When Zhao Hao heard about witchcraft, he recalled the scene in Uncle Zombie where Monk Yixiu and Daoist Priest Four-Eyed used witchcraft to tease each other.
Since Daoist Priest Four-Eyed dared to teach him, he would dare to learn.
Zombies weren't the only dangerous things in this world. There were also people.
To put it nicely, those warlords were generals or generals.
To put it bluntly, they were a group of bandits.
A dozen people with four to five guns, and he dared to call himself commander.
They bullied men and women and committed all kinds of evil. Zhao Hao didn't feel any psychological burden at all when he used the witchcraft technique on these people.
"Thank you, Uncle-Master."
He thanked Daoist Priest Four-Eyed, who waved his hand and said,""Sigh, it's okay. It's right to love learning.”
"You're much better than my Jia Jia Le!"
At the mention of this vile disciple, he was furious!
It was disappointing.
This disciple was disappointing!
He and his disciple had spent all their efforts to nurture him, but this kid was good.
He didn't learn much.
Instead, he took a fancy to the orphan girl beside the neighbor bald donkey!
What was this?
Daoist Priest Four-Eyed was furious.
Fourth Eye was working hard to earn money outside, while Jiale was not studying Taoism at home but fawning over his arch-enemy monk!
How could he endure this?
He couldn't think about this matter carefully. The more he thought about it, the angrier he became. The more he looked at the diligent Zhao Hao, the more he liked him.
He even had the feeling of "how did Senior Brother find such a good disciple".
His desire to beat his disciple up became more and more urgent.
Ninth Uncle and Si Mu were old acquaintances. One could tell what Si Mu was thinking just by looking at his expression.
If the genius disciples were not used to show off, then it would be meaningless.
Ninth Uncle was a person who cared about his face. He tried his best to make his tone calm.
"Four-eye, my disciple learned the White Talisman in one try.”
"..."
He knew that his senior brother was going to show off again.
However, even though he knew that his senior brother was showing off, he was still very envious.
The white talisman was not profound, but to learn it in one go, it required talent!
Four Eyes indicated that he didn't want to talk and only wanted to eat. He roughly tore off a chicken drumstick and stuffed it into his mouth.
Mmm, it tastes good.
Before he could swallow the chicken, he heard Ninth Uncle's voice again.
"He's disappointing. It's clearly the simplest Corpse Suppressing Talisman among the yellow talismans, but he didn't learn it in one go. Instead, he used an hour!”
"Cough, cough, cough."
Daoist Priest Four-Eyed choked.
He got to know Zhao Hao all over again.
This was truly a genius!
He pulled Zhao Hao's sleeve.
"Zhao Hao, there's no future in learning from my senior brother. You should learn with me. Let me tell you, there are many good things in my senior brother's house!”
Ninth Uncle smiled and said nothing.
Of course, he knew that Four-Eye was joking.
According to their relationship, such a joke was not a big deal.
They would not take it seriously at all.
Zhao Hao smiled awkwardly and politely. Uncle Nine asked the disciples to sit down and eat.
After the group of people finished eating, Wen Caiqiu went to clean the mortuary and burn incense for the nameless corpse in the coffin.
Zhao Hao brought Martial Uncle Four-Eyed to the house to rest.
Martial Uncle Four-Eyed and Ninth Uncle hadn't seen each other for many years, and he had also promised to teach Zhao Hao Daoist techniques. Naturally, he planned to stay for a few more days.
Zhao Hao led Senior Master Four-Eyed to the guest room. The exhausted Daoist Priest Four-Eyed was already planning to turn off the lights and sleep.
Zhao Hao was also very tired after a day of running around. He went to the front hall to take a look and felt that nothing should have happened.
Wen Cai and Qiu Shengcai had known each other for less than ten days. Qiu Sheng wouldn't pretend to be a zombie to scare Wen Cai, right?
Regardless, Zhao Hao went to sleep after practicing two sets of boxing.
They were just a few undeads.
There was Ninth Uncle, Four Eyes, and himself here. Even a hairy zombie would die here.
So what if all the undeads were released?
Zhao Hao fell into a deep sleep.
Who knew that just because he didn't keep an eye on them for a while, Wen Cai and Qiu Sheng would cause other big trouble.
In the morgue hall.
Wen Cai was trembling. He was very afraid, but he had to do what his master wanted him to do.
Compared to him, Qiu Sheng was much better.
Not only was he not afraid, but he also stood in front of the undeads and carefully looked at the corpse suppression talisman on their heads.
"Wow, it's so complicated."
He poked the faces of the undeads with his hand, trying to see the difference between their skin and his.
He looked completely foolish and bold.
"Qiusheng, Qiusheng."
Wen Cai felt a chill on his back from the wind that came out of nowhere. He couldn't help but call Qiu Sheng's name. Qiu Sheng temporarily let go of the undeads and turned to look for Wen Cai.
Wen Cai had goosebumps all over his body.
"What's wrong with you?"
Wen Cai shrunk his neck and asked,""Do you feel the cold wind?”
He looked around nervously. Qiu Sheng glanced at Wen Cai and also felt around, but he didn't feel anything.
He shrugged his shoulders and said,"Are you too afraid? I don't feel anything."”
He looked around and finally raised his head to see the skylight above.
"Oh, you mean the skylight above, right? It's a little cold today, so I'll close the window for you.”
However, the window was too high for Qiu Sheng to reach. He looked around and found a big jar with a yellow talisman on it.
He moved the jar over, stood on it, and closed the window.
Wen Cai watched from the side.
Qiu Sheng jumped down after doing all this. He patted the soil on his hands and said,""Alright, it'll be fine if you come down like this.”
"That's good, that's good," Wen Cai said repeatedly.”
None of them noticed that when Qiu Sheng jumped down, he accidentally rubbed the talisman a little, and a small hole appeared on the jar!
The seal was broken.
The evil spirit inside wanted to come out!
However, the talisman that was still effective hit him hard! He was hit into the jar!
The skylight was closed, but it was not perfect.
A ray of moonlight shone on the jar.
The ghost immediately stabilized itself and stopped moving.
……
Early the next morning, Daoist Priest Four-Eyed and Ninth Uncle were fighting in the courtyard.
They hadn't seen each other for a long time. They played around to test their skills before having breakfast.
Zhao Hao observed carefully from the side.
Ninth Uncle and Senior Uncle Four-Eyed were definitely experts. Even if Zhao Hao had practiced the Mountain Ape Fist to the proficient level, he was still not their match.
They seemed to be playing, but each punch and kick had its own rules.
Many of the techniques were targeted at the zombies. The zombies 'limbs were stiff and they could not bend their knees.
Mao Mountain naturally had a set of actions to punish zombies.
After they had played around, Martial Uncle Four-Eyed said to Zhao Hao,""Alright, Martial Nephew, today we will learn the art of witchcraft.”
"Come on."
He pulled Zhao Hao into the room and spoke to him solemnly.
"Martial Nephew, you must remember what I said when you cultivate the art of witchcraft.”
"You must remember this and not violate it. This is a lesson that I, the Mao Mountain seniors, have learned from my experience!”
Zhao Hao's heart trembled. He sat upright on his chair and did not intend to ignore Daoist Priest Four-Eyed's words.
Seeing that he was so serious, Si Mu nodded in satisfaction. This was the effect he wanted.
"The witchcraft of Mao Mountain is different from other spells…"
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