Uncle Nine: I, who practiced the real body training skills, hammered and exploded zombies

"So that's the case, but I've never heard of the name Liu Ruoling."

Uncle Jiu was not interested in the name, but in the things Wang Li encountered in the cave.

Because since the formation is arranged like this, it must be a formation, but he has never heard of this formation.

"It really makes you ignorant, master, don't you know?"

Wang Li didn't mean to be sarcastic, but he just didn't know Uncle Jiu, even such an advanced person didn't know.

"Although I don't know the formation, I probably know where the cave is."

As soon as Uncle Jiu opened his mouth, Daoist Jiale Simu and the others all came over.

"Where is it? How do you know?"

Jiale asked curiously.

"Yongmen Mountain!"

When he said this, it really surprised Jiale and the others.

"Yongmen Mountain? Isn't that the place we are going to now? Master, how can you be sure that there is Yongmen Mountain!"

Wang Li asked with wide eyes.

"Do you still remember when we went to Zhonghai Town, the innkeeper said that Mr. Feng Shui ordered thirty roast suckling pigs?"

As soon as Uncle Jiu said it, they remembered that there was indeed such a thing.

"Yes, I remembered. There are thirty sets of coffins in that cave, and there is a roast suckling pig on each coffin, which exactly corresponds to the thirty roast suckling pigs Mr. Feng Shui bought!"

Hearing Uncle Jiu's words, Wang Li suddenly realized.

"Then it seems that Ning'er has something to do with Mr. Feng Shui."

It's just that everyone was curious about when this Li Ning'er, who had been in Wang Li's body all along, was captured and turned into Liu Ruoling inexplicably.

"Let's not talk so much, when we arrive at Yongmen Mountain, all these mysteries will be solved!"

Wang Li believes that in Yongmen Mountain, there is the answer he wants to know.

Several people rested for a while, and finally set off again.

It's just that it was sunny at noon just now, but now the sun has receded and dark clouds are gradually gathering.

"The weather is ever-changing, so we must hurry up and find a place to shelter from the rain."

Needless to say Uncle Jiu, several people knew about it, so they had to hurry up and leave this unknown mountain.

At this moment, the sharp-eyed Wang Li noticed a group of people walking towards here.

"Master, look at the group of people in front who seem to be carrying something!"

When Wang Li said this, everyone took a closer look, and it was indeed a group of people. They seemed to be struggling to lift a relatively large object.

"That looks like a coffin?"

Quan Hexuan saw clearly in a daze, the shape was very much like a coffin.

"Could it be a funeral procession? Then we have to get out of the way quickly, so as not to get in trouble with others!"

Hearing that it was a funeral procession, Jia Le stood aside.

"No, that's not a funeral procession, that's a funeral procession."

Daoist Simu suddenly said such a sentence, almost a tongue twister, which completely stunned Wang Li and the others.

"Uncle, is there any difference between this funeral procession and the burial procession?"

Wang Li and Jia Le were very puzzled.

"Burial means that the living are buried after death, but this burial means digging out the coffin of the dead and re-burying it!"

The explanation of the four-eyed Taoist priest made them feel half-understood.

"Could it be that they dug out a zombie coffin?"

Only this condition can meet the burial team.

"Yes, because I saw an old acquaintance!"

Uncle Jiu suddenly smiled.

I saw the group of burial teams coming in front of them.

The leader is also a Taoist priest wearing a yellow robe, and the people behind him are wearing ordinary cloth clothes.

"Brother, you are really safe and sound!"

Uncle Jiu came forward and greeted the yellow-robed Taoist priest.

Surprised Wang Li and the others, how could Uncle Jiu know this person and call him Senior Brother?

"It's you, Junior Brother, I didn't expect us to meet here!"

The Taoist priest in yellow is also very happy.

"Why didn't you say hello when you came here!"

At this time, the Taoist priest with four eyes was talking leisurely beside him.

"Ah, I'm so sorry, Master, my disciple, the yellow-robed Taoist priest, has come to see the four-eyed Taoist priest!"

The Taoist priest in yellow was joking.

"Master? What's going on here?"

What the Taoist priest in yellow said completely confused Wang Li and the others.

Seeing the bewildered faces of several people, the three of them laughed and told them the whole story.

It turned out that the yellow-robed Taoist priest was the apprentice of the four-eyed Taoist priest at the beginning, and Uncle Jiu was the teacher-student of the four-eyed Taoist priest.

But because the Taoist priest in yellow robe has a relatively high level of Taoism, he is called a senior brother.

This circling relationship made Wang Li and the others feel a mess in their heads.

"Where are you going with this coffin?"

The four-eyed Taoist priest found that the coffin behind him was tied with ink thread, and there was a sun umbrella on it.

"Just now, I dug up this coffin on behalf of the master of the family, and now I want to bury it on this mountain, so as to get rid of Yin Qi!"

How many people understood what the yellow-robed Taoist said.

"Brother, I don't think there is any need to use a parasol now, and the sun should shine on the coffin, so as to kill the yin energy better!"

At this time, Uncle Jiu had already walked to the side of the coffin to observe.

"This seems to make sense, then listen to you, junior brother!"

The Taoist priest in yellow asked those people to take off the sun umbrella.

Although the sun is not very strong and there are dark clouds, at least there is a ray of sunlight shining on the coffin.

"Hey, Master, why is this coffin yellow?"

Wang Li also walked to the side of the coffin and found that it was yellow.

"It seems that your master didn't tell you the level of the coffin!"

The Taoist priest in yellow said with a smile.

He told Wang Li and the others that in ancient times, coffins were also graded, ordinary people used black ones, high officials in the court used brown red ones, and the yellow ones were generals, and the golden ones were naturally emperors.

"It turned out to be like this. It was the first time I saw a yellow coffin. I was really ignorant."

Wang Li looked back and forth beside the coffin very curiously, except for the different colors, there was no difference in other things.

"Okay, master and junior brother, let's not tell you, I have to hurry up and place this coffin on the mountain."

The yellow-robed Taoist seemed very anxious, and continued: "Just at the foot of the mountain in front, there is a small village. You can go to rest first, and I will come to you when I am done!"

What the yellow-robed Taoist said gave them hope. It was going to rain soon, and there was a place to stay temporarily.

"Okay, then don't bother, let's wait for you there first!"

Uncle Jiu said.

So they took Wang Li and the others to the small village, while the Taoist priest in yellow continued to walk up the mountain.

After bidding farewell to Priest Simu and the others, the yellow-robed Taoist led his troops and walked up the steep hill all the way.

After walking for about half an hour, we finally reached the mountain.

"Master Dao, are you going to bury the coffin here?"

asked a worker.