"Buzz, buzz, buzz."
There were also a few faint explosions in the air. Lin Mu thought,""A lightning pillar of this strength should be powerful enough. If it wasn't for the fear of hurting the people inside, it would be much stronger.”
A person walked out of the dust.
Lin Mu saw that it was not a zombie and quickly retracted his aura.
Lin Mu couldn't be more familiar with this appearance. The image of a dignified Taoist with a heroic spirit could be said to be well-known.
The role played by lam was known as the most secure protagonist in all the movies.
"Little Junior Brother?"
A middle-aged Taoist with gray hair asked Lin Mu.
"Ninth Senior Brother."
"Little Junior Brother is not injured, right?"
Ninth Uncle checked Lin Mu's injuries with concern and was relieved to see that he was fine.
"My customer!"
A pitiful wail came from inside the house. A middle-aged man wearing glasses ran out of the house. The customers who were closer to him than his own father could only see wisps of ashes!
They were truly reduced to ashes!
Daoist Priest Four-Eyed wanted to cry, but he didn't know what to do. Most importantly…
Shocking!
Deep shock!
He didn't even see clearly how the person attacked.
With a bolt of lightning, his customers were all turned into ashes?!
Who was this person?
"What are you two brats looking at? Hurry up and help your Martial Uncle Four-Eyed. Can't you see that your Martial Uncle is crying so sadly?”
"Oh!"
Qiu Sheng and Wen Cai responded, and the two of them finally recovered from this terrifying scene.
Although the two of them had seen their master catch demons, they had never seen such a scene.
In their opinion, this was probably not something that only immortals in the heavens could do.
"Junior Brother, you go and rest first. I'll get Qiu Sheng to come over. Qiu Sheng! Get your Youngest Uncle a cup of tea."
Ninth Uncle stopped Lin Mu and asked him to rest in the inner hall. He was quite concerned about this junior brother who had no cultivation.
The three of them went to drink tea.
...
"Senior Brother, what's going on?”
Four Eyes recovered from the pain of his "biological fathers" suffering from an unexpected disaster and asked with incomparable shock.
"It looks like the Five Thunder Talisman of our Mao Mountain.”
Ninth Uncle said with a frown.
Actually, he couldn't grasp it.
Wasn't Thirteenth Junior Brother's lightning technique a little too…
Too terrifying?
"I think so too. How did this junior brother cast the spell?”
"Did you see him make hand seals, chant incantations, and make hand seals?”
Ninth Uncle asked.
"No, I didn't."
"Did you see the magic sword, magic ruler, and magic flag in his hands?”
Ninth Uncle asked again.
"Not really."
"You have to know that if you want to use this power, you need to fast for seven days, open an altar, and draw a talisman to invite the gods. Only then can you borrow the power of lightning from the Heavenly God of Lightning. How did he do it?"
Ninth Uncle pondered for a moment, but he could not figure out how this heavenly lightning had descended.
"I saw him raise his hand, and the next second, the lightning pillar smashed down from above. But didn't Master say that Little Thirteen didn't have any cultivation and was no different from a mortal?”
Four-eyes couldn't understand either.
"Yes... I don't understand either. If it's really this little junior brother who drew talismans out of thin air to attract lightning, then his strength might have already surpassed the two of us.”
Qiu Sheng came over and happened to overhear his Master and Uncle-Master's conversation. He asked curiously,""Master, this little uncle-master is so powerful. Compared to master and uncle-master, who is more powerful?”
"Of course it's your master. How old is he? Your master has been studying Dao techniques for more than 40 years.”
Ninth Uncle glared at Wen Cai. Although he had suffered a blow, he could not lose face in front of his disciple!
"Master, aren't you only in your thirties? Why have you been studying for more than forty years?”
Wen Cai scratched his head and asked.
"I, your Martial Uncle Four-Eyed, am a first-rate corpse herder and proficient in setting up all kinds of formations. Tell me, I'm not much better than this Little Martial Uncle.”
"Yes, yes, yes. Master and Uncle-Master are the best.”
Wen Cai praised honestly.
……
After packing up, the sky was completely dark.
"Are you two brats joking? Don't play with my customers in the future. If it weren't for your Thirteenth Uncle coming today…"
"Uncle-Master, I…"
"Alright, alright, there's no need to say anymore. I'll take advantage of the night to hurry on my way.”
"Stay for two more days." Ninth Uncle said.
"Alright, alright. I still have other customers. I have to think of a way to deal with these customers who have turned into ashes…"See you again, see you again, Little Junior Brother. Come to my Taoist temple to play when you're free."”
Daoist Priest Four-Eyed didn't dare to stay any longer.
What he was most nervous about now was where to find a substitute for those zombies that had turned into ashes.
"Definitely, definitely." Lin Mu replied.
It was rumored that in ancient times, if someone died in a foreign land, the family would pay a mage to "walk" from thousands of miles or even tens of thousands of miles away to bring the corpse back for burial, hoping that the dead would return to their roots.
As time passed, a new profession was born-corpse herder.
Corpse herders usually used a secret technique to keep the souls of the deceased. As the saying goes," they can't take a breath ". They would put a talisman on their corpses and then use magic to drive them to climb mountains and even return to their hometown on a boat.
The corpse herder had to arrive before dawn and leave at night. Si Mu did not bother to welcome his junior brother and drove the corpse away first.
"Wencai, go kill a chicken to welcome your Thirteenth Martial Uncle.”
"Master, what about me? What am I doing?" Qiu Sheng, whose face was covered in white ink, asked.
Ninth Uncle was furious when he saw his disciple who was pretending to be a zombie. He frowned and said,"You? Why aren't you going back at this hour? Otherwise, your aunt will come to ask for you. Go back.”
Qiu Sheng hurriedly ran away when he heard that. He wished he could run away with his pants.
Was there anyone watching?
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