"Realgar wine!"

"Snake gall!"

"Cicada!"

"Lotus Seed Heart!"

...

By a stream, an old man and a young man sat under a poplar tree, with an urn in front of them, and at this moment, the old and the young were adding various things to the urn.

With the addition of an unknown object, the old man put his index finger to his mouth and bit hard!

And then...

Cover your teeth and go find a dagger...

"Haha!"

"It's finally done!"

The old man dripped the blood into the urn, looked at it, took out two cicadas, one large and one small, carefully put them away in a wooden box, and finally said in a good mood: "Apprentice, you performed well this time, and the teacher promised you, as long as you prepare the material fee, the teacher will help you refine this 'son and mother concentric Gu' for free!" ”

"Thank you, master!"

The boy nodded.

The old man patted the young man on the shoulder with satisfaction, then got up and prepared to leave.

"The stingy old man."

The young man rolled his eyes in his heart, held the urn and backpack, and followed.

Not far from the stream is the official road, in front of which is a small town in the south of the Yangtze River, the wooden attic and the red brick house side by side, the sound of selling comes and goes, the pedestrians are dressed in simple clothes, there are robes, short coats, and some young people dressed as young masters, leading the dog's legs, shopping and walking birds......

"The Republic of China."

The young man looked at him with emotion.

The boy's name is Chen Ziwen, a traverser. The old man is his original master, named Zhuge Kong Fang, and he is an old feng shui gentleman who is almost ancient.

The master and apprentice work part-time to catch demons, exorcism, fortune telling...

It's a pity that it's all half a bucket of water.

Not long ago, when the two of them removed the soul of the richest man in the town, Tan Wanjia, they caused a bunch of dirty things, if it weren't for Chen Ziwen's soul to come and wake up the old man, the old man would have hung up.

This is also the reason why Chen Ziwen scolded him for being stingy.

The life-saving benefactor, plus the apprentice, refining a "son and mother concentric Gu", also requires material costs...... Is there still a royal law?

"Why don't I have a gold finger!"

Chen Ziwen was helpless.

From the surprise when he crossed over, to the pride when he discovered the Dao, and then to the cold heart at the moment, in just three days, Chen Ziwen recognized the reality.

On the path of cultivation, my qualifications are not good.

Not only himself, but even his master Zhuge Kong Fang is also weak and scum.

Chen Ziwen was very suspicious that this old guy would accept the original as an apprentice at the beginning, maybe because the qualifications of the original body were as bad as him!

"Perhaps, when I am the age of my second grandfather, the golden finger will appear?"

Chen Ziwen is hopeful!

Keep your head up.

"Master,"

Chen Ziwen looked left and right, "Where are we going?" ”

The two of them are not from this town, and they came to Tanjia Town this time just to make money for exorcism, so as to refine Gu. Now that Gu Cheng was supposed to go home, Chen Ziwen found that the two were in the wrong direction.

Zhuge Kongfang's footsteps did not stop: "After refining the 'son and mother concentric Gu', the next step, of course, is to find zombies!" ”

"Zombies?"

Chen Ziwen paused.

"Master, can this 'Son and Mother Concentric Gu' really control zombies?" Chen Ziwen's eyes hesitated.

In his memory, his cheap master did know some Taoism, but because his qualifications were too poor, he couldn't refine much mana, so he was unwilling to learn a lot of side door left witchcraft Gu arts, and finally, he researched a secret technique that could refine zombies into bodies!

"Son and Mother Concentric Gu" is one of the elements.

Claimed to be the key to controlling zombies.

Chen Ziwen had doubts.

Whether it is effective or not is secondary, the key is danger!

With the strength of the two of them, if they encounter zombies, they may all be wiped out!

This old man is not a good person, when he encounters danger, let alone help, he may be able to use him to block zombies. If it weren't for the newcomer, Chen Ziwen would have run away.

"Are you questioning the master?"

Zhuge Kong Fang snorted coldly!

He glanced at Chen Ziwen, and said as he walked: "As a teacher, he is the eighteenth generation of Zhuge Liang's descendants, who have learned Taoism since childhood, and "Turning Corpses into Bodies" is a collection of what I have learned all my life, and what is it to control a zombie!" ”

He spoke with some pride.

Chen Ziwen rolled his eyes.

I believe you're big...

The eighteenth generation of Zhuge Liang's descendants...... Unless your Zhuge family has children in their nineties from generation to generation, this "eighteenth generation" can't rank you, right?

The two of them walked very quickly and quickly left Tanjia Town.

At present, the world is in turmoil, although it is the twentieth year of the Republic of China (1931), but the strange thing is that the Beiyang government has not been completely destroyed, the warlords in various places are fighting endlessly, the northern royal family is trying to revive, and the bandits are rampant, as if the demons are dancing.

It's a couple of hours to walk to the neighbouring town, and there are few people in between, so you have to walk faster.

Tanjia Town is outside the mountains and mountains.

Halfway through, the mountain road enters the forest and passes a waterfall.

Chen Ziwen ran to the waterhole to wash his face, but he heard the bell ringing in the forest on the side, and looked over, only to see that in the shade of the trees, a group of people wearing Qing Dynasty official uniforms and yellow talismans on their faces jumped forward one by one, led by a middle-aged man wearing a Taoist robe and glasses.

"Master, zombie!"

Chen Ziwen exclaimed softly.

Zhuge Kongfang glanced up and said disdainfully: "That's a walking corpse." ”

He had been in a hurry for a long time, and a handful of old bones were also a little tired, so he went to the pool to wash his face, and said: "Among the zombies, the walking corpse is the weakest. ”

Chen Ziwen has the memory of the original body, and he also remembers the types of zombies when he hears the words.

Broadly speaking, there are four types of zombies:

Row, jump, armor, fly.

"Walking corpses" are born from the invasion of corpse poison or artificially created, and the corpse is weak and easy to deal with;

"Jumping corpse" corpse qi is thick, powerful and jumping, and has bloodthirsty instincts, fortunately, a corpse qi is concentrated in the throat and can be dealt with;

The corpse qi in the throat of the "armor corpse" disperses to the whole body, condensed like armor, invulnerable, and infinitely powerful. The armor corpse is extremely difficult to deal with, the more condensed the corpse armor, the stronger the strength, fortunately, it is afraid of the sun, and it rarely appears during the day;

As for the "flying corpse", it has been out of the category of "corpse", not afraid of sunlight and magic weapons, but can fly to the sky and escape to the ground, which is almost a legendary existence.

For example, if the aura is dry today, the strength of the monk is not one in ten, not to mention the flying corpse, even the armor corpse, which is not something that ordinary monks can handle.

Zhuge Kong Fang's creation of "Turning Corpses into Body Techniques", his own qualifications are on the one hand, and on the other hand, it is not because of this era of the end of the law, only zombies can be eternal.

"That..."

Chen Ziwen watched the corpse chaser disappear into the forest, and vaguely felt that the Taoist priest was a little familiar, but thinking that his master didn't look down on walking corpses, which meant that the goal of this trip was "jumping corpses" or "armor corpses", he panicked and said: "Master, where are you going to find a suitable zombie?" ”

Zhuge Kongfang got up and hurried away, and said as he walked: "Not far from Renjia Town, as a teacher twenty years ago, he settled here, and he wanted to bury his bones for the rest of his life, but he didn't expect to be robbed of the cemetery.... Hey! He sneered, "The land that I, Zhuge Kongfang, chose for myself, how can he be enjoyed by Ren Weiyong!" ”

"What are you doing in a daze!"

Zhuge Kongfang walked forward, and found that the little apprentice did not follow, and immediately shouted.

Chen Ziwen followed closely when he heard this, but there was a little surprise in his eyes.

Renjiazhen...

Ren Weiyong...

The cemetery was looted...

Twenty years...

Mr. Feng Shui...

How is this a bit like the plot in the movie "Mr. Zombie"?

Chen Ziwen glanced at Zhuge Kong Fang - wouldn't you be the feng shui gentleman who let the Ren family move the tomb after twenty years, and as a result, the Ren family was almost wiped out, right?