I, a Saiyan, cultivate immortality in the world of Nine Uncles

——The car bumped on the uneven dirt road. Fortunately, it didn't rain, otherwise it would be impossible to drive.

This is an ancient road that has been in disrepair for a long time, surrounded by overgrown weeds, and the narrow road is just big enough for cars to pass.

Obviously, very few people have come to this land.

After driving for a period of time, a dilapidated village and town appeared in front of it, with dilapidated houses everywhere, rattan, weeds, and creepers had surrounded the village and town.

What is even more frightening is that there is a large cemetery at the head of the town, stretching for hundreds of meters.

If it were put into the present, it would definitely be a ghost village, and maybe it could become a tourist attraction or something.

The car stopped in front of the cemetery, Jiang Yeming looked at the situation outside, and asked aloud: "Brother Wencai, are you sure people can live here?"

"It's only been a few years, and it's completely deserted! There are no people, and I don't know if there are monks in that temple." Looking at the scenery outside, Wencai also felt hairy in his heart. He tried to recall the scene when he came with his master many years ago, and pointed to the west direction: "Drive over there, I remember the temple is over there."

"I can't drive, brother, we have to clean it up." Jiang Yeming jumped out of the car, first pulled Wen Cai and A Tian out, and then untied the two Western warriors.

Jed rubbed his sore wrist and asked aloud, "Can you let us go?" "

"Not yet, we have to wait for Master to come back." Jiang Yeming said, pointing to the surroundings: "Besides, do you dare to run around in this kind of place?"

The noble swordsman Jed and the hairy-chested man looked at the large cemetery and the dilapidated villages and towns, feeling creepy.They have gained a lot of experience this time in China. They have seen all kinds of ghosts and zombies. Even if others say there is no ghost in this kind of environment, they will not believe it.

Therefore, even if the two of you are not bound, you will reply without hesitation: "No, definitely not, wait for your master to come back."

In fact, the two Western warriors knew in their hearts that the Taoist family was not bad, and it was relatively safer to follow them.

There is a road in the direction Wen Cai pointed, but it is surrounded by weeds and bushes, and cars can't drive it at all, so we have to work first.

Jiang Yeming held an iron rod in front of him, and swept across it vigorously, cutting off all the bushes where the iron rod passed.

Behind him were Wencai, Jed, and a big man with hairy chests, who were cleaning up the remaining weeds with various tools.

Ah Tian, ​​obediently stayed by the car and watched, holding a carrot in his hand, taking a bite from time to time.

It was not difficult to open a path with Jiang Yeming's strength. After more than an hour, he used an iron rod to forcefully sweep out a passage, and a temple could already be seen in front of him.

The sky above the temple was filled with smog, and it seemed that there were still people living there. The frowning Wencai finally cheered up: "There is smoke from cooking. Am I right, there are people here."

"Senior brother is amazing." Jiang Yeming rushed back with the iron rod in hand. These bushes and weeds are not troublesome to clean up, but those thorn balls are too annoying. Now the whole body is covered with thorn balls, and they can't be pulled clean. You have to change your clothes.

When the four returned to the car, they saw Ah Tian squatting on a grave and giggling, with the carrot in his hand stretched forward, as if he was about to give something to eat.

"Ah Tian saw a ghost, right? Wait for me to wipe some tears and see."

Wen Cai was about to take out the bottle, but was stopped by Jiang Yeming: "Brother, don't waste it. Is there such a thing as ghosts in this place? As long as they don't bother us, it will be fine."

This is a good place for Wen Cai to choose. In the next half month, he will be neighbors with ghosts.

The car started again and moved forward slowly, Wencai led the way ahead, Jed and the hairy-chested man followed on both sides of the car, A Tianlao reluctantly sat in the passenger seat.

After a while, they finally arrived outside the temple.

Several monks were working in the vegetable field outside the temple. When they saw a stranger coming, they greeted them with joyful faces.

"It's been half a year since I saw a living person. Even us monks feel extremely boring. Please come to the temple for a short rest. We will treat you with camellia and light food." A monk clasped his hands together and saluted, expressing his joy.

"If you don't see living people, then you see dead people every day." Wen Cai shuddered after finishing speaking, and the faces of Jed and the hairy-chested man changed drastically. In order to be in the group, Jiang Yeming also made a cute and scared expression.

"Benefactors don't have to worry. For the past 20 years, we have recited scriptures for those ghosts who cannot be reincarnated. They have long lost their evil spirits and will not come out to harm people. Please follow me into the temple." The head monk said, then pointed to the temple and turned to lead the way.

After all, he still had to go in. Jiang Yeming asked Wen Cai for some tears to wipe on his eyelids, and took the lead to move forward. Seeing that he was leaving, several people moved forward boldly.

When they entered the temple, an old monk with a tuft of yellow goatee beard hanging on his chin came towards him, muttering.

"The honored guest has arrived. Seeing the magpies crowing in the morning, you know something good will happen today, as expected."

The monk who spoke just now introduced aloud: "This is Master Yuansheng, the abbot of the temple. He also built this temple. For the sake of those dead souls, he invited me from all over the world to wait and do charity."

To be honest, this old monk's wretched face is the least like a monk. The other monks in the temple are more suitable to be the abbot than him.

Jiang Yeming twitched his little nose, frowned and said, "It doesn't smell right! I've smelled this smell in Xi'an before."

He and the old monk pointed at each other at the same time and shouted in unison: "It's you!"

The old monk rushed over with extremely agility, covered Jiang Yeming's mouth, and said in a low voice: "Little brother, don't expose me, let's talk aside."

So amidst everyone's inexplicable attention, the old and the young entered the room of the temple, closed the door and began to talk in secret.

"Aren't you a weasel spirit in the demon city? Why did you come here to become a monk?" Jiang Yeming jumped on the kang and looked at the old monk curiously. No wonder the monk had a familiar smell.

Master Yuansheng, the abbot of the temple, swayed from side to side, and then a stinky mist came out. When the mist cleared, a weasel stood upright on the kang, and said:
"I have no choice. 20 years ago, a flying yaksha appeared in Jinyang Town, killing most of the town's young and old. Since then, the survivors in the town have gone to other places to survive. They can leave, but I can't! There are my family and grandchildren in Jinyang Town. They usually dig holes and dig ditches. They are often bullied by evil spirits who died in vain. The soul is transcended."