American Comics: BOSS Invasion

The Four-Eyed Taoist Priest pried open the zombie's hands and inserted a bamboo stick into each.

Then, he lit a yellow talisman and chanted incantations.

"Heaven is spiritual, Earth is spiritual, walking corpses have spirits, walking corpses have nature, forget the bell, strike when you hear 'Ai,' beat when you see 'Ya,' 'Ai Ya' is the command! Eh—listen to my command!"

The burning yellow talisman emitted subtle wisps of smoke, revolving around the zombie's body as if imbued with sentience before gradually dissipating outwards.

Qi Shan paid no attention to the somewhat comical incantation, instead focusing his attention on the energy fluctuations emanating from the walking corpses.

This was actually a re-edited remote control command?

It was like resetting a nickname for a smartphone, resetting a program response.

The correlation was simple, but the framework built upon it could not be created with just a few words.

This was a complete operating system passed down and perfected by Taoists for thousands of years.

So, that's how you can operate them!

Qi Shan felt his eyes were opened.

The Four-Eyed Taoist Priest made a lotus flower shape with his hands, squatted into a horse stance, and shouted loudly. The zombies raised their hands in unison.

As if receiving a command, the zombies instantly appeared around him, and the sticks smashed down in unison, smashing the small water vat directly into pieces.

Qi Shan could almost hear his own heartbeat. The unlucky disciple Le Jia had already been awakened when the Four-Eyed Taoist Priest was about to lose his temper, and he happened to see it through the crack in the door.

Seeing the moment the small water vat shattered, Le Jia instantly shuddered.

He quickly ran back to the recliner and continued to pretend to sleep, muttering, "It's over, it's over, it's over this time!"

The Four-Eyed Taoist Priest nodded with satisfaction, raised his chin at Qi Shan, and said, "You wait outside first, I'll talk to you later!"

After speaking, he swaggered into the room with a large group of zombies, his walking posture extremely arrogant, much like a gang leader leading his underlings through the streets.

Qi Shan raised his eyebrows, finding it somewhat amusing. The Four-Eyed Taoist Priest had cultivated the Tao for many years, dealing mostly with the business of the dead, rarely interacting with the living, and whatever he thought was written on his face.

It was quite interesting.

Previously, the Four-Eyed Taoist Priest was still somewhat wary of Qi Shan. Although he didn't really lose in the previous sparring, it was just that the preparation work wasn't done well. If he had made full preparations, the Four-Eyed Taoist Priest was still confident that he could defeat Qi Shan. Maoshan Taoists are just that headstrong. As long as the Ancestral Master is still spiritually present in heaven, their morale will be high!

Just after controlling the zombies, his morale soared!

This Four-Eyed Taoist Priest was really interesting.

Controlling the zombies to surround Le Jia, the Four-Eyed Taoist Priest took a thick bamboo pole and swaggered over. He glanced at Le Jia, who was pretending to sleep, curled his lips down, widened his eyes, and swung the stick over.

Le Jia was prepared and clenched his teeth, enduring the blow, grunting but not crying out.

The Four-Eyed Taoist Priest was surprised.

"Ai ya, why don't you shout 'Ai ya' when your master hits you?"

As soon as the interjection was uttered, the bamboo stick smashed onto his head. The zombies didn't care who you were. As long as they heard the command, they would beat you to death with their big sticks.

The Four-Eyed Taoist Priest was caught off guard and was directly knocked to the ground, beaten black and blue by the chaotic sticks. But the faster he cried out, the faster the zombies beat him. In a short while, he was covered in bruises.

Le Jia chuckled secretly on the side. Just as he was about to go over and cover his master's mouth to help him out, he suddenly heard a clear and cold voice in his ear: "Binding Art Number 39, Arc Gate Fan!"

A starlight flashed, hitting the Four-Eyed Taoist Priest's chest like lightning, instantly forming a semicircular light shield.

The zombies' bamboo sticks hit it without causing any ripples.

His body no longer hurt, and the "Ai ya" sound naturally stopped. Without the command, the zombies also stopped.

Qi Shan walked in with a smile: "Taoist Priest, what are you playing at? Does your Maoshan Sect have any special rules? Like getting beaten up before entering the house or something?"

The Four-Eyed Taoist Priest lost face and was annoyed. He glared and stubbornly said, "Yes, this is the rule. I like this kind of ritual, is that okay? What's it to you! Le Jia, what are you still standing there for? Hurry up and greet Young Master Qi, this is a big client, treat him respectfully!"

Le Jia quickly clasped his fists and saluted: "Greetings, Young Master Qi. Master, if there's nothing else, I'll go do my work first!"

After giving a hurried salute, Le Jia glanced sideways at his master's ugly face, knowing that things were not good. This stubborn old man was already on the verge of erupting like a volcano. He couldn't let him vent his anger, so he quickly found an excuse and walked out of the house.

Looking at the zombies from afar, he quickly shouted "Ai ya", and the zombies received the command, turned in unison, and aimed at Le Jia's direction.

"Good, come with me!"

Le Jia nodded, shouting "Ai ya, ai ya" as he led all the zombies away.

The Four-Eyed Taoist Priest touched his arm and said, "You're a smart kid."

Qi Shan couldn't help but laugh.

The Four-Eyed Taoist Priest was a little embarrassed, but he was too embarrassed to lose his temper, so he said with a straight face: "Young Master Qi, now that we've arrived home, we can speak frankly. Our Taoist school has its own rules for teaching and inheritance. Apprentices must be boys.

We generally don't accept those who bring their own teachers. If you want to obtain the true teachings of Maoshan from me, I advise you to give up on that idea!"

"So that's what Taoist Priest thinks of me. Then you're very wrong. I'm very interested in Maoshan techniques. After all, the eight Taoist methods are all incredibly magical. I came out to travel and study to see this vast world. Being able to see the spells of Maoshan, I naturally don't want to miss it.

But my power is a self-contained system, and I can't follow the path of subduing demons, so I have no intention of becoming an apprentice. I just want to see more techniques."

Speaking of this, Qi Shan smiled, separated his feet in a neither-nor stance, slowly rolled up his sleeves, revealed his right palm, and made a gesture of invitation with his fingertips facing outward.

"Since Taoist Priest is still feeling unsatisfied, then why not choose today rather than another day…"

"No, let me rest for a while. These old bones of mine have been traveling for so long that they're already falling apart. If I fight you again…"

The Four-Eyed Taoist Priest shook his head, making a tsk-tsk sound.

His meaning was quite clear: If I fight you again, these old bones of mine will definitely be left here.

"It would be good if the monk next door came back. You could go and cause him trouble!"