He had to finish what he had started. He had to burn down the church and prevent the bats from leaving.
On the way back, Ah Wei, the security captain, changed his attitude from before. His attitude towards Lin Jiu was a compliment, and his subtle flattery made people feel relaxed and happy.
"What is this guy trying to do?”
Wen Cai muttered.
Qiu Sheng, who was chewing on foxtail grass, did not reply. Instead, he looked at the ruins of the church in the distance.
"Hey! What are you looking at?"
Wen Cai was a little impatient when he saw that no one was taking up the role. As he spoke, Qiu Sheng looked at the ruins.
" What's there to see?!"
"Those nuns are vampires. Why aren't they afraid of sunlight?”
"Yes! That's right, you even know how to lure…cough…you're trying to lure us into catching bats!”
Wen Cai immediately changed his words, afraid that his master would punish him by copying books again!
Wen Cai's question was probably only known to Zhang Wenjie. Zhang Wenjie held a cigarette in his mouth as he maintained the direction of the carriage. From the corner of his eye, he glanced at the church in the distance.
What an outstanding place. Even the vampires mutated when they came. It was just that this calamity was destined. If you meet me, you deserve to die without a complete corpse!
The carriage slowly returned to Ren Town. After leaving Captain Ah Wei behind, it continued to walk in the direction of the mortuary.
Zhang Wenjie specially bought a fan chicken in Ren Town. This kind of eunuch chicken had a lot of chicken meat and was not dry. It was very suitable for the autumn and winter!
In front of a square table, the hole in the clay pot on the charcoal stove was emitting hot steam, and the air was filled with the faint fragrance of medicinal herbs.
Ever since Zhang Wenjie was accepted as Lin Jiu's disciple, Lin Jiu's appetite had skyrocketed, and he had gained a lot of weight.
"Wen Cai Qiu Sheng, I'll leave the mortuary to you guys for now. Tomorrow, I'll bring Ah Jie back to the ancestral altar on Mao Mountain!”
Lin Jiu held the half-eaten chicken leg in his hand and pointed at Wen Caiqiu. After the incident at the church, Lin Jiu decided to bring Zhang Wenjie back to the Mao Mountain Ancestral Altar as soon as possible to complete the inscription.
The master and disciple title still needed the sect's approval. After all, if he didn't enter the book, Zhang Wenjie's talent would be wasted!
Thinking of Zhang Wenjie's talent, Lin Jiu's mind was filled with Shi Jian's face.
However, when he thought about how his successor would be able to sweep away his peers in the future and make him proud, Lin Jiu wished he could return to Mao Mountain right now!
Wen Cai and Qiu Sheng, who were pointed at by their master, didn't feel envious at all. They knew their limits. They were indeed not qualified.
More importantly, they felt that it was better to be an ordinary person than a Taoist priest. Moreover, if their junior brother was awesome, they were awesome. If their senior brother was in trouble, wouldn't they help him?
Zhang Wenjie didn't know what the two were thinking. If he knew what they were thinking, he would only roll his eyes. Where did their confidence come from?
Mount Laoshan in the north and Jurong in the south.
Gouqu Mountain, Dao Seeking Valley. This was the ancestral altar of Nan Mao Mountain.
"The South Cottage is also divided into White Grass and Black Grass. All the Dao numbers we are familiar with are the White Grass Art, and there is also a Black Grass Art that cuts off all six relatives.”
"However, the Black Grass Art was too dangerous and was banned by the third generation of Mao Mountain. Unfortunately, it was still stolen by the evil disciples and spread among the people.”
"In the future, you must be careful when you travel the martial world. If you are not completely confident, you must not make a move. However, once you make a move, you must cut off the weeds and eliminate the roots, especially those who want to close with Hei Mao!”
Lin Jiu held the smoking pot in her hand as she sat outside the carriage. She sniffed from time to time and used the spare time on the road to continuously tell Zhang Wenjie about all kinds of things she had seen and heard.
"Master, when I was strolling with my grandfather in the past, I saw some people who claimed to be the descendants of Mao Mountain in some rural areas. However, every time they performed their ritual, they would shout out urgently.”
"There are many descendants in South Mao, so they naturally left behind many connections. You should be talking about South Mao's Great Prestige Spirit Spell, right?”
…
The roads of this era were indeed dilapidated and muddy. They set off from Ren Town and walked south for half a month, but they still did not reach their destination.
However, the security was obviously different when they were about to enter the Dao Seeking Valley.
The reason why he felt different was that he saw traces of warlords in every city he passed.
It was fine if there was order, but chaos would really be a mess. It was true that Master Lin Jiu was black-bellied, but he would not do anything to kill the innocent.
Even if Zhang Wenjie wanted to burn those guys who were in his way, he had to restrain himself. He pulled out his pistol when he saw those who were in his way.
When the situation got tough, they could only fire a warning shot.
A true man of iron and blood, a black bear in troubled times. No matter how chaotic the world was, there would still be someone to hold it up. It was not his turn to care.
Perhaps luck had come, when he stepped into Dao Seeking Valley, Fei You was no longer the one who drew the blind box every month.
This time, Zhang Wenjie was blessed with luck and drew a serious cultivation technique called the Sun Divine Training Chapter.
This was a cultivation technique that focused on refining one's spiritual power and soul. It complemented the Yin Paper Technique on one's hand.
Talismans were simply engravings of essence, qi, and spirit onto specially made materials, and the power of talismans was engravings of essence, qi, and spirit.
Drawing talismans required mental energy and divine power, and the mental energy required for the Upper Yin Paper Binding Technique could be said to be massive!
As the name suggested, the technique was to control paper figurines. If one's cultivation increased, they could make paper figurines into real people.
Not to mention how big his imagination was, the things he folded were even more interesting…
Looking at the strange mountain gate not far away, Zhang Wenjie's depression could finally be relieved.
Regardless of whether it was the ones he had obtained previously or the ones he had drawn recently, Zhang Wenjie did not cultivate them.
In order to maintain a pure, pure foundation!
For the past year, he had been doing his daily standing stance and tempering his muscles and bones. The rest of the time, he had been cultivating the basic Body Tempering Scripture.
Even if he used the system to upgrade the Body-nurturing Scripture to the Body-nurturing Scripture, he would still be nourishing his body.
His master Lin Jiu was not weak, but he might not be good at judging people. Zhang Wenjie managed to fool him, but there must be many old ghosts in Mao Mountain.
If he ate more salt than him, it was very likely that he would see through Zhang Wenjie's hiding. Then, he would really be unable to explain himself!
Who knew if the top of her head would be smashed by her master's angry and angry palm. After all, she was Lin Fengjiao who cared about her face!
As they walked into the mountain gate, Zhang Wenjie's vision suddenly turned black. A figure appeared in front of the master and disciple.
Upon closer inspection, he realized that although the person in front of him had a head full of white hair, he gave off a feeling of vitality.
"Yo! If it isn't my good Martial Nephew Lin Fengjiao, I haven't seen you return to Mao Mountain's Ancestral Altar for more than ten years!”
Zhang Wenjie felt that it was harsh to hear, but to be able to call his master by his name, he was probably an elder.
Lin Jiu's mouth twitched. If it wasn't for the seniority, he really wanted to beat up the old fart in front of him!
However, he still had to be polite. Lin Jiu put his hands together." Greetings, Seventh Martial Uncle. It's been many years since we last met. You're still as humorous as ever!"”
"This is your disciple?"
The Daoist who Lin Jiu addressed as Seventh Uncle Master sized up Zhang Wenjie.
"Seventh Martial Uncle, this is my disciple, Zhang Wenjie!”
Lin Jiu turned his head and looked at Zhang Wenjie.
"Wenjie, we haven't met Seventh Great Uncle yet!”
Zhang Wenjie cupped his hands and bowed to greet the Daoist in front of him.
"Greetings, Seventh Great Uncle!"
"Not bad, you have the cultivation of a warlock at this age. You are also one step away from becoming a human teacher. You are stronger than your master! Back then, your master…"
After the Seventh Senior Granduncle touched Zhang Wenjie's bones, he praised him greatly and didn't forget to bring up Lin Jiu's shameful past.
" Cough cough!"
" Cough cough!!"
When he heard Seventh Uncle mentioning the past again, Lin Jiu hurriedly coughed and interrupted him!
"Uncle-Master is right. Fengjiao will definitely practice more and not let Uncle-Master down!”
Endure what others couldn't endure, and seniority suppressed others. Lin Jiu had originally wanted to show off, so he put it away.
If his Uncle-Master knew that his disciple had relied on the Body-Cultivating Scripture to enter the Dao, he would make a joke out of himself for wetting his bed!
The Seventh Great Uncle and Master walked in front and chatted. Zhang Wenjie followed behind and sized up the surrounding environment.
"Master, have we arrived at the Mao Mountain Ancestral Altar? Why did it feel like there was no one here, not even an animal!”
Under the Heaven's Eye, Zhang Wenjie had already seen the yellow mountain peak emitting a strong corpse aura in the distance. Moreover, it was blocked by some Dao spell block.
"The other disciples are on the other side of the mountain. On this side, it's us, the group of old geezers. We're waiting for our deaths to take care of the door. Occasionally, we'll see you guys come back and bring some fun to our boring life!”
The Seventh Great Uncle answered Zhang Wenjie's question on behalf of Lin Jiu. He pointed at a yellow hill not far away and smiled.
"Didn't your master tell you about the corpse raising in Mao Mountain?”
Seeing Lin Jiu's unnatural expression, the Seventh Great Uncle's face immediately lit up with joy. He was the kind of chatterbox who had found a topic to talk about.
He took a step back and put his hand on Zhang Wenjie's shoulder. He pointed at the top of the yellow mountain." There's not even a rat, let alone an animal, let alone a mosquito!”
"We old fogeys have nothing to do, so we have to find some fun. That place is a good place to raise corpses. It's very suitable for refining Golden Armored Corpses and Silver Armored Corpses!”
Can you refine corpses on Mao Mountain?
Listening to how Seventh Senior Granduncle refined corpses like buying vegetables in the market, he knew that this was a common occurrence, and it was even more likely that it had always existed.
"Master, I thought that there were only corpse herders. I didn't expect there to be refined corpses. Why didn't you mention this to us?”
Zhang Wenjie had a sullen expression. If he knew that there were refined corpses in Mao Mountain, he would not have been so smug about the Nine Yin Corpse Divine Technique.
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