Super God: I, who cultivates immortality every day, join the chat group

Uncle Jiu’s dimension, outside Renjia Town.

A place with beautiful mountains and clear water, surrounded by green mountains and beautiful water, and pleasant scenery.

At the foot of a mountain, in a green field, there gathered a group of people dressed in clothes from the Republic of China era.

There are many tombstones around these people, and one of the tombs covers a very large area, standing out like a crane among chickens, attracting attention.

This tomb is the burial place of Old Master Ren from the wealthy Ren family.

A middle-aged man with a sleek face and a plump figure said to Uncle Jiu, who was wearing an apricot yellow Taoist robe, "The Feng Shui master said that this grave site is hard to find, and it's a good one."

Uncle Jiu nodded repeatedly and said with a smile:
"Yes, it is indeed a Feng Shui treasure land, a rare good grave. This grave is called the Dragonfly Touching Water Cave. The cave is thirty-four feet long, but only four feet can be used, so the coffin cannot be buried flat, only in a traditional way."

After saying this, Uncle Jiu's two disciples, Qiu Sheng and Wen Cai, looked puzzled.

Wencai subconsciously asked: "Master, what is a French funeral? Is it a French funeral?"

Uncle Jiu shook his head. Wencai, this disciple, was really adorably stupid and very inexperienced. He explained:
"What French funeral? The so-called French burial is actually burying in a vertical position. Master Ren, am I right?"

Master Ren showed admiration on his face and said, "Yes, that's great, Uncle Jiu. That's what the Feng Shui master said back then."

"If the ancestors were buried upright, the descendants would certainly hold them up. Finding a good cemetery is also to bless the descendants with continuous blessings and wealth through the knowledge of Feng Shui.

Master Ren, do you think this is right?" Uncle Jiu asked.

Master Ren thought Uncle Jiu was very accomplished, but he sighed:
"That's exactly what the old man thinks. Although my Ren family is still the richest in the area, our business in the past decade or so has not been as good as before. If we continue like this, I'm afraid our family will fall into decline and our wealth will be lost.

The Feng Shui master said that in twenty years, the old man’s grave will have to be moved because the Feng Shui of this place can no longer protect their family.”

That's why today, Mr. Ren asked Uncle Jiu to come and move the grave and find a good place to bury the old man.

"That shouldn't be the case. Logically speaking, a dragonfly touching the water hole is enough to make your descendants rich and worry-free for the rest of their lives."

Uncle Jiu looked at the grave carefully and soon found something wrong. "The so-called dragonfly touching the water hole means that the top of the grave should be covered with snow, but the top of your family's grave is all cement. Old man, this is a very bad omen. Will the Feng Shui master have a grudge against your family?"

Hearing this, Master Ren looked embarrassed, but for the sake of future wealth and honor, he still said, "Actually, this piece of land belongs to the Feng Shui master, Uncle Jiu. Back then, the old man saw that this piece of land was a good place for a cave, so he snatched it away for his own use. I guess he holds a grudge against me because of this."

Upon hearing this, Uncle Jiu showed an expression that indicated as expected.

"The Feng Shui master is kind enough to let you move the graves after 20 years. Otherwise, it won't be long before there is a bloody disaster in your family, and someone will die."

Uncle Jiu looked at Mr. Ren. In a sense, the Ren family deserved it as they relied on their power to rob other people's graves.

Mr. Ren's face turned pale. He didn't expect that the Feng Shui master had such a skill.

"Don't worry, the Feng Shui master has no intention of killing. The next step is to move the grave and open the coffin! Move Old Master Ren's coffin to another place, and everything will be fine." Uncle Jiu said with a smile.

"In that case, thank you very much, Uncle Jiu. After the matter is accomplished, I will definitely reward you handsomely." Master Ren said respectfully.

Their family believed in Feng Shui, so they respected Taoist priests like Uncle Jiu who understood Feng Shui and could even perform funeral ceremonies.

"No problem, it's my job."

Uncle Jiu then ordered his two apprentices and the servants of the Ren family to dig the grave and move the upright coffin out of the ground.

The moment Old Master Ren's coffin came out, the sky suddenly darkened, and crows and sparrows flew around and howled on the branches in the distance.

Uncle Jiu's relaxed expression suddenly turned serious. Crows and sparrows screamed in fear. This was a bad sign.

Sure enough, wisps of black smoke slowly overflowed from the seams of Old Master Ren’s coffin.

"Open the coffin." Uncle Jiu continued, his eyes fixed on the inside of the coffin.

Qiu Sheng and Wen Cai pried off the long nails on the surface of the coffin together and dragged the coffin lid to the side. Suddenly, a large amount of black silk came out, and inside lay a emaciated man wearing the official uniform of an old Qing Dynasty zombie. His whole body was sunken, his flesh and blood were dried, and he looked extremely ugly.

Seeing this scene, everyone looked grim.

Uncle Jiu said directly, "Master Ren, this is not a good sign. We can't move the grave. We have to cremate it."

"Cremation?" Mr. Ren was puzzled.

“It is said that a person lives with a breath, and when a person dies naturally, that breath will dissipate.

But some people die unwillingly, or have unfinished business, and they will hold on to this anger.

In addition, this place is a dragonfly-dipping-water hole, which has the power of Feng Shui. Over the years, the old man's body has undergone some transformation. Now that it has seen the light of day again, it may have transformed into a zombie.

Only cremation can stop it." Uncle Jiu explained patiently.

He saw that the body of Old Master Ren was almost complete in its transformation. It was filled with evil spirit and corpse qi all over the body. He was only one step away from turning into a zombie.

If the grave is not moved, there will be a murderous zombie in the town within half a month.

"No, my father was most afraid of fire when he was alive, so he cannot be cremated. Uncle Jiu, money is not a problem. You must preserve my father's body no matter what." Master Ren said seriously.

"..." Uncle Jiu was silent.

After all, they are the bodies of our ancestors, so it is understandable.

Well, actually, it’s no problem even if he turns into a zombie. Zombies are also divided into different levels. Zombies like Old Master Ren, who is about to transform, belong to the lowest level. As long as you stick talismans on the corpse and put an inkstone on the coffin, he can be dealt with.

"Okay, then you guys carry the coffin to my funeral home first. I need to perform some rituals at night to make sure everything is safe." Uncle Jiu agreed.

The charity cemetery is where coffins of the dead are placed in the nearby town. It is also Uncle Jiu’s base camp. All funeral ceremonies for the dead have to be dragged to his place.

"Okay." Master Ren agreed.

Immediately, Master Ren ordered the servants to carry the coffin to the charity cemetery.

Uncle Jiu asked his two apprentices to burn incense to the deceased at the nearby tombstones, because the relocation of Old Master's tomb at this time must have disturbed them, so they had to burn incense to comfort the deceased, which was a necessary etiquette.

The two apprentices did as they were told, not daring to delay.

But no matter how they burned the incense, it would eventually burn into two short and one long.

Uncle Jiu naturally noticed this scene and sighed:
"Ah, people are most afraid of three long and two short. And incense is most afraid of two short and one long. This strange phenomenon may mean something big is going to happen."

"Big deal? Could it be Mr. Ren's family?" Qiu Sheng reacted immediately.

"Nonsense, could it be us?"

Uncle Jiu glanced at his two useless apprentices and warned them, "This old man Ren is likely to turn into a zombie soon. Once he turns into a zombie, he will suck human blood to satisfy his hunger. The blood of his closest relatives is the most effective, which can greatly increase his strength and then evolve quickly. Master Ren and Miss Ren are the first targets to be attacked."

Zombies can absorb the evil and dirty energy of heaven and earth to practice.

But there is also a quick way, which is to suck blood. Why would he attack his descendants? That is because in a sense, his descendants are his lifeblood, and he is taking back the power he has left outside!
Master Ren and Ren Tingting are both descendants of Old Master Ren Wei. Ren Wei's blood essence exists in their blood. As long as Old Master Ren obtains this blood essence, he can evolve rapidly and his strength will improve by leaps and bounds. He can even fly and hide in the ground, and have an invulnerable body.

Late at night, Yizhuang.

Uncle Jiu is drawing talismans on yellow paper with chicken blood. The talismans have the ability to restrict the movements of zombies, but they are only effective against low-level zombies. Zombies that have developed intelligence are not afraid of the talismans on yellow paper.

Unless it was a talisman drawn by the Purple Robe Heavenly Master himself, Uncle Jiu’s cultivation is still shallow and cannot reach the Purple Robe’s level.

Qiu Sheng Wencai was using chicken blood ink to paint the ink fountain on Old Master Ren's new coffin.

Chicken blood has a great restraint on filthy creatures like zombies. Even the ink line can hurt zombies and deal enchanted damage. Uncle Jiu was concentrating on drawing the talisman paper. There were gusts of cold wind around him, but he just felt bored.

So, Uncle Jiu decided to start a live broadcast in the chat group to share his world with group members.

Ding, group member Uncle Jiu starts the chat group live broadcast function.

Ding, Ye Fan joins the live broadcast room!
Ding, Tony joins the live broadcast room!
Ding, Kyushu’s No. 1 Golden Elixir joins the live broadcast room!
Ding, Feng Baobao joins the live broadcast room!

Ding, Qian Renxue joins the live broadcast room!

Ding, the baby from Dahuang joins the live broadcast room!

Ding, Yuanshi Tianzun joins the live broadcast room!
...

Uncle Jiu didn't expect that so many group members would join his live broadcast room at once. He felt honored and very happy.

I am a newcomer who just joined the group and I am treated like this.

Especially among them is Yuanshi Tianzun, the ancestor of the Three Pure Ones!
Chat group.

Ye Fan: "Oh my god, Uncle Jiu, what's wrong with the style of your paintings? Why are there so many coffins and paper money for the dead?"

Qian Renxue: "It feels so cool!"

The First Golden Pill in Jiuzhou: "I've never seen anything like this before. This is too hellish."

Xu Yi: "Ye Fan, is it possible that there are no Maoshan Taoist priests on your Earth?"

Ye Fan: "Yes, it's catching ghosts and zombies! Is that what Uncle Jiu does?"

Uncle Jiu: "Ahem, in this Dharma Ending Age, I just want to make a living. My cultivation is still too shallow."

Iron Man: "Awesome, so those coffins are filled with dead people?"

Uncle Jiu: "Yes, they are all dead. Generally, the dead cannot find the way back to the underworld, so I will guide them to the underworld. Secondly, due to some special reasons, some dead bodies are still alive and can easily turn into zombies, so we can prepare in advance. Tonight, I have a corpse that is about to turn into a zombie, so don't be careless."

Old Taoist Priest: "Speaking of which, I and Uncle Jiu can be considered to be from the same sect."

Xu Yi: "Yes, Longhu Mountain is the ancestral home of the Zhengyi School of Taoism, also known as the Dragon and Tiger Sect, founded by Zhang Daoling in the Eastern Han Dynasty. Maoshan is the ancestral home of the Shangqing School, founded by the Three Mao Zhenjuns in the Eastern Jin Dynasty. In theory, both are Xuanmen inheritances."

Ye Fan: "Tsk tsk, the group leader's popular science is good. But then again, I haven't seen what zombies really look like. Uncle Jiu, I have an unwelcome request."

Ye Fan was quite curious. He had never encountered zombies in the Big Dipper star region and had only seen them in movies and TV dramas before.

Uncle Jiu: "This? Isn't it bad?"

Uncle Jiu was a little hesitant, mainly because he was not sure about dealing with the zombies, especially with his two apprentices here.

It would be fine if he was alone, as he could protect himself. But if he brought two burdens with him, the consequences would be disastrous.

Ye Fan: "Uncle Jiu, it's not a big problem. If there is any trouble, I will help you solve it. With my strength, it's easy to deal with zombies."

Xu Yi: "That's right. Ye Fan's ancient holy body is extremely strong and masculine. If these zombies really want to cause trouble, a drop of blood can burn them to death."

Old Taoist Priest: "Since the group leader said so, I also want to see the zombies in Uncle Jiu's world."

Iron Man: "I want to see it too. It's a good opportunity to compare it with the vampires we have here."

Kyushu's No. 1 Golden Pill: "Eat melon..."

Sun Wukong: "Hey, Uncle Jiu, don't be scared. I'm here to protect you, don't be afraid!"

Fighting Buddha Sun Wukong: "Interesting."

Sect Master Yun Yun: "So terrifying!"

Li Er: “!!”

Uncle Jiu: "Well, actually there's nothing interesting about zombies. Everyone is so interested in them, I can't spoil their fun."

Uncle Jiu stopped drawing the talismans and walked to the lobby of the charity cemetery.

Qiu Sheng and Wencai were playing with the ink fountain, but actually they were just slacking off. There were only a few strings, and after playing for a long time, there was still half left.

"Master." Qiu Sheng and Wencai said together.

"Okay, let's open the coffin first." Uncle Jiu did not scold his apprentice.

Young people are either unstable or lack experience.

"Master, how do we open the coffin? Didn't you say that Old Master Ren had turned into a corpse?" Qiu Sheng said in horror.

"It's not that easy to turn a corpse into a corpse. Unless it's a thundering day or an extremely gloomy day, both the right time and the right place are needed. Otherwise it's not that easy." Uncle Jiu said.

Hearing this, the two disciples felt much more relaxed.

Slowly pushing open the coffin lid, he saw that Old Master Ren was still lying there, but his face was getting darker and darker, and the black energy on his body was getting thicker.

Through Uncle Jiu's perspective, the group members saw the old zombies from the Qing Dynasty in this world.

Ye Fan: "It's too ugly, and it's the costumes of the Qing Dynasty. It's weird and strange."

Jiuzhou's No. 1 Golden Elixir: "It does look weird!"

Gao Yao: "Damn, an old zombie from the Qing Dynasty. Our movies and TV shows here are also of this type. So ugly."

Iron Man: "Uh..."

Old Heavenly Master: "As expected, it is just as expected!"

Sun Wukong: "Too ugly!"

Fighting Buddha Sun Wukong: "Zombies are beyond the Three Realms and not in the Five Elements. They are immortal and can swallow up the heavens and the earth. They are an ancient great power. This zombie is very different from a real zombie. Zombies are also a way of cultivation. If you achieve great success, you can ascend to become a zombie immortal and live as long as the sky! In my opinion, this zombie is too low-end, so I give it a bad review."

Uncle Jiu: "The Great Sage is right. It is not easy to transform from a human to a zombie, let alone to cultivate successfully, unless one is gifted or has a special bloodline."

Ye Fan: "Not bad."

Jiang Chen: "Uncle Jiu, do you want to take another look? I feel like the body in the coffin seems to be moving."

Uncle Nine: "???"

Suddenly, the cold and gloomy air in the night sky gathered in one place, a strong wind blew up, sand and stones flew, and yellow paper and paper money flew all over the sky.

Especially when suddenly the night sky was torn apart by a silver-white lightning, it was earth-shaking!

As if it was the horn of death, after the sound of lightning and thunder, the body of Old Master Ren, who had been dead for more than 20 years, suddenly sat up. His whole body was filled with black smoke, his corpse qi was swirling, and he spewed out fishy-smelling gas from his mouth as he greedily breathed in the breath of the human world.

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(End of this chapter)