"Uncle Nine is early. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info" Ji Ming saw Lin Jiu and immediately greeted him.

"Morning fellow Daoist." Lin Jiu responded politely.

The real Lin Jiu, known as the ninth uncle, or the ninth uncle, is a famous person in the Renjiazhuang area. The reason why he is famous and his high ability is on the one hand, and the most important thing is that he is popular: he looks at feng shui to drive away evil spirits or something, and he also collects money, but once a ghost that harms people's lives appears, even if he doesn't give money, he still does it.

Perhaps in his opinion, collecting money is only secondary, and keeping one side safe is his job.

Such a person, no matter who it is, will be sincerely respected when he sees it.

"How's business going today?" Lin Jiu had long wanted to come and find out, and today by saying hello, he took the opportunity to walk into Ji Ming's shop. Inside, Xiao Luo had just driven away a haunted aunt, and said depressedly: "It's all trivial things, and I also came to ask God for hexagrams, and the people here are really boring." ”

There are ghosts in Renjiazhuang, but most of the people who come are not really ghosts.

They have a slight headache and chest tightness, so they come to ask for charms and worship God, and they are all wronged people who give money for nothing—this kind of fool, other mages will be very happy to see it, because they can take a lot of money without having to contribute. But Ji Ming is different, he has several worlds, will he still be short of money?

If he wants, he can pile up gold into a Great Wall!

These suspicious customers are a waste of time for him to receive them.

"Why do you push people out who ask for help?" After Lin Jiu looked at it for a while, he asked with some curiosity. In this regard, Ji Ming shook his head and said, "None of them really hit the evil spirits, I am in the ghost hunting business, and I have not encountered ghosts, isn't it a lie for me to give them a method?" ”

As soon as these words came out, Lin Jiu immediately looked at him with admiration, stretched out his thumb and said, "Daoyou is really a sincere person. ”

In his opinion, in order to abide by the principles, he doesn't even want the money sent to the door, this is definitely a person with profound Taoism.

"After a while, I will hang a sign in front of the door, and I will not catch any 'ghosts' that can't kill people." Ji Ming drove away another customer and said with a depressed face. Then he took out a wooden board and wrote on it with a brush: If you are not extremely fierce, you will not catch the evil demons, you will not be killed, you will not save the people who are about to die, and you will not be able to see what you really want.

As soon as these four sentences came out, Uncle Nine was stunned.

After a slight pause, he kindly reminded, "If you do this, I'm afraid there won't be much business to do." ”

"It's okay if you don't do these small businesses, but I'm not short of money anyway." Ji Ming hung up the sign and said indifferently: "What I want to do is a real big job, such as thousand-year-old zombies, 10,000-year-old demons or something, and extremely vicious ghosts, in short, what others can deal with, I am not interested, and others can't deal with it, so I need to take action." ”

A thousand imps are not worth a Hades, and if you want to be famous in the industry of Heavenly Master, you have to find something difficult to deal with.

As for whether it can be beaten, if it comes to the divine palm, it means that there is no pressure.

"But that kind of demon and monster often doesn't appear for decades." Uncle Nine shook his head and said.

Young and frivolous, he has seen too many and too many, and now the new generation of disciples in Maoshan, including the apprentices taught by himself, are far from being of great use. However, Uncle Nine also found that this Ji Ming seems to be more self-motivated than others, and if he can be guided correctly, it is not impossible to become a master of a generation in the future.

Thinking of this, he smiled slightly and said, "Master Ren in the town wants me to go see Feng Shui, there may be a lot of old ghosts in the wilderness, do you want to go and see it together?" ”

"Ren Fa?" Ji Ming was stunned for a moment, and then said, "Okay, I'll go and play." ”

Watching "Mr. Zombie" from zero distance, he felt quite interesting.

However, when it really passed, he didn't feel interesting at all: Ren Fa was a very philistine, and although he could use Uncle Nine, he didn't care about hospitality - just for a snack, he left his seat at least five or six times, and he didn't say much to Uncle Nine during this time.

The cost of the appearance, he gave Uncle Nine a very high price, but today he invited Uncle Nine to come, but he didn't even prepare a meal.

This shows that he is not sincere to others, and inviting Uncle Nine to come is just a transaction.

He didn't want to make friends with a "useless person" like Uncle Jiu.

"There are times in life that you have to have, and there are times in life when you don't force it, feng shui has changed your fortune, and you can't save the dying person!" Finally, looking at Ren Fa's fake crying, Ji Ming shook his head and smiled, turned around and left. Uncle Nine also knew why Ji Ming was laughing, and after he ordered his apprentice to carry the coffin away, he caught up and said: "The world is ignorant, this kind of rich and unkind is just a knife to slaughter, what do you want to do so much?" ”

Uncle Nine was also a little dissatisfied with that Ren Fa, so he knew that he had been transformed, but he still only made some simple precautions.

Anyway, once something happens, death is the first death of the family.

Ji Ming smiled when he heard this, and said, "Uncle Jiu, do you think that is really a treasure of feng shui?" ”

"It could have been!" Uncle Nine thought for a moment and said, "But it's definitely not now, where the kind of yin qi comes out from the ground, nine out of ten people will become zombies." ”

When Ji Ming heard this, he smiled, beckoned him to come to a grass hut not far away, and said, "Barren mountains and mountains, don't you think it's strange to live in a family?" ”

"This ......" Uncle Nine was speechless for a while.

At this time, an old voice came from inside the house: "The person outside, is it my senior brother Lin Jiu from Maoshan?" ”

"I am, may I ask which lineage of Maoshan is Senior Brother a disciple?" Uncle Nine immediately responded. Immediately, the people inside smiled bitterly and laughed at themselves: "The ancestors of my lineage are all big fools, so stupid that there is no cure, so stupid that even the inheritance is cut off." ”

As he spoke, he staggered out of the hut.

This person, at least his age, is dozens of years older than Uncle Jiu, but he has a childish face, trembling and always falling.

"This is a man with a story!" Ji Ming thought in his heart.

At this moment, Uncle Nine suddenly exclaimed: "The younger generation of the long house, you are so old but you call me junior brother, could it be the head of Maoshan who mysteriously disappeared a hundred years ago?" ”

"More than a hundred years ago, Master and Senior Brother fought with their lives to blow up this thousand-year-old zombie king who was only for the sake of disaster." The old man came to the two of them and said expressionlessly: "In order to prevent it from coming back to life, I burned all the minced meat to ashes and buried it here, and after a few decades, I reversed the feng shui and exhausted my cultivation to suppress this zombie by burying myself alive. ”

Speaking of this, he laughed miserably, and said, "However, there is a rich man who thinks he has taken this land by force. ”

"You mean Ren Fa?" Uncle Nine frowned.

"I was over ninety years old at the time, and I couldn't resist when my cultivation was exhausted, but they still beat me half to death." The old man's face suddenly turned ruthless, and he said fiercely: "It's ridiculous, Master, they worked so hard to save so many dogs who lost their conscience, and their death was not worth it!" ”

For a while, Uncle Nine didn't know what to say.

"You can still live if you do evil in heaven, but you can't live if you do it yourself." Ji Ming said with emotion.

The thousand-year-old zombie king was still killed by thunder, and when he died, someone sacrificed his life - some people are very unfamiliar with these plots, but some people will feel familiar: this is a terrifying zombie that can directly suck people's blood from a long distance, and the normal Taoism has completely ineffective against it, even if it is ****, it can't be blown up if it is inserted into the body.

It comes from the movie "Zombie Era", which is one of the most powerful zombies in Hong Kong zombie films.

In the end, although it was killed by the thunder, in this fused world, it obviously will not die.

"This zombie is not ordinarily powerful, if it weren't for the thunder in the sky, I'm afraid I wouldn't be able to deal with it even if I poured out the strength of my entire Maoshan Mountain." The old man said.

At this moment, a thunderbolt suddenly fell from the blue sky and white sun.

This was the damnation, and it exploded the entire corpse breeding ground, blowing up a cloud of blood-red evil qi visible to the naked eye.

"It, it's resurrected?" Seeing this, the old man's eyes widened, and he said with a dead face: "I was killed by the thunderstorm, and I was resurrected by the thunderstorm...... It's over, in today's land of China, where can anyone deal with this kind of zombie! (To be continued.) (To be continued.) )