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Chapter 245 Uncle Zombie
Beside a remote mountain road, two bamboo houses stand side by side.

These two bamboo houses are where the two protagonists of the movie "Uncle Zombie", Master Yixiu and Taoist Priest Simu lived.

In front of the bamboo hut, the monks lay together on the bamboo chairs, bathing in the afternoon sun together.

Suddenly, the four-eyed Taoist priest opened his eyes, glanced at Master Yixiu's reclining chair next to him, and moved his fingers slightly.

In the next instant, one leg of the reclining chair was directly folded.

Master Yixiu didn't lie down and almost fell.

"Smelly Taoist priest, you are looking for trouble here again! I really thought I wouldn't dare to beat you!"

"Ah? Monk, what happened?"

"Bah! This place is just you and me, it wasn't your fault, who else could it be?!"

"Hey, not necessarily, maybe it's just a ghost."

"I'll go to you!"

The two first quarreled with each other, and then started to fight. After a while, they even copied the magical artifacts.

However, the two of them obviously didn't do anything serious, and the water released was enough to fill up a sea.

Behind the house, there were two young men, a man and a woman, who shook their heads in disapproval when they heard the voice in front of the house.

"It's started again..."

They are all used to it.

Perhaps, this is the special way of getting along with a monk and a monk.

During the fight, a shadow suddenly flew over the two of them.

The two couldn't help but stop their movements, and when they looked up, they only saw a huge divine bird, and they could vaguely see two vague figures standing on top of the divine bird.

Facing the sun, normal people may not be able to see clearly at all, but these two people are not normal people. When the magic power is applied to the eyes, they can clearly see the appearance of the two figures.

"Senior brother?" The four-eyed Taoist asked in surprise.

The huge divine bird landed, and the two figures also landed on the ground, and the two young men at the back of the room also came to the front of the room.

There is no need to talk nonsense when the two sides introduce each other.

Afterwards, Taoist Simu invited the two of them into his bamboo house, and the two young men brought tea.

The two men, the man named Jia Le, is the disciple of Taoist Master Simu, and the woman is named Qingqing, the disciple of Master Yixiu.

Don't ask why a monk accepts a female apprentice, just say that she likes it.

"Brother, you have come all the way here, what can you do to find me?"

"What do you mean, I can't come to you if I have nothing to do?"

"Tch, there is such a distance between us, why would you spend so long here just to see me?"

Uncle Jiu said: "You're thinking wrong. It didn't take long to come to you this time, about two quarters of an hour. And it's not that I'm looking for you, it's this, Fellow Daoist Li Feiyu. "

Priest Simu hurriedly asked: "Oh, Fellow Daoist Li, it turns out that you are looking for me, what's the matter?"

Zhou Ming repeated the excuse he had given in front of Uncle Jiu.

The four-eyed Taoist priest also thought deeply when he heard the words.

Want to talk about things, of course there are.

In the business of chasing corpses, the rule is to rest during the day and walk at night, and night is the time when all kinds of ghosts and ghosts come and go. In such a chaotic age, you will definitely encounter a lot of things.

But for corpse hunters, isn't it normal to encounter some ghosts and ghosts?
So if I really want to say something special, there really isn’t one.

When Zhou Ming saw it, he knew that he and Uncle Jiu wanted to go together, but Zhou Ming's purpose was to know whether Taoist Master Simu had encountered that royal zombie, and whether the plot of Uncle Zombie's movie had begun, so he asked Said: "Four-eyed Daoist, in fact, I don't know what the so-called abnormality refers to. Why don't you tell me about the strange things you have encountered, preferably the most recent ones, can you?"

Simu Daoist had a clue now, and said: "To tell you the latest, I transported a group of guests home. On the way, I met a fox demon..."

The guests in his mouth are the corpses he drives away.

As for that fox demon...

Zhou Ming recalled the plot of the movie.

Indeed, at the very beginning of the movie, when the four-eyed priest was chasing corpses outside, he encountered a fox demon, but he easily dealt with it.

After returning to his hometown, it took another period of time before he met Daoist Qianhe, the brother of the same school who transported the royal zombies.

The four-eyed priest finished talking about the fox demon, but he didn't talk about the royal zombies, so it must have never happened.

Thinking of this, Zhou Ming suddenly realized one thing.

In the original plot, after the royal zombie got out of trouble, he first killed Daoist Qianhe.

If such a thing has already happened, it is impossible for Simu not to inform other Maoshan colleagues.

That is to say, Zhou Ming could already know part of the plot of "Uncle Zombie" through Uncle Nine.

"A momentary negligence."

But this is not a big deal, but now, Zhou Ming can be sure that the plot of Uncle Zombie's movie has not reached the middle and late stages, and the royal zombies have not yet appeared.

After figuring this out, Zhou Ming decided to stay here temporarily.

In the original plot, after the four-eyed Taoist met the Qianhe Taoist, the zombie ran out that night, turned around to find the four-eyed Taoist, and was wiped out.

The entire plot is estimated to have not even reached twelve hours.

The only question is, when will Daoist Qianhe come!

Right now he doesn't have any clues, apart from this main line, he can't even find a target.

Under such circumstances, it's nothing to waste a few days at Simu.

But if Qianhe hadn't come after a few days, Zhou Ming would have to think of other ways.

Zhou Ming immediately proposed to stay here for a few days temporarily. For the sake of Uncle Jiu, he couldn't help but look around.

Uncle Jiu didn't make much sense either. He and Simu hadn't seen each other for a long time, and it was outrageous to come suddenly and leave after a few words.

The two stayed here temporarily.

Speaking of which, Uncle Jiu is also a good hand at drawing talismans. The real name of the Maoshan School is not this.

In the world of "Under One Man", Zheng Zibu, who created the Tongtianlu, is a disciple of the Shangqing School.

This is not a coincidence. According to legend, the Maoshan school is best at drawing talismans to catch ghosts. Among all the Taoist schools, the Maoshan school's technique of drawing talismans is also unique.

Uncle Jiu has obtained the true instruction of the Maoshan School, so his skills may not be as good as Zhou Ming's, but the Maoshan School's technique of drawing talismans is definitely worth Zhou Ming's reference and learning.

Now that Uncle Jiu was by his side, Zhou Ming naturally would not be stingy with his dignity, and asked him for advice without hesitation.

During this period, he also taught Uncle Jiu the talisman drawing skills he had mastered without reservation.

Uncle Jiu also reciprocated, and also gave Zhou Ming many profound and ingenious skills.

Many of them even belong to the secret biography of Maoshan.

This surprised Zhou Ming. After all, Zhou Ming was alone and had no scruples. He wanted to teach his abilities to whomever he wanted, but Uncle Jiu was a disciple of Maoshan. His abilities all came from Maoshan. How could he teach others casually?
After asking, I found out that for those who have sects like them to practice Taoism, what they value most is the law, the law of cultivation, and the law of inheritance.

In contrast, drawing talismans and fighting are all considered techniques.

Come up with some skills, or even pass three moves and two moves to others, it's fine.

However, if you want to spread the whole book, it will be troublesome, you must report to the teacher and get permission from the teacher.

As for Zhou Ming's imaginary method of not being able to spread it to the outside world, of course there are also in this world of cultivation, but such forces generally cannot go far.

Regardless of whether the Dao is unclear, whether the reason is not debated or not understood, communication with others is also very important in the entire process of cultivating the Dao.

The two sides argued that if others taught you all their skills, but because of the sect's regulations, you were not allowed to reveal any of them, then the other party must have an opinion in their hearts.

Next time, I'm afraid it won't make sense.

Besides, you teach me, I teach you, while you pay, you also get something, and then you sort out all these gains and hand them over to the Zongmen. The Zongmen's Sutra Pavilion, isn't it slowly getting thicker?

Another two days passed in a blink of an eye. At noon that day, Zhou Ming had just finished demonstrating his talisman drawing skills to Uncle Jiu. When he looked up at the sky, he saw a chaotic and dirty atmosphere slowly coming.

This qi is very terrifying, it seems to spread and pollute the surroundings, but there is a righteous qi that binds it, making it impossible to break free.

Outside of the two streams of Qi, there is also an extremely faint trace of Dragon Qi.

Dragon Qi can only appear on the emperor and the royal family. There are two factors that determine this kind of Qi, one is status, and the other is people's hearts.

If you are the emperor, and you are popular and supported by the people, the dragon energy will naturally be strong.

If it's just an ordinary member of the royal family who does a lot of evil and is very unpopular, then naturally the dragon spirit is weak, or even completely absent.

In this era, the feudal monarchy has long been banned, but some people still miss that dynasty, so the members of the royal family of that dynasty still have a very faint dragon aura.

But this kind of dragon energy can only be said to be a remnant of the past. It has no source and cannot be replenished. It will slowly disappear with the passage of time.

Looking at this strange aura, Zhou Ming guessed that the Taoist priest Qianhe and his party from the original plot had arrived.

"Lin Daochang, I see a stream of fresh air slowly drifting over there. It looks similar to the air of you and Daoist Simu. I'm afraid there are disciples from the Maoshan sect."

"Oh?"

Uncle Jiu looked in the direction Zhou Ming said, but of course he didn't see anything.

It's not that he doesn't know how to watch Qi, but the distance is too far, and although the Qi watching technique he learned is top-notch in this world, it is still far inferior to Zhou Ming's Tianzi Wangqi technique, so he can't see at this time. That's all.

After more than half an hour, Uncle Jiu looked in that direction again and saw a familiar aura.

At the same time, he also saw the filthy and terrifying air.

"This kind of qi is indeed my Maoshan school of practice, but behind it are... zombies?"

The four-eyed Taoist priest also used the qi-watching technique to check, but his qi-watching technique was not as good as Uncle Jiu could only see vaguely, and he couldn't make out what it was.

But he believed in Uncle Jiu, and then he walked out with Uncle Jiu, stood at the door and looked into the distance, and sure enough, he saw a strange team slowly approaching hundreds of meters away.

"Qianhe? It really is my Maoshan disciple, so it is clearly Qianhe!"

Uncle Jiu looked at him from afar and recognized him already.

When they got close, the two hurried down to say hello, and Zhou Ming followed suit.

Qianhe and Lin Fengjiu, both of them studied art together in Maoshan, but later they went down the mountain one after another, each doing their own things, and rarely seeing each other.

At this moment, I suddenly encountered it, so I naturally had a lot to say.

However, before he could say a few words, someone beside him urged Qianhe.

In this team, in addition to Daoist Qianhe, there is also a team of strong and strong men carrying coffins, and two other sedan chairs. On one sedan chair is a child of seven or eight years old, who is said to be lying in the coffin. The son of the royal family is supposed to be a little elder brother.

On the other sedan chair sat a thin, rather mean man named Wu, who was called Wu Shilang by the others.

This elder brother, the name of the servant, sounds funny.

The Qing Dynasty is gone, and this group of people is still insisting on maintaining the old system. It seems that as long as they do this, the Qing Dynasty will still exist.

For such a situation, the nine uncles and the other three hated it in their hearts, but in this world, even though they have the ability to subdue demons and demons, they are still just doing nothing.

The employer paid the money, not to mention the Qing Dynasty, the elder brother here and the servants there, even if it is clear that they have completely transformed into corpses and are about to turn into zombie corpses, they have to do it.

Just like this time, the royal family inside the coffin had already turned into zombies. As a monk, Qianhe could only suppress them, but could not eliminate them.

Not only that, but help transport it.

Make money, not shabby.

The person who urged him was Wu Shilang, who was also the leader of the team, and everyone except the little elder brother was under his control.

Although Qianhe was reluctant to part with the two senior brothers and wanted to chat a little more, he had no choice but to leave and leave with the team.

Uncle Jiu said: "Fellow Daoist Li, what do you think of my junior brother's luck? Is there any disaster?"

Transporting a zombie, especially a royal zombie, is no easy feat.

That's why Uncle Jiu asked this question.

Zhou Mingdao: "Daoist Qianhe's methods are steady and solid, and the protection against zombies is very good. Although the transport is a different type of zombie, but if there are no accidents, this trip should be safe."

Well, if there are no accidents, there should be an accident next.

Daoist Qianhe has solid means, but he really can't stand the bad luck.

Sudden heavy rain washed away the ink lines on the coffin, causing the zombies in the coffin to appear strange.

At this time, if Daoist Qianhe can remedy it in time, he can completely suppress it again.

But his luck was really bad, and when the thunder came down, he immediately returned the zombies to freedom.

He couldn't hold back the zombie that was completely out of the cage.

Uncle Jiu and Daoist Four Eyes also saw that the zombie's suppression was very stable and almost perfect, so they nodded upon hearing this.

The three of them returned to the bamboo house, but after a while, Zhou Ming found an excuse to leave, and then he just chased after Qianhe and his party.

"The royal zombies appear, and within the next twelve hours at most, this is the entire main plot. If there is no abnormality within these twelve hours, it means that my judgment is wrong, and the abnormality has nothing to do with the main plot... "

Zhou Ming's mind fluttered, and within a dozen seconds, he had already caught up with Qianhe and his party.

He didn't show up, but kept following behind.

Except for Qianhe, the others in the team are ordinary people, and with Qianhe's ability, it is still far away to find Zhou Ming!

Time soon came to the evening, the team came to a forest, and were setting up tents, a sudden gust of wind blew, and the sky was covered with dark clouds in an instant, and the dusk turned into night in an instant.

The speed of this change of sky was so fast that Zhou Ming wondered if someone was casting spells nearby to manipulate the sky.

Seeing Dafeng, Qianhe's expression changed, and he said, "Quickly, put the shed on top of the coffin first! Quick!"

Wu Shilang was not happy when he heard it: "What are you talking about, didn't you see that our greenhouse is built for the little elder brother? Let's talk about it after it is built here."

Qianhe hurriedly said: "Wu Shilang, I'm not afraid of the wind, but the rain that comes with the wind, the coffin..."

Before he could finish speaking, there was a thunderstorm in the sky, and it rained heavily in an instant, completely drenching the surrounding area.

So is the coffin.

The ink line was flicked on the coffin. Although it was blessed by Qianhe's mana, it gradually became blurred under the heavy rain.

The suppression was loosened, and the zombies in the coffin instinctively struggled to resist, and billows of black air emerged from the coffin.

"not good!"

Daoist Qianhe pulled out his peach wood sword, jumped onto the coffin, and wanted to cast spells to continue suppressing the zombie.

But at this moment, a bright electric light fell from the sky and struck directly on the head of the coffin. The powerful electricity instantly blasted the entire coffin into debris.

Daoist Qianhe stood on the coffin, at least withstood [-]-[-]% of the force of the lightning bolt, and was sent flying upside down, hitting a big tree fiercely.

Even so, he was somewhat settled in his heart.

The power of thunder and lightning is as strong as the sun, and it is the most effective against evil spirits. Under such a terrifying thunder and lightning bombardment, the zombie is probably gone.

With this thought in mind, Qianhe looked up, only to see a billowing black smoke filling the air, and a terrifying figure standing in the black smoke with ferocious fangs.

"How is it possible! It's completely fine!"

(End of this chapter)