"Master, why is this happening?" The woman's hand froze in mid-air, wondering why Uncle Nine was stopping her.
"These three spirit infants clash with your birth chart and are not suitable for pregnant women to nurture. You should choose one of the following instead." Uncle Nine's eyes darted around, and he found a reason to discourage the woman.
The woman hesitated for a moment, seemingly accepting the explanation, and then continued choosing. Finally, she picked one that caught her eye and took it.
Lin Yu stared at the woman's departing figure. He had a feeling that this woman was not simple; she was as gentle as water.
A mark appeared between his brows, and his Heavenly Eye opened. Under the Heavenly Eye, the woman appeared no different from a normal person.
Lin Yu frowned. If Heavenly Eye couldn't see anything wrong, then it could only mean that she was indeed an ordinary person.
In the original story, she was probably turned into a puppet by a demonic infant, which is why she became a demon.
Now that the demonic infant is gone, things shouldn't be so troublesome anymore.
Now that the story has begun, we should be able to see Master's former lover soon.
Watching Wen Cai and Qiu Sheng's master practicing in the courtyard, Lin Yu couldn't help but chuckle mischievously.
"Brother Dao, I've heard that zombies have appeared in Tengteng Town!"
In the afternoon, because Taoist Huang came to visit, Uncle Nine specially gave Wen Cai Qiu Sheng half a day off.
"Don't worry about them there. Just leave them alone as long as they don't leave the town."
Uncle Nine had originally planned to take some time to deal with the zombies, but after hearing about the grand plan of the founders, he decided to hold back.
"Brother Dao, good and evil have always been irreconcilable. Those zombies are still a threat to the surrounding people!" Taoist Huang advised.
Uncle Nine pondered for a moment, then lowered his voice. "To be honest, this involves a major event concerning the entire Spirit Illusion Realm, so..."
Uncle Nine didn't say everything, but any intelligent person could understand the implications.
"Since you've said so, brother, I will naturally say no more," said the Taoist Huang, clasping his hands in greeting, though worry still lingered in his eyes.
Uncle Nine noticed Taoist Huang's worry and comforted him, "Don't worry, my elders have already set up an array there. As long as no one goes in to disrupt it, those zombies will definitely not be able to escape."
The Taoist Huang was finally relieved. "With you here, brother, there should be no problem."
At that moment, Wen Cai Qiu Sheng, who were supposed to be resting, walked in with a little girl pushing a bicycle.
"Master, there's business!" Qiu Sheng was the first to run over and explain to Uncle Nine.
"What kind of business?" Uncle Nine looked up at his two apprentices, who had only been quiet for a short while but were already restless again.
"Ah..." Qiu Sheng was taken aback by the question. He had been so busy running over to deliver the message that he hadn't had a chance to ask yet. "Master, let me ask first." Then he ran to the little girl.
"Miss, please tell me what you need from my master. I am his personal disciple..."
While Qiu Sheng was still rambling on about how he was praising himself, Wen Cai had already led the little girl straight toward Uncle Nine.
"Master, this young lady says she has something urgent to discuss with you," Wen Cai said respectfully.
Qiu Sheng realized that Wen Cai had messed things up again when he saw that no one was behind him.
"What can I do for you?" Uncle Nine asked, sipping the chrysanthemum tea that Wen Cai had brewed.
"Uncle Nine, my brother-in-law has recently contracted a very strange illness, and my sister hopes you can go and see him," the little girl said anxiously.
"What's your sister's name?" Qiu Sheng asked, curious about which woman knew his master.
"My sister's name is Mi Qilian," the little girl replied with a smile.
"It's Sister Lian!" Upon hearing this, Uncle Nine immediately put down his teacup, a complex emotion flashing in his eyes.
Wen Cai and Qiu Sheng keenly noticed the form of address, exchanged a glance, and tacitly understood each other's meaning.
"What's your name?" Qiu Sheng asked curiously about the little girl's name.
The little girl blinked and gave a playful smile, "My name is Nianjiao."
(Let's keep the names consistent, otherwise Uncle Nine will have to change his name every day)
Hearing the name "Nianjiao" instantly confirmed their suspicions.
"Nian" means to miss or think, so why not call her Nianqiu or Niancai, but Nianjiao?
"Or you could call her 'Nianjing' (chanting scriptures)," Wen Cai immediately chimed in, adding seriously, "Why does it have to be 'Nianjiao' (chanting beauty)?"
"Yeah, why? It doesn't make sense." The two teased their master, one after the other.
Uncle Nine, being Uncle Nine, remained unfazed by his disciples' teasing. He turned to Taoist Huang, clasped his hands in a fist salute, and said, "Fellow Daoist, I apologize for the poor hospitality. I will take my leave now."
"Brother, you're too kind. Saving lives is the priority. Let's talk another day." After saying this, the Taoist Huang didn't linger and got up to leave.
"Where's your junior brother?" Uncle Nine looked around. It had been half a day, and there was still no sign of that kid Lin Yu.
"I don't know, I haven't seen him all morning." The two shook their heads; how could they possibly know where their junior brother was?
"Martial Uncle Huang, wait a minute!" Lin Yu ran out at this moment.
Upon hearing this, the Taoist Huang stopped and turned around.
"Martial Uncle Huang, this is what Master asked me to give you." Lin Yu quickly stepped forward and handed over a jade pendant engraved with strange runes.
The Taoist Huang took the jade pendant, his brows furrowed slightly as he carefully examined the patterns on it.
As he lightly brushed his fingers across the runes, a flash of red light suddenly appeared.
"Brother Dao, this is too precious for me to accept," Taoist Huang hurriedly declined. It was indeed a powerful magical artifact, and he couldn't accept something for nothing.
Uncle Nine glanced at Lin Yu. Although he didn't know what the kid was up to, since it was his disciple who wanted to give it to him, he stepped in and advised, "Fellow Daoist, just take it. You always travel all over the country; having a protective item will keep you safe."
Upon hearing this, the Taoist Huang pondered for a moment, then nodded solemnly. "Since you are so kind, brother, I shall accept it. I will return the jade pendant intact when we meet again."
The ritual implement was a Daoist priest's third arm. When Taoist Huang saw that Uncle Nine insisted on giving it to him, he no longer refused. However, he did not accept it, but promised to return it later.
After saying this, he put the jade pendant into his pocket and bowed to his Uncle Nine in farewell.
"What are you up to, kid?" After seeing off the Taoist Huang, Uncle Nine pulled Lin Yu aside and asked.
"I saw that Martial Uncle Huang had the will to subdue demons, but I was also afraid that he might have the will but not the ability, so I made a jade pendant for him," Lin Yu explained.
"Isn't it the one the patriarch gave you?" Uncle Nine hadn't looked closely just now, but he was afraid that his disciple might impulsively give away the one the patriarch had given him.
"How could that be? Do you think I'm that stupid?" Lin Yu quickly waved his hand. "This is a replica I made myself based on my ancestor's jade pendant. Although its power is not as great as the real thing, it should be enough for self-defense."
After studying the jade pendant for a year, Lin Yu finally grasped its mysteries.
Although he couldn't use the power of laws to inscribe it, he had the "Heaven-Reaching Talisman," so Lin Yu directly used the "Heaven-Reaching Talisman" to inscribe the talisman into the jade pendant.
Furthermore, the "Heaven-Reaching Talisman" has another advantage: the talismans can be stacked. Therefore, Lin Yu stacked hundreds of talismans in that jade pendant, which is why he was nowhere to be seen all afternoon.