My Master is Lin Zhengying

Although Wen Cai is a bit dull, he is not a fool.

Hearing Nan Chen's explanation at this time, he understood.

No wonder Uncle Jiu would stare at him.

He hates iron but not steel. He has been with his master for many years, and he even forgot to give him the basic knowledge of the method.

Naturally, Uncle Jiu would not give him a good face.

Thinking of this, Wencai couldn't help feeling a little guilty.

And Uncle Jiu in front of him has already poured chicken blood.

Started to practice.

Uncle Jiu had a serious expression on his face, changing his hands and making fingerprints.

Whether it's momentum, or fingering, as well as the rhythm and footsteps of that practice.

That's all art.

It is tens of thousands of times stronger than those bluffing and fooling old Nandao in the [-]st century.

At this moment, Uncle Jiu finished the seal and picked up a grain of rice in the rice bowl with his index finger.

When it is burned on the candle, the rice grains are ignited.

Uncle Jiu was not afraid of pain, so he fiddled with it a few times and threw it into the chicken blood bowl in front of the altar.

In an instant, a flame erupted in the bowl of chicken blood.

With a bang, the flames rose.

The entire bowl of chicken blood was ignited with raging flames.

Immediately afterwards, Uncle Jiu picked up a bamboo tube filled with ink and wrapped with gossip seals.

Open the lid and pour the ink inside directly into the chicken blood bowl.

At the same time, he pointed out the sword in his left hand, and silently recited the formula in his mouth.

Mix ink and chicken blood together, and cover the mouth of the bowl with a Tai Chi gossip mirror.

After a few shakes in your hands, pour the chicken blood ink mixture inside.

It dripped directly into the ink fountain on the French table.

Uncle Jiu's series of movements were done in one go, and his movements were smooth.

Without ten or twenty years of skill, it is extremely difficult to do it.

Nan Chen saw all this in his eyes, and naturally knew why Uncle Jiu did this.

That is to use this mixed ink fountain, through the ink fountain line, to play on the coffin.

In this way, the old stick in the coffin, who may cheat the corpse at any time, is suppressed.

Both the ink fountain and the ink have the ability to suppress corpses and suppress evil spirits.

Now it's mixed with chicken blood, and blessed with Jiushu's method, it's even more powerful.

Wen Cai stood between Nan Chen and Qiu Sheng, looked at Mo Dou, and asked again:

"What is this?"

"This is the ink fountain!"

Nan Chen replied subconsciously.

On the other side, Qiu Sheng clearly understood Uncle Jiu's intentions.

One step forward:

"Master, where is this going to be played?"

Uncle Jiu picked up the ink fountain and handed it directly to Qiu Sheng:

"Bouncing on top of the coffin..."

Qiusheng said "oh", and called Wencai to play together.

But when Nan Chen saw this, he immediately grabbed Wen Cai:

"Second senior brother, let me and senior senior brother come!"

Wen Cai was stunned for a moment, then nodded in agreement.

The reason why Nan Chen rushed to do it was because it was in the original book.

The two played the ink fountain line because they were bickering and playing.

I forgot the bottom of the coffin, which led to the old master Ren fraudulently leaving the customs.

Since he crossed over, this BG will naturally block it.

Even if all three of his plans fail, as long as the coffin is sealed.

Don't let Old Master Ren get out of the coffin, and wait for Uncle Jiu to find a new cemetery.