Uncle Nine's World: Unlimited Replication Shocks Uncle Nine

Everything was not in vain, Zhang Lin finally broke through to the third level of Taoists in the morning of the third day, and copied all of Jiushu's magic tools, even the whisk on the ancestor's altar table. Look at the old man what cruelty is.

The sky is bright, it's time to get up and go to the mountains.Seeing Zhang Linxiu's breakthrough, Uncle Nine praised Zhang Lin fiercely in front of Qiu Shengwencai.

However, Zhang Lin didn't care, and kept thinking about how to deal with Mrs. Ren.

"Should I bury it with glutinous rice, or kill it directly with a dozen Thunder Talismans..."

Zombies are copper-skinned and iron-skinned, invulnerable, especially the corpse poison, which is so severe that it was scratched to a small wound. If the treatment is not timely, they will have to be enlisted in the army.

You can only attack from a distance as a mage, not close combat, but Uncle Jiu and Qiu Sheng can go together.Zhang Lin is sure of his tactics.

If Uncle Jiu and Qiu Sheng knew Zhang Lin's thoughts at the moment, they might say: "Listen to me, thank you, because..."

Uncle Jiu brought three apprentices to Ren's house, and Master Ren led a group of people up the mountain.

Along the way, Zhang Lin carried a magic weapon bag on his back, and walked leisurely while watching the scenery.

But Qiusheng and Wencai were in a miserable situation. Not only did they have to take the magic weapon, but they also carried a table on their backs up the mountain.Sure enough, beside Ren Tingting, she saw Awei's constant courtship.

Half an hour later, Uncle Jiu set up a Dharma altar in front of the grave, and led everyone here today to burn a stick of incense respectfully.

"Uncle Jiu, Mr. Feng Shui said that this land is hard to find, and it is a good acupuncture point," Master Ren said when he came to Uncle Jiu.

"Well, that's right, this cave is Dragonfly's Water Cave.

The hole is three feet long and only four feet is usable, and the width of one foot three is only three feet, so the coffin cannot be buried horizontally, it must be buried legally," Uncle Jiu replied affirmatively.

"French burial, master, what is a French burial? Is it a French funeral?" Wen Cai asked.

"Nonsense," Uncle Jiu glared at Wen Cai, saw Zhang Lin thoughtfully, and asked:

"Zhang Lin, tell me."

"Master, a French burial is a vertical burial," Zhang Lin replied based on his previous memory.

Seeing Zhang Lin's answer, Master Ren praised: "That's right, Gao Tu is really knowledgeable."

"Uncle Jiu, can we break ground now?"

"OK"

After receiving Uncle Jiu's reply, a group of young people invited by Master Ren stepped forward and kicked down the tombstone. Master Ren couldn't help feeling distressed when he saw this scene.

This is called fierce, and you must be fiercer than him when digging graves, so as not to be haunted by ghosts, so Master Ren didn't say anything.

"Uncle Jiu, that Feng Shui master said that if the ancestors are buried vertically, the future generations must be good," Master Ren said aside.

Looking at the tomb, Uncle Jiu frowned and replied to Master Ren: "Is it working?"

"Hey, the business of our Ren family has been getting worse and worse in the past 20 years. I don't know why," Mr. Ren sighed.

"I think that Mr. Feng Shui has enmity with your Ren family. Did the old man have enmity with him before he was alive?"

"Uh, this land originally belonged to him. My late father knew it was a good spot, so he bought it with a lot of money."

"It's just a lure, is there any threat?"Uncle Jiu looked at Master Ren, smiled and said nothing, "I think it must be a threat."

"Otherwise, how could it harm you and ask someone to cover the entire Dragonfly Point Water Cave with cement?"

"What should we do?"Master Ren asked hurriedly.

"Should be covered with snowflakes, that's what you call a dragonfly in the water. How can you call it a dragonfly in the water if the head of the coffin can't touch the water?"

"He still has a conscience. He told you to raise your coffin and move your grave in 20 years. It will harm your generation, not your eighteenth generation."

"I see", at this time the coffin was dug out, hoisted up with pulleys and put aside.

"Loosen the stakes and remove the nails," Uncle Jiu ordered, "Everyone, today is the reappearance of Mr. Ren, who is 36, 22, 35, and 48 years old, and who belongs to the chicken or ox, and turns away."

After evading, everyone tidied up their clothes and prepared to open the museum.

When the coffin was opened, crows were flying around. Uncle Jiu frowned when he saw the situation.

After the opening of the museum, a black corpse gas emerged from the coffin. Ren Tingting and Master Ren knelt down to worship for a while, and then looked into the coffin.

Zhang Lin saw the corpse inside for 20 years, and it was still lifelike, as if it had just been buried. Anyone who looked at it knew that there must be something wrong.

"Uncle Jiu, can this acupoint still be used?"

"Tap the water with a dragonfly, tap again and again, it will definitely not tap at the same position, this point is useless."

"Then what should we do?"

"I propose cremation in situ."

"Cremation? No, what my late father was most afraid of was fire. I can't do this. Think of another way."

Zhang Lin felt that this might not be the reason why Mr. Ren did not want to be cremated. Perhaps he also wanted to use Mr. Ren to transfer luck to the Ren family.

Seeing how determined Master Ren was, Uncle Jiu said helplessly: "Okay, then temporarily store it in our Yizhuang. Tomorrow I will help the old man find another tomb, so that he can rest in peace as soon as possible."

Uncle Jiu told Qiusheng and Wencai: "Zhang Lin and I will send Mrs. Ren back first, and you two will burn a plum blossom incense array and come back and tell me."

Zhang Lin knew that Qiusheng was going to meet Xiaoyu, a female ghost, and reminded him, "Brother Qiusheng, don't talk nonsense when lighting incense."

"Understood", Qiusheng waved his hand indifferently, Zhang Lin knew that he didn't care at all, "Hey, I have reminded everything that should be reminded, if it still happens, then you are destined to have it"

……

Zhang Lin knew what was going to happen, so he went down the mountain and went to the town to prepare.

All the way to the town, I went straight to the vegetable market. After searching for a long time, I finally found a big red rooster. According to the vendor, this rooster has been raised for eight years. Seeing the red cockscomb bleeding, Zhang Lin didn’t think He lied.

After buying the chicken, Zhang Lin also went to the rice store to buy glutinous rice. I don't know if there is any glutinous rice in the Yizhuang. Buy a little to be safe.

When Zhang Lin returned to Yizhuang with a chicken in one hand and a bag of glutinous rice and roast goose in the other, it was almost dark, and he happened to meet Qiu Shengwen before returning.

"Wow, Junior Brother, you bought chicken and roast goose, and you have some to eat tonight," Wen Cai said while looking at the things in Zhang Lin's hand, drooling.

"Don't look at it, let the master see the incense before talking," Qiu Sheng hurriedly opened the door and went in.

Chapter 7 The Cautious Zhang Lin

"People are most afraid of three longs and two shorts, and incense is most afraid of two shorts and one long, and it is burned like this," Uncle Jiu said worriedly, holding the incense that Qiu Sheng and the others burned on the cemetery.

"What will happen then, Master?" Zhang Lin asked.

"If this incense comes out of the house, someone must be mourned."

"Is it Master Ren's house?"Wencai asked at this moment.

Uncle Jiu glared at Wen Cai with hatred: "Could it be this?"

Wen Cai breathed a sigh of relief: "It's none of my business, I don't worry about it."

"Will the woman who is the master be okay?"

Qiusheng looked at Uncle Jiu and asked.

"Anyway, it's difficult for those who are headstrong," Wen Cai quickly replied.

"Ah, that Tingting..." Wencai realized the problem belatedly.

"Hey," Qiu Sheng teased Wen Cai, "You said it's none of your business, so I don't worry about it."

"Can't you say that, if you can save your sweetheart's life, then getting married will not be a problem," Wencai retorted.

Seeing Qiusheng and Wencai arguing there, Zhang Lin really wanted to ask them, "I haven't spoken yet, who gave you the confidence."

Zhang Lin came to the side of the coffin, pushed the lid of the coffin away, and saw that the corpse inside had begun to gain weight, his face was pale, and when he looked closely, there were still black fluff growing out, and his eyes moved down on the pale hands, the nails grew at some point. the elder.

Quickly shouted to Uncle Jiu: "Master, the body is getting fatter."

Uncle Jiu hurried over to take a look. Seeing this scene, he frowned, "Cover it up quickly, and prepare paper, pen, ink, knives, and swords."

"What"?Qiu Shengwen was dumbfounded.

Zhang Lin was the first to react: "It's yellow paper, red pen, black ink, and a real knife."

"By the way, take the big cock I bought today."

Only then did Qiu Sheng and Wen Cai belatedly prepare.

"Well, Zhang Lin, when did you buy the chicken?" Uncle Jiu asked doubtfully.

"Master, when I saw the corpse today, I felt that there was something wrong with the corpse. It felt very similar to the zombie I recorded in your room, Master, so I went to the town in the afternoon to buy this eight-year-old rooster, and I also bought it. A bag of glutinous rice for spare."

"Well, children can be taught", Uncle Jiu nodded with satisfaction: "It happens that there is no glutinous rice at home, so I will go buy it if I can save it."

Uncle Jiu killed the big rooster and started to practice, prepared the ink fountain, and then asked Qiu Shengwen to use it to fill the coffin.

"Master, Master Ren is going to become a zombie, how did he become a zombie?" Zhang Lin asked curiously.

"The corpse turned into a zombie because he took an extra breath. Before he was alive, he would be angry and hold his breath. He was suffocated. After he died, he would have a breath gathered in his throat."

"That's why you're going to die and keep getting angry," Wen Cai said.

"Yeah, that's the tone. Zombies are divided into levels. At the beginning, they will become walking corpses, black hair will grow on the back and become black zombies, and then they will be jumping zombies, flying zombies, and boneless.

There are also some special zombies, such as Bronze Armor, Silver Armor, and Gold Armor. "

At this time, they also finished playing the coffin, and Zhang Lin went over to check it.

Sure enough, the two of them missed the bottom of the coffin as in the play, and called them back to continue playing again, and Uncle Ninth reprimanded them.

Zhang Lin looked at the coffin and thought it was not safe, so he opened the coffin lid directly, took out a dozen or thirty corpse-suppressing charms and sprinkled them on the corpse, then directly covered the coffin with corpse-suppressing charms, and spread a blanket under and around the coffin. A thick layer of glutinous rice,

If Uncle Jiu was not watching, it would be difficult to explain the origin of the purple talismans. Zhang Lin would be able to replace all the yellow talismans with purple talismans, and the coffin would be filled with glutinous rice!

Mrs. Ren: "Listen to me, thank you, because..."

Uncle Jiu watched Zhang Lin's miraculous operation, and couldn't help but twitched his mouth, "Is this kid going through something, why is he so cautious, and why does he have so many corpse-suppressing charms? "

After making so many frenzied preparations, I used about a hundred corpse-suppressing charms alone. Without external force, the zombies would never be able to escape.

Zhang Lin did this to test whether there is a mastermind behind the scenes. After all, the original drama did not explain whether there is a mastermind behind the scenes.

If it's like this, Mr. Ren can still run out, it can only mean that someone is making trouble, and Mr. Ren is also doomed.

By the way, if someone comes to make trouble, then teach him a profound lesson.

Zhang Lin thought for a while, and took out several mouse traps from the space, and put them in the dark corners around the coffin. Anyway, if anyone came, they would probably come at night.

The mastermind behind the scenes came here on a dark and windy night, hehe, these would be enough for him to drink a pot by then.

By the way, tell the master and the others, so as not to accidentally hurt your own people.