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

In the coffin, the dozens of yellow labels produced in batches of tens of thousands of chapters had a poor inhibitory effect on them. After all, these were the same yellow symbols, and they were not as good as the yellow symbols that were carefully drawn by hand.

Hello!.

Chapter 262 Characters in the Story Script

Xu Bu Si's clone went directly into the ground and disappeared in any city, leaving behind a paper man's clone to confuse the Pope's Yin-Yang Master.

The yellow talisman has taken away some of the ghosts, but there are still more ghosts coming towards Renjia Town. This is the treasure that the Yin-Yang Pope uses to condense ghosts.

"Kind of."

The Yin Yang King tore apart the paper figure left by Luochuan.

"Luochuan, don't let the king catch you. Otherwise, the king will make you unable to live and beg for death." Under the cover of black fog, they disappeared one by one in each city.

Only the cold house was left.

It was empty. They had gone to another dimension, one that was cut off from any town.

Luochuan opened his eyes and Uncle Jiu looked at him worriedly.

"So, the power of the Yin Yang King is immeasurable."

Ah!

"Brother, I can only rely on you. The two of us are no match for the Yin Yang King.

Xu Sheng frowned.

Yin Yang King, although there are, but there are many younger brothers. Each of them is an ordinary person, how can they be their opponents? According to the number of 06 people, death can be stacked.

"I can't do anything about it. You know that there aren't many people in Maoshan, and I can't let anyone know. Xiao Ma, they're here, they're here to deliver food."

Uncle Jiu frowned and warned.

Luochuan nodded.

Their main job is not to subdue demons, but their unique skill in traveling the world is to catch corpses.

"I can't defeat him alone. I must ask the ghost to help me." Luo Chuan thought for a long time and gave his answer.

"Ghost, when did you become so close to the underworld?" Uncle Jiu was confused.

In theory, Luochuan's identity is the most annoying existence in the underworld.

Six divisions that break out of the business power circle.

It's a sin.

Haha!

Uncle Jiu's world is a world where living people and ghosts coexist, but he did not expect that the Yin-Yang King would be resurrected six hundred years later.

"Are they sure?' Uncle Jiu didn't believe these mistakes.

If it's a ghost from the underworld, it's really powerful.

There wouldn't be so many ghosts left in the world.

Dark clouds obscured the stars in the sky.

Luo Chuan pinched his fingers and looked in the direction of Ren Jiazhen with a thoughtful look.

This is a reinterpretation of a story that has lasted 600 years.

The Yin Yang King is still dreaming the same dream from six hundred years ago.

The sounds of zither and piano are rumbling.

The down-and-out scholar strolled out listening to music.

Pooh!

Just like all the old books.

The ghost eyes between Luochuan's eyebrows saw that under the dark night, every household on the street had their doors closed and there were vendors outside the doors.

"It smells really good."

Luo Chuan swallowed.

The music, sometimes unrestrained and sometimes as light as water, keeps echoing in my ears.

The voices of hawkers were heard.

The howl of a wolf.

Not just one thing.

"It's dog meat noodles." Uncle Jiu was silent for a while, then got out of bed and put on a gray cassock.

Wearing a bagua hat.

"Go."

Luochuan hesitated.

"not good."

Uncle Jiu stopped talking. "It will be fine if we go out today. The Onmyoji Pope is still in Wang Sheng's dream, repeating the Painted Skin Meeting six hundred years ago."

Luochuan looked at Uncle Nine with surprise as he frowned.

"Brother, you can still read these corner novels in the wilderness..."

Pooh!

"What kind of wilderness novel? That is the story of demons and demons recorded in the Maoshan Sutra, which contains not only Taiyi Dao but also Yuqing Dao. 'Uncle Jiu hates iron production.

Haha!

I am too superficial.

"Poor beggar, if you can't afford it, just sit on my stall and don't delay me from making money." The stall owner cursed angrily.

Luochuan reluctantly took out one or two taels of silver.

Behind my ninth uncle.

"Hey, Xiaoyin."

"Being a ghost is greedy for money, I don't know what the use of being a ghost is. ...

Uncle Jiu doesn’t know.

"Before they were ghosts, they were all human. Some were reborn contentedly, while others refused to leave with regret. I wandered the world, unwilling to leave easily."

Hey!

Luochuan followed the king's voice and saw the ghost of a beautiful woman with painted skin, falling to the ground. She looked very pitiful and I felt very sympathetic towards her.

I have never seen such a beautiful female ghost.

Luochuan was a little impatient.

It aroused a desire to protect.

If he is the king's voice, this time, it must be direct, not about other people or things. ...

Uncle Jiu, do you want to call Noah?

Ah!

"who is it?"

The poor painted ghost looked around in panic.

There was no one else but the King's voice.

Then rest assured 593.

You can also watch the surrounding weeds while being alert to see if anyone is coming out of them.

Luochuan, cover your mouth.

Staring at that white dress.

Shiping Lake is covered with frost, and every inch of green hair is worried about the New Year.

From an ordinary perspective, I only envy the ducks, not the immortals.

Long blue hair. Shadow Lamp~

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"Brother, should we continue to follow you?" Luo Chuan hesitated.

The king's family lived in a small house, and his shadow decals were yellow.

Don't they listen in the corner? This is not the behavior of a gentleman.

The uncle hesitated for a moment and nodded.

Looking at the leaving painted ghost and the king's voice.

"Senior Brother, is this the real thing?" Luo Chuan frowned.

Did the Yin-Yang Circle established by the Yin-Yang King just to make up for the regrets of six hundred years ago? Since the Painted Ghost has appeared, isn't it not far from the Taoist Taiyi and Yuqing?

"Since it was made out of nothing, he should have some regrets. If he didn't want to leave, he would have re-performed the original version."

You can't have both.

No, Buddha is not a god.

Chapter 263: Asking for the Way and the Blind

Don't enter reincarnation.

"Every family has its own rules, and every country has its own laws."

A ridiculous laugh came from the black fog. Luo Chuan was surprised to see the devil's cry coming from the ghost fog.

"The magic power is very strong!" Luo Chuan looked at the gradually disappearing black fog in surprise.

The uncle nodded.

In the story's script, how should he manage himself?

The sky was filled with soot-black snow.

Luo Chuan frowned. "Brother, let's go to the dilapidated temple in the mountains to see Taoist Master Yuqing and Taoist Master Taiyi who lived there six hundred years ago?"

Luo Chuanyue is trying.

Rumor has it that they are the two closest to immortality. Unfortunately, because of the Yin-Yang Pope and cholera, they were defeated and reborn.

Thousands of years of practice came to nothing!

The drunkard has changed his mind a little.

If they can listen to the teachings of power, can they relax their self-cultivation? It is not a dream to extend their lifespan for thousands of years without praying.

"very good."

The old tree is withered and covered with snow!

On the mountain road, Luochuan frowned as he walked along the winding valley path.

At a glance, you can see the old house on the top of the mountain, but there is no trace of it. The smoke rises slowly and rushes to the sky!

No traces in the snow~

Luo Chuan frowned. "Brother, it seems we are here too early."

"uncertain."

Uncle Jiu saw two monks in robes coming out of the house on the top of the mountain and sitting lazily on the snow outside.

Luochuan looked at the two people in surprise.

Walking in the snow.

"I have seen two priests."

Uncle Nine stood aside respectfully, looking at the two people.

paper man