"The world is invincible, and the universe borrows the Dharma!"

Liao Wenjie whispered, the chapel hall was filled with bleak black clouds, a beam of dazzling thunder illuminated the night sky, exploded the roof and bombarded the zombies.

Bang!!

With a precise blow, the earth and rocks at the zombie's location shattered, and a mosaic-like object fell into scorched earth.

Liao Wenjie:(one`' one)

That's it?

He curled his lips speechlessly. This thief, God, was much more powerful when he was chopping him than when he was chopping zombies.

Some were offended.

Next to him, Uncle Jiu's eyes were wide open, Qiu Sheng's mouth was so wide that the lightning struck the zombies, and they also struck their hearts.

What happened this year...x2

Qiu Sheng looked envious and jealous. Uncle Jiu's mood was even more complicated. He could also drive the thunder method to subdue demons and demons, but the right time, place and people are indispensable, and they are far less likely to be as easy as Liao Wenjie.

Especially when there are no powerful magic weapons, it requires a lot of money.

A handful of cinnabar mixed with water can trigger thunder. It is simply incredible. Uncle Jiu has only read this kind of thing in books.

Novels such as Gods and Monsters Magazines mostly describe ancient times, when strange people and strangers flew in the sky to display their magical powers.

Thinking of the once warning to Liao Wenjie, Uncle Jiu looked complicated and felt sorry for him. He murmured: "Born at the wrong time, with your qualifications, if you were born several thousand years earlier, you must be a generation of celestial masters who have been famous throughout the ages..."

"Nine, Uncle Jiu, it turns out that your apprentice is so powerful. Why didn't you say it earlier? I have neglected the three distinguished guests before."

Marshal Long approached, pulled Uncle Jiu's cuff, smiled and cautiously, and scolded Uncle Jiu in his heart.

Uncle Jiu is not open-minded and has a bad heart, so he should scold him.

He has some skills to hide and keep it aside. He is dressed in a low-key manner all day long, which makes him look down on others and offends others miserably.

The worst thing is that his sister Lian is also Uncle Jiu’s old lover, this...

One day, I wouldn’t it be that a thunder suddenly struck him to death?

The more I thought about it, the more I became, the more I became, and the smile of Dashang Long became more flattering. It was almost like saying that the old father would not come if he didn't go, and from now on, Lian Mei would be the daughter-in-law of Uncle Jiu.

Looking at the Long Dashuai with a slutty smile on his face, Uncle Jiu pursed his dry lips and opened his mouth, but he didn't say anything.

He shook his sleeves, broke away from Long Dashun's hand, and snorted coldly: "Although I have given advice to Ajie in practice, he and I have no master or disciple. You don't have to flatter me. I am not a person who likes to listen to flattery."

I understand, let’s continue blowing, keep it so comfortable to blow you!

Dashuai Long understood and brought out the words he used to welcome his superiors. He had been living at the door for a long time and was not unfamiliar with picking it up. He blew Uncle Jiu's mouth upwards, and couldn't help it.

"Master, Grandmaster Long, stop first, it's time to get the medicine."

Qiu Sheng heard this and got goose bumps all over his body. He interrupted the shameless old man and asked them to do the job quickly, especially Marshal Long, whose life was hanging on the line and his mind was still trying to hold his stinky feet. He deserved to be bitten by the zombies.

"That's right, Uncle Jiu, it's important to get medicine. After I go back, I will hold a banquet and re-enter you. No, I will arrange a welcome banquet for you again."

The Long man slapped his chest with a loud bang, silently despising Qiu Sheng's youth. He had no social experience. He was also disgusting to brag about Uncle Jiu, but what could he do? For his wife and children, he had to smile no matter how hard or tired his life was.

Of course, I thought about this in my mind. Liao Wenjie was so powerful when he was given a little guidance from Uncle Jiu. A great disciple like Qiu Sheng who inherited the legacy is not so strong.

The three of them came to the hot zombie. Uncle Jiu squatted down with his nose and checked, breathing a sigh of relief.

"Fortunately, although Thunder is added, the zombie teeth have not been damaged. Qiu Sheng, bring the file."

"Okay."

Half an hour later, the zombie tooth powder +1, and several people re-buryed Long Dashuai's father. The coffin was placed according to the original Feng Shui layout, which was exactly the same as the rest of the ancestors of the Long family.

"The main medicine is already available, and the other several medicinal herbs are not difficult to find. After you go back, you will be cured by following the prescription."

"Yes, let's go back now, have a banquet tonight, and don't go back if you don't get drunk."

...

Under the moonlight, a team of seven or eight guards followed Long Dashen. Liao Wenjie and the other two walked beside him. Uncle Jiu could not help but endure it for a long time. He asked curiously where Liao Wenjie had practiced in the fairy mountain this year.

"There is no fairy mountain, it's just a coincidence..."

Liao Wenjie said something, nothing, and said a lot of empty words, without mentioning useful information. Uncle Jiu was confused and seemed to understand. If he thought about it carefully, he didn't understand anything.

"By the way, when it comes to cultivation, I remember Uncle Jiu's wish is to cultivate the good and good Yin virtues of Yang. After his death, he asked for a ghost servant in the underworld. Isn't it right?"

“That’s right.”

Uncle Jiu nodded. It was not easy to practice in the world, and there was no hope of reaching the gate of immortality. He had long given up his unrealistic dreams and found a future for himself with a down-to-earth foothold.

Half a year ago, he used the copper coins given by Liao Wenjie to connect with him. The people below told him that with his good deeds and merits, if nothing unexpected happens, hiring a ghost messenger is a matter of steady action.

A big rock has settled. What Uncle Jiu cares most about now is how to train Qiu Sheng well and pass on all his skills.

"With Uncle Jiu's ability, I'm a little embarrassed to ask for something. Have you ever made any further?"

"That's something to consider after death. I'm still alive now and don't ask for too much."

"That's true."

Liao Wenjie smiled faintly. With the current level of the Dharma-Ending World, practice will only be more depressed in the future. No one can be sure of how long it lasts. Maybe one day humans master more sophisticated boiling water technology, and even the underworld will no longer exist.

Uncle Jiu treats him well. If there is such a day, he will definitely come again and take Uncle Jiu's soul out.

At that time, it will be up to the Jiushu’s own wishes, either for one of his responsibilities, or for him to reincarnate, and take another path of cultivation in the next life.

Everyone walked and chatted, gradually walking through a dense forest.

The moonlight was blocked by sad clouds, the forest was hazy and the distance was blurred. There was only a vast white area afterwards.

"Wait a minute, have you ever had this forest on the way back?"

Marshal Long raised his hand and waved his hand, pulled over the guard beside him, and glared: "I ask you, are there any woods on the road to the Long Family Ancestral Hall?"

What do you ask me about your ancestral hall?

The guard looked aggrieved and thought for a while, "Master General, I'll accompany you twice to the Long Family Ancestral Hall. Once, the old man was buried half a year ago, and today, Lin Zi, I remember not having it."

"That's how..."

Marshal Long nodded, as clever as he was thinking that he must have hit a ghost.

But it doesn't matter, it's just a ghost. There are three masters around him, so no matter how many ghosts come, they won't panic.

Thinking of this, Marshal Long smiled and rushed to Uncle Jiu and grabbed his sleeve.

"Master, what are you doing?"

"I'm afraid, I'm afraid."

“…”

Uncle Jiu looked disgusted and waved away the Long Mansion beside him. Seeing that the guards were frightened, they all raised their guns and hurriedly said, "It's useless. The gun can kill zombies, but it can't kill ghosts. Shooting randomly will only hurt your own people. Let me lean over and I will protect you."

Upon hearing this, the guards hurriedly leaned towards Uncle Jiu. When they stood beside Uncle Jiu, they all felt as if they had found their backbone and breathed a sigh of relief.

However, under the thrilling gaze of Mr. Long, all his soldiers were holding a tree, scattered in all directions, and their stupid laughter was extremely gloomy in the strange forest.

The cold air poured from the collar behind him. Dashuai Long looked at Uncle Jiu tremblingly. Aba and Aba sounded a few times, because the upper and lower teeth were too strong, and the ghost didn't know what he was talking about.

"The ghost is obsessed with it. There is more than one ghost in this forest."

Uncle Jiu's face was solemn, and the dense forest suddenly blocked the road. If it weren't for a coincidence, it could only be for them.

"Uncle Jiu, let me do it, just a few little ghosts, you don't need to do it yourself." Liao Wenjie stood next to Uncle Jiu and said with a smile.

That's called maturity, not old!

Uncle Jiu retorted in his heart, nodded and took two steps back, raised his hand and slapped Qiu Sheng on the back of the head, allowing him to see clearly with his eyes wide open and learn a little.

If you see other people's children, you will feel sorry for your iron.

Qiu Sheng cried, Master is so proud of his face. He doesn’t care about the difference between people and there is no comparison at all.

In this regard, the master should learn from him, and his mentality is very good.

The bright breeze blows through the hills, the bright moon shines on the rivers.

If he doesn't fight, he won't seem to be very defeated.

Thinking of this in his heart, Qiu Sheng still widened his eyes as Uncle Jiu said, preparing to learn something from Liao Wenjie, and then he saw it...

Liao Wenjie raised his hand and spread his five fingers, and a large red line burst out from his palm. Threads of them scattered into seven or eight red ghost hands, dragging all the guards scattered around him.

In case these unintelligent guys shoot randomly, after landing, the red line is tied up and they are all wrapped into rice dumplings.

Qiu Sheng nodded, gaining a lot, and turned to look at his master.

I've read it, I can't learn it at all!

“…”

Uncle Jiu's eyes twitched, too lazy to care about Qiu Sheng who was not motivated. Besides, Liao Wenjie's strange style, he didn't know which side was the ghost.

The white fog does not dissipate, and there is a tendency to become increasingly dense.

Just as Liao Wenjie was thinking about which technique to use, a cheerful sound of gongs and drums came from afar, first east and then west, just like playing mahjong, and I couldn't guess which direction I would be next time.

"Ghost marriage?!"

Uncle Jiu frowned. Now, the incident happened. Besides, it was just a coincidence that I could only deceive myself, but what if the ghost got married and found them?

They are all big men and no women!

To the east, the dark lights pointed the way, and the festive gongs and drums suddenly sounded loudly, and a team of welcomed relatives appeared in front of everyone.

Everyone was dressed in red, their pale faces were missing, and four paper men were carrying sedan chairs, and the cold wind rolled up the curtains, and the inside was empty.

"It's really a ghost marriage..."

Uncle Jiu said incredible and reminded: "Be careful, ghosts want to steal people to marry!"

"What!"
Chapter completed!