Become a legend in Hong Kong

"Heaven and earth are infinite, and the universe borrows the law!"

Liao Wenjie shouted in a low voice, and the bleak black clouds solidified high in the sky above the ancestral hall. A beam of dazzling thunder illuminated the night sky, violently exploding the roof, and bombarded the zombies.

Bang! !

A precise strike, with a loud noise, the earth and rocks where the zombies were were shattered, and a mosaic-shaped object fell into the scorched earth.

Liao Wenjie: (一`一)

That's it?

He curled his lips in silence, God, this thief, when he hacked him, he was much more powerful than a zombie.

Have been offended.

Next to him, Uncle Jiu's eyes widened and Qiu Sheng's mouth opened wide. The lightning struck the zombies and also struck their hearts.

This year...what happened? x2

Qiu Sheng looked envious and jealous, and Uncle Jiu's mood was even more complicated. He could also use thunder to conquer demons, but the right time, place, and people were indispensable, and it was far less easy than Liao Wenjie's.

Especially if you don't have a powerful magic weapon, it will require a lot of money.

A handful of cinnabar mixed with some water can trigger thunder. It is simply unbelievable. Uncle Jiu has only read about this kind of thing in books.

Novels such as magazines about monsters and monsters often describe the ancient times, when strange people and strangers flew in the sky and displayed their magical powers.

Recalling the warning he had given Liao Wenjie, Uncle Jiu looked complicated and felt sorry for him. He murmured: "You were born at the wrong time. With your qualifications, if you were born thousands of years earlier, you would definitely be a heavenly master whose reputation will be passed down through the ages..."

"Nine, Uncle Ninth, it turns out that your apprentice is so powerful, why didn't you tell me earlier? This caused me to neglect three distinguished guests before."

Marshal Long stepped forward and tugged on Uncle Jiu's sleeves. He smiled cautiously on his face, but in his heart he scolded Uncle Jiu bloody.

Uncle Jiu is not magnanimous and has a dark heart. He should be scolded.

He has some ability that he hides and hides, and pretends to be low-key all day long, which makes him look down on others and offends them miserably.

The worst thing is that his sister Lian is still Uncle Jiu’s old lover. This...

Wouldn't one day he was walking at night and suddenly struck to death by lightning?

The more he thought about it, the more he panicked, and Marshal Long's smile became more flattering, almost saying that if the old father doesn't go and the new father doesn't come, from now on, Lian Mei will be Uncle Jiu's daughter-in-law.

Looking at Marshal Long with a lewd smile on his face, Uncle Jiu pursed his dry lips, opened his mouth, but said nothing.

He shook off his sleeves, broke away from Dashuai Long's hand, and snorted coldly: "Although I have given advice to Ajie on spiritual practice, he and I are not masters and disciples. You don't need to flatter me, I don't like it." People who listen to flattery.”

I understand, just keep blowing, I’ll make sure you feel comfortable!

Marshal Long understood this and recited the words he used to flatter his superiors in the past. He had not practiced working at the door for a long time, so he felt no unfamiliarity at all when he picked it up. He made Uncle Jiu raise the corners of his mouth and couldn't help it.

"Master, Marshal Long, stop for now, it's time to get the medicine."

Qiu Sheng felt goosebumps all over his body when he heard this. He interrupted the two shameless old men and told them to get down to business quickly, especially Marshal Long. His life was hanging by a thread and he still wanted to flatter himself. He deserved to be bitten by a zombie.

"That's right, Uncle Jiu, it's important to get the medicine. When I get back, I will hold a banquet and entertain you all again. No, I will arrange a new reception banquet for you."

Dashuai Long's chest banged loudly as he silently despised Qiu Sheng for being young and inexperienced in society. It was disgusting for him to brag about Uncle Jiu, but what could he do? For the sake of his wife and children, no matter how hard or tiring life was, he still had to smile.

Of course, I just thought about this. Liao Wenjie was so good even with the slightest guidance from his uncle Jiu. A disciple like Qiu Sheng who inherited the mantle was not infinitely strong.

The three of them came to the hot zombie. Uncle Jiu covered his nose and squatted down. After checking, he breathed a sigh of relief.

"Fortunately, despite the thunder, the zombie teeth were not damaged. Qiu Sheng, please bring the file."

"okay."

Half an hour later, Zombie Tooth Fan +1, several people re-intermented Dashuai Long’s father. The coffin was placed according to the original Feng Shui layout, just like the other ancestors of the Long family.

"The main medicine is already available, and the other medicinal materials are not difficult to find. When you go back, take the medicine according to the prescription, and your disease will be cured."

"That's right, let's go back now. There will be a banquet tonight. We won't come back until we get drunk."

…

Under the moonlight, a team of seven or eight guards followed Marshal Long, and Liao Wenjie and three others walked beside him. Uncle Jiu couldn't hold it back for a long time, and curiously asked where Liao Wenjie had been practicing in the fairy mountain this year.

"There is no such thing as a fairyland, it's just a coincidence..."

Liao Wenjie talked a lot, and talked a lot of empty words without mentioning any useful information. Uncle Jiu was confused when he heard it, as if he understood it, but when he thought about it carefully, he found nothing. clear.

"By the way, when it comes to practice, I remember Uncle Jiu's wish is to cultivate Yang, Yin and virtue, and seek a ghost job in the underworld after death. Do you remember correctly?"

"That's right."

Uncle Jiu nodded. Cultivation in the world is not easy, and there is no hope of ascending to the immortal sect. He had long given up on unrealistic dreams and found a future for himself down to earth.

Half a year ago, he used the copper coins donated by Liao Wenjie to establish a relationship. The people below told him that with his good deeds and merit, if nothing unexpected happened, it would be a sure thing to hire a ghost servant.

A big stone has been settled. What Uncle Jiu is most concerned about now is how to train Qiu Sheng well and pass on his skills.

"With Uncle Jiu's ability, it's a bit humiliating to ask for help. Is there any way to go further?"

"That's something you should consider after death. I'm still alive now, so I don't expect too much."

"That's true."

Liao Wenjie smiled faintly. With the current level of Dharma in the world, spiritual practice will only become more depressed in the future. No one is sure how long it will last. Maybe one day humans will master a more advanced technology of boiling water, and even the underworld will cease to exist.

Uncle Jiu treated him well. If such a day comes, he will definitely come again to take Uncle Jiu's soul out.

At that time, it will all depend on Uncle Jiu's own will, either to do a certain errand for him, or to help him reincarnate, so that he can go on the path of cultivation again in the next life.

Everyone walked and chatted, and gradually walked into a dense forest.

The moonlight was blocked by gloomy clouds, the forest was hazy, and the distant view was blurry. There was only a vast expanse of white.

"Wait a minute, have you seen this forest on the way here?"

Marshal Long raised his hand, pulled the guard beside him, and glared: "Let me ask you, are there any woods on the road to the Long Family Ancestral Hall?"

Your ancestral hall, why do you ask me?

The guard looked aggrieved, thought for a moment and said, "Commander, I have only been to the Long Family Ancestral Hall with you twice. Once was when the old man was enthroned half a year ago, and again today. I don't remember the woods or anything like that."

"That's it..."

Marshal Long nodded, as smart as he was, thinking that he must have hit a ghost.

But it doesn't matter, it's just a ghost. There are three masters around him, so he won't panic no matter how many ghosts come.

Thinking of this, Marshal Long just smiled, rushed to Uncle Jiu's side, and grabbed his sleeve.

"Commander, what are you doing?"

"To be honest, I'm afraid."

"..."

Uncle Jiu looked disgusted and waved away Marshal Long who was standing next to him. Seeing that the guards were too frightened, they all raised their guns and said hurriedly: "It's useless. Guns can hit zombies, but they can't hit ghosts. Shooting indiscriminately will only hurt your own people, so come closer to me and I will protect you."

Hearing this, the guards hurriedly approached Uncle Jiu. When they stood next to Uncle Jiu, they all seemed to have found their backbone and breathed a sigh of relief.

However, under Marshal Long's horrified gaze, his soldiers were all hugging a tree and scattered in all directions. Their silly laughter was particularly eerie in the strange forest.

The cold air rushed from his collar to his back. Marshal Long shivered and looked at Uncle Jiu, saying "Aba, Aba, Aba," because the shock between his upper and lower teeth was so strong that no one knew what he was talking about.

"Ghosts are obsessed with me. There's something wrong with this forest. There's more than one ghost."

Uncle Jiu's face was solemn. The dense forest suddenly blocked the road. If it wasn't a coincidence, it could only be for them.

"Uncle Jiu, let me do it. They're just a few brats. You don't need to do it yourself." Liao Wenjie stood next to Uncle Jiu and said with a smile.

That’s called maturity, not oldness!

Uncle Jiu retorted in his heart, nodded, took two steps back, raised his hand and slapped Qiu Sheng on the back of the head, telling him to open his eyes to see clearly and learn from him.

Seeing other people's children, they hate the iron.

Qiu Sheng shed tears silently. Master was too conceited and didn't care about the differences between people. There was no comparison at all.

In this regard, Master should learn from him, and his mentality is very good.

The gentle breeze blows on the hills, and the bright moon shines on the river.

If he doesn't fight, he won't look like a failure.

Thinking this in his heart, Qiu Sheng followed Uncle Jiu's instructions and opened his eyes wide, ready to learn something from Liao Wenjie, and then he saw...

Liao Wenjie raised his hand and spread his fingers. A large red line sprang out from his palm, and the wisps dispersed into seven or eight red ghost hands, dragging all the guards scattered around.

To prevent these crazy guys from shooting indiscriminately, after landing, they were tied up with red thread and made into rice dumplings.

Qiu Sheng nodded, feeling quite satisfied, and turned to look at his master.

See, you can’t learn it at all!

"..."

Uncle Jiu's eyes twitched and he was too lazy to care about Qiu Sheng, who was not seeking to make progress. Besides, Liao Wenjie's weird style of painting, he didn't know which one was the ghost.

The white fog persists and seems to be getting denser.

Just when Liao Wenjie was thinking about which Taoist technique to use, a burst of joyful sound of gongs and drums came from the distance, first from the east and then from the west. It was like playing mahjong. It was completely impossible to guess which direction it would be next.

"A ghost gets married?!"

Uncle Jiu frowned. Now that things have happened, besides, the chance encounter can only be deceiving oneself and others, but what is the purpose of a ghost marriage looking for these people?

They are all big men, and there are no women either!

To the east, shadowy lanterns pointed the way, festive gongs and drums suddenly sounded loudly, and a group of welcoming relatives floated in front of everyone.

Everyone was dressed in red, with no facial features on their pale faces. Four paper figures were carrying the sedan chair. The cold wind rolled up the sedan curtains, but it was empty inside.

"It's really a ghost marriage..."

Uncle Jiu expressed his disbelief and reminded: "Everyone, be careful, the ghost wants to steal people to get married!"

"What!"

Liao Wenjie turned around in shock: "No way, there is another ghost who is thinking about Qiu Sheng's body, or is it a male ghost?"