"The most important thing for a family is to be in order."
Uncle Jiu sighed when he saw Old Master Ren rushing towards the house. After seeing that Qiu Sheng was still unable to activate the Three Flavors True Fire Talisman despite all his efforts, he was angry with his two disciples for not living up to expectations.
Not to mention that the magic weapons he used to hold the coffin were all taken out by Wen Cai Qiu Sheng and these two idiots. Seeing Old Master Ren, they were scared to death. Qiu Sheng Wen Cai had been studying with him for many years, but he couldn't even trigger the talisman.
I have been teaching these two brats carefully over the years, but I still don’t know when they will be able to get started. It’s true that not everyone is a genius in cultivation like Lin Fengjiao and his junior brother.
I remember when he followed his master to practice Taoism in Maoshan...
"Uncle Nine!"
Ren Fa, who had already hid on the second floor shivering, shouted with a trembling voice.
Although he knew that Uncle Jiu and his junior brother had extraordinary Taoist skills, he still felt unsure at the moment.
The "dongdong" sound of the zombies stepping on the ground seemed to be stepping on his heart.
Dear father, you have been dead for so many years, why are you still not stable?
I am your biological son after all!
If you bite me to death, won't the Ren family be extinct?
After forcing the messy thoughts out of his mind, Uncle Jiu coughed and cleared his throat.
When this person gets old, he gets nostalgic easily. Where did he think just now?
It’s Lian Mei!
I regret it!
"Don't worry, Master Ren. If my junior brother hadn't deliberately asked my two incompetent apprentices to practice their courage, this zombie wouldn't have been able to cause trouble for so long."
Uncle Jiu's tone was satisfactory.
Just like the junior brother said, what kind of waves can a mere black zombie make?
"Practice your courage?" Ren Fa asked in his heart.
Using zombies to teach my nephew how to be brave is something that the little Taoist priest outside the door can do.
If there was an accident, wouldn't it mean that he would lose his life?
"You must never offend that little Taoist priest in the future." Without allowing Ren Fa to think too much, Mr. Ren jumped in from outside.
The zombies broke into the door, and Uncle Jiu kicked Old Mrs. Ren out with a strong kick.
"this……"
"So powerful?"
Ah Wei was confused.
Uncle Jiu's thin body may not look half as tall and powerful as his own.
Damn it!
Could it be that Uncle Jiu is a legendary martial arts master?
Or is it natural power?
This is not Amao and a dog, but a zombie that is not even afraid of bullets and can break rocks with its claws!
Ah Wei seemed to have thought of something, rubbed his hands and laughed twice.
"Sir, is Uncle Jiu's foot crooked?" Xiao Hong asked uncertainly while standing on the roof.
In her eyes, why did Uncle Jiu look a little heavy?
It seems that Uncle Ninth must be feeling very uncomfortable, right?
Jing Zhou suppressed his smile and nodded silently.
Uncle Jiu has a sprain in his foot. He was obviously kicked hard!
After all, forces act reciprocally.
When Uncle Jiu kicked him off, Jingzhou didn't have to guess. Most of his senior brother's feet were red and swollen.
Ren Fa, who was hiding in the room, wiped his sweat and breathed a sigh of relief.
Uncle Nine is Uncle Nine!
As expected of an expert!
This elegant and calm kick can repel zombies.
Just when Ren Fa was thinking about how to compliment Uncle Ninth, Master Ren saw the extraordinary-looking figure in front of him, who was taller than the legendary Dragon and Tiger Celestial Master. He immediately hugged his feet and screamed several times.
"Ahem, cough!"
Uncle Jiu's face turned red and he coughed continuously.
Uncle Jiu, who wanted to save face the most, would not admit that he was so obsessed with Miss Lian just now that he made a careless move and held back his strength.
"Roar!"
Old Master Ren took a kick and became even more furious.
Uncle Jiu stepped on the Tiangang, raised his hand to quickly form a seal, raised his middle index finger, bit the fingertips, and pointed towards Old Master Ren's seal.
Blood is the blood from the heart, which contains the magic power of a cultivator. Blood has the most yang energy and is best used to deal with evil and evil things.
"For zombies, once the Yintang is sealed by a cultivator, the corpse energy in the body will be suppressed, and the zombie will seem to have no strength and cannot even move." Jing Zhou admired Uncle Jiu's movements while giving Xiaohong explained.
There are many scenes of biting his middle finger to catch ghosts and suppress zombies in his memory.
Even in "Uncle Zombie", Chizuru often uses this move to deal with royal zombies.
"You bit your finger and it bled. Doesn't it hurt Uncle Jiu?" Xiao Hong asked in a low voice.
"It's bleeding, does it hurt?" Jing Zhou asked back.
Xiao Hong nodded.
There was no pain at all on Uncle Jiu's face, he was really a master!
"I don't know where Qianhe is at the moment. At this time, the Qing Emperor abdicates, Qianhe should also transport the royal zombies. Simu and Qianhe have the best relationship. We have to find a time to ask Simu, otherwise he will be regarded as the royal zombies. Because of his ferocious nature, Qianzuru and his four disciples are dead."
"Old Master Ren, who has not sucked Ren's blood, is just a black zombie. He is of course no threat to righteous people like Qianzhe and Four Eyes. However, even if Ikkyu and Four Eyes attack the royal zombies together, with all their tricks, they are still close to one." Go to Xitian and meet Dao Ancestor alone. This royal zombie at least has the ability to jump to the deadlock."
Jing Zhou was thinking a lot in his mind, but it only took a blink of an eye.
Since he came to this world, Qianzhe must save him.
"Uncle Jiu deserves to be a master!" Ren Fa couldn't help but praise as the gloom in his heart had dissipated a lot.
Uncle Jiu's movements were smooth and smooth, which was pleasing to the eye. With Ren Fa's decades of experience, he naturally understood that Uncle Jiu was not comparable to those charlatan sorcerers.
"Cough, cough..."
But why did Uncle Jiu point at the zombie’s nose?
Do zombies have the most fragile noses?
Ren Fa didn't know that Uncle Jiu had used too much force to kick the zombie, and his foot still hurt, and he staggered and stumbled.
"What are you still doing? Get the thread!" Uncle Jiu shouted to Wencai.
Does this ungrateful disciple want to see himself embarrassed?
Wen Cai asked in confusion: "What kind of thread does the master use?"
Uncle Jiu rolled over and dodged Old Master Ren's murderous arm, and said with a dark face: "Ink Dou Line!"
"Can you blame me?"
"Master, you can't speak clearly!"
"The Mo Dou line is just the Mo Dou line. How much effort does it take to say two more words?"
Wen Cai silently complained in his heart and threw away the ink thread wrapped around his waist. At the same time, the man hid behind him.
"I'll deal with you later, you brat!" Uncle Jiu glared at Wen Cai, and was about to call Qiu Sheng, but found that this brat was also on the loose.
What unethical things did I do in my previous life?
If he died, he would not be killed by zombies and ghosts, but must be angry to death from the two boys Qiu Sheng and Wen Cai.
"Brother, let me help you!"
Jing Zhou shook his head and sighed, then fell down from the house and grabbed one end of the ink brush line.
"Okay!" Uncle Jiu, who was stepping on Kui Gang, jumped into the air and pulled the ink line with one hand, blocking the path of Master Ren's charging.
boom!
Mr. Renlao hit the ink line and made a loud noise.
In Ah Wei's eyes, the ink pipe thread that could be easily broken emitted a burst of light, and Old Man Ren made a crackling sound as if he was struck by lightning.
Uncle Jiu stepped forward and suppressed Mr. Ren to the ground with a black ink thread. Just when he was about to use the peach wood sword to kill the zombie, he found that the sword was broken. Uncle Jiu, who had a lot of real estate, was trembling in his heart, these two prodigal apprentices!
Even though he was diligent and thrifty, he had no inventory.
A fine mahogany sword cannot be bought with money.
Unless you have to use gold!
What a loser!
"Senior brother, give it to me." Seeing Uncle Jiu's expression of pain, Jingzhou knew that Wencai and Qiu Sheng would not be able to escape from a meal of fried pork with bamboo shoots. Jingzhou poured a trace of the mana he had cultivated over the past few days into the peach wood sword, and the blade of the sword sank into Old Master Ren's chest. Heizheng screamed in pain and then became silent.
"This is?"
"Is it merit?"
The moment the zombie died, Jingzhou clearly felt an undetectable golden thread falling from the sky and the earth.
According to Uncle Jiu, if it is beneficial to the movement of heaven and earth, there will be merit.
After the golden thread was submerged in his body, Jingzhou clearly felt that the world around him was less restrained, and it seemed that the aura between heaven and earth had become more active.
From Jing Zhou's point of view, it's not that there are more spiritual energies in the world, but that he is more sensitive to spiritual energy because of his merits.
"No wonder Uncle Jiu has profound cultivation. Among all the Maoshan disciples, only Senior Brother Shi Jian can compare with him. In this era of Dharma End, in addition to Uncle Jiu's own extraordinary talent, I am afraid that he and Uncle Jiu will continue to accumulate experience in eliminating demons and subjugating demons." Merit and virtue are inseparable from each other." Jingzhou was convinced.
Suddenly he thought of this strange man Mamadi again.
As Uncle Jiu's senior brother, Mamadi's cultivation level can be said to be very good, it's hard to put it into words.
Uncle Jiu glanced over and looked at Jing Zhou with a look of shock on his face. Although Hei Zong was subdued by Mo Douxian, he could not be easily killed, let alone with a broken peach wood sword?
"Junior brother is really talented!" Uncle Jiu muttered in his heart, attributing this to the differences between people.
Thinking back then, wasn't that what he was like?
Fortunately, he knew the goods and snatched them away from his junior brother.
The junior brother is so powerful, he, as a senior brother, also has face!
"Uncle Jiu, is the zombie dead?"
Ah Wei, who had a bruise on his face, came over at some point and interrupted Uncle Jiu's thinking.
"Dead." Uncle Jiu nodded.
Awei patted his generous chest, as if he was a young girl who had just been raped, looking as if he was still contented.
Uncle Jiu originally thought that the captain of the security team, who usually showed off his power but did not fulfill his responsibilities even though he was responsible, would be frightened. Unexpectedly, Ah Wei would dare to be the first to come forward. This made Uncle Jiu look at him with admiration.
Awei doesn’t look so miserable either.
At least this courage, well, is worthy of praise.
Uncle Jiu was looking at Ah Wei again. Ah Wei let out a long breath and said with a mean look on his face: "Uncle Jiu is so powerful. I just hit the zombie with a gun and it didn't even die. Under Uncle Jiu's hands, this thing I can’t even last half a quarter of an hour!”
After seeing Uncle Jiu's power, Ah Wei didn't dare to be as arrogant and domineering towards the Yizhuang people as before.
Besides, he also has his own little calculation. The world is so dangerous. If he doesn't learn some Taoism from Uncle Jiu, God knows whether he will get hiccups next time he encounters a zombie.
In the past, he thought that as long as he had a gun, he would not be afraid of anything. No matter whether you were a martial arts master or a monster, if you dared to block his way to become a powerful captain, a peanut would send him to the West!
Who knew guns couldn't work!
Uncle Jiu said a dull "hmm".
Although the guy in front of him was no longer arrogant and his attitude towards him had changed a lot, this could not erase the accounts that Uncle Jiu had written down in his notebook.
Ah Wei showed no embarrassment at all, and turned to Jing Zhou and said flatteringly: "The Taoist priest is also very powerful. With just one thrust of his sword, this zombie went down to see the Lord of Hell!"
Jing Zhou smiled faintly and said, "Captain Wei, I have to trouble you again. Old Master Ren's body has to be burned."
"No trouble, no trouble!" Ah Wei shook his head quickly.
He saw the zombie stabbed to death by Jing Zhou's sword with his own eyes, and he had already thrown away his previous pride thousands of miles away.
Of course, as a well-known figure in Renjia Town, Captain Wei doesn't smile at everyone. If someone else were to control him, he would inevitably eat peanuts.
"team leader!"
At this time, several of Ah Wei's soldiers who had escaped before spotted the zombies outside and ran back boldly.
Jingzhou glanced with interest at the imposing men standing behind Ah Wei. They were all human beings.
When Awei saw that his men didn't even scratch their skin, he suddenly became furious and cursed endlessly. He punched and kicked several of them and cursed: "A bunch of losers!"
After venting his anger, Ah Wei passed on Jing Zhou's words and ordered his men to clean up Ren's house.
After exchanging polite words with Ren Fa, Uncle Jiu and Jing Zhou left Ren's mansion.
Seeing Wencai and Qiu Sheng cowering in front of Ren's house, Uncle Jiu let out a cold "hum".
Qiu Sheng said: "Master, the moon is so full tonight."
Wen Cai agreed: "Yes, it's so round."
Uncle Jiu was thinking about how to refresh the memory of these two brats, and said, "It's so round. It seems that Wen Cai, you and Qiu Sheng are quite free and want to watch the moon."
"It's not because Wencai and I know that the master is very skilled in Taoism. A small zombie is naturally no match for the master. Wencai and I are in the way. We are afraid of causing trouble to the master and uncle by staying here." Qiu Sheng licked his face. A meal of flattery.
Wen Cai reacted and said, "Yes, Qiu Sheng and I didn't leave the master alone because we were afraid of zombies."
When Uncle Jiu heard this, he felt very relieved. For the time being, he put aside his intention to teach Wencai and Qiu Sheng a lesson, said softly "Hmm", and walked towards Yizhuang with a straight face.
Upon seeing this, Qiu Sheng quietly gave a thumbs up to Jingzhou.
Master, I've passed this level.
Listening to my uncle’s words, it’s true!
Master, I don't like hard work.
How do you say that?
By the way, you have to save face and suffer the consequences!
Wen Cai looked at Qiu Sheng and winked at Jing Zhou.
Jingzhou focused on merit and was too lazy to pay attention to these two living treasures.
He remembered that Shi Jian raised a group of zombies in Coffin Mountain.
Isn’t this the merit of putting it on your lips?
King Thunder and Lightning is a good man!
If you want to sleep, give someone a pillow.
He doesn't like the coffin fungus mentioned by the Zombie King, but the merits of walking on the coffin mountain cannot be missed.
"You two bastards, hurry up and catch up!" Uncle Jiu's voice came from the front.
The talented Qiu Sheng dared to keep up.
But before they had left for long, Ah Wei caught up with him panting from behind: "Uncle Jiu, where are you going?"
"Wait...wait for me."
Uncle Jiu turned his head in confusion and asked, "I wonder what else Captain Ah Wei has to do?"
"hey-hey……"
"Well..."
Ah Wei rubbed his hands and smiled obscenely.
"Captain Awei, you should just tell him if you have something to say." Uncle Jiu was not stupid. He could naturally see Awei's wretched look and must have asked him for something.
Ah Wei chuckled and said, "Uncle Jiu, can I become your disciple?"
