Soul Ferry: My master is Uncle Jiu

Chapter 12 Looking for Dragon Points
  the next day.

The four masters and apprentices went out early to find a good hole for Mr. Ren.

Finding the dragon's acupoints is not an easy task, even climbing mountains and wading in rivers is a trivial matter.

"The ancients often said that it takes three years to look for the dragon and ten years to tap the acupoints."

"This hole is so hard to find!"

The mountain road was rugged, and three strong brothers held machetes in front of them to clear the way.

Wencai and Qiu Sheng naturally knew the difficulty of finding the dragon's acupoint. They always had a lot of tricks, and the mountain road was difficult to walk. Qiu Sheng tweeted Wen Cai, and Wen Cai asked: "Master, can't we just find a place to deal with it?"

"Do you think Master doesn't want to take it easy?" Uncle Jiu rolled his eyes and sighed: "But Master Ren gave me too much. If you don't find a good acupuncture point, the cause and effect will be difficult to eliminate."

An Yan didn't complain so much. It was the first time he went out to search for the dragon's cave. He had the illusion that he was going to rob a tomb, and he was full of expectations.

"Master, are we going there now?" An Yan asked, pointing to the highest peak of the mountains.

In Feng Shui, the first step to find the dragon is to climb the highest peak of the mountain, clearly see the trend of the mountain, and find out the direction of the dragon's veins.

"Yes, let's take a look at the direction of this mountain first."

Uncle Jiu looked at the highest peak of the mountains and nodded.

Along the way, there are strange flowers and plants, wild boars appear and snakes hide in the forest.

Normally, only hunters and herb gatherers would go deep into this kind of place, so there was almost no road. The only way to reach the highest peak was to cut out a road with a machete.

Fortunately, the four of them are not ordinary people. Even the weakest literary talent has learned how to practice physical training, and his physical strength is far beyond that of ordinary people.

Finally at noon, under the scorching sun, we reached the top of the mountains.

Wencai was out of breath, Qiu Sheng was feeling better, An Yan was just a little out of breath, and Uncle Jiu didn't change his expression.

Seeing that Uncle Jiu didn't break a drop of sweat, An Yan was curious about how far Uncle Jiu's body-building boxing had reached, but it seemed that it was at least higher than his level.

He didn't belittle himself, after all, Uncle Jiu had been practicing for most of his life.

"Wow! So beautiful!"

"Qiu Sheng, An Yan, look, it's Ren Jiazhen!"

Wencai shouted excitedly, pointing to a place under the mountains.

Uncle Jiu ignored the excited three people and silently observed his surroundings.

The so-called dragon refers to the undulating trend of the ridge. Not all mountains can be called dragon veins, only veins with knots can be called dragon veins.

Mountains without caves are just ordinary mountains. This is not Uncle Jiu's goal.

The Dragon's Cave is a place where the energy of the mountain gathers, and is the most suitable place for a graveyard.

Searching for dragon points, to put it simply, means finding a specific location suitable for building a ghost house.

After the excitement subsided, An Yan saw Uncle Jiu counting with his fingers and muttering something in his mouth.

An Yan, who wanted to learn something, immediately left behind the two talented people, Qiu Sheng, who were chasing and fighting.

Uncle Jiu saw An Yan walking over and thought that An Yan had been learning Feng Shui recently, so he decided to investigate and asked, "An Yan, do you know how to find the dragon's point acupoint?"

"This dragon's cave is stopped by water. The dragon's stopped energy gathers, and you can see the water."

"When two waters meet, there is the possibility of establishing an acupuncture point."

"The Burial Sutra says that the mountains follow the water, and there are clear acupoints in them."

"You have just learned the art of Feng Shui. It is not easy for you to be able to say these things."

Uncle Jiu nodded with satisfaction, but then shook his head.

"But the hole we are looking for this time, even if it is not as good as the dragonfly's water hole, at least it must be close to it."

"Let's go! Follow me to that mountainous area."

Uncle Jiu pointed to a mountainous area that looked very deserted, and there was no running water. Although An Yan was surprised, there must be something in Uncle Jiu's point.

Needless to say, the four of them ran away again.

It's a pity, where is such a good hole so easy to find?

For several days, I found a few places where the acupuncture points were formed, but none of them met the requirements. It was difficult to find those that met Master Ren's requirements.

On the contrary, along the way, Uncle Jiu would teach the three of them new things whenever he had time, and An Yan finally got started with Feng Shui.

Progress: 93%
  [Taoist Breathing and Inhalation Method, Proficient, Proficiency: 290/1000. 】 ˆ ˆ [Maoshan body-building boxing, proficient in it, proficiency: 269/1000. 】

[Drawing symbols, proficient in painting, proficiency: 109/1000. 】

[Feng Shui, entry level, proficiency: 31/5000. 】

It is said that in ancient times, there were masters of Feng Shui who could use the power of dragon veins to whip mountains and move rocks, and could turn mountains and seas with a single movement of their arms.

It's a pity that in modern times, there are no people who have achieved even a small amount of Feng Shui, let alone a big one.

Because since Liu Bowen cut off the dragon vein, the path forward for Feng Shui has been cut off.

That's why Uncle Jiu persuaded An Yan to focus on practicing Feng Shui when he saw that he was interested in it.

When Uncle Jiu was out with his apprentice, an uninvited guest also came to Li Dagou's banana forest.

Li Dagou looked at the young man in front of him, his expression changed from shock to anger: "Give my brother his life!"

"You brother, you deserve to die."

The young man in front of me who looked gentle and gentle was the storyteller that day.

Hearing the storyteller's tone, Li Dagou was furious. He raised his hoe and wanted to kill the monster in front of him to avenge his brother.

"Hmph! You're seeking death!"

The storyteller ducked slightly to avoid the hoe, stretched out his pale and bloodless palms, grabbed Li Dagou's neck, and lifted Li Dagou up with one hand.

Li Dagou felt death coming and slapped his arm hard. His eyes were bloodshot and his face turned livid due to lack of oxygen.

"Don't worry, it's not the time for you to die yet, you still have some value."

The storyteller showed an evil expression and swung his arm hard, throwing Li Dagou aside.

"Cough cough cough!!!"

Li Dagou lay on the ground, coughing from a distance.

Without waiting for Li Dagou to react, the storyteller stepped forward and stepped on him. He took out a piece of hair, took out a yellow talisman and a straw man, pinched the spell with his hand, wrapped the yellow talisman in his hair and nailed it to the straw man with long nails. On the body.

"Go! Dig out Li Ergou's body."

The storyteller threw the straw man on the ground, and with a little movement of his hand, the straw man started to move, and Li Dagou also followed the movement of the straw man.

Li Dagou was frightened and wanted to shout for help, but he soon found that he could not utter a word and immediately understood that he was being controlled by someone using evil magic.

I saw Li Dagou holding a hoe and heading to the nearby cemetery. He dug open Li Ergou's grave with hoe after hoe, revealing the coffin inside.

"Li Ergou, do you think that you can end it all by dying?"

"It was you who caused us to be separated from each other. Today I will train you into a zombie, and you will never be reincarnated!"

The storyteller looked at Li Ergou, who was not rotting in the coffin, with a happy expression.

Li Dagou was shocked. He finally remembered who the storyteller was. It was the adulterer!

Unfortunately it was too late.

After Li Ergou died, the storyteller sneaked into the mourning hall and tampered with his body. Tonight happened to be a full moon night.

Soon night fell, and the moon in the sky was very big and round.

In front of Li Dagou's house, Li Ergou's body was lying. Li Dagou stood there full of fear, unable to move.

The storyteller stood in front of the altar, raised the altar, held a bowl of blood from Li Ergou, took a big sip, and then sprayed it on Li Ergou's white-haired face.

"Yuehua! Yin!"

Then the storyteller held a Bagua mirror and cast a spell to draw the power of the moonlight to shine on Li Ergou's red face.

Stimulated by the moonlight and human blood, Li Ergou's body undergoes horrific changes. The white hair gradually dissipates, revealing purple skin, which has become purple.

The next second, Li Ergou opened his empty eyes and sat up straight.

"Although it is not as good as the old man who spent twenty years nourishing it in the treasure cave, but with the help of the blood of his close relatives, he can barely refine a jumping zombie."

The storyteller's murmured words made Li Dagou's hair stand on end, and then he saw his younger brother Ergou running towards him and threw him down.

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