When his master mentioned that the blind man was called Zhe Gushao, Zhang Wenjie frowned.
Then, he relaxed his brows. This world really existed!
With Zombie Taoist Master Lin Jiu, why couldn't there be those who fought back?
Moreover, if there were those existences, wouldn't his path to immortality be even more secure?
Zhang Wenjie pretended to be listening attentively, but in reality, he was trying his best to recall the plot of the fight.
Zhang Wenjie had a pile of cigarette butts beside him. He originally thought that it was just a storm, but who knew that the rain would get heavier.
Looking at the last cigarette in his hand, Zhang Wenjie lit it reluctantly.
Before he could spit it out, he felt a cold surge from the outside.
Lin Jiu, who was resting with his eyes closed, opened his eyes instantly and looked at the door of the Mountain God Temple.
"Master, something is wrong!"
Zhang Wenjie said softly.
"Something is coming!"
Zhang Wenjie took out a handful of Demon Subduing Needles, but his eyes were fixed on the group of local masters.
If anything happened, Zhang Wenjie would first kill these local masters in front of him.
Suddenly, the coldness disappeared. This made Zhang Wenjie feel puzzled and he couldn't help but look at his master.
"Did he know that Master was here and retreat?”
Zhang Wenjie glanced at the unknown statue in the Mountain God Temple and started to flatter his master.
"You're worth teaching!"
Of course, Lin Jiu saw his disciple's small movements and gladly accepted Zhang Wenjie's calligraphy.
The rain didn't stop until dawn.
Zhang Wenjie followed his master out of the Mountain God Temple and left immediately after getting on the carriage. He would definitely not say another word to this group of bumpkins!
As the saying went, good words could not persuade a suicidal ghost, let alone a group of fugitives.
If he said a few more words, it might cause more trouble. Whether he died or not had nothing to do with them!
The rest of the journey was carefree. The carriage swayed back to the mortuary, but…
"Why do I feel strange? I can't feel anything wrong at the moment!”
After Zhang Wenjie finished speaking, Qiu Shengwen and Cai Wencai slowly walked out with the clay pot and stool, chatting and laughing.
When Wen Cai saw the master standing at the door, he immediately looked at the clay pot in his hand and then elbowed Qiu Sheng.
"Master, I had a feeling that you would be back today. Qiusheng and I specially prepared delicious food for you to nourish your body!”
"Cut the crap. Let me ask you, why is there a wooden house next to the courtyard?”
From the smell of the clay pot, one could tell that it was fragrant meat that nourished yin and blood. However, business was more important. He pushed open the wooden door and pointed at a row of clay dolls on the wooden frame.
"Master, just as you left, Sugarcane Aunt came over from Moon Town. She said that she had something important to do and had to go on a long journey, so she temporarily left her spiritual infant with us.”
"Hmph, who told you to make your own decisions!”
Lin Jiu thought of the Sugarcane Lady's ugly expression.
"Sugarcane Aunt said that Master is not young. She invested in building a wooden house and said that when he gets older, he will be taken care of!”
Qiu Sheng's sudden interruption made Zhang Wenjie feel that this sugar cane girl, whom he had never met before, must be drooling over Master's old cured meat. Was this considered sticking to the bed?
Lin Jiu kept shaking his head when he heard that. Fortunately, they missed each other. Otherwise…
He turned around and sat down at a small table in the courtyard.
"Hurry up and serve the dishes. The master is starving to death!”
…
A few months later, Zhang Wenjie learned to slack off. Looking at the withered leaves in the yard, he thought of roasting sweet potatoes.
After entering Maoshan and obtaining the complete version of the Shangqing Divine Thunder Curse, Zhang Wenjie no longer needed to hide it.
However, he realized that there was no suitable place to cultivate it because he needed to be struck by lightning to cultivate the Shangqing Divine Thunder Curse.
This mortuary was not a natural place, where would there be lightning?
Fortunately, for Zhang Wenjie, who had a cheat, he could cheat if he lacked natural conditions, but the morality points required to cheat were still zero.
The recent period of time could only be described as calm and peaceful. Not a single person had died.
Other than his master who was too busy to move the grave and look at the feng shui, Zhang Wenjie, who was his disciple, became an existence who ate and produced feces.
After all, there weren't even any decent ghosts…
After another full meal, Zhang Wenjie lay on the bench and smoked a cigarette.
He closed his eyes and felt the breeze blowing, feeling a little sleepy.
When Zhang Wenjie closed his eyes and fell asleep, he had a dream. In the dream, a woman with disheveled hair was lying on the ground and constantly banging her head on the ground.
He kept repeating the words 'Seven Head Village'.
…Help…
Save me…
When Zhang Wenjie woke up, the sun had already set. Cultivators would never dream for no reason after entering the Dao.
Hearing the door open and the sound of cooking coming from the kitchen, Zhang Wenjie temporarily stopped guessing.
At the dining table, Zhang Wenjie watched as his master counted the money he had earned from Feng Shui.
After thinking for a while, he told her about the sudden dream.
Lin Jiu, who was counting the money, was stunned when he heard Zhang Wenjie's words. Then, he looked up and sized him up.
"Brat, are you hiding something from Master?”
"I knew it. Master, Junior Brother must have been possessed by a ghost. It must be a flirtatious ghost!”
Wen Cai picked up a piece of chicken drumstick and stuffed it into his mouth, a wretched expression on his face.
"Eh? Hide what?"
Zhang Wenjie was confused.
"Hmph, cultivators never dream after entering the Dao, unless there's only one possibility left!”
"That is, cultivators are born with Yin Yang Eyes, so it's not surprising that the female ghost entered the dream!”
"You didn't ask about this master!"
If it was a misunderstanding, then so be it. At the very least, it could cover up the problem with his innate skill.
"Hmph, you brat!"
Seeing Zhang Wenjie admit it, Lin Jiu smiled instead of getting angry. He was born with Yin Yang Eyes, and it was hard to find such a successor!
"However, it's not a small matter for a female ghost to ask for help in a dream. What did you say the village was called?”
"Seven Head Village!"
"Seven Heads Village is outside Ren Family Town, sandwiched between Heaven Town and Moon Town.”
Lin Jiu naturally knew the surrounding villages like the back of his hand.
"Don't think about it. I'll go with you later. This kind of thing isn't all bad!”
Zhang Wenjie had originally planned to head to Seven Head Village alone after dinner. Now that he heard that his master was going with him, it was even better.
The older the ginger, the spicier!
"Master, is there anything good in this situation?”
However, it was still necessary to be a studious disciple.
"The secrets of heaven cannot be revealed!"
Master Lin Jiu looked up at the sky mysteriously and said calmly. His hands did not stop moving, and the last piece of meat on the table fell into his bowl.
Wen Cai looked at the empty chopsticks and wanted to cry.
"Wencai, you stay here and look after the house. I'll bring your junior brother to the Seven Head Village!”
Ever since Zhang Wenjie plundered 30% of the profits from Captain Ah Wei, he had switched from walking to horse carriages.
The carriage swayed for two hours before arriving at the Seven Heads Village built by the river. It was a small village with only a few dozen households.
"Old man, is your village chief here?”
Lin Jiu raised her hand to stop Zhang Wenjie. She jumped off the carriage and walked to the side of the old man fishing by the river.
"Turn left at the end of this road and it's the first house!”
The old man who was fishing stared at the floating wooden fish tag and responded casually without turning his head.
"The most important thing to come out and travel the martial world is to have a reputation. With a reputation, you can avoid a lot of trouble!”
Master was right!
This was because when the village chief saw Ninth Uncle, who had profound cultivation, he had a flattering expression on his face that could not be faked.
"Ninth Uncle, what brings you to a small place like ours?”
"Or is there something unclean about our village?”
The village chief's surname was Li. He had studied in a private school for a few years and was considered the most cultured person in the village.
Naturally, he knew that the famous Taoist Master Lin must have something important to say.
"Did something happen in your village recently? The deceased is a young woman!”
"Aiya! Ninth Uncle was really a god. Old Zhu's wife at the end of the village had just died last night!”
The village chief's face turned pale as soon as he finished speaking. Ninth Uncle had come to ask this for no reason. Didn't that mean that Old Zhu's daughter-in-law had turned into a corpse?!!
"Ninth…Ninth Uncle, you must save our Seven Head Village!”
After saying that, Village Chief Li quickly took out two large coins from his pocket and grabbed his master Lin Jiu's hand, wanting to stuff it into his hand.
"Sigh! Don't worry, Village Chief Li!”
As the village chief, how could he not understand that he was paid to do things for others? As long as Ninth Uncle was paid, there was nothing to be afraid of!
Zhang Wenjie didn't say anything. His master lacked gold in the five elements, so he was very close to money.
Besides, if you don't take money, others will trust you to work hard!
"Ninth Uncle, there's no time to lose. I'll take you to Old Zhu's house!”
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