Global Reincarnation: Spending 1 billion at the beginning

Several people were chatting and laughing at the dinner table, having a good time.

When he was about to finish his meal, Luo Yun made a request, "Uncle Jiu, can I go back to Yizhuang with you tonight? I have some questions about Taoism that I would like to ask you for advice."

If Luo Yun remembered correctly, according to the normal plot line, what happened to Mr. Ren happened tonight. He would see if he could find any clues tonight about the frequent corpse transformations in Ren's town in mission three.

Even in Uncle Jiu's world, zombies are often legendary monsters, and corpses cannot be transformed into corpses. Otherwise, with so many corpses and only a few Taoist priests, the world would have been overrun by zombies long ago.

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Uncle Jiu was stunned for a moment, then immediately agreed, "Yes, as long as you don't think the bed here is too hard, these are all trivial matters."

Ren Fa was a little unhappy, "My dear nephew, is it because I didn't do anything well in my reception? You just stayed for one night and are leaving."

Luo Yun quickly waved his hand, "Uncle Shi, I will only stay in Yizhuang for one more night and will be back early tomorrow morning."

Under Luo Yun's insistence, Ren Fa had no choice but to reluctantly agree.

Along the way, Luo Yun ignored Wencai and Qiu Sheng who were whispering behind his back, and instead asked Uncle Jiu for advice on Taoism.

Luo Yun was telling the truth. He did have some questions to ask about Taoism.

After Lin Jiu answered him one by one, Luo Yun took the opportunity to ask, "Uncle Jiu, I heard that you have a Taoist puppet talisman. I am very curious about this. Can you teach it to me?"

After hearing this, Uncle Jiu turned around and glared at the two brothers Wencai and Qiusheng. He immediately figured out that it must be these two naughty men who used the puppet charm to trick Luo Yun, and they had not succeeded yet. Otherwise, how would Luo Yun know about this kind of thing?

The talisman method secretly taught by the Maoshan sect.

Uncle Jiu pondered for a moment, seeming to be considering his words, "Brother Luo, this is an undisclosed biography of our Maoshan sect. Please forgive me for not being able to teach it to others."

Luo Yun didn't take it seriously either. The puppet talisman could only be the icing on the cake for him.

Besides, even if Uncle Jiu doesn't teach him, he can still learn it from the exchange list. (Wencai Qiusheng used the method)

After arriving at Yizhuang, Uncle Jiu felt very sorry, so he took Luo Yun again and prepared to teach him some ways to deal with evil things.

Uncle Jiu finished preparing the props needed to cast the spell, "Brother Luo, look, with yellow paper, red pen, black ink, and glutinous rice as materials, you can make a simple, easy to learn and effective ink fountain."

Luo Yun listened carefully.

Uncle Jiu walked forward, placed a bowl on the table, grabbed a big rooster, and wiped the chicken's neck. A pool of chicken blood flowed into the bowl. "The rooster crows when the sun rises, the yang energy is the strongest, and the yin is restrained."

The evil spirit is the most effective."

Uncle Jiu explained to Luo Yun. Then, Uncle Jiu stood up straight, made a Taoist formula with both hands, and poked the glutinous rice bowl on the altar table with his right index finger.

He poked a grain of glutinous rice on his finger. Uncle Jiu waved his hand toward the candlestick, and the grain of glutinous rice immediately burst into flames.

Uncle Jiu put the burning glutinous rice into the chicken blood bowl, grabbed the ink cartridge, poured the black ink inside into the chicken blood bowl, and then took out a piece of Bagua Universe Mirror to cover the bowl.

He took out a new ink fountain, turned the Qiankun Bagua mirror upside down in his hand, squeezed the formula with his hand, spread it gently, mixed the chicken blood, and the glutinous rice ink flowed into the ink fountain.

"This ink fountain is extremely yang and strong. It is most effective in dealing with evil things like zombies. Brother Luo, have you learned it?" Uncle Jiu asked.

Luo Yun was a little touched. Uncle Jiu was indeed a good man. "Uncle Jiu, can you show me how to use it?"

Uncle Jiu muttered slightly, "Brother Luo, come with me."

After saying that, he took Luo Yun to the mourning hall where Mrs. Ren's coffin was parked. "Look, the ink lines on Mrs. Ren's coffin were popped out with this kind of ink fountain."

Luo Yun was amazed on the surface, but secretly illuminated the coffin. As expected in the original plot, although the surface of the coffin was covered with ink lines, the bottom of the coffin was forgotten by the careless brothers Qiu Sheng and Wen Cai.

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"Brother Luo, when using the ink fountain, you only need to dip cotton thread into the ink and flick it on the coffin. Remember to flick it in every place."

Luo Yun touched his chin and had an idea in his mind. "Every place on the surface of the coffin needs to be bounced. What about the bottom of the coffin?"

If there is really someone behind Mr. Ren's corpse transformation, he is prepared to make it more difficult for the people behind the scenes.

Uncle Jiu said with a smile: "Of course, just like this coffin, its bottom is covered with ink lines."

With that said, Uncle Jiu bent down and was about to point it out to Luo Yun. His expression suddenly froze and his smile faded. He saw that the bottom of the old man's coffin was blank, without a single ink line.

Uncle Jiu was frightened for a while. Fortunately, he had discovered it. If he hadn't discovered it, Old Master Ren might transform into a corpse and break out of the coffin at any time, which would surely lead to great disaster.

"Literary talent!!!" Uncle Jiu didn't bother to explain to Luo Yun and shouted loudly: "Get over here."

Qiu Sheng does not live in Yizhuang at night. He lives at his aunt's house in a neighboring village.

Wencai ran over with a confused look on his face. "What happened, master?"

Uncle Jiu pointed at the coffin angrily, "I asked you to flick the ink fountain all over the coffin. Why, you stopped flicking the bottom of the coffin? How could I accept a fool like you? If Brother Luo hadn't reminded me, you

I'm afraid it will cause a big disaster."

After being scolded for no reason, Wencai walked over reluctantly, and whispered as he passed by Luo Yun: "Mind your own business."

In front of Uncle Jiu, Luo Yun said nothing, but silently made a note in his heart.

Not only did Wencai receive a scolding, he also received several slaps from Uncle Jiu after he finished remedial measures for the bottom of the coffin.

The reason was that he said with some dissatisfaction, "Is it possible that Mr. Ren can still crawl out from the bottom of the coffin?"

Before nightfall, Uncle Jiu came to the mourning hall alone and carefully inspected the coffin of Mr. Ren. After confirming that there was no problem, he returned to the room and lay down peacefully.

He thought about the geomantic treasures suitable for burial that he had explored during this period. He felt that several of them were quite good. Although they were not as good as a dragonfly's tip, they were still one of the best.

"I'll take Mr. Ren to see him tomorrow. We need to set a date as soon as possible..."

While he was pondering, an inexplicable feeling of sleepiness suddenly came to his mind. In just a few moments, Uncle Jiu fell asleep.

It was late at night, everything was quiet, and no movement could be heard.

Suddenly, a dark wind blew through, and the oil lamp in the mourning hall that was supposed to sleep all night suddenly went out.

Not long after, Mrs. Ren's coffin shook suddenly, and a heart-wrenching creaking sound was heard.

A huge force forcefully opened the coffin a small part of the way, and it was about to be completely overturned.