The years I spent growing corpses and raising ghosts in the cemetery

Su Xiao's funeral was being held at the cemetery of Guisi in Luohe Town.

This time, the people of Zhenguisi did not ask outsiders to help bury the body, but completed all the procedures by themselves.

There were incense and paper money everywhere, but there was no crying or people in mourning.

When the incense and candles burned out, Su Xiao's coffin was buried deep in this special cemetery.

After the funeral, everyone dispersed, and the old Taoist priest stood in front of the grave for a while before he came to his senses.

But at this moment he saw an old man carrying a bamboo basket and slowly placing some tributes in front of the grave.

"Zheng Laogui? I didn't expect that you, an old thing, are not dead yet?"

The moment the old Taoist priest saw the old man, his face changed, and then he cursed with a stinky face.

"Hehe, you old cow nose are not dead, how can I die?"

The gravekeeper Zheng Lao put the offerings away, then slowly turned around and rolled his eyes at him.

"Hmph!"

The old Taoist snorted coldly, looking very unhappy.

Zheng shook his head and walked slowly towards the old wooden house in the center of the cemetery.

There are three wooden houses here, one of which is usually used to store corpses and for people to worship, and the other two wooden houses are usually closed.

"Creaky~"

As the door of one of the wooden houses slowly opened, a strong musty smell came to the face.

"Ahem"

But the two of them didn't care and each found a bench to sit down.

"But blame me for not taking action?"

"Hehe, how dare I blame you, old thing?"

The old Taoist's face was gloomy, and his words were a bit weird.

"That kid was too deeply eroded by the ghost. The fact that he can live for so long is that the ghost prison is effective."

Zheng Lao looked a little gloomy. How could he not know Su Xiao's situation?

But he didn't have any way to save her. His ability was nothing more than burying people and suppressing corpses.

He had some ways to deal with ghosts, but he really couldn't do anything to save people.

"Forget it, I know without you saying it, why did you come out of your doghouse today?"

The old Taoist priest was just sulking, not that he didn't know the specific situation.

"Over there, I don't need to worry about it!"

Hearing his question, Zheng Lao's mood suddenly became quite good, and he found a relatively comfortable position to lean against the wall

"Wow, have you found a successor?"

The old Taoist priest couldn't help but feel very surprised when he heard it, but he knew very well that the work done by the old man in front of him was quite dangerous.

"Hehe, I dare not say successor, anyway, I can't drive him away!"

Zheng Lao seemed very proud. After several tests and confirmations, the boy had such a temperament.

"It seems that you are lucky, I am afraid that my lineage is over."

Speaking of this problem, the old Taoist priest felt helpless. The disciples and grandsons he had cultivated with great difficulty are now dead.

"You old bull nose run around all day, and you go wherever there is chaos. Those disciples who follow you will be in trouble for eight lifetimes!"

Old Zheng cursed without any hesitation. Can some things be casually interfered with?

"Alas, my body has not been as good as before recently. I can't run anymore. I can't run anymore."

Since summoning the Taoist Master, the old Taoist priest felt that his body was declining severely. Even though he had become a sage, he knew that his end would come soon.

"That's right, just stay here, take in a few disciples, and pass on your skill of drawing talismans."

"These days, there are natural disasters everywhere. If you continue to run around, you may die on the road one day, and you won't even be able to find someone to collect your body!"

A cunning light flashed in Old Zheng's eyes, and then he continued to advise him.

"That makes sense!"

The old Taoist priest felt that it was true when he heard what he said. It's okay for people like him to die, but it will be a big trouble after death.

With such an old man watching over him, even if he really dies, at least he won't harm others.

"You old man, that's a good idea!"

But the next moment, the old Taoist priest realized that the old man in front of him was quite cunning.

"Haha, I'm going to help you collect your body, so what's wrong with you leaving some things behind?"

Old Zheng laughed complacently. Now Luohe City is not peaceful, and the more help the better.

"Okay, then I'll stay here, hehe, I want to see what the successor you found is like!"

After the old Taoist priest figured it out, the depression in his heart was swept away. What is there to be disappointed about at his age?

"That bastard is much more powerful than me, you must not provoke him."

Hearing the words of the old Taoist priest, Old Zheng's face turned black and he quickly added.

"Wow~"

The old Taoist priest's face instantly showed a strange smile when he heard it.

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In the evening, the old cripple returned to the gravekeeper's yard with a gloomy face.

At this time, Lin Feng and Bai Yuanlong had already eaten and drunk their fill, leaving only some wine and meat for him.

"Why do you look so gloomy?"

Lin Feng looked at the guy's dark face, so he asked curiously.

"Nothing, I bought some pastries today, take them and eat them."

The old cripple handed the bamboo basket in his hand to Lin Feng.

"Brother Yan next door sent some wine and meat today, so you don't have to cook tonight."

Lin Feng took the things and said to the old cripple.

"Okay, I'm a little tired today."

A smile suddenly appeared on the old cripple's face, and then he moved a small bench to take out the wine and meat and ate alone in the yard.

The sky soon darkened, and the area around the cemetery became silent again.

In the room, Lin Feng put away all the sixty dark soul-inducing incense sticks. These things were all good bait for him!

"You should take some time to look for the raw materials for making the incense. Otherwise, the ones you have may not be used for long."

Lin Feng is still using the two hundred sticks of Yangguixiang that Li Yanbing gave him for the first time.

But after these days of use, more than half of it has been consumed. Now that he has mastered the method of making incense, he is naturally more inclined to make it by himself.

"Corpse Mushroom, Green Bone Vine, Night Return Water..."

However, finding these raw materials is not that easy. Lin Feng thought about it roughly and there were thirteen main materials.

Each one has either never been heard of or is relatively rare.

"Xiang Temple has external forces that specialize in cultivating and collecting these materials for them. It would be even more troublesome for me to collect them all."

After thinking about how to collect raw materials, Lin Feng couldn't help but feel a little frustrated, and even came up with the idea of ​​going to a secret place in the Xiang Temple to do it.

In Song Renjie's memory, there were also people from the Xiang Temple in other cities, and these people must have relevant materials.

This is much easier than collecting raw materials from one place to another, and it will last for a while at least.

"Sure enough, nothing is as easy as robbing!"

However, Lin Feng has not yet made up his mind about this idea. It is not that there is any psychological burden, it is simply that Lin Feng finds it troublesome.

"Forget it, there are still dozens of them that can be used anyway. Let's arrange for the wooden men to collect them everywhere in the mountains and forests. If it doesn't work, we can make another one!"

After having the heavily armored paper man, the wooden man had less and less effect on Lin Feng.

It might be better to simply arrange for them to collect raw materials in the deep mountains and old forests. Anyway, these wooden people are idle.

Thinking of this, a shadow appeared under Lin Feng's feet, and then the whole person disappeared directly into the room.

When Lin Feng appeared again, he was already on the top of the back hill of the cemetery.