God-level Selection System

Chapter 49 The Practice of Opening the Altar

Generally, a cultivator with a little bit of conscience will not do such things that are devoid of conscience and damage their own morality.

And Jiu Shu didn't even think about this place before, so he ignored many details.

After Ye Chen reminded him, he frowned and said: "This is a pattern of \'Dragonfly Dotting***', to raise a zombie, and then use the blood of relatives to enhance the strength of this zombie, which can evolve in the shortest time. A flying zombie...what a crime!"

Speaking of the end, there is already anger...

Obviously, the unfamiliar Feng Shui Mr. Feng Shui has deeply angered the Jiu Shu by such a hasty behavior.

"Uncle Nine, can this tomb still be used?"

Just as the two brothers were discussing what Feng Shui had done, Master Ren stopped sad and spoke.

Looking at the old man in the coffin, Uncle Nine frowned and shook his head: "Dragonfly touches the water, little by little, it will definitely not be in the same position, this hole has been abandoned!"

"then what should we do?"

"I propose... cremation on the spot!"

"Cremation? No way!"

Master Ren shook his head and said with a firm face: "The most feared thing in my father's life was fire. I can't do this."

after that……

No matter what Jiu Shu's persuasion, Master Ren did not agree to cremation alive and dead, and his attitude was extremely resolute. If you cremated me, I would make you look good.

"Hey."

Uncle Nine frowned, his face a little ugly.

He also knew that many people opposed cremation.

What's more, now Master Ren is still his employer, and everything can only be done according to the other's wishes.

As for Ye Chen, he rolled his eyes anger, and silently sentenced Master Ren to death...

Everything that should be persuaded has been persuaded, but some people just want to run into the ghost gate.

Then can he stop others?

There is a saying that it is especially good to suffer from evil, and you cannot live by committing evil!

Originally, it was Master Ren who took the arrogance and bought this piece of feng shui treasure from the hands of the Feng Shui master abruptly to plant such a bane. Now it is even more stubborn and really seeking his own death.

And Jiu Shu, also lost his temper by Master Ren's stubbornness.

"Hey... In that case, let the old man's body be placed in our Yizhuang for the time being, and until tomorrow, I will find another cemetery for the old man to let him rest in peace."

"Okay, close the coffin lid and carry it to Yizhuang."

As soon as the voice fell, Mr. Ren's nephew, Ah Wei, immediately commanded a servant to cover the coffin.

Seeing this scene, Master Ren also took his daughter and left the top of the mountain.

Seeing everyone leaving, Jiu Shu also sighed slightly, turned his head to look at Wencai and Qiusheng, and exhorted: "You two, remember to light a plum blossom circle before this tomb. After burning, remember to come back and tell me."

After speaking, as if thinking of something, he exhorted: "Remember, every grave must be incense!"

"Yes, Master."

As for Ye Chen, he went back to Yizhuang with Jiu Shu, and wanted to see if he could find a way to solve it. It is best to follow the clues and find this Feng Shui master...

Since the other party has said that it has been 20 years, it will definitely be a good time to return to Renjia Town and adopt the zombies raised here.

…………

"It's not good, Master!"

But seeing Wencai and Qiusheng, they both ran back to Yizhuang in a panic, holding a handful of unburned incense in their hands.

It happens to be long in the middle and short on both sides...

"Hey!"

In the hall of Yizhuang, the Jiu Shu, who was guarding the coffin of the old man, took the three incenses from Qiusheng. His complexion suddenly became a lot ugly. He shook his head and said: "People, I am most afraid of three long and two short. Long! It just happened to be burnt like this... this incense is in the house, there must be someone lost!"

"Master, doesn't that mean that Master Ren's family will suffer a **** disaster?" Qiu Sheng asked curiously.

"Otherwise, is it us?"

After giving Qiu Sheng an angry look, Jiu Shu felt a little dissatisfied.

Even such a simple thing can't be seen, these two apprentices have been with him for almost ten years, it is simply... hopeless!

Fortunately, with the existence of Ye Chen's innate Dao body, their line is not hopeless.

"Let's take a look at the corpse of Old Lady Ren first..."

During the day, Uncle Jiu inferred from Ye Chen's mouth that Mr. Feng Shui must have done something to the corpse. At this moment, he was more sure of this guess.

"Come on, open the coffin."

"Wow—"

The heavy coffin board was pushed aside, and Wen Cai immediately screamed.

In the moonlight, Mrs. Ren's dry face looked gloomy.

The most important thing is the palms of the hands, the nails are several feet long, and the dark brilliance glows on them.

"Close it!"

Upon seeing this scene, Uncle Jiu's expression was stern, and he said solemnly: "Prepare paper, pen and ink."

"what is it?"

Hearing this, Qiusheng and Wencai were both taken aback and turned to look at Jiu Shu.

"You two, I'm really mad at me!"

When the latter saw this, some people who hated iron and steel knocked on the heads of the two of them, and sighed: "Junior Brother, come on!"

"it is good."

After taking a deep look at Qiusheng and Wencai, Ye Chen spoke and said quietly: "The so-called paper and ink swords are yellow paper, red ink, black ink, kitchen knives, and wooden swords... Everything you need is indispensable!"

Don't say it was Uncle Jiu, even Ye Chen didn't know how to evaluate these two cheap nephews.

I haven't eaten pork, and I've seen pigs run anyway.

On weekdays, Uncle Jiu helped the folks in the village, went around to subdue demons and demons, open the altar, not ten times, but nine times, I have already remembered it...

Do these two people pretend to be Yoneda in their heads?

At this moment, Ye Chen really wanted to say something to the two of them. If they don't use their brains, they can donate to those in need.

But looking at Jiu Shu's face, he still did not speak.

After all, Jiu Shu is not thin to him, and all kinds of cultivation knowledge are almost given to each other, so he should take into account the other's face.

"Hurry up and prepare!"

Following the words of Uncle Jiu, everyone began to prepare various materials for the practice. After everything was ready, the practice began.

I saw Jiushu with a solemn expression, plausible words, and walking with a strange rhythm under his feet with the Big Dipper step.

Then he picked up the rooster in one hand and scratched the chicken neck with a stroke of a kitchen knife in his hand.

"Puff--"

The blood splashed and fell into the porcelain bowl that had been prepared on the table.

After all this was done, I saw Jiu Shu's palms, and his hands were formed with dharma seals, and they were pointed into swords. They were inserted into the bowl full of glutinous rice and stirred.

Then, on Jiu Shu's finger, there was an extra grain of glutinous rice.

"drink!"

I saw the glutinous rice lightly touched on the candle, and suddenly a flame more than a foot high was thrown into a bowl full of chicken blood by Uncle Jiu.

"boom--!"

Accompanied by a soft sound.

Without any combustibles in the entire bowl, a flame a few feet long suddenly burst out!