In this era and this place, it was only natural for people to smoke when they had nothing to do.
After all, his master, Lin Jiu, was an old smoke pipe. Although he did not smoke in front of others, he still smoked in private.
"You're leaving just like that?"
Zhang Wenjie watched Qiu Sheng go back in the dark without stopping. For some reason, he thought of the time when Qiu Sheng was an Undead Knight.
"Junior Brother, where did you get the money to buy tobacco?”
Wen Cai didn't smoke, but he knew the quality of the tobacco. He looked at the tobacco pot in the master's hand, which was burning money!
"Senior Brother, you don't know that the feng shui here is good. We have a lot of mountain products. The rich people in the town love these things the most!”
"What?! Junior Brother, why didn't you tell me about this? To think that I've taken care of you so much!”
Wen Cai didn't expect those idiots to spend so much money to buy mountain products. When he thought about how he didn't pay attention to them before, he felt that countless glowing money had slipped out of his pocket!
"You didn't ask! Moreover, the mountain products are only available late at night. If Shixiong is interested, Shidi can give you some pointers!”
They had known each other for a year, and Zhang Wenjie had long understood Wencai's character. He had all the problems that ordinary people should have, but he was afraid of the dark!
If a Taoist priest was afraid of the dark, then he should just buy a piece of tofu and kill himself!
"Scared! Cough, cough, no need. I want to stay at the mortuary to accompany Master. It's better to leave it for Junior Brother to play with!”
"Wencai, I'm very satisfied with what you said. Master's clothes haven't been washed for a long time…"
Wen Cai wanted to slap himself hard this time. His master's clothes were smelly, and they had been piled up for a long time before they were washed.
Looking at Zhang Wenjie, Wen Cai wanted to exercise his position as a senior brother.
Who knew that Zhang Wenjie would turn around and tell his master that he was going to pick mountain products. He disappeared in the blink of an eye.
Mountain products were real, but they were occasionally picked.
How could there be so many mountain products in this sh * tty place? Even if there were so many goods, there wouldn't be so many fools willing to buy them.
Zhang Wenjie's money was earned from his grandfather's old trade. It would be a pity if so many ownerless items were lying on the ground and covered in dust!
As for whether he would encounter any harmful things, Zhang Wenjie had not been by Lin Jiu's side for a year in vain!
A thin layer of mist gradually spread through the dark forest. Four thin and fat paper men with white faces and red cheeks dragged Yao Ye's palanquin, their feet swaying up and down without touching the ground.
Inside the palanquin, a flirtatious woman in a red dress sat quietly.
Not far from the sedan chair, Qiu Sheng slowed down because of the thick fog.
Behind the palanquin, Zhang Wenjie, who had transformed into Voldemort, took out the Demon Vanquishing Needle from his pocket and lay quietly.
As the female ghost flew out and sat on the back of Qiu Sheng's bicycle, the four paper people waved goodbye and gradually disappeared into the night.
Swoosh swoosh…
After a year of hard work, his sneak attack skills had reached perfection.
A handful of Demon Vanquishing Needles instantly pierced through the four paper imps, turning them into ashes before they could even react.
Zhang Wenjie's System Interface also added a few more morality points.
Qiu Sheng, who was stepping on the cart in the dark, felt a chill run down his spine. He inexplicably recalled the scene before pushing Grand Master Ren's coffin back to the mortuary.
When his master asked him to offer the plum blossom incense, he heard a thank you when he offered the incense to a young lady who died young.
As he thought about it, Qiu Sheng suddenly felt like he was going to shit. He subconsciously increased the strength of his legs.
After taking a shortcut through a small forest, he felt the inexplicable chill disappear again. Qiu Sheng thought he was in a hurry.
"Ah ~"
The female ghost was sent flying from behind Qiu Sheng's car by the swinging tree. She did not feel any pain after landing on the ground. She only snorted twice as she looked at Qiu Sheng, who was getting further and further away.
"Little hubby, you can't run out of my fingers!”
The female ghost, Dong Xiaoyu, floated up soundlessly. She looked at Qiu Sheng, who was far away, and a strange blush appeared on her pale face.
"Pretty girl, can you tell me how a female ghost like you was knocked down by a tree?”
"Who are you?"
The female ghost, Dong Xiaoyu, suddenly felt her heart palpitate and instinctively retreated.
After a series of dense dripping sounds, the ground was filled with needles that were emitting a strange light.
"Bang!"
This was the first time Dong Xiaoyu had felt pain since she became a ghost. She was sent flying by the powerful kick.
Dong Xiaoyu, who was lying on the ground, felt as if her back was being scalded by Luo Tie.
"I see. No wonder the Undead Knight Qiu Sheng was so fascinated. He can actually transform between reality and illusion. I really envy Qiu Sheng for having a close female friend like you!”
"I have an uninvited request. I wonder if I can borrow your ghost life!”
Whoosh!
With the high mobility of the Demon Binding Lock, Zhang Wenjie appeared behind Dong Xiaoyu in the blink of an eye.
He raised his right leg and stomped heavily on the back of Dong Xiaoyu's head. The sole of his foot flashed with the aura of several talismans!
“BOOW！”
The sand and rocks exploded, and the thick soil was violently crushed and piled up, forming a two-inch shallow pit.。
"He ran so fast!"
After an ear-piercing noise, the female ghost Dong Xiaoyu took the opportunity to escape.
Zhang Wenjie raised his right leg and saw the tens of talismans under his feet turn into ashes. He couldn't help but feel a pang of pain.
She had thought that she would get a bargain, but who knew that this female ghost would be so slippery that she would actually run away.
Zhang Wenjie, who had failed to steal the chicken but suffered a loss, stood helplessly on the spot. He took out a cigarette and lit it up, then followed the path back to the mortuary.
He walked into the mortuary unhurriedly and was about to make supper to fill his stomach. Who knew that before the water was poured into the pot, he heard a huge roar.
"F * ck! Why is it still jumping around!"
Zhang Wenjie threw down the water spoon and rushed to the morgue where the coffin of Grand Master Ren was placed.
They bumped into Lin Jiu, who was holding an oil lamp.
"Master!"
"You arrived first. Where did that sound come from?”Lin Jiu looked at his disciple, who had arrived a step earlier than him, and hurriedly asked.
"I'm sure it came from the morgue!”
Zhang Wenjie followed his master Lin Jiu into the morgue. The coffin that was parked in the room was fine, except for the faint gray smoke coming out of the coffin.
"Master, there's a 99% chance that Old Ghost Ren has turned into a corpse!”
Without Old Master Ren around, there was no need to be polite.
Zhang Wenjie pushed the coffin with his hand and put his ear close to the coffin to listen. He could clearly hear the sound of frying beans inside the coffin.
As for the so-called stir-fried beans, it was naturally the glutinous rice inside that played a role. It indirectly proved that the plot was too terrifying. No matter how old the ghost was covered in glutinous rice, he could still turn into a corpse.
"Wenjie, in my line of work, I accept money to help others eliminate disasters. As long as I do my job well, the rest will be up to fate!”
Even though he said that, Lin Jiu still carefully checked the ink lines around the coffin. After confirming that there were no problems, he took out a large pile of red rope soaked in cinnabar and tied the coffin.
"This is foolproof!"
Lin Jiu clapped her hands and took the oil lamp from Zhang Wenjie. She patted the coffin and nodded in satisfaction.
"Tomorrow morning, we will find a tomb. As long as we are buried, nothing will happen!”
"Master, why are you doing this?"
This time, Zhang Wenjie was worried. If he didn't settle such a big dumpling and buried it somewhere, wouldn't he be looking for death?
"The reason why we need to find a good cave is because once the corpse is buried, it will be worn down by Feng Shui. Together with the earth qi, it will slowly wear down the corpse qi on the corpse. As long as the ink thread is not broken, the thing inside will not be able to come into contact with the yang thing and will eventually turn into yellow soil!”
"I see. Disciple has learned!”
Zhang Wenjie turned around and ran back to his room. He pushed away Wencai, who was sleeping like a dead pig.
After pretending to rummage through the corpse, he took out the Demon-Trapping Lock from his bosom. Then, he returned to the morgue and tied the Demon-Trapping Lock on top of the cinnabar rope.
Lin Jiu didn't say anything when he saw this. Zhang Wenjie was able to take out this kind of thing, so it was probably left behind by the old Daoist for him to use for self-defense.
This was the effect that Zhang Wenjie wanted. Even the Demon Subduing Needle was used so casually in front of his master, Lin Jiu. He had to make sure that the Demon Binding Lock and the Demon Subduing Needle were given by the old man.
As for the Upper Yin Paper Binding Technique that he had just learned, Zhang Wenjie did not even mention it, nor did he practice it in front of anyone, deliberately forgetting about it!
At the very least, he had to wait until he entered Mao Mountain's talisman world. It was fine if he learned it, but the worst case scenario was that he would be discovered. Once he was discovered, he would have to join his master and be an in-name disciple for the rest of his life, commonly known as cannon fodder…
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