Uncle Nine: Starting from Yizhuang to simplify the cultivation of immortals

"I also think there is a problem. After so many years of death, the body has not rotted."

The two looked at each other and pushed open the coffin lid together.

The bright and cold moonlight shone through the window into the coffin, and the old man in the coffin was lifelike, as if he had just fallen asleep.

It's just that his exposed skin began to wrinkle at a speed visible to the naked eye, and black fluff grew out.

The nails of his hands were no different from normal people during the day, but now they had grown several inches, and they were still a strange blue color.

Qiu Sheng and Wen Cai were dumbfounded and exclaimed in unison.

"Wow, you're getting fat!"

When Uncle Jiu saw the change in the corpse, he was also taken aback. The corpse changed too fast!

For a normal corpse to transform into a dead body, very strict conditions are required.

And zombies are also graded, walking corpse, white zombie, black zombie, green zombie, hairy zombie, flying zombie, boneless and so on.

This old man's rhythm became dark and stiff at the beginning, and it may even be even more outrageous!

Could Uncle Jiu not be startled?

He had never seen such a murderous corpse!

Uncle Jiu ordered in a hurried voice, "Cover it up!"

With a bang, the coffin lid was closed again by Qiu Shengwen.

Seeing Uncle Jiu's expression changed, Qiu Sheng and Wen Cai realized that something was wrong.

They have never seen zombies, but they have seen walking corpses!Uncle Simu took the client away for a few days.

I'm afraid this old man is going to become a zombie!

Uncle Jiu stared at Old Master Ren's coffin with a frown, and said after thinking for a moment.

"Prepare paper, pen, ink, sword!"

Both Qiusheng and Wencai were taken aback for a moment, and then spoke in unison in a daze.

"what?"

Seeing the ignorant expressions of the two, Uncle Jiu almost broke his defense.

What kind of apprentice do I teach!

I don't know this!

Immediately, Uncle Jiu explained angrily.

"It's yellow paper, red pen, black ink, kitchen knife, and wooden sword!"

"Master, I have already prepared it for you!"

Lin Luo took out a cloth bag from under the coffin. Taoist priests usually carry cloth bags across their shoulders when they go out, commonly known as a treasure bag!

The one under the coffin was prepared by Lin Luo in advance after returning to Yizhuang.

Seeing the treasure pouch, Uncle Nine immediately felt much relieved from being bored, and nodded in relief.

fine!Patriarch bless.

Among the three apprentices, there is one who is good at it!

"You two hurry up and grab a chicken in the backyard. Remember, you want a big cock!"

Uncle Jiu stared at Qiu Shengwen and said.

"understood!"

The two responded, and trotted to the backyard to catch chickens.

Uncle Jiu came to the altar with a bag of treasures, ready to make what he needed.

Uncle Jiu dug out an unused ink fountain from the cabinet.

Lin Luo's eyes lit up, this ink fountain is a good magic weapon to restrain zombies, and it is not difficult to make.

"Master, this ink fountain is used up, the thread is taken up, and the ink is refilled, can it be used again?"

Uncle Jiu shook his head and said, "If the ink string is damaged and the ink is reduced, the effect will be weakened, and the ink needs to be poured again."

After finishing speaking, Uncle Jiu looked at Lin Luo in surprise and asked, "Why, do you know what Master is going to do?"

"I know, the ink fountain line suppresses zombies!"

Lin Luo nodded and said.

Uncle Jiu felt even more relieved for a moment.

You are worthy of being your big apprentice, a good apprentice!

"Yes, there is a new ink fountain at home. If you want it, master will make you another one later!"

Uncle Jiu smiled lightly.

"Well, thank you Master!"

Uncle Jiu's words were exactly what Lin Luo wanted.

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Chapter 016 Chicken blood ink, ink fight to ward off evil spirits!

Qiusheng and Wencai came back from the backyard after catching the big cock.

The two of them were covered with chicken feathers, and they looked a little embarrassed, and Uncle Jiu's face turned dark again.

Is it so hard to catch a chicken?

Qiu Sheng glanced at Wen Cai complainingly, and complained to Wen Cai in a low voice.

It's okay that this guy couldn't help when he was catching chickens, and he tripped over him.

As soon as he entered the room, the big rooster in Wen Cai's arms seemed to predict his end, and he flapped his wings violently trying to break free and escape.

Wen Cai hurriedly hugged tightly, and trotted to Jiu Shu's side.

"Hey, master, the chicken is here!"

Uncle Jiu nodded, took the rooster, held the rooster's head with one hand, and stretched the rooster's neck.

Qiu Sheng picked up the kitchen knife on the table and cut the chicken's neck.

The rooster's blood flowed out along the knife edge in an instant, and fell into the porcelain bowl.

As soon as two bowls of chicken blood were connected, the rooster was silent.

Wen Cai stood beside Lin Luo, touched Lin Luo's arm and asked in a low voice.

"Brother, what is Master going to do?"

Lin Luo hugged his shoulders, looked like a little adult, and said lightly, "Can't you see it? Let's open the altar!"

The wrinkles on Wencai's face suddenly deepened, and Kugualian muttered, "I know what Master is doing in opening the altar, what kind of method is opening the altar!"

Uncle Jiu made a formula with both hands, and inserted his fingers into the bowl of glutinous rice.

When it was pulled out, each fingertip of the Yin finger sucked a grain of glutinous rice, and the fingertips sucked the glutinous rice and shook it in front of the candle flame, and the two glutinous rice immediately burned.

Uncle Jiu moved quickly, and with a shake of his hands, the burning glutinous rice flew into the bowl filled with chicken blood!

The two bowls of chicken blood burned instantly, and the flames were so high that it was hard to imagine that it was rooster blood instead of kerosene!

It was the first time for Qiusheng and Wencai to see this kind of operation, and they thought it was quite novel.

In the past, they used to burn talismans, but today they changed to burn chicken blood!

Lin Luo walked the rivers and lakes with Uncle Jiu since he was a child. He has seen this kind of scene a lot, and he is no longer surprised. He reached into his bosom, took out a book, and opened it to read.

Uncle Jiu poured black ink into two bowls of chicken blood that was burning with flames, and after stirring, he put on the gossip mirror.

Soon, two bowls of special chicken blood ink were ready.

Seeing that Lin Luo was reading again, Wencai didn't want to disturb Lin Luo, so he moved to Qiu Sheng's side and asked in a low voice.

"What is Master doing?"

Qiu Sheng also only knew Mo Dou, so he gave Wen Cai a supercilious look.

"Can't you see that's an ink fountain?"

"I don't know it's an ink fountain yet! I just want to ask Master what he does with the ink fountain!"

Qiu Sheng didn't know what Mo Dou was going to do, he shook his head and said, "I don't know!"

Uncle Jiu put down the empty bowl, turned around and looked at the two mumbling apprentices, his face darkened.

Looking at Lin Luo who was reading the book again, his mood improved a lot, and his face eased a lot.

"Qiusheng, Wencai!"

"Yes, Master!"

The two straightened their backs together.

"Bomb the coffin of Old Master Ren!"

Qiusheng and Wencai responded, took the ink fountain and went to string the coffin.

Uncle Jiu suddenly thought of something, and warned, "The whole coffin is going to be on the line!"

"Oh!"

Qiu Shengwen squatted on both sides of the coffin, and began to stretch the thread one by one.

"Master, what happened to Mrs. Ren's body? It looks so fierce!"

Wen Cai couldn't help being curious, and asked Uncle Jiu by flicking the thread.

Uncle Jiu offered three sticks of incense to Old Master Ren, and said with a frown.

"People are divided into good and bad, and corpses are divided into zombies. Mr. Ren is a corpse that is about to become a zombie."

Upon hearing this, Wencai answered subconsciously, "People don't know who is good and who is bad, and there are men and women."

"Master is talking, what are you talking about!"

Uncle Jiu stared, Wen Cai shrank his neck in fright, and quickly pretended to be honest, his hands kept moving, he pulled up the ink thread, and when he let go, the ink thread bounced off, and a straight black line suddenly appeared on the old man's coffin.

Qiu Sheng chuckled and didn't say anything. This literary talent just remembers to eat but not to fight, and no matter how many times he doesn't have a long memory.

But with Wencai at the head, he can ask questions.

"Master, how can a corpse become a zombie?"

Uncle Jiu glanced at Lin Luo, and saw that Lin Luo had put down the book and was looking at himself, with a look of eagerness to learn, and explained lightly.

"The corpse turned into a zombie because he took an extra breath!"

"Heavy breath! What do you mean?"

Qiu Sheng Wencai said in unison.

"A person is angry, suffocated, and suffocated before he dies! After he dies, there will be a breath gathered in his throat!"

"That's why I'm dying!" Wen Cai suddenly realized.

"Master, does it mean that as long as you suck the breath out of the zombie's throat, the zombie will be solved?"

Lin Luo asked suddenly.

He remembered that in the movie, Ren Weiyong was subdued to the ground, and Ninth Uncle wanted to let that guy, Awei, breathe in the old man Ren.

In the end, Ah Wei coaxed one and didn't dare to go up, Ren Tingting took the initiative to go up to suck, but Ren Weiyong struggled to get away, and missed the good time.

Uncle Jiu's eyes lit up, and he gave Lin Luo a compliment.

"Not bad! As long as you find a way to dispel the breath in the zombie's throat, the zombie will be solved!"

Then he added, "But it's hard!"

"Why? Master!"

Wencai asked curiously.