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Chapter 363: The Heavenly Master Fights Zombies [Second Update]

"Okay, Master."

Xiaofo said obediently.

Soon, Xiao Ferb prepared everything, poured a cup of tea for his master, sat opposite him, and waited quietly for him to tell a story.

"Ferb, do you believe there are zombies in this world?"

Jiang Tianji looked at his disciples and said.

"Zombies? If there are ghosts, there should be zombies too!"

Xiaofu still believed it in his heart.

If she had not embarked on the path of cultivation, she would definitely be skeptical, but now that she is a Qi cultivator herself, she naturally believes it.

"The story began when I was seventeen years old. That was the year I saw a zombie with my own eyes. It was a very powerful zombie, even more powerful than the zombies recorded in ancient books."

Jiang Tianji said in a leisurely tone.

"Thirty years ago, I was gifted and followed my father in cultivation. When I was seventeen, I was already a cultivator at the seventh level of Qi Refining. At that time, I didn't practice hard and often cheated. My father and I moved the tomb of the Zhou family's old man and replaced the coffin. When we were moving the ancestral tomb, problems arose."

Jiang Tianji clenched his fists. This zombie was the monster he wanted to deal with most in his life of cultivation.

"Turning around, chrysanthemum balls, fried rice cakes, glutinous rice balls——"

"My father was fully prepared at that time and had set up the altar. His cultivation was already in the middle stage of the foundation building period, and he was only fifty-four years old. He had a first-grade spiritual root. Or a single-attribute earth spiritual root. He could cultivate faster than ordinary first-grade spiritual roots. So, Xiaofo, if you want to cultivate, you also have a first-grade spiritual root, or a single-attribute gold spiritual root."

Jiang Tianji looked at his disciples and said with emotion.

"Master, please tell me, I understand."

Xiao Fu was listening to the story with great interest and immediately acted coquettishly.

"Hahaha, you're such a grown-up now."

Jiang Tianji liked his disciple very much, because he never married in his life and had only this one disciple, who was adopted from an orphanage.

"What's next——"

Thirty years ago.

"Boss, it's time to burn incense."

Next to the altar, a middle-aged or elderly Taoist priest dressed like a Taoist priest spoke.

He is Jiang Tianji's father. Their lineage practices the Zhengyi school's martial arts. However, Jiang's ancestors were also good at Feng Shui and had learned some unorthodox ways.

If it was in ancient times, if the sect knew about it, they would be expelled. However, his grandfather's generation was definitely the Republic of China period. At that time, the world was in chaos, the people were living in poverty, and strange people and evil ways lived the best.

Zhou Yaqiang's father, an old man who looked to be around seventy years old, was in relatively good health. He strode over in a suit and tie and began to burn incense for the ancestors.

After burning incense, he looked at Jiang Tianji's father and said, "Master Jiang, hurry up. I have to go to the airport early tomorrow morning."

"Don't worry, boss. Why don't you go to the car and rest first? Leave the rest to me."

Master Jiang immediately said with a smile.

"Then leave it to you."

Boss Zhou looked indifferent and patted him on the shoulder.

"rest assured."

Master Jiang smiled like a chrysanthemum and said.

When Boss Zhou and his secretary got into the car, two of the three incense sticks he had just put in were quickly burned out, forming the famous "two short and one long" pattern.

"Are you okay? Dad, you look terrible."

Seventeen-year-old Jiang Tianji saw that his father suddenly looked unhappy, and stepped forward with concern.

“Do you see these incense sticks?”

Jiang Tianji's father pointed at the incense and said.

"Dad. Two short and one long. Is this a bad sign?"

Jiang Tianji said with some confusion.

"People are afraid of three long and two short, and incense is afraid of two short and one long. Come here."

Jiang Tianji's father's face was extremely ugly at this time. Soon, Jiang Tianji followed his father to the side of the coffin, which was covered with talismans.

"Dad, what are we doing here? Is there something wrong with the coffin?"

Jiang Tianji asked curiously.

"There's nothing wrong with the coffin. I'm afraid there's something wrong with the body."

Jiang Huangshan said helplessly.

Their school of practice has only been passed down for a few generations. The universe is vast and the sky and earth are dark and yellow. This is the rule for naming.

Starting from Grandpa Jiang Tianji, they embarked on the path of cultivation. By the third generation, they reached the peak and had the cultivation base in the late stage of foundation building. They also started to do bad things.

The result is that retribution is left to future generations.

Something like black ink was flowing down from under the coffin.

"It stinks."

Jiang Tianji pinched his nose and said.

At this time, Jiang Tianji was full of vigor and vitality, handsome, young and rich, and lived a very free and easy life.

"Quickly bring me the seven-star nails that I have cursed. I want to seal the coffin."

Jiang Huangshan said with a grim expression.

"Dad, you're afraid of zombies, right? In this day and age, where are there zombies?"

Jiang Tianji said with some disbelief.

"Go quickly, just because you haven't seen them, do you think there are no zombies?"

Jiang Huangshan scolded with an ugly look on his face.

"In fact, our Jiang family has been practicing Taoism for seven generations, but there are only four generations in the family tree, because the first three generations were all independent practitioners. They dared not leave their real names after provoking others. In any case, our Jiang family has always been exorcising demons, but in the past few decades, they have only done minor things, either being possessed by ghosts or being bewitched by ghosts. In fact, I have never seen a zombie, because the world has changed."

Jiang Huangshan was very panicked and felt that he was going to die.

"Dad, are you saying that the bodies inside will turn into zombies?"

Jiang Tianji still said with some disbelief?
"Child, your grandfather did something sinful. He set up this Nine Yin Wealth Gathering Point. This place not only gathers wealth, but more importantly, I think, it also gathers Yin. Anything can happen."

Jiang Huangshan lit a cigarette for himself and said with trembling hands.

"I also hope that I am wrong. After all, I have never seen a zombie, but it feels similar to what is mentioned in our family's inheritance. I have never won the lottery in my life, so I may have been doomed this time."

Jianghuang Mountain Road.

"So, Dad, if, it really turns into a zombie, what should we do?"

Jiang Tianji looked at his father and said.

"It's okay if I die, so of course you should run away, the farther the better. I have completed the task of carrying on the family line, but you have not yet completed the task of carrying on the family line."

Jiang Huangshan said without hesitation.

"Dad, I think we should seal the coffin quickly and stop chatting."

Jiang Tianji said as he felt his legs go weak.

Then, the father and son quickly took out the prepared seven-star nails and started nailing them into the coffin.

It was at this moment that the sky and the earth changed color, and suddenly, the surrounding birds seemed to be frightened and flew away from the mountain.

That’s right, this mountain is where the ancestral tomb of the Wuying family is located.

Wuying was obviously a lucky man, but because of the Zhou family's ancestral tomb, he became a gangster.

Jiang Huangshan looked at his son who was hurriedly sealing the coffin, but he was watching the changes around him, silently smoking the cigarette in his hand. He felt that it was the last one in his life.

Other people around didn't know what was happening yet.

Jiang Huangshan is doing quite well. He has several disciples who ring bells and chant mantras around him. These are things they do frequently, and they do it to make a living.

Until now, no one would have thought that Old Master Zhou had turned into a corpse. Moreover, he was not only a corpse, but also a corpse demon. The only thing to be thankful for was that at this time, his intelligence was not very high.

(End of this chapter)