An hour later, Uncle Jiu made the ink fountain and told Wencai and Qiu Sheng to sprinkle it around the coffin. Then he left the mourning hall and went back to the front yard.
Who are Wencai and Qiu Sheng? They are naughty troublemakers. They started playing and making trouble before they finished playing the piano, which eventually attracted Uncle Jiu. Qiu Sheng hit Uncle Jiu on the head with a broom with such force that the broom was broken directly.
"the fat is in the fire."
Qiu Sheng let out a strange cry and hurriedly ran to the front yard with Wencai. He took out a bunch of incense and ran to the gate of the charity cemetery. Wencai hurriedly followed him. What was Qiu Sheng doing?
Qiu Sheng lit a stick of incense with a fire stick. It seemed that he was going to run away.
Wencai saw this and hurriedly said, "Hey, you don't care about me anymore?"
"You are the one who caused the trouble. Who told you to use ink to smear me?" Qiu Sheng accused Wencai.
Wencai felt a little embarrassed when he saw this and said, "Don't go. It's easy to see ghosts so late at night."
Qiu Sheng glanced guiltily back at the backyard of the charity cemetery and said, "Ah, in this situation, I'd rather see a ghost than see Master."
After saying that, he stuck the incense stick on the handlebar of the bicycle, straddled it, and rode away.
Wencai walked back dejectedly and came to the front yard. He saw Uncle Jiu standing in the middle of the yard, looking at him coldly. Wencai shrank his neck in fear. This time he couldn't run away.
If you stretch your neck, you will get a knife; if you shrink your neck, you will get a knife. Just go for it.
Wencai said timidly, "Master, I was wrong. I shouldn't have messed around with my senior brother."
"Hmph! You are different from your eldest senior brother. His earthly roots are not yet resolved, and he cannot calm down to cultivate. As for you, your aptitude is poor. Fortunately, you have Daozun to help you cleanse your marrow and meridians. You should cultivate well for me so that you can inherit my mantle and become a Heavenly Master of Maoshan in the future."
Uncle Jiu was very angry and scolded him. He was very optimistic about Wencai now and estimated that Wencai would be the most outstanding disciple in his lineage. He could not let him continue to neglect his cultivation, otherwise his current cultivation aptitude that surpassed ordinary people would be wasted.
"But Qiu Sheng is the eldest senior brother. He is the most qualified to inherit your mantle." Wencai said with difficulty.
"I have my own decisions as a master. You go back and practice. If you don't break through to the middle stage of Qi training tomorrow, I'll show you how I'll deal with you." Uncle Jiu felt a little relieved when he heard Wencai's doubt, but on the surface, he immediately put on a stern face and said.
"Yes, Master. I will go back to my room to practice."
Wencai closed the front door and returned to his room to practice. Now that his master had given him a death order, if he continued to be lazy and not practice as usual, he would probably be severely punished by his master tomorrow.
At 0:00 in the morning, in the mourning hall in the backyard, Ren Weiyong, who had completed his transformation into a black zombie, wanted to get out of the coffin and tried his best to open the lid. The black net that was hit on the coffin by the inkstone lit up a golden light and pressed the coffin lid down again. The lid hit the coffin with a "pa pa" sound.
Ren Weiyong tirelessly continued to try to open the coffin lid, but was suppressed by the black net again. Ren Weiyong kept trying to open the coffin lid, but was kept suppressed by the black net, and the sound of popping continued to be heard.
Uncle Jiu was currently in his house in the front yard, refining the instruments used in the rituals to enhance their power. Suddenly, he heard a series of noises coming from the backyard. "Oh no! Could it be that Old Master Ren has completed his transformation?"
He hurriedly released his spiritual sense and scanned the coffin of Old Master Ren in the mourning hall in the backyard to investigate. He found that black lines were drawn on the left and right sides of the coffin by the ink fountain. However, no black lines were found under the coffin.
Uncle Jiu cursed angrily: "These two bastards can't even do this little thing. A small mistake can kill someone."
He stood up, took a century-old peach wood sword and a corpse-suppressing talisman, and walked out the door to the backyard.
Huang Tian saw Uncle Jiu leave his room in the Huang Tian Realm, and immediately teleported to Uncle Jiu's side and asked, "Lin Jiu, what are you going to do with this black zombie?"
Uncle Jiu saw that it was Huang Tian who suddenly appeared and asked him questions, and hurriedly said, "Lin Jiu greets the Taoist priest. I plan to use the corpse-suppressing talisman to suppress the black zombie and bury it on a later date."
Huang Tian wanted to test Uncle Jiu's response and asked, "What then? This is a black zombie, and he only has two direct descendants. If he escapes, the Ren family will no longer have a bloodline. Have you thought about this?"
Yes, Dao Zun is right. It is not just two lives that are at stake, but the continuation of a family’s bloodline. We cannot allow Mr. Ren, who has turned into a black zombie, to personally sever his bloodline.
Uncle Jiu thought for a moment and said, "Dao Zun, Old Master Ren has just turned into a black zombie. I can knock out the corpse energy in him and turn him back into a dead body."
Huang Tian nodded and continued, "That's a good idea, but you seem to have forgotten the existence of the Feng Shui master. Why did he want the Ren family to rebury Ren Weiyong twenty years later? Did he really not want to harm the Ren family forever? The coffin was just unearthed today, and only a few hours later, Ren Weiyong quickly transformed into a black zombie. What method do you think can be used to turn a dead body into a zombie?"
"Raising corpses."
Uncle Jiu blurted out what Huang Tian had pointed out. After he finished speaking, he completely understood that the Dragonfly Point had been tampered with by the Feng Shui master and had become a corpse-raising ground.
It took twenty years to nurture Ren Weiyong's corpse with negative energy and evil spirits to this state. As soon as it was unearthed, it came into contact with the breath of living people. That's why it was able to transform into a black zombie in just a few hours. The Feng Shui master's calculations were really brilliant.
After turning into a black zombie, Ren Weiyong has only instincts left. He will suck the blood of his descendants, kill them, and turn them all into zombies. In this way, the bloodline of the Ren family will be completely cut off, and the Feng Shui master behind him will gain a black zombie with extraordinary evolutionary abilities.
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