Chapter 19: Seeking Help
Chapter 19: Seeking Help
Uncle Nine, who was wearing a bright yellow Taoist robe and carrying his small backpack, had just returned to the charity cemetery when he heard Uncle Seven's voice:
"Oh? Is Uncle Jiu busy looking for zombies? He is indeed the patron saint of Renjia Town. His noble character is truly admirable..."
Hearing these seemingly complimenting words, and then looking at his seventh uncle lying on his recliner, Uncle Nine felt a little guilty for a moment.
But then he realized that no one seemed to have seen him following his seventh uncle, so why was he feeling guilty at this time?
Yes, he went to look for zombies. He is the patron saint of Renjia Town. It is natural for him to be busy every day.
"Hmm! That's true."
"As long as Old Master Ren is not caught, Renjia Town will never have peace. In order to protect the people of Renjia Town from harm, I can only go out and look for the zombies myself."
When he spoke to the end, Uncle Jiu even held his head high, chest puffed out, and put his hands behind his back, looking like a great master.
Looking at Uncle Jiu like this.
Song Feng was still lying leisurely on the recliner. He did not point out Uncle Jiu's lies. He just smiled and said:
"Uncle Jiu, you don't have to go out so often in the future. After all, the zombie is injured and probably won't come back for a while."
"Let's focus on our disciples first, and don't let Wencai accidentally turn into a zombie."
"If I were to capsize in a ditch by accident, my reputation would be ruined in an instant..."
Hearing the teasing in Uncle Seven's words, Uncle Nine seemed very confident:
"My Maoshan magic has a great inhibitory effect on zombies and ghosts. One or two days of literary talent will definitely not cause any problems."
"And when Qiu Sheng buys the glutinous rice tonight, I will prepare a medicinal bath for Wencai to clear away all the corpse poison."
The Maoshan Dharma is no joke, and the depth of this great sect is beyond the imagination of ordinary people.
However, seeing Uncle Jiu's confident look, Song Feng couldn't help but chuckle a few times:
"The Maoshan Orthodox Method is indeed powerful, but I heard that only disciples who have reached the Five Qi Ascension Spirit can practice the Maoshan Orthodox Method."
"Could it be that since I have not been in the martial arts world for many years, the many seniors in Maoshan have passed down a new method of building the foundation?"
Only by refining oneself and building a foundation first can one achieve the spiritual ascension of the five energies. Wencai is currently still at the stage of consolidating his foundation.
No matter how profound your Maoshan Dharma is, in this realm of laying a solid foundation, its performance is not much better than that of other sects.
The only difference may be that many large sects have their own sophisticated methods of building the foundation, while ordinary sect disciples can only build the foundation through the hard work of standing still.
Hearing that Seventh Uncle was exposing his past again, Ninth Uncle's face darkened, and he immediately found an excuse:
"This involves my Maoshan secret method, but I can't talk about this matter in detail with my seventh uncle."
When he said this, he sorted out his backpack and then walked directly towards the Patriarch Hall:
"Seventh Uncle, you can just bask in the sun here. I'm going to go to the Ancestral Hall to pay my respects to the many ancestors first..."
No wonder Qiu Sheng is so sharp-tongued, it seems like the top beam is not straight and the bottom beam is crooked.
Watching Uncle Jiu go away, Song Feng, who was constantly swaying up and down on the recliner, squinted his eyes slightly:
"Young people still can't keep calm..."
Uncle Nine, who was not far away from him, staggered slightly and almost fell when he heard Uncle Seven's leisurely sigh.
Then he quickened his pace and walked towards the ancestral hall.
Old guys always take advantage of their age to bully others!
After opening the gate of the Ancestral Hall, I saw that there were still two eternal lamps burning inside the hall even during the day.
Because Uncle Jiu is in the charity cemetery.
The incense in the ancestral hall is burning continuously, and it even gives people a smoky feeling when they first walk in.
"Dangdang!"
He took out a compass from his backpack and placed it on the ancestor's altar for worship. Then Uncle Jiu began to collect the items.
It looks like they are preparing for some ceremony:
"The zombies can't be found for a while, but today I can go into the underworld and find the ancestor to check the background of my seventh uncle." "If I let my seventh uncle stay by my side for an unknown reason, I always feel that something is wrong."
Looking at Seventh Uncle's leisurely look, it really seems like he is here to retire, but he can always feel that there are traces of layout around him.
This is something you can't help but take seriously.
into the night.
As soon as it got dark, Uncle Jiu couldn't wait to stand up from his state of closing his eyes and regulating his breathing, and then quickly walked to the altar.
Take a closer look.
All I saw was that what was placed on the altar at this time was not pens, ink or cinnabar, but some small objects made of clay.
The most eye-catching thing is the little scarecrow that is only the size of a palm standing on the altar:
"In an emergency, I have to make up my mind. I can't care about so many things!"
Thinking of this, I saw Uncle Jiu first pinch a strange spell, then use blood to attract the spirit, bite his finger hard, and point it at the scarecrow's forehead in the form of a sword:
"Travel the heavens and the earth, pass three times, the straw man helps me enter the underworld, straw Dharma body, rise!"
He made hand gestures and pointed at the scarecrow's spirit platform. Then, he made the Yin-Yang gesture and sat cross-legged in front of the altar.
The next moment, something magical happened.
All he saw was the scarecrow, which had been endowed with spirituality by his magic power and had a little blood on its forehead, slowly starting to stand up.
"crunch...crunch...crunch..."
At the beginning, the scarecrow's movements were relatively small, and it seemed that the joints inside were changing, and it seemed that it was still only at the stage of being able to shake.
But after a short while, the scarecrow was able to walk unsteadily, and even walked more and more smoothly.
“Crunch! Crunch! Crunch!”
Although this is just a scarecrow, the charm he shows when he walks and looks around makes him look like Uncle Jiu.
That is truly an extreme resemblance.
After turning his head and adjusting his body condition, the scarecrow walked towards the mud bridge above the altar.
Although the bridge was made of mud.
But it looked no different from an ordinary bridge. In just a few steps, the scarecrow had walked across the bridge.
He strode across the bridge, and then came to a small puddle of water that was deliberately poured in front of the bridge, shaped like a full moon.
"Gulu gulu gulu..."
A sound like bubbling of boiling water suddenly rang out, and then the scarecrow that had just touched the small puddle of water began to slowly melt.
But in the blink of an eye, it was completely absorbed into the water.
Looking into the water, I could only see in the reflection of the water a small scarecrow vaguely walking out of the puddle and then crossing the bridge.
As the reflections float, it feels like you have walked into another world!
(End of this chapter)