Roaming the universe, all thanks to your many dark skills!

This made Wencai confused, and he hurried over and lit three incense sticks again.

He didn't expect that the three incense sticks were thrown out this time, which made him even more surprised. He couldn't help but come closer and want to open the coffin to take a closer look.

"Senior Brother Wencai, if I were you, I would definitely not do this." Rosen advised.

"What should we do then?" Wencai asked.

"The body is in the coffin, peacefully, why bother disturbing its peace?" Rosen said calmly, "You burn incense to it, but it refuses. It probably isn't hungry yet, so let it rest in peace. What do you think?"

"Good idea." Wencai nodded immediately.

Qiu Sheng, who had been hiding in the coffin and wanted to take the opportunity to tease Wencai, became anxious and angry when he heard this, and secretly cursed Rosen for meddling in other people's business.

Since Wencai didn't come over, he couldn't continue to scare him, but Qiu Sheng was unwilling to give up. He gritted his teeth, suddenly opened the coffin lid, and while Wencai was frightened and dodged, he took advantage of the chaos to hide in the group of zombies.

"Where to run?"

Although Qiu Sheng's movements were fast, there were others present who were faster than him.

With a light shout, a figure flashed and came closer. A hand immediately rested on the back of Qiu Sheng's neck, pinched and lifted it, then threw it.

Qiu Sheng had followed Uncle Jiu for many years and had learned some skills, and his martial arts skills were pretty good.

But now I realized that the boxing and kicking skills that I was usually so proud of were just mediocre.

He only felt that his neck was pinched, and he suddenly lost all strength in his body, as if his tendons, bones and joints were loosened.

When he was picked up, his limbs were all loose and he looked like a puppet. He was completely unable to struggle, let alone resist.

When he was finally thrown away, Qiu Sheng couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart, thinking: I'm afraid I'm going to be thrown pretty badly this time.

What he didn't expect was that although he flew about ten feet in the air and landed in the coffin with a thud, he didn't fall too hard, as if he was supported by an invisible force.

"Brother Wencai, quickly seal the coffin lid." Rosen said, "Otherwise if this guy runs away and Master asks about it later, you'll be in trouble."

"You're right, thank you for the reminder." Wencai was overjoyed and nodded repeatedly.

Qiu Sheng wanted to speak up and remind Wencai not to do this because it was him lying in the coffin.

But now he couldn't move or say a word, and was just like a living dead. This filled him with surprise and fear. He stared upwards, hoping that Wencai would be able to see him when he sealed the coffin.

"My dear, you can eat whatever you want, but you can't say whatever you want, and you can't recognize anyone as your master."

As he was speaking, a middle-aged man with straight brows, sharp eyes and a serious expression came over.

He looked at Rosen and said, "I have never accepted you as my apprentice, so it is better not to call me master casually."

"You don't want it, but I do." Taoist Simu, who came in after him, saw that Rosen was well-dressed and definitely not the son of an ordinary family. He couldn't help but feel excited and wanted to make money.

He smiled at Rosen and said, "I am Simu, and I was born in Maoshan like my senior brother. I can do what he can do, and I can do what he can't do."

"Since my senior brother refuses to accept you, then you should take me as your master." As he said this, he strode up to Rosen, looked at him with a smile, and waited for him to kowtow and take him as his disciple.

"Wait a minute." Uncle Jiu originally had no intention of accepting Rosen as his disciple.

After all, Rosen had just dealt Qiu Sheng a heavy loss with just two moves, which made Uncle Jiu, who had always been protective of his son, quite unhappy.

But accepting disciples is just like buying something. There is a big difference between having no one wanting to buy something and having people rushing to buy it.

Now that Taoist Simu opened his mouth to accept a disciple, Uncle Jiu couldn't help but be secretly shocked. He immediately looked at him carefully, and suddenly a look of surprise appeared on his face. He thought to himself: I almost made a mistake.

He immediately said to Taoist Simu: "Brother, he has come all the way to me, and it is obvious that he wants to be my disciple. It is really inappropriate for you to interfere now."

"Brother, what you said is wrong. To become a disciple depends on the person, and to accept a disciple also depends on fate." Taoist Simu said with a smile: "As the saying goes, it is better to arrive at the right time than to arrive early. You didn't like him when you saw him, but I liked him when I saw him, so he is destined to be my disciple."

"Junior brother, you are wrong again." Uncle Jiu shook his head repeatedly and said, "It is early to come, it is early, it is not important whether it is a coincidence or not. You must have heard him call me Master just now."

"Didn't you say he was screaming?" Taoist Simu glared at him.

"I just thought he wasn't being respectful enough when he called me Master, so I was just being sarcastic." Uncle Jiu glanced at Simu and said, "Since he called me Master and acknowledged Wencai as his Senior Brother, then our relationship as Master and Disciple is settled. You shouldn't be embarrassed to snatch my disciple from me, Senior Brother, right?"

"Senior brother, oh senior brother, you really are..." Taoist Simu's face turned as red as his nose because of anger.

"What am I really?" Uncle Jiu narrowed his eyes and looked at Taoist Simu with a smile.

"You are so kind." Taoist Simu said, picked up the oil lamp on the table, took out a copper bell from the treasure bag on his waist, and shook it slightly, and the bell started to jingle. All the zombies leaning against the wall turned around at once.

At this time, Taoist Simu said to Uncle Jiu: "I am leaving now. See you later."

"Please stay for two more days." Uncle Jiu tried to persuade him to stay.

"Alright, alright, my apprentice has been snatched away by you, I have no mood at all." Taoist Simu said, looking at Luo Sen and said, "Luo Sen, if my senior brother doesn't want to accept you, remember to come find me."

Then he gave an address, rang a bell, and hurried away with the zombies.

"Rosen, right?" Uncle Jiu watched Taoist Simu leave, then turned to look at Rosen and asked, "What do you want to learn from me?"

"Master, I want to learn Taoism." Rosen said seriously.

"What do you mean?" Uncle Jiu thought he had heard wrongly and couldn't help but ask.

“You can cultivate yourself to become an immortal, fly high into the sky, and be listed among the immortals.” Rosen said.

"Luo Sen, this method is not easy to learn." Uncle Jiu looked at him with admiration and bitterness in his eyes, and said: "Ever since Liu Bowen cut off the dragon vein in the Ming Dynasty, the spiritual energy of heaven and earth has become increasingly thin, and the path of cultivation has become increasingly difficult."

"Even in our Maoshan, there are only a few who can build a foundation and enter the Dao, let alone in this vast world. Let alone learning the Dao, even learning some magic is impossible."

As he spoke, he glanced at Wencai who was helping Qiu Sheng out of the coffin and said, "If not for this, how could your two brothers be so useless."

"Rosen, it's good that you have such ambitions, and your teacher is very pleased, but you can't fight against the sky. Sometimes you should be down-to-earth." As he said this, Uncle Jiu patted Rosen on the shoulder to encourage him.

"Master, you and I are going against the will of heaven when we study Taoism and seek immortality. If we just follow the will of heaven, wouldn't that make us just yes-men?" Rosen looked at him and said, "If that's the case, what immortality are we seeking, what Taoism are we seeking?"

Uncle Jiu looked up at him after a long pause and said, "Since you insist on doing this, I will help you. Qiu Sheng, Wen Cai, you two go and prepare all the necessary items for becoming a disciple, and let Rosen become a disciple tomorrow."

"Master, money." Wencai said with a wrinkled face.