Although Wencai is a little dull, he is not a fool.

After hearing Nan Chen's explanation, he understood.

No wonder Uncle Jiu stared at him.

He was so sorry that he had been with his master for many years, and even forgot the basic knowledge of his practice.

Uncle Jiu naturally won’t give him a good face.

Thinking of this, Wencai couldn't help feeling a little guilty.

And Uncle Jiu in front of him had already poured blood.

The practice has begun.

Uncle Jiu's expression was serious, his hands changed and formed handprints.

Whether it is momentum, fingering, or the rhythm and pace of the practice.

That's all art.

It is many thousand times better than those old Nandao who are cheating and fooling around in the 21st century.

At this moment, Uncle Jiu finished the sealing method and used his index finger to pick up a grain of rice in the rice bowl.

When the candle burns, the rice grains are lit.

Uncle Jiu was not afraid of the pain, so he tinkered with it a few times and threw it into the chicken blood bowl in front of the altar.

In an instant, a ball of flame burst out from the chicken blood bowl.

With a "boom", the flames rose.

The whole chicken blood bowl was filled with flames.

Immediately afterwards, Uncle Jiu picked up a bamboo tube filled with ink, and a Bagua seal was wrapped around it.

Open the lid and pour the ink inside into the chicken blood bowl.

At the same time, he pointed out his left sword and recited the magic formula silently.

Mix the ink and chicken blood together, and cover the mouth of the bowl with a Tai Chi Bagua mirror.

After shaking in your hand a few times, put the chicken blood ink mixture inside.

It dripped directly into the ink bucket on the magic table.

Uncle Jiu's series of movements were completed in one go, and the movements were smooth.

Without ten or twenty years of skill, it is impossible to achieve it.

Nanchen saw all this and naturally knew why Uncle Jiu did this.

That is to use this mixed ink juice to bounce it on the coffin through the ink line.

In this way, the old stick in the coffin that may be corpse-deceived at any time.

This ink dou and ink both have the ability to overcome corpses and suppress evil spirits.

Now that he has mixed chicken blood and is blessed by Uncle Jiu, it is even more powerful.

Wencai stood between Nanchen and Qiusheng, looked at Mo Dou and asked again:

"What's this?"

"This is Mo Dou!"

Nanchen replied subconsciously.

On the other side, Qiu Sheng clearly understood Uncle Jiu’s intention.

Step forward:

"Master, where are you going to play?"

Uncle Jiu picked up the ink dowry and handed it directly to Qiu Sheng:

"Pull on the coffin..."

Qiu Sheng said "Oh" and then called Wen to play it together.

But seeing this, Nanchen directly grabbed Wencai:

"Second Brother, let me and my senior brother come!"

Wencai was stunned and nodded in agreement.

The reason why Nanchen rushes to do it is because in the original work.

The two of them played the ink-fighting line because of the bickering.

Forgot the bottom of the coffin, which led to the end of the old man Ren cheating out of seclusion.

Since he has traveled through time, this BG will naturally block it.

Even if all three of your plans fail, just seal the coffin.

He did not allow Old Master Ren to come out of the coffin and waited for Uncle Jiu to find a new cemetery.

After burying it, it may be able to refine it.

Of course, this method is not favored by Nanchen.

If it were that easy, this old man Ren would not be the big boss in the plot.

After a while, Nan Chen and Qiu Sheng picked up the ink line and began to splash the ink line on the coffin.

With a "bang", the ink line sounded.

The ink line stained with ink was directly printed on the coffin with a pitch-black ink line.

Uncle Jiu wanted to use this method to "stay" the entire coffin online.

This will achieve the effect of suppressing corpses, even if the old master is cheated of the corpse.

It will also suppress the net popped out of the ink-dou line, so that it will not be able to get out.

However, Uncle Ninth seriously underestimated the zombie transformed by Mr. Ren.

It's not ink thread at all, it can be suppressed.

At this time, Uncle Jiu saw Qiu Sheng and Nan Chen start playing ink.

He also reminded him:

"The whole coffin needs to be bombed!"

"Um!"

"Don't worry, master..."

Nanchen and Qiusheng replied one after another.

Uncle Jiu nodded and picked up the incense offering on the table.

While lighting the fire, he muttered to himself:

"People divide good people into bad people, zombies and dead bodies."

Wencai next to him did nothing and spoke with him;

"People not only distinguish between good and bad people, but also between men and women."

Uncle Jiu rolled his eyes:

"Master, why are you fucking?"

Wencai was scolded and looked aggrieved.

Seeing this, Nanchen only felt that Wencai was sad.

I can be scolded by Uncle Jiu ten or eight times every day.

But after scolding Wencai, Uncle Jiu said to him:

"Old Master Ren's corpse is to turn into a zombie corpse."

Qiu Sheng also asked curiously with the ink dou line;

"Master, how could a corpse turn into a zombie?"

"Yes! How can people become bad people?"

Wencai also adds a word.

Uncle Jiu had finished cooking incense at this time and walked slowly and said:

"The reason why people become bad people is because they are not good at it.

The corpse turned into a zombie because he breathed a little more.”

"A little more breath, what does this mean?"

Qiu Sheng continued to speak.
To be continued...