Terraria: The Digitalized Me Is Causing Chaos

It was dusk.

Uncle Nine and Qiu Sheng returned to the Yizhuang, followed by a fearful Wen Cai.

"Leaving aside whether Yang Tao is a ghost or not, tell me why you wanted his hair?"

Uncle Nine saw Yang Tao cooking and a look of relief appeared on his face. Then, his expression turned serious as he turned to look at Wen Cai, who was shrinking behind him.

"I… I…"

Wen Cai stuttered for a long time without saying anything.

Seeing this, how could Uncle Nine not know what Wen Cai was thinking? He reached out and gave Wen Cai a flick on the forehead, making a crisp sound.

"All you do all day is fool around. Hurry up and go apologize to your junior brother."

Hearing the sound, Yang Tao also stopped what he was doing and turned to greet Uncle Nine: "Uncle Nine, you're back."

"The meal is almost ready. It will be ready in a little while."

He took the cloth bag containing the magical artifacts from Uncle Nine and then looked at Qiu Sheng, who was holding a small black jar.

Qiu Sheng noticed his gaze, looked up, and put away the excited smile on his face, saying, "Junior brother."

"Senior brother, did you bring her back?"

"Yes, she agreed, and Master transferred her here. From now on, this place will be her home."

Hearing Qiu Sheng's words, Yang Tao suddenly thought of Granny Tree and Xiaoqian from "Strange Tales from a Chinese Studio."

Yang Tao nodded slightly and said with a smile: "If that's the case, then Senior Brother Qiu Sheng must cultivate diligently."

"Otherwise…"

Yang Tao didn't continue, but Qiu Sheng nodded heavily, looking serious, and said: "Please rest assured, Master and Junior Brother, from today onwards, I, Qiu Sheng, will definitely cultivate diligently and become a useful person as soon as possible."

Uncle Nine: "…"

Your motives, kid, are really impure.

Wen Cai covered his head, looked at Qiu Sheng and his master, and a puzzled expression appeared on his face: "Master, what are you talking about?"

Before Uncle Nine could speak, Qiu Sheng said: "You're still young, don't ask so much, hurry up and help Junior Brother cook."

"You!"

Looking at Qiu Sheng, who was pretending to be serious, Wen Cai felt very aggrieved. He looked at the jar in Qiu Sheng's arms and walked towards the kitchen helplessly.

'So love disappears, right?'

… …

Ring ring… Ring ring…

The crisp sound of a bell rang from outside the Yizhuang. Uncle Nine, who was teaching Yang Tao how to draw talismans, looked up at the entrance after hearing it.

"Yang Tao, Uncle Simu is here. Go open the door."

"Okay, Master."

Yang Tao put down the brush in his hand and walked towards the gate of the Yizhuang.

Opening the heavy gate, he saw a middle-aged man in his late thirties standing at the entrance.

Wearing a pair of glasses, he looked somewhat refined and polite. His thin figure gave the impression of a scholar.

Only the Taoist robe and hat on his body indicated his identity.

"Who are you?"

Uncle Simu was seeing Yang Tao for the first time and asked with some surprise.

"Uncle Simu, I am Uncle Nine's newly accepted disciple, Yang Tao."

Simu was very surprised to hear this. He didn't expect that in just three or four days, his senior brother had accepted another disciple.

However, this disciple seemed to be more energetic than Wen Cai and Qiu Sheng.

"Well, not bad, Nephew-Disciple, step aside first. I'll lead the customer to the Yizhuang first, and we'll talk later."

Yang Tao quickly stepped aside. Simu shook the copper bell in his hand, and the row of zombies behind him with yellow talismans on their heads immediately jumped forward.

In this way, seven or eight zombies jumped into the Yizhuang and were sent by Simu to the room specially used for storing corpses.

Before entering the main room, Simu's voice rang out.

"Senior brother, what's the situation with this new nephew-disciple of mine?"

As he spoke, he walked into the hall and sat unceremoniously on the chair next to Uncle Nine.

Yang Tao took a teacup, placed it next to Simu, picked up the teapot, and poured him a cup of tea.

Simu nodded in satisfaction, picked up the teacup, and drank it all in one gulp.

"Senior brother, this nephew-disciple is much better than Qiu Sheng and Wen Cai, who only know how to fool around all day…"

He was about to say that he was more sensible than the two of them, but his eyes suddenly widened, as if he had seen something incredible.

"How is it possible? How could these two stinky brats take the initiative to cultivate??"

Simu saw Qiu Sheng and Wen Cai sitting cross-legged on the futon and took off his glasses in disbelief to wipe his eyes.

"Senior brother, did you put a curse on those two kids?"

Apart from this reason, he really couldn't think of any possibility that would make these two brats cultivate seriously.

Uncle Nine snorted coldly and said unhappily: "Hmph, put a curse on them? If I had such a curse, I would have put it on them long ago. It's just that they are obsessed with lust."

Simu didn't understand, but Uncle Nine didn't explain much.

"It's good that you're back today, then help me witness Yang Tao's apprenticeship."

The moment Simu knew Yang Tao's identity, he understood his senior brother's thoughts and nodded in agreement.

The apprenticeship ceremony was very simple.

After kowtowing, offering incense, serving tea, and Uncle Nine admonishing some Maoshan rules, Yang Tao became an official Maoshan successor.

However, even so, by the time everything was finished, it was already late at night.

"Master, disciple wants to know, can subduing demons and eliminating evil obtain merit?"

Yang Tao was very curious about this, after all, this was a world with ghosts and gods, and merit was a good thing.

Although it couldn't directly improve strength, it could also affect many things.

Hearing Yang Tao's words, Uncle Nine nodded slightly and explained: "There is indeed merit, but more of it is Yin virtue. As long as you eliminate ghosts and zombies that harm one side, you can obtain Yin virtue."

"After death, when you go to the underworld, the underworld will give different rewards according to your Yin virtue."

"If the amount is small, you may be reincarnated into a good family. If the amount is large, you can even directly escape reincarnation and become a Yin soldier of the underworld."

Hearing Uncle Nine's words, Yang Tao also understood in his heart that the so-called Yin virtue was the lower-level energy of merit, but this thing could only be calculated after death and was of little use when alive.

This also dispelled Yang Tao's idea of farming merit.

The next day.

A servant from the Ren Mansion ran into the Yizhuang.

Seeing Yang Tao in the courtyard, he immediately ran over.

"Mr. Yang, Master Ren would like to invite you over. He said that the things you asked him to buy have arrived."

Hearing this, Yang Tao's eyes lit up immediately.

'Ren Fa's efficiency is so fast?'

"Wait for me for a while, I'll tell my master."

After saying hello to Uncle Nine, Yang Tao directly followed the servant from the Ren Mansion back to the Ren Mansion.

Ren Fa was standing in the courtyard at this moment. After seeing Yang Tao, a smile appeared on his face and he said: "Nephew, you're here."

"As expected, come with me."

As he spoke, Ren Fa led Yang Tao to a warehouse in the Ren Mansion. After the servant opened the door lock, Ren Fa waved his hand and told his subordinates to leave:

"You guys step back first."

"Yes, Master."

After the servants retreated, Ren Fa led Yang Tao into the room. There were many wooden boxes in the room.

Ren Fa stepped forward and directly opened the nearest box.

Inside, there was a neat row of rifles.

"Nephew, what do you think? Are you satisfied?"

Yang Tao stepped forward, took out the rifle from the box, and looked at the oily gun body. He nodded very satisfied and said:

"Satisfied, very satisfied."

As long as this thing is brought back to the world of "Heaven Sword and Dragon Saber", it is simply an invincible artifact.

"Uncle Ren, I wonder how many of these weapons you can get?"

Hearing Yang Tao's words, Ren Fa's face showed a helpless expression and he said: "Nephew, although my strength can be considered good in Renjia Town, in the eyes of those warlords, I am basically dispensable."

"These guns are already the limit. Any more will attract the attention of the higher-ups. Not only will you be in danger, but I will also be in great danger."

"If you want more weapons, there are only two ways. One is to have your own troops, and the other… is to go directly to foreign countries."

Hearing Ren Fa's words, Yang Tao immediately showed a dazed expression.

'Damn, why should I limit my vision to the country? Wouldn't it be better for me to go directly to America or Germany?'