From a young medicine seller to a Taoist master

More than ten days later, Ying Zijian arrived at the family site.

This mission was a year ago.

Although only a year had passed, the entire mansion had become extremely dilapidated. After all, after the entire family was exterminated, many cultivators had come here to beg for money.

Because of the genocide, the surrounding families and those living nearby felt it was unlucky and all moved away.

Ying Zijian pushed open the door of the mansion, which was already covered with a lot of dust.

The place is overgrown with weeds, and if you don't know, you would think it has been abandoned for decades.

After he entered, the door of the mansion was blown shut by the wind. Although he didn't feel anything, he suddenly thought of the horror movies he had seen before.

There’s nothing scary about it. I used to watch horror movies without blinking, Yingchuan thought to himself.

Ying Zijian continued to go deeper. The scene was not similar to the old corpse in the mountain village, but it was exactly the same.

Ying Zijian continued to go deeper, but there was nothing valuable in there, and he couldn't even take anything away.

He pushed open the door. Because it was made of wood, some parts were already moldy. There wasn't a lot of dust in the room, but it was still covered with a layer.

By practicing the Dust Removal Technique, the original appearance of the room was revealed. There were some dried bloodstains, but no signs of a fight. This showed that the room must have been crushed.

He continued searching, going deeper and deeper, until he came to the corridor.

There were tree branches and vines everywhere, covering the corridor with moss and vines, which made it look very dark.

He came to the backyard. There were many graves, some of which were from a long time ago. Some of the graves were not covered with thick grass, which must have been caused by tragic deaths.

He continued walking, trying to find the missing disciple. Although there was a high probability that he was dead, he still wanted to find him. Recently, Yingchuan wanted to try practicing puppetry.

He can now refine some magical instruments and magic weapons, and even simpler ones. However, some magic weapons and elixirs require recipes.

He walked around and found nothing, then he set his sights on the grave mound.

After all, what if there is a monster hiding inside? In fact, he wanted to dig it up to see if there is anything valuable.

Although it's a bit unethical, it doesn't matter, as it is also for the better purpose of finding the monster.

He dug up all the graves and found some things, but not much. He also understood that it was just a foundation-building family after all.

Although it was not much, it was still meat, and Ying Zijian accepted it with peace of mind.

It will soon be evening.

Ying Zijian found a relatively clean room and cleaned it up. After a while, he could see at night, but for peace of mind, he still took out a spiritual lamp to illuminate.

Suddenly some noises were heard, waking up Ying Zijian who was meditating.

However, he did not alert the enemy and activated his Eyes of Truth.

But there was nothing, but he didn't rush and continued to wait motionlessly.

But suddenly, a loud noise came from a room, and a group of bloody zombies rushed over, but Ying Zijian killed them with one punch.

I thought it was something else, but it scared me. Ying Zijian stepped on the zombie whose brain he had blown up.

He went to the room and checked, and found a big hole where the zombies were stored.

A loud noise was heard, and another zombie appeared. However, no matter how many of these zombies came, it would be useless.

Ying Zijian felt disgusted, took out a dusty long sword and walked over.

Every time the sword was swung, a head was shattered, just like a concert, except the scene was a little bloody.

Ying Zijian solved them all.

He used his spiritual sense to scan the underground and found that there were still many zombies.

He decided to take the initiative, tearing up the land and sweeping it with his sword. In this way, he killed all the zombies and collected them together to burn them.

The body was sizzling as the fire was burning, and Ying Zijian fell asleep leaning against the wooden wall.

When he woke up, the body had been burned to charcoal.

He felt that this matter was not simple. According to his experience of watching movies, people would usually hide under a well or something like that.

He came to the well and jumped in.

The well was very deep, about a hundred meters deep. When he fell to the bottom of the well, he found a secret door as he expected.

He entered it and it was like an ancient tomb.

There was only one coffin in the ancient tomb.

He opened the coffin and saw the same attire of an inner sect disciple of Qingyang Sect as himself.

It seems that this is the missing disciple. Ying Chuan had an idea and ordered Ying Zijian to take the token from him, which was considered as completing the task.

Just as he was about to leave, a sound came from inside the coffin. Yes, that disciple had also been turned into a zombie.

Alas, Junior Brother, you can’t even let me rest in peace after my death. Don’t worry, you will be able to rest in peace soon. Ying Zijian thought silently in his heart.

The lightning chain was fired, and the zombie, who was comparable to the middle stage of foundation building, immediately lay back in the coffin again, without even ashes left.

He closed the coffin and put a talisman on it.

He flew out of the well and met a man in black robe.

When the two sides met, the man in black robe was obviously a little embarrassed.

After all, he came here to collect Ying Zijian's body, but he didn't expect that he might become the one to be collected.

A wooden vine wrapped around him and tied him up.

Ying Zijian used his soul-searching technique on him, which was very powerful. Ying Zijian didn't know whether he could withstand it or not, and he didn't want to care.

He found a place and wanted to continue searching when the man in black robe vomited blood, his forehead turned black, and his face turned pale. He died just like that, very suddenly.

Ying Zijian checked and found that he had died of poisoning.

It could be either an enemy or some other possibility, Ying Zijian thought to himself and rushed to that place.

It was dark when Ying Zijian arrived. He found a cave with brief signs of life, but the people had already run away.

Ying Zijian started searching everywhere, using the Magic Wood.

Finally, three days later, he found nothing and returned to the hospital.

The clue was cut off, and that person would never come back. I had to change my approach to look for him. However, if I still hadn't found him after three days and the mission was completed, I would just leave, Ying Zijian made the decision in his heart.

He started his old job of stalking people again, pretending to leave, and transformed into two clones, stalking secretly in two places together.

Yingchuan controlled Ying Zijian to split into two figures, hiding in two places respectively.

Two days later, it was drizzling one night.

The white gas clone discovered the man in black robe appearing in the courtyard.

The black air is coming.

The man in black robe went down to the well when he found that there was no one there.

The white mist turned into gas and followed, and the man in black robe did not notice any danger.

He came to the coffin, pushed it away, and a secret door appeared, and he went in.

The white gas is waiting for the black gas to arrive.

An hour later, the black gas arrived, and the second gas walked through the secret door, and a room appeared.

The man in black robe threw away his black robe, and an old face appeared. It was the head of the Zhuji family.

But he has black hair and doesn't look like he is short of energy.

The guess was true. He sacrificed his relatives' blood in exchange for cultivation. Yingchuan felt the fluctuations of the peak foundation-building cultivation emanating from him.

It seems that I have been exposed. I must leave here quickly. Only when I leave here can I truly feel like a bird flying high in the sky.

But I can still get rid of that person to relieve the hatred in my heart.

What he was talking about was Ying Zijian digging up his ancestral grave.