After waiting in the cave for half an hour, Master Qian came back and nodded slightly to Wang Xu.
Wang Xu sat on the coffin and smoked a cigarette. Seeing that the matter was resolved, his face was still neither sad nor happy, and he said calmly: "Let's get started!"
Jumping off the coffin, Wang Xu gave up his position to Qian Zhenren.
Qian Zhenren held a peach wood sword, first drew a circle around the coffin, and then inserted seven yellow flags in the front of the coffin in the position of seven stars.
After doing all this, he hung yellow cloth flags in the cave, and lit two candles in front of the seven-star flag, with a lotus lantern between the candles.
Opening the altar and setting up the array are boring tasks, but in the hands of Tianshi Qian, they have a different kind of beauty.
Wang Xu stood aside and looked at him, and found that many of Qian Tianshi's movements and steps were clearly written in the Corpse Refining Technique, and the specifications of the movements were like a textbook.
"Boss, please give me a drop of your fingertip blood. I will use this lotus lamp to add your blood, and use the spell to connect the mind of the zombie, and imprint your breath into the zombie's heart. Whether it will happen or not, it will take three days.
It will be revealed later, it’s hard to say now.” Qian Tianshi contacted the mind of the zombie. This step is the first step in refining the corpse, also known as sealing the god.
Only by imprinting the mark of being controlled on the zombie's mind can the zombie's actions be controlled.
If this step is completed, the next step is to refine the corpse. This is like taming a fierce horse. If the horse has not been tamed, how can you be allowed to ride on it?
"Okay!" Wang Xu took out his finger, put it in his mouth, took a bite, and dropped two drops of blood into the porcelain bowl.
With Wang Xu's blood, Qian Zhenren began to draw talismans and recite mantras, adding the blood to the oil of the lotus lamp.
The milky white lamp oil, contaminated by blood, suddenly turned light red. After burning, the air was mixed with a faint fragrance, turning into smoke and going into the coffin.
"Master Qian, I'll leave first. You can rest assured while refining the corpse. I will bring you food every day and the materials you need. Don't worry, as long as this matter is completed, I will not treat you badly.
I guarantee you a lifetime of prosperity and wealth." Wang Xu knew that he could not help, so after giving his promise, he planned to return to Uncle Ying's righteous village first.
As for whether Qian Tianshi will be careful, there is no doubt about this. He is a man who is particular about doing things for money. How much money you give him will determine how motivated he is. Encouraged by wealth and wealth, he will definitely be more careful than he is with his own father.
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...Yizhuang...
"Uncle Ying, I'm back with a late-night snack for you." Wang Xu walked into the Yizhuang with a loud voice, holding the late-night snack in his hand.
As soon as I entered the door, I didn't even see a single person. The smell of boiling Chinese herbal medicine hit my face, and then came the old yellow dog wagging its tail.
"Rhubarb, this is for you, chicken drumstick rice, specially added pork ribs, please be satisfied!" Wang Xu squatted on the ground, spread out an oil paper bag, and rubbed the old yellow dog's head.
The old yellow dog didn't rush to grab the food. He licked Wang Xu's hand with his tongue first, and then started to eat slowly.
The old yellow dog was feasting on the food, wagging its tail vigorously while eating.
With a smile on his face, Wang Xu helped him smooth the hair on his back, thinking that it was better to be a dog. The idea is simple, if you are good to it, it will be good to you. It is not as complicated as the human heart.
After staying with the old yellow dog for a while, Wang Xu got up and left, heading towards the kitchen where the smell of herbs came from.
When I got to the kitchen, I saw that there was only one scholar in there, taking a nap while keeping the fire and cooking medicine.
When Wang Xu entered, the guy could hardly open his eyes and said in a daze: "Brother Wang, you are back."
"Who are you making medicine for?" Wang Xu asked casually, then put the supper he brought back on the table, and said: "I brought you some food, sweet and sour fish, Dongpo elbow, braised pork ribs,
Pepper chicken, seafood custard, meatball casserole, cumin-fried lamb, and braised lion head, I don’t know if they are to your liking.”
"It suits your appetite, as long as there is meat." Hearing that there was something delicious, the sleepy Wencai suddenly became energized with new energy.
Wang Xu sat on a chair nearby, looking at Wencai who was hurriedly looking for bowls and chopsticks, and said, "You haven't told me yet, who is this medicine for?"
"It's for my uncle. When I came back with the master, I found that my uncle had a high fever. I heard from the master that it seemed to be caused by a weak fire attacking the heart, plus physical and mental exhaustion. He had a fever when he was blown by the cold wind at night." Wen Cai said this, and then suddenly
Thinking that Wang Xu was here with Taoist Priest Simu, he quickly added: "It's okay. Master said that after a few doses of medicine, uncle will be fine."
"That's good, you boil the medicine first, and I'll go over and take a look." Wang Xu left the kitchen and went straight to the guest room where the four-eyed Taoist priest lived.
The lights were on in the guest room, and Uncle Ying was sitting on the edge of the bed, diagnosing the pulse of Taoist priest Si Mu.
As the saying goes, there is no separation of medical disciplines. Most of the Taoist priests who travel around the world have different skills, and Uncle Ying can be said to be the best among them.
"Uncle Ying, is Taoist Master okay?" Wang Xu walked in quietly and asked softly.
Uncle Ying shook his head slightly, stuffed Taoist Simu's hand back into the quilt, and said: "It's okay, I'm just tired. I'll be fine after resting for three to five days. By the way, you don't have to worry about the black-haired zombies. I
Disciple Fei Bao is in the north, I will send him a letter and he will be able to handle this matter. You can rest here for a few more days."
When talking about Fei Bao, Uncle Ying's eyes flashed with pride, and he was obviously very satisfied with this great apprentice.
After all, for the master, the eldest disciple and the youngest disciple are always the two who put in the most effort.
Moreover, before Fei Bao learned Taoism, he was Uncle Ying's nephew. Combined with the two relationships, Fei Bao, who was extremely talented in Taoism, could be said to be the successor of Uncle Ying's mantle.
"Uncle Ying has a good apprentice, and he has a successor!" Wang Xu also expressed his heartfelt praise when he heard that Uncle Ying's apprentice Fei Bao could handle the zombies that even Taoist Master Four Eyes could not deal with.
Uncle Ying waved his hands repeatedly and said that Fei Bao was still far from enough.
In fact, he himself didn't even notice it, he was already smiling like a madam in a brothel when she saw her guests.
"Let's go out first and let junior brother sleep a little longer." Uncle Ying, whose face was glowing, brought Wang Xu to the living room.
In the living room, Wencai had already laid out the food and wine, and they were eating secretly when they came in.
"Sneaky, what are you doing?" Seeing Wencai standing in front of the table, shaking his butt and not knowing what he was doing, Uncle Ying started to scold him.
Wencai hurriedly turned around, his mouth full of corn kernels shipped home like a mouse in autumn, and hesitantly said: "Master, Brother Wang has brought back a lot of delicious food, look at it!"
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"Eat, eat, eat, you know how to eat all day long, and you have eaten all the food before the guests are served!" Uncle Ying walked forward quickly, looked up at the table, frowned, and whispered.
Said: "There are so many dishes, isn't it too expensive?"
Uncle Ying is very capable, but strictly speaking, he is not considered a rich man, and he is not even as wealthy as Taoist Master Simu.
If nothing else, the following seven disciples are not a small number if they eat horse chews.
After all, practicing Taoism consumes a lot of money and resources, and Uncle Ying loves his apprentices. The cinnabar and yellow paper used by several apprentices to practice drawing talismans is not a small amount every day.
Now that the disciples are getting older, you have to prepare two kinds of magical weapons for the disciples, otherwise they will have nothing to do with them.
In this way, Uncle Ying's income is high, and his expenses are also high. His daily food and clothing expenses can only be said to be average. Compared with Taoist Priest Si Mu who has to eat four dishes for breakfast, he is as poor as his grandma's family.
"It's not too expensive. Eight dishes are just right for the four of us. It's a pity that the Taoist priest is sick, otherwise it would be fun to eat together." Wang Xu brought the food and wine himself, and of course he was not polite. He sat down and told the two of them to eat quickly.
Uncle Ying refused, and sat down next to Wang Xu, and said: "Master Ren, a big family in the town, his father wants to move his grave. Tomorrow he invites me to drink foreign tea and discuss the matter of moving the grave. Tomorrow you and I
go together."
"Foreign tea?" Wang Xulu was stunned for a moment, then he thought that Uncle Ying was embarrassed to eat his tea, so he planned to take him back to drink it tomorrow.
However, Wang Xu soon laughed in his heart and thought to himself: "I have carried away the body of Mr. Ren a long time ago. You can't move the tomb. It's better to build a tomb..."