Uncle Nine's World: Unlimited Replication Shocks Uncle Nine

Just when Zhang Lin was about to climb over the wall and enter, the door suddenly opened, and the master, Qiu Sheng and Wen Cai all came out to greet him.

"Wow, Junior Brother, you are finally back"

"Yes, Junior Brother, why have you been away for so long? I miss you."

Seeing Qiu Shengwen's enthusiasm, Zhang Lin felt warm in his heart and felt the care of his family.

Zhang Lin stepped forward and said, "Master, I'm back."

Uncle Jiu nodded happily: "It'll be good to come back, it'll be good to come back."

Only then did Qiusheng and Wencai notice Jiale next to him,

"Wow, Junior Brother Jiale, you're here too. You're here to play with us. Where's Uncle Simu?" Qiu Sheng thought that Jiale came with Simu, so he stretched out his head to look around.

Zhang Lin grabbed him and said, "Hey, don't look at it. It's just me and Brother Jiale. I'll bring him to Zhang Lin to play for a few days."

Jia Le also seemed a little excited to see Qiu Sheng and Wen Cai, and kept greeting each other, then came to Uncle Jiu, saluted and said:

"I have seen Master."

Uncle Jiu was also very happy to see Jia Le, "Well, I haven't seen you for a long time, come on, let's talk first."

The few people stopped standing at the door and came to the living room to have a good chat.

After Zhang Lin put down his things, he sat down and told Uncle Jiu what he had encountered when he went out...

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Taking advantage of Zhang Lin's dry mouth and tongue, drinking water to rest, Uncle Jiu thought deeply:

"I didn't expect that in just three months, you would encounter so many things. Sure enough, going out to experience makes people grow.

I know the Uncle Xu you mentioned. We played together when I was still studying in Maoshan. He was still in Maoshan when I went down the mountain.

Unexpectedly, he had already gone down the mountain and took in an apprentice. "

"By the way, you did the right thing about the money. Don't worry, your Uncle Xu will communicate with Mao Shan.

Since he did such a thing like murdering his life, he deserves his death. It is about your Uncle Qianhe. I don’t know what happened to him after he went to Beijing. I hope he is okay. "

Zhang Lin comforted: "Master, don't worry, Uncle Qianhe will be fine, the current imperial court has lived up to its name, so there is no need to worry."

Uncle Jiu felt relieved: "Well, leave him alone, auspicious people have their own appearance."

"By the way, where is your cultivation now?" Uncle Jiu inspected Zhang Lin's cultivation to see if he was slacking off.

Zhang Lin said with a smile: "Master, don't worry. I didn't relax my practice when I went to play. Now I'm a fifth-level teacher, and I've also learned how to pray to the gods from Uncle Four Eyes."

The corners of Uncle Jiu's mouth raised, and he said with satisfaction: "Not bad, not bad, you are almost catching up with me."

Zhang Lin flattered Uncle Jiu and said, "No way, it's just a small improvement. It's comparable to you, Master."

Uncle Jiu was even happier: "Okay, your talent is so good, don't waste it, it will be a matter of time before you surpass me."

Zhang Lin nodded again and again, "By the way, Master, it's the Ghost Festival tomorrow, what should we prepare?"

Zhang Lin has not celebrated the Ghost Festival since he came to this world. He just heard that paper money will be burned, but his Maoshan must be different.

"Well, it's nothing, everything that needs to be prepared is almost ready, and now there is only printing money."

"Don't think about it, there is still your master, let's eat first, and clean up the dust for you and Jiale."

Zhang Lin quickly took out the roast duck, roast chicken and wine he just bought, placed them on the table, picked up his chopsticks and ate.

After eating, Jia Le was taken away by Qiu Sheng and Wen Cai to help. Zhang Lin didn't go there for the time being, but went back to the room first.

After three months, the room is still spotless. It seems that after I left, Wen Cai and the others often come to clean it.

Zhang Lin came to a corner of the room, took out a small table, and then took out the golden body of the patriarch from the space and arranged it, placed offerings, lit joss sticks, and settled down.

In fact, Zhang Lin would take it out and worship it every day to show his presence in front of the ancestor, and then take it back.

Jia Le was also curious about the size of Zhang Lin's bag, so that even the patriarch had it, but Zhang Lin fooled it all.

At this time, Uncle Jiu opened the door and came in, "How is it? It's not bad. Your room will be cleaned every few days."

Zhang Lin said with a smile: "It seems that I have to thank Senior Brother Wencai."

"This is?" Uncle Jiu noticed the golden body in the corner of the room and asked curiously.

"Master, this is the patriarch Wenmiao Tianzun I asked God to take out and set up an altar to worship."

Uncle Jiu's pupils shrank and he asked uncertainly: "You mean, the one from the Thunder Department in the sky?"

Zhang Lin nodded.

"Sh~," Uncle Ninth was immediately stunned. He didn't expect that his apprentice was talented enough to be recognized by that patriarch. This ancestral grave is his own.

"Good, good, good," said three good words in a row to express Uncle Jiu's own happiness.

Zhang Lin said again: "The patriarch returned the bed and gave me weapons and exercises."

Then he took out the green bamboo sword and "Nine Heavens Footwork" from the space and handed them over.

When Uncle Jiu saw that it was a low-grade treasure and an escape spell, he immediately trembled with joy.

Then he handed it back and said: "You have to treat this sword and the secret book well, and make more offerings to the patriarch, and don't disappoint the trust of the patriarch, you know."

Zhang Lin nodded solemnly and said: "I will definitely not let down the trust of my patriarch and master."

Uncle Jiu nodded, then offered a stick of incense to the Patriarch and went back to work.

Chapter 42

After packing his luggage, Zhang Lin excitedly went to the room where Mingchao was printed.

As soon as he came in, he saw Qiu Sheng secretly looking at what Uncle Jiu was writing. After a while, Qiu Sheng said excitedly as if he had discovered a new world:

"Lin Fengjiao, hehe, Master, your real name is Lin Fengjiao."

Seeing that his real name was exposed, Uncle Jiu raised his eyebrows, angrily he wanted to grab Qiu Sheng,

Unexpectedly, Qiusheng dodged like a loach and ran to the door quickly, but was kicked downstairs by Uncle Jiu. Uncle Jiu warned:

"If anyone knows the name, it's over for you!"

Then they turned their heads and stared at Zhang Lin and Wencai Jiale, Zhang Lin and the others hurriedly shook their heads and said, "I didn't hear anything, I didn't see anything."

Zhang Lin is not stupid, Uncle Jiu is getting angry now, if you don't say that, it's not like hitting the gun.

"Humph, that's the best," Uncle Jiu saw that Zhang Lin and the others were sensible and didn't mess with them anymore.

Zhang Lin observed it for a while, and found that printing the ghost notes was not only time-consuming and labor-intensive, but also cost a lot of money. Sure enough, the waste paper that was randomly printed in the previous life was different, and it felt different to the touch.

Picking up a finished Ming note and copying it with the system, it really feels exactly the same. It seems that even if I go down there, I won't be short of money to spend.

Zhang Lin avoided Jia Le and the others and copied a lot of money. Uncle Jiu looked at the tender ones and slapped his forehead and said secretly:

"Hey, I'm so stupid, my apprentice's ability is useless, why are you suffering here?"

Uncle Jiu got up and came to Zhang Lin, patted Zhang Lin on the shoulder and said:

"Well done, it saves a lot of time and money."

Zhang Lin replied: "This is what I should do. By the way, master, I have something for you."

Zhang Lin decided to take out the century-old mahogany sword for Uncle Jiu to use, and exchange it for Uncle Jiu when he gets a better one later.

It wasn't that Zhang Lin didn't give the Green Bamboo Sword and the Longquan Sword. These two either had the aura of a patriarch, or they were too noble, afraid of being discriminated against and attracting envious people.

After all, the Longquan Sword is a top-grade treasure that can be upgraded later. Once word gets out, it will attract countless people to snatch it. Until now, Zhang Lin has not dared to take it out.

Uncle Jiu took the Taomu sword and said happily: "Well, I have a heart. If Qiusheng and Wencai are like you, why worry about my being out of luck."

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The next evening, Zhang Lin went out to do errands and came back, only to see Qiu Sheng there.

"Brother, where are Wencai and Jiale?"

Zhang Lin thought that these two people would not be stupid to go to the theater.

"Oh! They said there was a show in town, so they went to grab seats."

"It's over!" Zhang Lin didn't expect Wencai to go to the theater anyway, and he took Jiale with him.

"What's the matter?" Qiu Sheng asked concerned when he saw that Zhang Lin's expression was not right.

"Brother, don't you know what day it is today?"

"Isn't it the Hungry Ghost Festival? What's the matter?" Qiu Sheng replied puzzled.

"Today is Ghost Festival, and today's play is not for people to listen to." Zhang Lin saw that he really didn't understand.

"Ghost Festival, Ghost Festival, Si~, what should we do now?" Qiu Sheng finally understood the seriousness of the matter.

"What happened to Ghost Festival?" Uncle Jiu just came back and asked.

"Master, Wen Cai and Jia Le are going to the theater to take up seats." Qiu Sheng said obediently.

Uncle Jiu raised his eyebrows: "Nonsense, don't you know what day it is?"

Seeing that his master was angry, Qiu Sheng didn't dare to talk back.

Zhang Lin smoothed things over and said, "Master, the most important thing now is to rescue Wencai and Jia Le first."

"That good thing, let's go!"

At this time, in the theater, a group of people were singing on the stage, but there were only two people in the audience, Wen Cai and Jia Le, each holding a sugar cane, watching the play while chewing, and applauding from time to time.

However, the people on the stage were dying of anxiety. Seeing someone watching the play, don't they know that the play is sung for ghosts?

On the stage, they kept winking, wanting Wencaijiale and Wencaijiale to leave quickly.

Unexpectedly, the two people in the audience thought they were interacting with them and kept applauding.

Singing a big show to ghosts today, the rule is that you can't stop, lest the ghosts will be unhappy and something bad will happen.

Zhang Lin and Jiu Shu Qiusheng came to the entrance of the theater together. Looking up, Zhang Lin saw a dense crowd of ghosts inside, with the only strangers being two silly boys.

Zhang Lin was born with a natural physique, so he didn't need to open his magic eye. Uncle Jiu was very powerful and could see it, but only Qiu Sheng couldn't see it.

"Hey, master, junior brother, there is nothing here. Wencai and Jiale are so happy watching there. What are you singing for ghosts?"

Zhang Lin pulled him out, "You didn't open your eyes, of course you couldn't see."