself.

    After leaving the community, without the protection of the fence, you have to face the rampaging animals and corpses on the street for the first time.

    The survivors gathered in a remote building in the community and formed a temporary organization, waiting for the government's rescue. The sound of gunshots kept ringing in the distance, which frightened them but also brought a small amount of comfort. Originally, Wang Chen had suffered like this.  The injured should receive care and treatment at the rear. The survivors collected medicines that were kept at home by themselves and their neighbors, and a doctor set up a rear emergency room. However, when the disaster broke out, it was time to go to work, and the community survived.  Among them were young and old, and there were too few men in their prime.

    Wang Chen had to join in cleaning up the rioting pet dogs and corpses in the community, at least to block the gate of the community and create a second line of defense.

    Wang Chen didn't know the reason for the disaster. He only heard that except for their city, other areas in the country were still under the control of the government. There was no huge chaos. He also didn't hear that animals could be violent and the dead could be resurrected, just like  The news of a zombie virus-like plague in science fiction works is also the reason why the survivors have the confidence to persist until the government rescues them. The radio keeps reminding them that when they return home, the survivors establish an organization and unite to wait for rescue.

    "Perhaps, everything stems from the meteor shower that spread all over the world on the night of December 21st!"

    The meteorite fell in Canada, within the Arctic Circle. I heard it was an ice-based meteorite. After it disintegrated in the atmosphere, some fragments were scattered. One of the meteorite fragments fell into the sea near the city where Wang Chen was. This was what Wang Chen heard from his friends.  We found out when we were chatting in the group. Someone joked that he wanted to be a meteorite hunter, looking for precious meteorites worth tens of thousands per gram. But someone immediately retorted that the ice-based meteorite should melt even if it was not burned up.  into the sea.

    That night, the sky was as red as blood.

    Wang Chen's thoughts were a little far away, but when the Shangqing Palace Courtyard appeared in his sight, he was still a little absent-minded. He squeezed the hardwood stick in his right hand. The heavy feel was a bit like the iron stick that day. This stick looked  The thing that looks like a scholar's crutch is the third most powerful weapon in Wang Chen's hand. He carefully wrapped the head of the stick with a circle of iron sheet, hoping that the center of gravity would be more comfortable when swinging.

    Wang Chen waited patiently in the woods outside the Shangqing Palace for a while. It was not until the morning bell rang quietly that he touched the left side of the Taoist temple gate. The Taoist temple was built according to the mountains.After telling him clearly, Wang Chen also easily found a place that Master Palace said was better to use the mountain to climb over the high wall. He climbed up the tree a little awkwardly and climbed over the wall.

    The courtyard of Shangqing Palace is built according to the mountain. More than a dozen patios of different sizes and winding corridors are scattered high and low according to the terrain. However, the Shanmen, Sanqing Hall, and Huangdi Hall are always built on the central axis. They are solemn and solemn, with the front and back low.  High, the height difference is even three or four stories high.

    First, we have to go to the Pyrotechnics Institute!

    ???????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? The Taoist priests of Pyrotechnics have to light a fire before they can go to the Sanqing Hall, the main hall, to attend morning classes. When presiding over the morning classes and reciting sutras, they should always drink tea and hot water!  You also need to wash up and clean!  Outer disciples and ordinary Taoist boys can use cold water to deal with it, but the three true Taoist priests must always bring hot water!

    Therefore, the Pyrotechnics Institute is the first busy Taoist temple for morning classes every day. By this time, hot water for washing should have been sent out and water for morning classes is being boiled.

    The Taoist priests were very quiet. The three Taoist priests in the Pyrotechnics Institute were busy adding firewood and boiling water, but in an orderly manner without making a sound. Even though the Taoist priests in the Pyrotechnics Institute were lean, their arms were full of muscles, and they carried dozens of things every day.  Running around with a heavy kettle, everyone can develop a body of tendon meat. The master's palace also specially told him that if you can avoid killing people, don't kill those pyrotechnical Taoist priests.

    After all, there is a passion for incense - Patriarch Jiugong was also a Taoist Taoist priest of Shangqing Palace in the past.

    It can be seen that the work of the pyrotechnics Taoist and pyrotechnic monks is crouching tiger, hidden dragon!  Probably second only to the librarian of Zangjing Pavilion!  After all, the ancestors of the Taoist sect, Laozi and Taishang Laojun, were also the administrators of the National Library of the Zhou Dynasty.

    Wang Chen picked up the heavy iron-wrapped stick and waited quietly at the corner of the corridor next to the Pyrotechnics Institute. When a Pyrotechnical Taoist priest came out carrying a large hot water teapot, he hurried down.  He walked around to the back of the house, stood on tiptoe, and hit the back of the neck with a heavy stick. The Taoist priest and the teapot fell down at the foot of the steps.

    He seemed to be scalded by hot water and twitched twice before fainting.

    Wang Chen rushed over from the side, carried the unconscious Taoist priest, and threw him into a side room not far away. He hesitated, but in the end he did not break the poor Taoist priest's neck bones.

    Most of the hot water in the iron kettle was spilled, but Wang Chen still picked it up and walked straight to the Pyrotechnics Institute. The two Taoist priests were still busy boiling water, and the Master Palace was already following behind.  Wang Chen gave him a wink and walked straight into the courtyard. When the two Taoist priests heard the movement, they looked up in surprise and saw a strange scholar. Someone immediately stood up and asked: "Where did you, this scholar, come from?"  Coming in?"

    Wang Chen pretended to clasp his fists and said, "Next is the scholar passing by. Because I love the scenery of Phoenix Mountain, I just asked the abbot to stay with me for a day."

    "Then" The Taoist Taoist priest in charge wanted to say something, but Wang Chen had already approached him. When Wang Chen attracted the attention of the two, Master Gong had already touched him from behind and hit the Taoist priest behind him hard.  On the posterior carotid artery, Wang Chen pretended to be shocked and pointed behind the Taoist priest. When he turned around to look, the heavy stick had already hit his head.

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    Wang Chen turned around and tied up the three firework Taoist priests with the cowhide ropes brought from the Master's Palace, and stuffed a gloved ball into his mouth, which he also brought with him, but Wang Chen knew what to do with stuffing rags.  Yes, you can also use your tongue to push it out, but the mouth ball is better to use, so I made a few and used them on three pyrotechnics Taoist priests, and that was almost it.

    As for the people behind, Wang Chen is not prepared to go to that trouble and let them survive.

    Shizhanggong pinched his face a few times with a flour-like paste. Looking at it from a close distance, there were still big flaws. However, it was dark now, and the candles in the Taoist temple did not need to be bright with modern electric lights. Most Taoist priests were short-sighted.  At first glance, there are no flaws.  (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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