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Ding Lin also performed extremely well in the process of catching ghosts, and was recognized by all Maoshan Taoist priests, and officially became a teacher under the witness of these people, and he could go to the rivers and lakes alone.

"Master, how is the business going?" Ding Lin asked.

"Business? Let these two stinky boys mess up. Uncle Nine said angrily.

Now that Ding Lin has been out of school, many times Uncle Nine can't take it with him, and letting Ding Lin go to the palace will definitely negotiate the business, and maybe there will be unexpected gains.

"It's okay, business, it won't work this time, I'm looking for it next time." Ding Lin said.

"You two, when can I save some snacks, look at Ding Lin, it's only been more than a year since I started, and now I've been out of school, how many years have you two been with me, why are you still so uncompetitive?" Uncle Nine said with hatred that iron is not made of steel.

"Master is angry, Wencai is not going to pour a glass of water for Master, didn't you see that Master taught you all to be thirsty?" While talking about Ding Lin, he glanced at Wencai and Qiusheng.

"Master is thirsty, don't you just pour water yourself, what are you squeezing your eyes, are your eyes broken?" Wen Cai said very heartlessly.

"Master, I feel that they still need to be trained, otherwise they will have to trouble Master in the future." Ding Lin said.

With Wen Cai, Ding Lin felt that his IQ had been lowered, and he kindly played a round for them, which made Wen Cai very embarrassed.

"Master, is he thirsty, naturally he can't drink water, he has to drink tea, I'll go pour tea." In the end, Qiusheng was a little smarter, and he quickly reacted.

"I feel that what Ding Lin said is very reasonable, you two stinky boys are usually too lax in discipline for you, if you don't study Taoism well for a day, you will know that you will cause trouble everywhere, and today you will copy the Huang Ting Sutra ten times, and you are not allowed to eat if you can't finish copying." Uncle Nine said.

Huang Ting Jing is the foundation of Maoshan Taoism, and every Maoshan disciple starts from learning Huang Ting Jing, although it is a punishment, but it is also for the good of literary talents.

"Ding Lin, how is your cultivation going these days?" Uncle Nine looked at Ding Lin and said.

"I have preliminarily mastered it, and this inner scripture is much more difficult than the outer realm, so I can only come little by little." Ding Lin said.

"Well, the Outer Classics are just an introduction, just to let you lay a solid foundation, and now the two Huang Ting Sutras circulating outside are just derived from the Outer Classics, the real Huang Ting Sutra can only be learned by Maoshan disciples, and the Inner Classics can only be taught when they are out of the teacher." Uncle Nine said.

"Yes, Master, I see." Ding Lin nodded seriously and said.

After a few days of practice, Ding Lin has been impressed by the powerful cultivation system and many spells of the Maoshan School, and he has always thought that the Maoshan Dao Technique is just the most basic Taoist technique, and can only catch ghosts or something, but the Maoshan School Huang Ting Jing Neijing taught by the Ninth Uncle has subverted Ding Lin's previous cognition.

The reason why I can only catch ghosts and fight zombies now, and I don't have such a powerful power anymore, is because now in the era of the end of the law, people are extremely difficult to cultivate, and few people can continue to cultivate the Neijing, including the Ninth Uncle, they are just the skin of the Neijing.

According to Uncle Jiu, in the Maoshan Sect, there were people who flew up during the day before, but as the aura of heaven and earth became less and less, and the cultivation became more and more difficult, there were fewer and fewer people who ascended.

It was also because of the existence of the Huang Ting Jing Neijing that Ding Lin also knew that the original Maoshan faction cultivated mana in order to cultivate the Jindan Dao in order to ascend to immortality in the future.

100 days to build a foundation, 100 years of Taoism, through a hundred days of practice to lay the foundation, condense mana, practice a hundred years of mana to further practice Jindan Avenue, as long as you reach Jindan Avenue you can get 300 years of longevity.

That is, after reading the Huangting Jing Neijing, Ding Lin is full of hope for the future, and he can obtain three hundred years of longevity by cultivating Jindan Avenue, and the immortal among further people is a thousand years of life, and when he reaches the land immortal, it is five thousand years of life, how can he make Ding Lin unhappy.

Next, Ding Lin practiced more attentively, except for accompanying Ren Tingting, he was all cultivating.

On this day, Ding Lin, who was cultivating, was called to the main hall by Uncle Jiu.

"Master, what's going on?" Ding Lin looked at the serious Ninth Uncle and asked.

"It's not Wencai and Qiusheng yet, if you don't cultivate well, you will know that you are in trouble every day." Uncle Nine looked at the silent Wencai and said.

"What's going on again?" Ding Lin asked.

"They killed your master's apprentice, and now your master's uncle wants us to find the coffin fungus so that we can spare these two stinky boys." Uncle Nine said.

"Hey, I said you two, you usually just mess around, but now you actually do something to kill your fellow disciples?" Ding Lin said with a frown.

"No, it's not that serious, that Shi Shaojian, his mind is not right, he ......" Wen Cai stumbled and said.

"How wrong is his mind, you can't harm your fellow disciples, you are trying to put the master in injustice." Ding Lin naturally knew what was going on, but he still said.

"We're doing this to eliminate harm for the people." Qiusheng argued.

"Master, I think it's better to send them back to Maoshan, at least they can be restrained on the mountain, otherwise there may be some kind of trouble in the future." Ding Lin ignored Qiusheng and said to Uncle Jiu.

"I'm thinking about it, I'll talk about it when this is over." Uncle Nine hesitated for a moment and said.

"Master, can't you send us to Maoshan Mountain, what's the good thing about going up the mountain?" Qiusheng knelt down and said.

"Yes, yes, Master." Wencai also said in the same way.

"I'll talk about it when the matter is settled, and now let's think about the coffin fungus first." Uncle Nine said.

"Coffin fungus, legend has it that it is made of the zombie king's grievances, and it is not so easy to get it, and the most important thing is that I don't know where the zombie king is, and the zombie king is not easy to deal with." Ding Lin said.

"Well, this is really not easy to do, if the zombie king, I know where there is, but they usually don't come out to harm people, and there are quite a lot of them, and I can't help it." Uncle Nine hesitated for a while and said.

Uncle Nine has nothing to say about the apprentice who is really good, and he can put his own safety at risk for the sake of the apprentice.

After preparing the things, he took Ding Lin and Wencai Qiusheng up the mountain.

"This used to be a bandit's den, but they were betrayed and all killed, so they all had a grudge and became zombies, and the bandit leader was even more resentful, so he became a zombie king." After coming to the mountain, Uncle Nine said.