American Comics: BOSS Invasion

Although the sparring wasn't entirely satisfying, it helped me become familiar with everyone.

Lejia was most curious about Qishan. He had grown up with Four-Eyed Daoist, and usually only interacted with two old codgers, or the zombies and corpses that filled his life.

Recently, the addition of Jingjing had him at a loss, as he tried every trick in the book to curry favor with her.

But men are ultimately drawn to violence. As good as the girl was, she couldn't compare to a man who could casually throw out shockwaves.

Lejia, with nothing better to do, would run over to ask questions, and Qishan took the opportunity to learn about some of the mental techniques of Maoshan from Lejia, as well as his perspective on the world.

Jingjing would occasionally join them, and with Four-Eyed Daoist receiving gold, he was very polite to Qishan. Grandmaster Yixiu, afraid of being caught by Qishan and entering a sparring match again,

became even more polite.

This environment was very comfortable for Qishan, so he felt at ease living there.

Two months passed in a flash, and Qishan's life became very regular. Unlike when he was at home, he was now independent, and he made some changes to his time management accordingly.

He was already very interested in Daoist techniques, and now that Four-Eyed Daoist and Grandmaster Yixiu were by his side, he naturally couldn't let the opportunity pass.

On weekdays, Qishan was willing to lend a hand in whatever work Four-Eyed Daoist and Lejia were doing, ostensibly to help, but in reality, he wanted to observe how Maoshan spells were actually performed.

What Qishan cared about most was the ancestral master enshrined in the incense hall, the skeleton wearing a Daoist robe and sitting cross-legged. Qishan felt that something was strange, but he couldn't quite put his finger on what it was.

After living there for two months, Qishan had thoroughly enjoyed the spectacle for two months.

These two old codgers were natural enemies, and wouldn't feel comfortable unless they argued a few times a day.

The arguments they had were more frequent than those of a married couple of thirty or forty years.

Qishan remembered the plot of 'Mr. Vampire' very clearly, knowing that the two had fought each other several times for various reasons, with each having their share of victories and defeats.

Things like getting up in the middle of the night to pull out their own teeth with pliers, or drinking an entire vat of sesame oil, were just small tricks to prank each other.

Occasionally, they would sneak into each other's rooms to play pranks, like real old children.

Grandmaster Yixiu was fine, doing his morning and evening prayers every day, and his relationship with Jingjing was that of a normal teacher and disciple. Four-Eyed Daoist had a much more unpleasant personality, constantly arguing with the monk or bullying his disciple Lejia, often causing a great commotion.

One morning, after everyone had finished breakfast, they heard some messy footsteps outside.

Lejia went out to take a look and said, "Master, there seems to be a group of people outside!"

Four-Eyed Daoist vaguely saw the flags on the vehicles and made some guesses in his mind: "Let's go, go out and take a look!"

Walking to the small road outside, Grandmaster Yixiu also curiously walked out.

Suddenly, they discovered that this group of people were all dressed in Mongolian attire.

Just as they were wondering, a middle-aged man wearing a Bagua Daoist robe suddenly walked out from behind a car, and shouted in surprise when he saw Four-Eyed Daoist: "Senior Brother!"

Four-Eyed Daoist smiled and made a Maoshan Daoist hand seal: "Junior Brother!"

Lejia excitedly said, "Uncle-Master Qianhe!"

Grandmaster Yixiu was a little curious: "Daoist Qianhe, why is it you!"

"Grandmaster Yixiu, you're here too? I didn't see you last time I came. I heard from Senior Brother that you went traveling. Are you back now?" Daoist Qianhe said with a smile.

"I'm back, I'm back. I took in a little disciple, and the two of us will rely on each other, preparing to chant Buddhist scriptures here until we pass away!" Grandmaster Yixiu said with a smile.

"Then congratulations, Grandmaster!" Daoist Qianhe said.

Four-Eyed Daoist said unhappily: "Congratulations my ass, I wish this old guy would pass away tomorrow. He's constantly chanting, knocking and knocking, and my head has grown several sizes!"

Daoist Qianhe and Grandmaster Yixiu exchanged glances and smiled unkindly at the same time.

Looking at Qishan, who was dressed in Confucian attire, and seeing that the fabric of his gorgeous clothes was not a common material, and that he was standing side by side with Four-Eyed Daoist and Grandmaster Yixiu, Daoist Qianhe was a little curious.

"Who is this?"

"This is Qishan, Young Master Qi. He's also one of us. Don't underestimate him, he's young but his magic power is extremely profound. Even Grandmaster Yixiu couldn't last a single move!"

Four-Eyed Daoist sarcastically said, and Grandmaster Yixiu's eyes twitched as he barely suppressed the urge to roll his eyes.

Qishan clasped his fist and said, "Daoist Qianhe!"

Daoist Qianhe clasped his fist: "Young Master Qi!"

"Daoist was able to receive a commission from the Mongolian prince, so your magic power must be profound. Why don't we spar a little?"

"Absolutely not!"

The two successively tried to persuade him, and Qishan was slightly speechless.

Was it just a few spars during these two months? Did you have to be so nervous?

If they knew what Qishan was thinking, the two of them would definitely burst into a torrent of abuse.

Was it just a few spars? It was more than a dozen, okay? Almost every few days, he would drag them out for a fight. Not to mention their old arms and legs, even a young and strong lad couldn't take it!

Although Daoist Qianhe was a little confused, he clasped his fist and refused: "I'm sorry, this mission is a bit special, I must send the corpse back to Mongolia as soon as possible, I don't have extra time to stay, please forgive me, Young Master!"

At this time, a sissy voice in the team shouted, "Why did you suddenly stop? Why aren't we moving?"

Daoist Qianhe replied: "I'm asking Senior Brother to borrow some glutinous rice!"

"Borrow glutinous rice..."

Before he could finish speaking, the little guy on his face said: "Servant Wu, let's take a break too, the sun is too strong!"

"Yes, Little Prince!"

After replying, the man busily greeted around: "The Little Prince is considerate, everyone rest!"

Four-Eyed Daoist looked at the golden crown behind and said, "Lejia, go get some glutinous rice!"

"Yes!"

After sending his disciple away, the few people walked to the coffin cart.

After taking a careful look, Four-Eyed Daoist's expression changed slightly.

"A bronze-cornered golden coffin plus ink-doubled thread net, could it be that inside is...?"

"That's right, it's a zombie!"

"Then why didn't you just burn it?" Four-Eyed Daoist asked.

Daoist Qianhe shook his head: "This zombie is different from ordinary people, he's a border royal of Mongolia, we can't burn him, we have to transport him to Mongolia as soon as possible, to await the Great Khan's orders!"

Qishan's eyes lit up slightly.

He had finally waited for a zombie, he wondered how many moves this guy could withstand from him.