Uncle Jiu: The true story of Maoshan spreads across the heavens

In fact, Lin Hao didn't have any expectations that Huang Ah Qi could find his father's zombie.

Just in case, if possible, do it during the day so that he can go back early.

Besides, if the zombies are eliminated one day earlier, the harm will be reduced one day.

When Huang Aqi left, the hostess of the house, Huang Liu, stood up and greeted Lin Hao: "Taoist Master! Have you eaten?"

After hearing what the old woman said, Lin Hao remembered that he hadn't eaten breakfast yet, and his stomach started growling at this time. If he hadn't practiced martial arts and followed the path of physical cultivation, he would have been hungry for three to five days without feeling any discomfort.

It’s not impossible not to eat. It mainly delays your cultivation. If you don’t eat, you will consume your own energy.

And since he has taken the path of martial arts, he has a great need for blood food. Just like ordinary people, he also needs three meals a day, and he has meat every meal. Of course, it is okay to go without eating for more than ten days, but now that he is practicing With such a difficult situation, Lin Hao would naturally not be stupid enough to consume his own energy every day. He still had to replenish the food he should eat.

When the old woman heard Lin Hao's stomach growling, she immediately understood and hurriedly ordered her daughter-in-law to make something to eat.

"Alian, go and make a bowl of noodles for the Taoist priest."

Lin Hao didn't stop him when he saw this. After all, he was still used to eating three meals a day.

"That's troublesome." Lin Hao thanked him.

I just kept to myself and looked around the room for some suspicious things.

After all, no one can say whether the black cat is man-made or just a coincidence.

In his previous life, his uncle threw a black cat onto someone else's coffin. The old lady in the coffin sat up and scared the Taoist priest away. Later, he invited his grandfather to come over and perform rituals.

Later, his grandfather found out and hung his uncle up and beat him severely.

"Who in your village fed the black cat?" Lin Hao asked the old woman beside him.

The old woman thought for a while, frowned and said, "I've never heard of anyone raising black cats!"

No black cat?

"strangeness?"

"Taoist Priest! How about I ask Ping'er to ask." The old woman was talking about her daughter.

"No need." Lin Hao shook his head. There were hundreds of households in the village. Who knew if any of them fed black cats.

Even if there is no one to feed the cat in the village, there is no guarantee that a stray cat will pop up somewhere and run over to this house when it sees that there is food.

After all, there will be a funeral banquet when there is a funeral, and it is normal for all the cats and dogs in the village to come over.

Until three or four o'clock in the afternoon, Huang Ah Qi could not find his father's shadow, so Lin Hao did not let him continue looking.

If you keep looking, you may be in danger.

Once this zombie sucks the blood of a loved one, its strength will greatly increase. Lin Hao doesn't want to cause trouble for himself.

Finally, Lin Hao asked Huang Aqi to find three roosters and a fishing net.

"Taoist Master! Everything has been found." Huang Aqi came to Lin Hao and said.

"Well! I see."

Then Lin Hao took out a piece of cinnabar stone from his treasure bag (yellow cloth bag) and began to grind it into powder.

Then he said to Huang Aqi: "Go and kill all the roosters, get a bowl of chicken blood, pour the remaining chicken blood into the basin, soak the fish net in it, and then go to the village to find some boys to urinate in the basin." Pee until just below the fishing net."

"Ah! Oh! Okay!" Huang Ah Qi was obviously taken aback when he heard this, but he still followed the instructions.

"Brother Taoist! Are you planning to build a Chicken Blood Network?" Taoist Yang next to him asked Lin Hao curiously.

This guy came here in the afternoon. Because his disciple was bitten to death by a zombie, he took his disciple back first and burned it himself in front of his disciple's relatives.

He also compensated the disciple's family for the money from this ritual, and he also gained ten oceans.

That is to say, he didn't make any money from this ritual, but lost ten oceans of money. The saddest thing is that he also lost one of his disciples.

Afterwards, Daochang Yang took care of the zombie's scratches, bruises and bruises, and rushed over without stopping.

This Taoist Master Yang is called Yang Bubu. His ancestors have been Taoist priests for three generations. However, due to the mysterious disappearance of his father twenty years ago, many secret techniques passed down orally have been lost. There is also a lack of guidance from teachers. As a result, this Yang Bu is a man in his fifties and sixties. , and his strength is only at the sixth level of Body Tempering.

Coupled with old age and frailty, his strength may not be as good as Qiu Sheng's, so he is somewhat powerless when dealing with zombies.

"Yes! Just in case, make a net to prevent zombies from escaping." Lin Hao replied.

Because it was already afternoon, there was no dew for him to use, and there was no rain, so the rootless water was gone and had to be replaced by child urine.

"Is there anything I can do for you?" Yang Dang asked from the side.

"Oh! It's true. Brother Taoist, help me pour this cinnabar into a basin and mix it evenly." Lin Hao handed a plate of ground cinnabar to Yang Bubu.

And he continued to grind the cinnabar stone in his hand. Later he would draw some talismans to ward off evil spirits and distribute them to every household. Otherwise, zombies would cause trouble and bite a few people to death, and the trouble would be big.

The most important thing is that he can't stand the smell of urine. Since there is free labor available, why not do it?

Soon, Huang Ahqi walked in with a bowl of hot chicken blood: "Taoist Master! The chicken blood you asked for is here."

After receiving the chicken blood, Lin Hao said to Huang Aqi: "Go to the village and ask the villagers to spread glutinous rice in front of and around the house.

Also~ tell them that if they encounter zombies, tell them to hold their breath, set off a firecracker and then light a bonfire. If I hear any movement, I will rush over to support them in time. "

Before Huang Ah Qi left, Lin Hao did not forget to give a warning.

After all, the village is so big, and he doesn't know where the zombies enter the village. Although the zombie's relatives are still alive, it will definitely come to suck the blood of its relatives first, but if it doesn't act according to common sense, it will suck the blood all the way back. , that would be big trouble.

Not to mention that the strength of the zombies will be greatly increased, but if a few zombies appear, Lin Hao will be in trouble.

Although it was the first time for Lin Hao to go out alone to do business, Lin Hao had been following his master Jiu Shu for these years, so he was quite knowledgeable.

Naturally knowing how to deal with it is the best way.

In Huang Ah Qi's yard, Yang Buang was directing his two apprentices to stir a fishing net next to a large wooden basin!

"Master! How can we listen to a young boy!"

One of Yang Bubu's disciples was full of complaints, his face was worried, and his eyebrows were almost knitted together. He was holding a wooden stick in one hand, covering his mouth and nose with the other hand, and was vigorously stirring the fishing net in the basin.

Obviously, what he just said was exactly what he said.

"Yes, Master! That young boy is not as strong as you at first glance, and the smell is really bad!"

At this time, Yang Bu's other disciple also complained.

And he was directing a group of little kids to pee in the wooden basin, because the blood had to be stirred constantly, otherwise it would form blood clots when it cooled down. So of the two disciples, one was stirring the fishing net, and the other was Pulling the children one by one, they peed into the wooden basin.

The steam mixed with the hot urine and the bloody smell of chicken blood kept rising upwards and penetrated into their mouths and noses, making them feel sick and vomiting.

"Why are there so many complaints? Do your thing." Yang Dangbu couldn't help but reprimanded.

He knows his own affairs, and although he is a Taoist priest taught by his family, compared to the core disciples of Maoshan Genzheng Miaohong, he naturally does not think that he is better than others.

Although Lin Hao is still a young man under twenty, his cultivation level is much higher than him.

In this regard, from Lin Hao's inadvertent aura, he could clearly feel that Lin Hao was not comparable to him.