Zombie: I made the immortal uncle Jiu by making clay figures

On the bright side.

"Captain Cao, the weather is really nice today. I have to leave early. I'm worried about what accidents might happen. It would be troublesome if people in the town were killed," Luochuan warned.

I don't want to talk to Mama.

I’ll tell you all the old shit.

Don't do anything shameless.

"Luochuan, are you talking?" Mom shouted from behind.

Luochuan smiled awkwardly.

Empire, what are you practicing?

Wealth, marriage, law, land.

Without mysterious means, hiding in the clouds is like looking at flowers in the fog. How can you spread a good reputation?

They happily climbed up Taohua Mountain to ask for talismans from the wealthy families.

Luochuan takes the high-end route, but it is different from them.

How can a Taoist priest in the world be admired?

Perhaps, there are high-level players in the world who have become beggars, but the probability is too small.

In the past, the Qin Emperor lived a long life, the Nine Taoist Temples were completed, and Xu Dufu crossed the Penglai Pass. Without cards, there would be no magic.

How to gain the support of Qin Huang’s national strength?

Gather fame and spread wealth.

eternal life.

It is the right path. How can you become a monk if you want to be a parent by yourself in everything?

Mom is very angry.

"Master, why is Uncle Xiao respected everywhere, but you have fallen to this point?" Ah Qiang was curious.

"Man, I don't know the way. He is playing tricks and is on the wrong track. Don't follow him on the tightrope. If you are not careful, you will fall into the abyss." He looked embarrassed.

I am also a disciple of Maoshan. Why is Xu Bu Si so popular?

Come on, card face! .

Chapter 186: Money makes the world go round (Please add it to your collection)

Among the many masters and disciples of Maoshan, none is more exaggerated than you.

On the south side of the Yangtze River.

Luochuan's body is wrapped in many mysterious colors.

Taohuawu, the land of immortals.

Abandoning a home is a waste of money.

Helping thousands of poor people.

One thing after another, I am confused.

If you say you have money, why do you spend so much money?

Countless living people.

I have no idea!

Now, it seems that all of the distant relatives here may have their bloodline cut off.

As the old saying goes: Unfilial behavior is threefold, but having no successor is the greatest.

In every generation, it is the men who must inherit the family business, and not the women. However, this generation seems to have problems with the Feng Shui of every family.

Either they were transformed into zombies, or they entered the game by force. There are probably excellent people behind all of this.

Luochuan just hasn't thought of the key to the Feng Shui situation yet.

"Master Xu, is there any solution?" What a melancholy old face.

For this generation, their family roots seem to have been cut off.

In addition to the Ren family's room, other pulse gates seem to be in the same predicament, as if they are caught in a vicious circle.

"There's no other way, but please be careful. Now that Brother Qiong is here, everything will fall into place naturally." Luochuan used the delaying tactic.

This is the first time I have encountered a magic five-element, yellow-letter, sunny and fearless music zombie. In his memory, only a corpse god who transcends life and death can possess such incredible power.

Heaven and earth are powerless!

Among the five elements, apart from the restrictions of the six great officials in the circle of karma, the underworld cannot kill him. This is also the realm he pursues.

However, the music zombies are obviously not just that, they are more of mutations caused by the injection of western medicine.

Even if there is danger, it won't last long!

The shortcut is not that simple, otherwise, I guarantee that Changsheng would also want to try Western medicine injections to speed up the development of his doppelganger.

But afterwards, I kept the doubt deep in my heart.

"Dad, you asked my three friends to go out." Mingzhu said happily, holding Mr. Ren's arm coquettishly.

‘Nonsense?’ Always angry.

It was a matter of life and death for his family. He didn't know the three people tied up outside.

"Mr. Ren, Mo You, the three people outside are the poor Taoist and my ugly brother, as well as the two nephews. We don't intend to create such a situation. Give the poor three days to calm the town down. 'I guarantee that Luochuan has a ticket.

"So, what are you talking about? If you are a monk, you can't give us peace. Be careful, our captain's crooked hands are blind." The sergeant rushed over, loyal to his cousin Ren, and squinted at Zhu.

Love cannot be expressed in words!

Luochuan felt like vomiting.

Judging from your expression, the girl took three steps back in fear. Well, her face turned pale, her body was hollowed out, and her energy was long gone.

On the shoulders, the two patches of Yang Fire showed signs of extinction.

Too much love!

Please don't show off your strength here.

This is fake!

“Since Taoist Xu said so, it is difficult for me to refuse. It’s only three days. If Taoist Xu Can doesn’t give me a satisfactory explanation, you should know the result. Of course, after Taoist Xu solves it as promised, the old man will go to Taohua Mountain to fulfill his promise of three thousand taels of silver.” He walked out of the county government with a cane.

Mamamadi and his two apprentices were released.

The mother's face was gloomy.

Cao Chang also had a look of bad luck on his face. His uncle had lost his family again. These little Qianqian would be his cousin Zhu's dowry in the future.

"The defeated." The sergeant sighed to himself.

"Master Xu, I studied modern Western learning, right? I believe there are strange creatures, zombies, and tricks that want to play with you. If you can't solve it in three days, please eat the bullet.

"Speak, speak."

Luochuan watched them leave.

Ma looked at Luochuan with a gloomy face. He was also mixed in the Maoshan Taoist sect. Why is there such a big gap between people?

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He worked hard, got up early and went to bed late, but he only earned ten silver coins. He walked many miles before he found his father.

On the other hand, Luochuan said eloquently that only three thousand taels of silver were needed.

The mood is a little unbalanced.

“Luochuan, do you still remember my Maoshan precepts? Aren’t you obsessed with money?” Ma asked angrily.

Although he is obsessed with money, he knows the money he can get and the money he cannot get.

"Does Maoshan have such a rule?" Luochuan looked at Ma who was a little angry.

Others were a little inappropriate, but he insisted on sticking to the boundaries of Maoshan and refused to cross the line. Even the late Shi Jian was no exception.

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Gentlemen love fortune, in a proper way!

Maoshan’s words and the value of the soul.

"I can't believe it, Xu Bu Si, don't be reckless just because you can't win, brother." Mom slammed the table angrily.

The painted mahogany table fell three-quarters in his palm.

Three points of strength.

Simply analyze.

Ma, Ma, that was no longer his usual playful look, but now he was sympathetic and afraid that Luochuan would go astray.

"Brother, you were there when the three tea bowls were chosen to be offered to the ancestors. Do you remember what they were?" Luochuan asked.

"Life is short of money." Mama blurted out.

Haha!

I don't know which Maoshan ancestor set the rules, but to practice Taoism, one must go through the choices of the five evils and three deficiencies.

Like the gates of hell.

"Teacher, don't go astray. When you dug out the Zombie King in the forbidden land of Maoshan, we already realized your mistake. Why are you still obsessed with mediocrity among ordinary people?" The mother was immersed in sorrow.

"As the saying goes, there was an old saying in the past that money makes the world go round. Last time, Brother Lin ended up being a zombie, and he made a fortune by using his status as a money-printing gangster." People.

Chapter 187: One in a Thousand Miles

"You can compare with Lin Jiu. His life is as difficult as a stinky stone in the toilet. Stinky and hard. He makes demons surrender and kills zombies. Things he doesn't do." Looking back numbly.

That year!

However, he suffered a lot for this.

I feel like there is always a pair of eyes staring at him from behind me.

“Brother, don’t you remember that there are ancient books in Maoshan that record that the human soul has weight…” Luochuan warned.

"What does this have to do with you collecting so much money? Don't change the subject." Mom slammed the table.

I just took Guan Gong's sword and hung it around Luochuan's neck to warn him.

“Is nature important?”

Luochuan explained.

"The weight of an ordinary person's soul is 3.9 centimeters, which should be 21 grams according to the calculation method of the Common Era. Is that right?"

"is it?"

"How much money did you make in the morgue, brother?" Luo Chuan guided.

"Three silver coins plus the long distance equals less than ten silver coins.' Numb and irritable.

"Since I became a monk, I have weighed the weight of my life and it is 9.9 percent," Luochuan explained.

"No, that is God's life. If you lose it, it means you have not yet become an immortal in the secular world. If you lose it, it means perfection. Since ancient times, there has been no such person among the descendants of Maoshan." Ma was a little silent.

The Republic of China was in turmoil, morals were declining, and everything was in chaos. Monks have no pure land. People like Luochuan wanted to study at the end of Maoshan and become immortals. He, his mother, had seen through life and death and had given up long ago.

The best outcome is to accumulate virtue, and at the end of life, go to hell and seek the location of the mastermind, which is also an alternative form of longevity.

"Brother, please remember that you only have 6 cents and 3 cents. Did you eat the remaining cents?" Mother Ma looked incredulous.

"What if we add doppelganger zombies?"

Luochuan warned.

“Brother, don’t think you can just dig randomly in the forbidden area of ​​Maoshan.”

Luochuan stepped on the ground, and the acacia tree's coffin jumped up, and a person appeared inside.

There are seven similarities between Luochuan and him. Although he is wearing the official uniform of the Qing Dynasty, the scales on his neck are clearly visible.

It smells like magic.