Apprentice Ninth Uncle: The Last Celestial Master!

"..."

Wen Cai immediately put on a bitter face, not daring to argue any more.

"A stick of incense must be placed on every grave!"

Uncle Jiu gave another order.

"Brother Qiusheng, come on!"

Zhang Yue laughed.

"Humph!"

Qiu Sheng was not convinced, and thought that the younger brother was showing off, so he couldn't help but snorted coldly.

See here.

Zhang Yue just laughed secretly.

According to the original plot, it was Qiu Sheng who was mean and talkative while burning incense, which attracted Dong Xiaoyu's entanglement.Dong Xiaoyu's appearance is not bad.

but……

Now it's true, but it's "better".

simply……

Indescribable!

but.

Zhang Yue will not be troublesome.

after all.

This elder brother, when he knew that Dong Xiaoyu was actually a ghost, he still had an expression of enjoyment on his face.One is willing to fight and the other is willing to suffer, how can he, Zhang Yue, spoil other people's good deeds?

There is a saying that it is better to demolish ten temples than one marriage!

"This kid is quite arrogant!"

Qiusheng said.

"There's no way, who will let people have good qualifications?"

Wencai sighed.

"That's not the way to say it. We are senior brothers after all. How could the little junior brother treat us like this? Find a chance and teach him a lesson so that he knows what it means to respect a senior brother."

Qiusheng couldn't swallow this breath.

"Hey, let me remind you, my junior brother knows how to do thunder, so be careful when he punishes you!"

Wen Cai dismissed it.

"Hmph, it's easy to hide with a sharp spear, but it's hard to defend against a hidden arrow! Even if you report a small fight between brothers and sisters to Master, Master won't help you..."

Qiu Sheng's eyes rolled wildly.

"Don't think about what you have and what you don't have, hurry up and work."

Wen Cai said.

Immediately.

The two began to get busy.

Wencai burned plum blossom incense arrays in the tomb, while Qiusheng began to burn incense on the graves. It didn't take long before he came to Dong Xiaoyu's tomb.

"Wow, it's a pity to die at the age of 20. Let me bring you a stick of incense."

Qiusheng said.

"Thank you!"

A voice suddenly rang in Qiu Sheng's ear.

"..."

Qiu Sheng couldn't believe it, thinking he heard it wrong, he looked around in surprise.

Turn around again.

"Thank you."

Another gentle voice sounded.

"what!"

Qiu Sheng was startled, turned around and ran away.

He is colliding with Wen Cai.

The brothers ran towards Yizhuang in a panic.

"Master, look."

Back at Yizhuang, Qiu Sheng handed the incense to Uncle Jiu with a panicked face.

"People are most afraid of three longs and two shorts, and incense is most afraid of two shorts and one long, but it is burned like this. If there is such an incense in the family, someone must be mourned."

Uncle Jiu looked serious.

"Is it Master Ren's house?"

Wen Cai swallowed the sneaky snack and asked cautiously.

"Could it be here?"

Uncle Jiu glared at Wen Cai angrily.

"It's nothing to do with me, I don't care about myself."

Wen Cai didn't care and continued to eat snacks.

"Will Master Ren's daughter be in trouble?"

Qiusheng asked.

"It's none of your business! It's my junior brother who needs to worry about it. Is it your turn?"

Wen Cai snorted.

"..."

Qiusheng is making himself boring.

"Master, think of a way."

Zhang Yue stepped forward and said the lines that originally belonged to Qiu Sheng.

"I've thought about it a long time ago, otherwise why would you bring the coffin back? A Yue, don't worry."

Uncle Jiu smiled.

"Little brother said that Mrs. Ren is about to turn into a zombie, is it master's plan?"

Qiu Sheng came to a sudden.

"I've been with Master for so long, I haven't seen a real zombie yet."

Literary talent is naturally dull.

"This time we have to take a good look."

Qiu Sheng and Wen Cai looked at each other and pushed the coffin lid away.

"Wow! Blessed!"

Qiusheng and Wencai screamed together.

Impressively.

In the coffin, Ren Weiyong's body was already wrinkled and his nails had grown several inches.

"Cover it up!"

Uncle Jiu hurriedly walked a few steps, came over to take a look, and then hurriedly drank.

Immediately.

Qiu Shengwen hurriedly covered the coffin.

"Prepare paper, pen, ink, knife, sword!"

Uncle Jiu ordered.

"what?"

Qiu Sheng and Wen Cai said in unison, both a little puzzled.

"Yellow paper, red pen, black ink, real knife, wooden sword."

Zhang Yue said from the side.

"I want you to talk more!"

Qiu Sheng refused to accept it.

"Snapped!"

Uncle Jiu slapped Qiu Sheng directly on the back of the head.

"If you know it, don't hurry up, why are there so many nonsense?"

Qiu Sheng didn't dare to neglect, and hurried to prepare.

"Wen Cai, hurry up and catch a rooster."

Uncle Jiu ordered.

Soon.

Wen Cai came in with a chicken.

"Master, use chicken again!"

Wencai asked curiously.

"Brother Wencai, the so-called Chicken Sichen, the blood of the rooster has the effect of warding off evil spirits, and the yang energy is very strong!"

Zhang Yue laughed.

"..."

Wen Cai wanted to say something, but thought that Qiu Sheng had just been cleaned up, so he had to shut up.

"Well..."

As Uncle Jiu cut the rooster's neck, the rooster's blood immediately fell into the bowl.

"then."

Uncle Jiu handed the rooster to Qiu Sheng and began to cast spells.

Under Zhang Yue's eyes.

The spirit energy scattered around began to gather.

Uncle Jiu stood at attention, kneading the formula with his hands, and put his right index finger into the glutinous rice bowl on the altar table, and a grain of glutinous rice fell on it.Then, Uncle Jiu shook the glutinous rice on the candle flame.

Immediately.

The glutinous rice is burning.

Uncle Jiu threw it casually, and the burning glutinous rice fell into the rooster's blood bowl, and the fire was raging.Seeing this, Uncle Jiu grabbed the ink cartridge and poured the black ink inside into the chicken blood bowl.

I poked my fingers into it and drew a few pictures.

"..."

Qiu Shengwencai didn't understand why he was watching from the sidelines, but Zhang Yue, with the blessing of Tianyan, saw what happened. It was Uncle Jiu who poured a piece of innate qi into it and drew the talisman seal.

Subsequently.

Uncle Jiu covered the bowl with a piece of the gossip universe mirror, flipped the bowl covered by the gossip universe mirror upside down, and with a slight movement of his palm, the ink mixed with the innate qi, the rooster's strong yang blood energy, and the glutinous rice's power to exorcise evil spirits was mixed. , poured into the ink fountain.

"What is this?"

Wencai asked softly.

"It's an ink fountain."

Qiusheng said.

"Master, where is the bomb!?"

"Bouncing on top of the coffin."

As Uncle Jiu said, he handed the ink fountain to Qiu Sheng.

"Oh."

Qiusheng nodded, and Wencai started to get busy.

"The whole coffin is going to be thrown on the line!"

Uncle Ninth exhorted worriedly.

"People are divided into good and bad, and corpses are divided into dead and zombies,"

Uncle Jiu took out a bunch of incense, lit it by the candlestick, and said.

"There are not only good people and bad people, but also men and women."

Wencai answered.

"Good guy! It's a pity that this article is not a good one!"

Zhang Yue secretly laughed.

"Master is talking, why are you interrupting!"

Uncle Jiu reprimanded him.

"..."

Wencai is boring himself and dare not speak up.

"Just like what A Yue said, the corpse of Mrs. Ren is a corpse that is about to become a zombie."

Uncle Jiu continued.

"Master, how can a corpse become a zombie?"

Qiusheng asked.

"Yeah, how can a person become a bad person?"

Literary talent is also the way.