Chapter 90 Day Travel to the Underworld, Nine Uncle Fighting

"Uncle Jiu, Uncle Jiu is not good! It's life." Uncle Jiu, who had just returned home, was called out by the militia captain Awei before he could take a break.

"What's the matter!" Uncle Jiu looked at the stretcher carried in by A Wei's men and asked impatiently.

"Uncle Jiu, look." Awei said, opening the white cloth covered on the stretcher, revealing the body lying on it.

"Hmm!" Uncle Jiu took a look at the deceased, and then took two steps forward to lift up his other white cloth.

Seeing that Uncle Jiu was checking the body, A Wei said aside; "Uncle Jiu! The forensic doctor said that their blood had been taken away before they died. Uncle Jiu, you are an aide. I want you to see if they were killed by zombies? After saying this, Awei added another sentence and said, "Uncle Jiu, these people seem to have been painted with patterns on their eyebrows!"

Uncle Jiu looked at these bloodless dead people and the marks in the middle of his eyebrows, shook his head and said firmly, "It's not zombies, because although zombies suck blood, they only drink the blood of people's hearts and will not absorb all the blood on people." As Uncle Jiu said, he raised the chin of a male body. The deceased was about 30 years old, with a smile on his face, as if he had seen something happy before he died. Uncle Jiu looked at the strange smile on the deceased's face and the unknown pattern and said to A Wei, "Look at their expressions. The expressions on each of these faces are smiling. This shows that they didn't see zombies before they died, otherwise they wouldn't laugh.

After listening to Uncle Jiu's explanation, Awei asked doubtfully, "Uncle Jiu, who made that! I have been in the army for so many years, but I have never heard of this way of death!"

Uncle Jiu looked at the bodies and said to Wencai beside him, "Wencai, go and count and see how many people have died?"

"Oh," Wen Cai answered, came forward to count and said, "Master, there are twelve people, six men and six women, old and young, and they all died with a smile."

"Six men and six women, old and young!" As the ninth uncle said, he checked it again. After checking, Uncle Jiu looked at the blue sky above his head and shook his head and said, "What a misfortune! Awei, I'm afraid we met our peers this time!"

Seeing her cousin coming, Ren Tingting, who had just come out, said after listening to Uncle Jiu's words, "Peer! Uncle Jiu, what do you mean by that? Didn't these people bite to death by my grandfather?

Uncle Jiu sighed, "It's easy for your grandfather to do!" Unfortunately, it's not! Some of these people are still wearing pajamas, which is obviously tricked by people in their sleep. If I guess correctly, these people should all be born in the lunar calendar, which will be harmed.

Wen Cai looked at these smiling bodies and couldn't help shivering; "Master, who is going to hurt them? And what's the use of hurting them?"

Uncle Jiu walked around these corpses while thinking and answering: "These people are yin, and there are many forbidden arts in my Taoist family that will use them. And it is the soul art that is so inhumane and draws spells in the middle of the eyebrows.

"Return to the Soul! That sounds great!" Wen Cai said with a face of agreement.

Uncle Jiu explained, "The full name of this spell is the restitution of the soul, and twelve people need to be sacrificed to replace this person to report to the underworld. As long as the spell is completed, the soul of the newly dead person can be forcibly summoned back from hell. At that time, if you cooperate with other spells, you can make the summoned person become a half-dead and half-human existence. However, this method is harmful to the heaven and peace. Without a certain Taoist practice, it can't be used.

"Master, can you use this spell?" Wen Cai asked curiously.

Uncle Jiu shook his head and said, "No, this spell is harmful. In our generation, the master has not passed it down at all." After saying this, Uncle Jiu said with a little uncertainly: "I won't, but the eldest brother should know something, because he is in charge of Maoshan. The prohibition of reading by those doormen is nothing to him at all. If he has a heart, he should be able to know one or two."

Awei looked at Uncle Jiu with a cautious face and asked, "Uncle Jiu, what should we do? The death of these people is unclear. We have no clue at all!"

Uncle Jiu listened and replied with a smile, "Who said there was no clue?"

"Uncle Jiu, everyone who saw this is dead. Where can we find the murderer!" Awei asked carefully.

Uncle Jiu straightened his clothes and asked Awei's men to carry these bodies into Yizhuang and replied, "When people die, their souls will return to hell, and this person's souls are sent by casting spells. As long as we move fast enough, we will definitely stop them before they cross the yin and yang world. And as long as you stop them, won't it be clear who did it then!" After saying this, Uncle Jiu shouted to Wen Cai: "Wen Cai, go to prepare the bill. I'm going to open the altar and travel to the underworld to get justice for them."

After the screen retreated, Uncle Jiu only left a literary talent in the room. At this time, Uncle Jiu was dressed in a brand-new apricot-yellow Taoist robe, wearing a heavenly crown and said to Wen Cai beside him, "I lit a soul-intracting incense in the incense burner in front of me. Remember, if I don't come back before this incense is burned, you can't touch me with your hand, but hit me on the soul flag. Remember, be sure to wake me up, otherwise you will be in trouble if I don't come back after a while, okay?

Wen Cai held a soul flag with Uncle Jiu's name and asked puzzledly, "Master, you can't come back. Why am I in trouble!"

Uncle Jiu pinched the secret and said, "The teacher and Judge Lu are good friends. You should know that this relationship can't be lost anywhere. So if I really miss a moment in hell, I'm sure he won't make it too difficult for me. But you are different. If you know that you are disobedient, hey, think about the consequences yourself!"

Hearing this, Wen Cai said with a bitter face; "Ah! No way! The underworld is also doing this!"

Uncle Jiu lit the candle on the incense burner with a Taoist charm and said, "Of course! Otherwise, what do you usually burn with the paper money? I'm going down to make some connections! Well, I'm leaving. After my soul enters hell, you have to throw more paper money into the brazier. If it's missing, I'm afraid it's not enough.

Wencai picked up a handful of paper money and threw it in the brazier and said, "Oh, don't worry, master, I will definitely burn more paper money for you so that you can be beautiful in the underworld."

"Bastard, can I use that money! I didn't use it, but with those ghosts. Uncle Jiu cursed angrily, and then his head lowered and lost his breath.

"Master, master?" Wen Cai looked at Uncle Jiu and exclaimed.

"What are you doing?" Uncle Jiu looked up and asked.

Seeing that Uncle Jiu raised his head, Wen Cai said happily, "Master, you really have the ability!" I can't believe I came back so soon!"

"What are you talking about! I haven't gone yet!" Uncle Jiu replied helplessly.

Wen Cai said strangely, "Master, did you just now?"

Uncle Jiu pointed to Wencai and scolded with a smile, "I'm looking for a feeling!" This also needs to be asked, you are really a matter!" After saying this, Uncle Jiu's head tilted and lost his voice again.

Looking at Uncle Jiu's appearance, Wen Cai threw a few more pieces of paper money into the fire basin, and then took the soul banner and whispered to Uncle Jiu's position; "Master, Master?"

"What are you doing?" Uncle Jiu looked up and looked at Wen Cai again.

Wen Cai looked at Uncle Jiu's eyes and waved quickly, "It's okay, it's okay, go quickly, go quickly."

"Where to go?" Uncle Jiu stood up, then worshipped the incense candle and extinguished the incense that had just been burned.

Master, aren't you going to the underworld? You can rest assured." Wen Cai said with a smile.

Uncle Jiu took the soul flag in Wencai's hand and hit Wen Cai's head fiercely and said, "What else! When you die, I'll go down to see you."

Wen Cai rubbed his beaten head and said strangely, "Master, you won't go to those ghosts!"

Uncle Jiu threw all the previous into the brazier and said without raising his head, "It's over. I'm back!"

"So fast!" Wen Cai said strangely.

After burning the paper money, Uncle Jiu said while packing up his things: "One day in the sky, one year in the world, one day in the world, one year in hell. I've been in hell for two days, and it's fast! You should be serious about your homework in the future. Don't understand anything. Otherwise, it's not only you who will be ashamed, but also I, a master, will lose face.

Hearing this, Wen Cai quickly ran to Uncle Jiu's body and asked while patting Uncle Jiu's shoulder while asking, "Master, how's the question going?"

Uncle Jiu relaxed his body and said, "Those ghosts have been erased. I checked them with spells and found that they only remember one thing, that is, the eighth day of February and some accurate birthdays. The eighth day of February is the day when Sakyamuni's monks. But I think he must have nothing to do with Buddhism. It should be the birthday of the person who was enchanted by magic.

Wen Cai asked while packing up the bill with Uncle Jiu, "Master, why do we still play with the altar of law! Are these still useful?"

Uncle Jiu quickly set up the bill and said, "It's useful. If I know the accurate date of birth, I can fight with the mage who uses soul summoning on this basis. At that time, he will not be out of my eyes.

After cleaning up the altar, Uncle Jiu wrote down the eight characters of his birthday on a yellow charm with a red pen, folded the yellow paper into the shape of a paper man and soaked it in a basin.

Looking at the paper man put into the water, Uncle Jiu shook the magic bell and said, "The spirit of heaven and earth, Maoshan charm shows the spirit, stand-in." With Uncle Jiu's words, the paper man who was put into the water was like a drowning, struggling in the basin, but the copper basin was as smooth as a mirror, and there was no place to grab. Therefore, although the paper man is constantly struggling, it has no effect at all and can't climb the copper basin at all.

A few miles away from Yizhuang, there is a cave. At this time, flags are planted everywhere in this small cave. In the innermost position, there is a stone platform paved with yellow cloth. On the stone platform, there is a person lying on it. The man lay on the stone platform and struggled constantly, as if he had encountered some danger.

There is a bill in front of the stone platform that is the same as Uncle Jiu, on which there are various magic weapons and sacrifices. Seeing the young man struggling, the mage who sat cross-legged behind the bill frowned, then picked up a yellow charm on the table and flew the yellow charm to the young man.

"Where did the wild monkey come from! How dare you make trouble with me! Humph, he played a big knife in front of Guan Gong and wanted to fight with me, but he didn't see if his Taoism was enough!" After flying in front of the young man, the mage seemed to be soaked in water, shouted angrily, and then stood up.