My villa is open to all worlds

Chapter 465

The night was hazy and the wind was terrifying.

There were beast-like roars from the ruins of the collapsed mud-tiled houses, and the hoarse noise from a broken blower, which made people tremble.

Suddenly, a hand pierced through the ruins and stood upright. Uncle Jiu was startled. He quickly picked up the mahogany sword with a broken tip and pointed it at him with great dignity.

Zombies are rare, not to mention a zombie that is about to step into a zombified state in front of him. It is powerful and invulnerable. If it kills people and sucks blood to make its evil spirit stronger, even the well-prepared one will be afraid. Difficult to surrender!

Even if he was kicked away by this young man Cheng Yuan, Uncle Jiu had to be serious.

Carelessness is a dead end, who dares to be careless?

wow...

Zombies gradually crawled out of the ruins, seemingly dizzy and ignorant from being kicked, and even staggered when walking.

When he saw the zombie's chest, Uncle Jiu couldn't help but gasp.

The chest of this zombie who absorbed the essence of the sun and the moon for 20 years and accumulated a lot of resentment in Fengshui Treasure Land unexpectedly collapsed.
I'm afraid this beast can resist it without damage if it is bombarded with ordinary cannons, but now this young man just kicked it lightly and the zombie's chest collapsed?

Thinking of this, Uncle Jiu swallowed his saliva in disbelief, and moved the best position to deal with the zombies, as if facing a formidable enemy.

The zombie who had been stunned for a long time suddenly came back to his senses, let out a low growl from his throat, his eyes fixed on the position of Uncle Jiu's throat, as if he wanted to go over and take a big gulp.

"Cough cough!"

Suddenly, there was a coughing sound.

The seemingly terminally ill young man walked towards the zombie, coughing from time to time, and his face was abnormally pale, as if the dying old man had no sense of threat at all.

However, with just this movement, the zombie jumped back in fright, and because of its panic, it turned over and smashed many bricks and tiles.

"Ahem... When did you make me move? Stop!"

Li Chengyuan covered his mouth and nose with a handkerchief and coughed lightly. It seemed that he was not in a good condition, as if any ordinary person could knock him down.

But it was just plain words that made the zombies stand still in place in fright, not daring to move.

Seeing this scene, Uncle Jiu swallowed hard, not knowing what to say for a moment.

Nowadays, the aura of heaven and earth is very thin. It is not the big world where the aura was rich in the past, or even hundreds of years ago, when the aura was majestic, and there were warlocks who broke through and became immortals instantly.

Since a minister in the Ming Dynasty cut off the dragon's veins, the aura of heaven and earth has gradually become thinner, and now fewer and fewer people practice it.

Not to mention the immediate ascension, there are fewer and fewer people who can realize the true meaning and give birth to mana. It is estimated that there will be no practitioners in the world in a few decades, and there will be no ghosts or ghosts.

Master Ren's late father was buried in a geomantic treasure land 20 years ago, but this treasure land has been tampered with and turned into a bad place. The essence of the sun and the moon, the aura of heaven and earth, and the breath in his heart have been accumulated for so many years. Anger, such zombies are rare in the world!

But who knew that he was easily surrendered by this young man?
Even the patriarch who sits in the Zhendian on Maoshan Mountain doesn't have this ability, does he?

Thinking of this, Uncle Jiu asked with difficulty: "Cheng, Cheng Yuan, are you really a practitioner of external skills? Why do I feel that we practitioners can't stand your foot?"

Recalling the scene where Li Chengyuan kicked away the zombie and collapsed the morgue just now, Uncle Jiu's face trembled a little.

"Ahem...you have a specialization in art. After all, Uncle Nine, you are a master in Maoshan's lineage of cultivating talismans, subduing ghosts, and watching Fengshui, and I'm just a rough guy with barely enough strength. It's nothing."

Li Chengyuan smiled and waved his hands, and said a little ashamedly: "It's just that your house collapsed, and I feel a little sorry."

"Where, if you weren't here, I wouldn't know what to do tonight."

Uncle Jiu also waved his hands again and again to express his indifference, and said with a smile, "Actually, I've wanted to rebuild the morgue for a long time, and this time, Cheng Yuan is all yours."

Laughing, the zombie suddenly turned to the side and wanted to escape, but who knew that he just stayed where he was when he heard Li Chengyuan cough lightly, and he was extremely obedient.

Uncle Jiu was stunned by this, and he couldn't help but bitterly said: "Cheng Yuan, if I hadn't seen it today, I wouldn't have believed that there is a way to make zombies obedient if you don't practice Maoshan technique, driving corpse technique, etc. , and it’s a zombie approaching Mao Zong, if this gets out, I don’t know how many people will be frightened!”

indeed!

Now the aura is not as good as before, and the practice of the practitioners is getting slower and slower.

People of the older generation died of old age because they were unable to break through the vertical ascension due to the imminent limit, and those among them also lost hope of promotion because their aura became weaker and weaker, not to mention that no one knows whether their methods will be used in future generations. The era is canceled, so it is naturally sad.

While being sad, seeing a guy who "practices external skills" can easily subdue Mao Zong, how could Uncle Jiu not feel emotional?

In this era of depletion of spiritual energy, a practitioner of Henggong can easily surrender Mao Zong, who are afraid of warlocks who are professional in subduing demons and ghosts. Are they also about to withdraw from this stage?

After all, this is not the past, when guns and cannons come out, it is estimated that even Mao Zong can't withstand the bombardment of explosives and artillery.

Unless more advanced zombies appear, how could such an outlier appear due to the restrictions of the world?

"Just luck."

Li Chengyuan didn't stay on this topic for too long. After letting the zombies dig out the coffin from the ruins, and then let the zombies go back to "sleep" honestly inside, Uncle Jiu hurriedly filled it up evenly with an ink fountain, and pasted different coffins on it. The Shaomao Mountain talisman seal looks like it would be difficult for a zombie to figure out.

After Li Chengyuan's reminder, Uncle Jiu remembered his two bastard apprentices, and couldn't help cursing and looking for someone.

Worried about Wen Cai's safety, Uncle Nine went to the room and found Zheng Xiang who was sleeping soundly on the bed.
"Ouch!"

Wen Cai jumped up, rubbing the bruise on his back in pain, but when he saw the distressed Jiu Shu glaring at him, he extinguished most of his anger, and said in a low voice, "Master, you don't sleep at night. What are you doing here looking for me?"

"It means that I don't sleep at night and have nothing to do to come to you?"

Uncle Jiu laughed angrily, and lashed out with a few more sticks.

When he learned that the corpse dug up during the day had turned into a zombie, Wen Cai quickly hid behind Uncle Jiu in fear, regardless of the pain, and looked around vigilantly: "Master, master, what about the zombie?"

"I still need you to teach me! I've already cleaned up the zombies, why don't I wait for the two of you?" Uncle Jiu looked at the apprentice angrily, and went to Qiusheng after finding that there was nothing wrong.

Finally, in the room where the ancestors and the gods of Maoshan lineage are usually worshiped, Qiu Sheng fell on the ground and cried.

"I just asked you to bring my dinner guy, what did you do?"

Seeing Qiusheng lying on the ground half dead, Uncle Jiu was shocked and angry.

If Cheng Yuan, a powerful young man, was not present tonight, he would probably go down to accompany the ancestors of the Maoshan lineage!
These two apprentices don't know how many good things they did, but they are quite capable of causing disasters, and their success is more than failure!

"Master, I was caught by a zombie and my legs became numb and I can't move. Look, my legs have turned purple. Am I going to become a zombie?"

In mourning, Qiusheng crawled over and hugged Uncle Jiu's leg with his hands, crying loudly, "I don't want to become a zombie, Master, help me!"

"It's okay, I can't die!"

Uncle Jiu was angry and annoyed, but he still couldn't say anything about punishment.

No matter how bad it is, Qiu Sheng is also his apprentice brought up by himself, and he is also a disciple and son, and he may be given to provide for him in the future, how can he speak cruel words.

After pressing a few acupuncture points to force out the congestion, Uncle Jiu took bandages, ointments, etc. to help Qiu Sheng heal the air, and said in a bad mood: "Tomorrow, I will go to the town to find Master Ren, and by the way, I will buy some glutinous rice for your healing. That's fine, you won't be able to become a zombie tonight, go back to sleep!"

When Qiu Sheng heard that the solution would not be resolved until tomorrow, he couldn't help looking at Uncle Jiu in despair, crying for help.

It's a pity that Uncle Jiu also became ruthless, wanting to teach this apprentice a lesson, turned his face away and walked out of the courtyard with Li Chengyuan.

The sleepy Wencai's hair was still a little messy. He yawned and carried Qiusheng back to the room, and asked in confusion: "What are you doing tonight? Why are you still being beaten by zombies? I am also very speechless. I don't know why it was so late at night. He was pulled up and beaten by the master while sleeping!"

Qiu Sheng knew that he was aggrieved and didn't say much, but suddenly made a move to pinch Wen Cai, who suddenly threw Qiu Sheng out with a cry, and it was Qiu Sheng's turn to be depressed again.

The two fought and fought for a while, and when they returned to the room, there was still a noisy sound, which made Uncle Jiu, who was watching secretly, sigh.

Uncle Jiu glanced at the expressionless Li Chengyuan, and suddenly said complicatedly: "I made you laugh at Chengyuan."

"No, every family has scriptures that are difficult to recite, not to mention Wencai Qiusheng and Wencai Qiusheng are not bad in nature, but they are more playful and have a childish temperament. After experiencing big winds and waves, they will grow up quickly."

Li Chengyuan couldn't help but smiled lightly.

There are many such children both at home and abroad.

He grew up under the protection of his parents for the first half of his life, and he never left his parents wherever he went, so he is a bit like an older child, a bit willful, but he will grow up quickly after experiencing things.

Uncle Jiu sighed and nodded, and went back to rest without saying anything.

dawn.

Early in the morning, Uncle Jiu cooked the meat porridge. After eating, he looked at Qiusheng's leg injury with great concern. He pretended to be cold and scolded him, and then asked Wencai to find some men from nearby families for help. After pulling the coffin to the town, the group moved forward gradually.

This time, Wencai pulled up the car again, but instead of Li Chengyuan, it was Qiusheng who was always lazy and playful.

At this moment, Qiu Sheng lay lazily on the car basking in the sun, and told Wen Cai to walk faster. Hearing this, Wen Cai was annoyed and deliberately walked to the place where the road was bad. Qiu Sheng begged for mercy before he gave up.

Seeing that the two apprentices were playing around even at this moment, Uncle Jiu couldn't help but sighed again. From the corner of his eye, he saw the young man walking calmly beside him, his eyes gradually became firm, as if he had made up his mind.

Soon, a group of people arrived at Ren's house.

Master Ren was a little dazed when he knew last night that his father had turned into a hairy stiff, and said seriously, "Uncle Nine, do you think I'm a three-year-old child?"

Indeed, no one would believe that a person who had been dead for 20 years suddenly woke up last night with a fraudulent corpse and chased people to eat. Isn’t this a ghost story?

Even though he saw the injury on Qiu Sheng's leg, Master Ren didn't care. Instead, he said solemnly and coldly that if Uncle Jiu was incapable, he would replace him with a capable Feng Shui master.

Sighing, Uncle Nine obtained Master Ren's permission to have the zombies moved to Ren's small western-style building, closed all the curtains, and opened the coffin.

When he saw his father, who had been dead for 20 years, jumping up and down and wanting to eat people, Master Ren was so frightened that he quickly burned this thing to death with fire, completely forgetting what he said earlier that the father was afraid of fire when he was alive.

"Hey, master Ren, don't worry, zombies will not decompose for a hundred years, and they are still lifelike. You might as well keep them as family heirlooms, what a pity to burn them!!"

"Don't worry, zombies know people very well. They don't look for others. They will go to their relatives to whisper at night. If my master hadn't subdued it last night, you would have seen your relatives come to look for them last night." is you!"

Qiu Sheng was lying on the side watching the fun and laughing loudly, he lowered his head in fear after being glared at by Uncle Jiu.

"Ahem, it's not too late, Uncle Ninth, burn the zombies quickly!"

Hearing that the zombies would come to seek revenge from their relatives, Master Ren took a few steps back with a pale face, and then suddenly asked shyly, "Uh, that Uncle Jiu, I want to ask if the ashes are put in the geomantic land. Will the Feng Shui of my Ren family be good in the future?"

When Uncle Jiu heard this, he nodded: "Death is like a lamp going out. Your father was tortured for 20 years because the Feng Shui master destroyed the treasure land of Feng Shui. A resentment stuck in his throat can't go away. If it is burned to ashes Let this breath dissipate between heaven and earth, and in the future your Ren family will gradually return to the smooth fortune of the past, but you need to do more good deeds to accumulate yin virtue."

Master Ren didn't listen to a lot of the previous words, but he heard that ashes are also useful, so he immediately asked Uncle Jiu to burn the old man to ashes.

Soon, Uncle Nine chained up the zombies without ink marks, dragged them to the sun with kerosene and burned them to death.

Seeing the ferocious zombies roaring and rolling in the fire, it took more than half an hour to turn into ashes, Master Ren turned pale with fright, and asked several times if ghosts would come to his door before giving up.

In the next few days, Qiu Sheng healed the scratches left by the zombies, and Uncle Jiu also picked a good day to help Master Ren bury his late father, saying that everything would be fine.

After being stable for a while, Li Chengyuan was also happy to be at peace. He meditated every day to absorb the very little spiritual energy between heaven and earth.

But not long after, the peaceful days were broken.

Uncle Jiu's old rival in love was troubled by strange things and couldn't solve it, so he sent someone to ask Uncle Jiu for help...

(End of this chapter)