I asked you to write about the Republic of China, and you wrote about a zombie Taoist priest?

Su Yu had previously used AI to scan his brain so that everyone could see what the character looked like.

Wencai has a wrinkled face and a wretched image with a mushroom head. It is indeed difficult to compare with the tall and handsome Qiu Sheng.

However, this is how the contrast between the two apprentices is so funny.

However, Master Ren's daughter who came back from the provincial capital can like these two people?

……

At this time, both Wen Cai Qiu Sheng and Wen Cai Qiu Sheng rushed to call Master

"Master, think of a way to save them!"

"Yes, Master! Uncle

Jiu crossed his arms and said,"I have thought about it a long time ago. Otherwise, why would I bring the coffin back?" After hearing this

, Wen Cai asked in surprise:"Is there something wrong with this coffin?" Uncle

Jiu was speechless and said,"What problem can there be with the coffin? It's the dead person who has the problem!""

As soon as these words came out, Wencai nodded and said:"Indeed, I also feel something is wrong.

Qiu Sheng also said:"Yes, it has been buried for twenty years and it has not rotted until now.""

After finishing speaking, the two of them looked at each other, both curious to see the body of Mr. Ren again.

So, they immediately walked to the head of the coffin and opened the coffin board.

Inside the coffin, Mr. Ren's body was already there. It changed its appearance.

It looked like it had been soaked in water for a long time and had just been fished out. It seemed like it had soaked its hair!

Immediately, both of them were surprised and said:"Wow, the corpse has gained weight!""

After the words fell, Uncle Jiu immediately walked over and took a look.

Not only was the corpse fatter, but even his nails were several centimeters longer than when they were first dug out, and turned into blue-black color!

Suddenly, Jiu Jiu The uncle's expression changed and he shouted:"Hurry up and close the coffin lid!"

The two men immediately closed the coffin.

Uncle Jiu frowned and said,"Prepare paper, pen, ink, sword!

After the words fell, Qiu Shengwencai looked confused and asked:"What?" Uncle

Jiu was so angry that he said helplessly:"Yellow paper, red pen, black ink, kitchen knife, wooden sword!""

"Oh oh!"

The two of them hurried to prepare.

Soon, the two of them prepared things.

Uncle Jiu stood in front of the Dharma table, picked up a chicken, and prepared to take the chicken blood.

Wencai asked:"Master, are you using chicken again?"

"Is it possible to use yours!"

Uncle Jiu said with eyes wide open.

After writing this, Su Yu smiled slightly.

There are some places where there are no such plots. For example, the sentence just now was added by Su Yu himself.

Because he felt that such complaints were appropriate and beneficial.

As expected, he Seeing the barrage in the live broadcast room, he laughed again and complained about literary talent.

He continued to write with satisfaction.

Qiu Sheng took a kitchen knife and cut the chicken's neck, and Uncle Jiu began to bleed into the bowl.

"Shivering! Why use my chicken brother's blood?"

"I suspect you are a black man upstairs, and I have proof"

"When will Brother Chicken stand up?"

"I, Brother Ji, will never be a slave in the divine religion!"

"Let's start the war, little black man! Post your emoticons!"

……

Looking at the barrage in the live broadcast room, Su Yu looked a little weird.

He didn't expect that he could relate to this.

He shook his head and continued to create seriously.

……

After the blood was drained, Uncle Jiu immediately took out a grain of rice with one finger, placed it on the pad of his finger, and then circled it around the candle flame.

Suddenly, the rice in Uncle Jiu's hand burned very brightly.

Immediately afterwards, throw it into a bowl containing chicken blood.

With a bang, the entire bowl of chicken blood instantly burned.

Uncle Jiu poured the ink into the chicken blood and mixed it with his fingers.

Immediately, he placed the Bagua mirror on the bowl, took out the white thread, and recited the mantra.

Then, the mixture of chicken blood and ink was slowly dripped from the Bagua mirror onto the white line.

"What is this?

Wen Cai asked in a low voice from the side.

Qiu Sheng said:"This is called Mo Dou!"

Immediately, he looked at Uncle Jiu and asked,"Master, where is the bomb?""

"Shot on the coffin"

"good. Qiu

Shengwencai took the ink fountain, pulled out the ink fountain line, and began to operate.

Uncle Jiu solemnly explained:"The entire coffin must be loaded, and no part of it can be dropped!""

"good!"

The two nodded.

Uncle Jiu took the incense and lit it at this time, and said:"People are divided into good and bad people, and corpses are divided into zombies."

Wen Cai said:"People are not only divided into good guys and bad guys, but also men and women."

"Master is talking, why are you interrupting?"

Uncle Jiu glared at him.

Wencai immediately shut up.

Uncle Jiu continued:"Mr. Ren's corpse is the corpse that is about to turn into a zombie. Qiu

Sheng asked in confusion:"Master, how can a corpse turn into a zombie?""

Uncle Jiu said:"People become bad people because they fail to live up to expectations."

"The corpse turned into a zombie because he had one more breath!

Qiu Sheng continued:"What does it mean to take an extra breath?""

Uncle Jiu said:"Before a person dies, he is angry and suffocating. After death, a breath will gather in his throat.

Qiu Sheng said:"So to be a human being, you must live up to your expectations. When you die, you must stop breathing. If you don't stay angry, you will harm others and yourself.""

Uncle Jiu knelt down and looked at Qiu Sheng and said,"Play it if you are told. Don't be full of resentment. Tell me when you have finished playing. Don't miss it. Qiu Sheng nodded:"

Okay.""

So, Uncle Jiu left here and went back to rest.

Qiu Shengwencai and the two men quickly finished playing on several sides of the coffin. At a glance, the entire coffin was covered with ink lines, which looked square and square.

"Finished playing."

Wencai stood up and said.

Qiu Sheng said:"Look at where there is no bullet. Don't miss it."

"It hasn’t been played here yet!"

After Wen Cai finished speaking, he flicked the ink on Qiu Sheng's face in a playful manner, and then ran away with a smile.

"Brat, stop!"

Qiu Sheng immediately chased him out.

After writing this, Su Yu paused and took a rest, thinking about how to arrange the next step.

The audience was already discussing it.

"What Su Yu wrote about paper, pen, ink, swords, zombies, and ink lines to suppress zombies seems very professional, is it true?"

"I also want to ask"

"I am a Taoist major and can responsibly tell everyone that what Su Yu wrote basically exists and there is nothing false about it."

"Damn it, a great god appears upstairs!"

"Is it true or false? Are you pretending or is it true? Although I don’t have much education, I can’t fool you!"

Just when everyone started to discuss, Su Yu typed out a few lines of text again.

The two ran away playfully.

However, they did not notice that the coffin had six sides in total, and all five sides were bounced. The ink pipe line is on.

Only the invisible bottom has not bounced on the ink pipe line...

In the empty hall, a corpse air and cold air slowly spread...

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