The rooster crowed and the sky was dawn, An Yi was still meditating, but Wencai had already knocked on the door.

"Get up, open the door, the master wants to find you if you have something to do." The knock on the door startled An Yi from practicing. This is also a benefit of "The Great Dao Tongming Lu". If there is something outside, it will cause a sense, and then you will withdraw from practicing. You don't have to be afraid of getting into a devil at that time.

Opening the door and looking at Wencai outside the door, An Yi asked: "Brother Wencai, do you know what's going on?"

Wencai shook his head and said, "I don't know much, it should be a matter of looking for a cemetery."

"Oh." Bai Yu also understood that it must be the problem of Mr. Ren's burial. So he followed Wencai to the living room and saw Uncle Jiu watching a map.

An Yi walked forward slowly, came to Uncle Jiu and asked, "Uncle Jiu, have you found a suitable place?"

Uncle Jiu saw An Yi and stood up, nodded and said, "No, I found a good hole, look."

An Yi took it and saw that it was a place similar to the original tomb. He couldn't help but feel surprised: "That dragonfly touched the water hole and moved it to this place?"

Uncle Jiu nodded and said, "No, it's just that dragonfly touches the water hole. Today we are going to Mr. Ren to discuss the burial matter. If you bury it as soon as possible, it will make people feel at ease as soon as possible. Do you want to follow us together?"

It turned out that it was because of this. An Yi thought that it was useless to go there. But just watching a little more literary talent. Qiu Sheng curated the farce of police captain Awei, which gave up: "No need for Uncle Jiu, I'd better stay and study Maoshan's secret techniques more."

"It's good." Uncle Jiu did not force himself, so he took Wencai, Qiu Sheng and the others to Ren Mansion. An Yi practiced swordsmanship for a while, and then began to study Maoshan secret techniques.

I have to say that as the time of practicing Taoism has been over, the memory of An Yi has become better and better. Although he cannot still remember it at a glance, he has remembered all the things in Maoshan secret art in the past few days.

Not to mention An Yi, he found the talisman pen, talisman paper, and cinnabar drawing. Uncle Jiu took Wen Cai and Qiu Sheng and the other two to Ren Mansion. The servant led a few people to the lobby and saw Mr. Ren drinking tea with the police captain Awei.

When Mr. Ren saw several people coming in, he quickly left Awei to meet him, and asked, "Uncle Jiu, you are here, are you wondering what's wrong?"

Uncle Jiu quickly replied with a gift and said, "Master Ren, we are here to discuss the tomb with you today."

Mr. Ren smiled and said politely: "Then let's talk upstairs, please contact Uncle Jiu."

"You're welcome." Uncle Jiu replied, following Mr. Ren upstairs, and the two left the others downstairs and went up the second floor.

When he arrived upstairs, Mr. Ren first ordered his servants to pour tea and asked impatiently: "Uncle Jiu, I wonder how that hole is compared to the previous dragonfly's water hole?" After all, it is related to the future of himself and future generations, so he naturally has to care very much.

Uncle Jiu smiled and said, "Did Mr. Ren remember that I said before that the dragonfly can't touch the water hole in the same place?"

Mr. Ren didn't know what he meant, but he nodded and said, "Of course I remember that yesterday, Uncle Jiu said it was a dragonfly to slight the water and then the water, and it would not be the same position."

Uncle Jiu said, "That's right, so I looked at the terrain around the tomb and found that the cave is now in a wasteland not far from the old cave. I just wait for a good time to be buried here."

The dragonfly's water hole is a very good one. The dragonfly's water hole is also called the "Qianlong Cave". The "Dulong Cave" that the ancestors buried in this cave must have a prosperous family and a wealthy family and a prosperous future generations. If it weren't for the Feng Shui master's unhappy intentions, the Ren family's wealth may have been the richest man in Hong Kong now.

Uncle Jiu suddenly changed his mind at this time: "But this time you must ask clearly whose land is this, so you must not threaten others."

Mr. Ren quickly responded and said embarrassedly, "How could it be, how could it be?" But at this time, Ren Tingting suddenly came from downstairs and screamed loudly. Mr. Ren's face changed and threw it downstairs and hurriedly ran downstairs.

Uncle Jiu did not stop and hurriedly followed. The three of them came to the stairs. Ren Tingting ran up quickly, and behind him was Awei, who seemed to be crazy about to take off his clothes.

Ren Tingting ran to Mr. Ren and grabbed his arm like a frightened rabbit, shouting in panic: "Dad, help." Her face turned pale and she was about to cry.

Mr. Ren was so angry that his eyes were almost glaring out, revealing a hint of anger and disbelief. Is this Awei going to be tough because I don’t agree with him in the relationship with Tingting?

At this time, Awei was holding the railing and shaking uncontrollably. With a painful look on his face, he said with a sad face: "Uncle Cousin, I want to have tea." It seemed that the blow she received was quite a big blow.

At this time, Uncle Jiu knew that it was Wen Cai and Qiu Sheng who were both doing it. They ran downstairs and came to the door and saw Qiu Sheng leaning out his head sneakily. Wen Cai was still holding his clothes in his hand and standing behind barely. Uncle Jiu couldn't help but feel angry, and he glared at the sight. Qiu Sheng saw that the opportunity was fast, so he turned around and ran away, but Wen Cai was caught by Uncle Jiu.

"You two stinky guys are just in trouble." He used a trace of magic power and punched Wencai in the stomach to force the talisman out, twisted his ears and headed towards the Yizhuang.

Mr. Ren, who did not know the truth, was furious at this time. While comforting his daughter, he scolded Awei.

When he returned to the Yizhuang Village, Uncle Jiu wanted to clean up their things, but with the sloppy of these two guys, it was naturally impossible to sit and wait for death. As soon as he arrived in the living room, Uncle Jiu just opened his mouth, Qiu Sheng had already lost his tea and handed over. At this time, the two were several times more diligent than usual. Qiu Sheng ran back on the grounds of helping, and Wen Cai ran away on the excuse of going to cook, which made Uncle Jiu helpless. After Wen Cai prepared dinner, he went to bed after dinner.

After this day of practice, An Yi was able to easily draw a few talismans such as exorcism and ghosts.

This talisman is actually not as simple as it seems. To draw a good talisman, one needs to control his mana at will, and there must be no error in every stroke or stroke.

However, these are not too difficult for comfort. He mastered the skills after getting familiar with them for about an hour. After that, he drew more and more smoothly. Today, he waved his hands and stroked them in a coherent manner, and a talisman was formed under his hands. A lot of them were created in one day, but because of the excessive mana loss, he meditated and restored his mana in the evening, and even Uncle Jiu and the others did not get up when they came back.

It was late at night again. When An Yi magic power recovered and woke up from meditation, at this time, in the coffin room of Yizhuang, the zombie became dishonest again. After being injured by the thread popped out of the chicken blood ink bucket yesterday, she learned the lesson and no longer reached out to pull the lid. She just shook desperately, and the coffin that had been buried underground for twenty years made a "squeak--" sound. The zombies gradually increased their strength and the coffin became louder. Finally, with a "wow" sound, it broke apart.

At this time, Uncle Jiu also noticed the situation here, but he thought it was Wencai who was not honest in sleeping, so he had no intention of getting up at all.

But An Yi moved his body and rushed towards the coffin room with the Chunyang Sword. When he arrived at the coffin room, he saw a classic image of a zombie wearing the Qing Dynasty official uniform standing straight from the pile of ruins. His face was terrified, his face was green and fangs jumping outward.

An Yi knew that he was going to the Ren Master’s house and sucking Ren Master’s blood. Because according to Maoshan secret techniques, people often have some memories of their lives after death, and the one that remains the most are relatives. Therefore, when a dead person becomes a zombie, the first person to attack is often his own relatives. When he kills his own relatives, the zombie will completely forget his life, and then the corpse will replace human nature and harm people everywhere.

But An Yi was determined to stop him at this time, how could he let him go? He shouted lightly, the Chunyang Sword was unsheathed and stabbed at the zombie.

At this time, Old Master Ren had not become a real zombie. Although his body was extremely hard and his strength was extraordinary, his ferociousness was not as good as that, so he could not defeat the comfortable and exquisite sword moves.

He didn't even change his sword style at all, so he stabbed Mr. Ren into a sword.

"Ao--" A shrilling howl of ghosts and wolves sounded, but An Yi couldn't help but pull the corner of his mouth. The pure Yang sword seemed to be weak after leaving "Strange Stories from a Chinese Studio". It seemed that it was weak. If it were in "Strange Stories from a Chinese Studio", the old man Ren would have turned into a scum long ago. It was not like this. He could still scream when he stabbed a sword with one sword. Fortunately, the yang energy inside was not weak. Although this zombie could call, he could not move. An Yi had no choice for a moment. He forgot the talisman in the room. After all, he was used to using swords.

Fortunately, Uncle Jiu and Wencai were awakened at this time. When he ran out to see this scene, Uncle Jiu quickly shot out a corpse-fixing talisman to fix the zombies. He was much more professional than Anyi, and he would even bring a few talismans to sleep.

"What's going on? Hasn't the coffin been sealed by the ink bucket? Why is it coming out?" Uncle Jiu couldn't help asking after putting the zombie in it.

An Yi pointed to the coffin and said, "The bottom of the coffin was crippled by insects, and the ink bucket was not sealed."

When Uncle Jiu saw this, he couldn't help but say, "I was negligent and I want to thank you, otherwise Mr. Ren and his family would be in trouble tonight." After that, he glared at Wencai, who was standing behind him, and said, "It's all your fault. If you weren't honest in sleeping, how could I think it was the sound you made? It's good that I'm comfortable today, otherwise... Humph!"

Wencai murmured in a low voice: "Or what, isn't it okay now?"

"What are you talking about?!" Uncle Jiu said gritting his teeth.

"No... nothing." Wencai covered his mouth with his hands, but after a while he couldn't help but yawn: "Ah~ Master, should we go back to bed?"

"It's not us, it's us. You're here to watch the zombies and you're not allowed to sleep tonight." Uncle Jiu gave the order.

Wencai was stunned: "Ah? Don't want to master!" Unfortunately, Uncle Jiu had already pulled An Yi away at this time.

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Chapter completed!