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

"Whether you can be saved or not depends on your luck."

Mao Shanming nodded hurriedly.

"I know, I know. Thank you for your hard work, Uncle Jiu."

Uncle Jiu sighed.

"Qiu Sheng Wencai, open the forum!"

"Yes! Master!"

Next to him, Awei remained silent from beginning to end.

He has learned his lesson.

Know what Uncle Jiu and the others are capable of.

Moreover, the defense battle of Renjia Town just now.

Qiu Sheng and his colleagues are also great contributors.

His reputation in the town has taken a big step forward.

It has even surpassed Avi's fame.

If this happened in the charity cemetery, Awei would be beaten up by Qiu Shengwen.

There is no place to seek justice.

After a while, the altar was opened.

Uncle Jiu was wearing a Taoist robe.

Pick up the cinnabar brush.

Write the spell on the talisman paper.

"Go and get the jar."

"Yes!"

Wencai was appointed.

Bring the wine jar.

Stick the talisman on the wine jar.

Drink lightly.

Uncle Jiu pulled off the four whiskers on the brush.

Tie a red string on the other end.

He ran straight towards the two purple zombies.

Whoosh.

The four whiskers are extremely fast.

It went straight in through the nostrils.

Uncle Jiu held the rope.

The other end was placed directly on the edge of the jar.

"The divine weapon of the world, the essence of the Eight Trigrams."

"I have captured the divine general, and I will sit down and comfort myself."

"Hearing the mantra, everything will come to you quickly, and you will understand everything."

"Don't go unreported if there is nothing wrong, and don't disobey orders!"

Uncle Jiu picked up the jar.

The mouth of the altar is facing the zombies.

Suddenly, Uncle Jiu finished reciting the calming spell.

Drink lightly.

"Come quickly!"

As soon as the words fell.

at once.

The ghosts of Dabao and Xiaobao seemed to be pulled.

It flew directly into the wine jar along the red line.

Mao Shanming was amazed at what he saw.

Obviously he had learned it.

But I just can't use it.

Also had no effect.

No one else is to blame.

I can only blame myself for not being good at studying.

Seal the jar.

Uncle Jiu picked up the brush again.

Write the calming mantra on the talisman paper.

"The dust and dirt are removed and the nine orifices receive the spirit, allowing me to transform and return to the form of a child."

"All ghosts who are saved will become immortals."

Start with the talisman.

Uncle Jiu went around and stuck directly to the jar.

Beside him, Wencai saw Uncle Jiu nod.

Open the jar.

Suddenly, a burst of light was seen.

"It's done!"

Mao Shanming spoke out excitedly.

I was so grateful in my heart.

On the altar.

The souls of Dabao and Xiaobao spread out points of light.

Looking at Mao Shanming with a smile on his face.

Mao Shanming smiled, with tears in his eyes.

"Thank you, Uncle Nine."

Mao Shanming spoke gratefully.

After the salvation is completed.

Uncle Jiu also retracted his own magic.

Sigh lightly.

He looked at Mao Shanming again.

"Don't thank me. God is merciful."

"These two ghosts did not do evil things and had good thoughts in their hearts, so they could be reborn."

"Yes Yes Yes."

Mao Shanming nodded continuously.

He glanced at Uncle Jiu, then at Qiu Sheng and Wencai beside him.

The practice is over.

Qiu Sheng and Wen Cai put away the instruments on the altar.

Mao Shanming saw this and came over to help.

However, as soon as he stretched out his hand, he was stopped by Qiu Sheng.

"do not touch!"

Mao Shanming stretched out his arm halfway and then retracted it.

He spoke with a smirk.

He looked at Qiu Sheng embarrassedly again.

Fortunately, Mao Shanming is thick-skinned enough.

After being shouted at, he still shamelessly offered his hand to help.

"Ah Qiu Sheng..."

Mao Shanming's eyes were full of flattery and he spoke with a smile.

"Well, I want to ask you something."

"What are you asking about?"

Qiu Sheng spoke with a cold face, then turned and left with the magic weapon.

Mao Shanming, who was standing next to him, took a look and trotted after him.

"I want to inquire about Mr. Luo's clay sculpture."

"cut."

When Qiu Sheng heard this, he looked down upon him even more.

A disciple of Mount Mao, a swindler.

To put it in a broader sense, it is an act of disrespecting one's teacher and ancestors.

The smile on Mao Shanming's face froze.

He realized that Qiu Sheng had given him a cold shoulder.

Nothing to say.

While I was hesitating.

Luochuan suddenly appeared.

Landed in the yard.

When Qiu Sheng Wencai saw Luo Chuan coming, he quickly put down his magic weapons and surrounded him.

"Boss Luo, you're here!"

Luochuan smiled and nodded.

The golden lines on the golden toad robe are flowing.

Like an immortal.

"The matter of the horse thieves has been resolved."

Luochuan spoke.

He then threw Wang Po's head, which he was holding in his hand, directly to the ground.

Gululu.

The heads rolled away.

Rolled in front of Uncle Jiu.

Uncle Jiu was stunned.

Squat down and take a look.