Chapter 1: Acting as an Expert in Front of Uncle Nine, How Thrilling!

"Good people really do get rewarded," Zhang Cheng sighed.

He was originally an ordinary person, quite handsome, with sword-like brows and star-bright eyes; plus, he exercised often, so his physique was fairly toned.

He grew up in the village eating food from a hundred families, attended an ordinary university, found a job that barely made ends meet, left at seven or eight in the morning, and couldn't return until eight or nine at night; his life was one that could be seen to its end at a single glance.

But one day, he saved someone who had fallen into the water, suffered a cramp himself, and sank; just as he was wondering if good people really were rewarded, he obtained a System, arrived in another world, and gained a new life.

However, this was the Republican era, Ren Family Town was not far away, and this world was not simple—there were ghosts, zombies, and Daoist priests; it was extremely dangerous.

But there was no need to worry too much; as long as he found Uncle Nine, he could naturally turn danger into safety. He knew Uncle Nine lived at the righteous manor, though he didn't know how to get there; he remembered the System prompted him that he had 100 merit points, so now he could only rely on the System.

"Host: Zhang Cheng"

"Occupation: Commoner"

"Level: None"

"Strength: 1.2 (Average for a normal adult is 1)"

"Physique: 1.1"

"Agility: 1"

"Intelligence: 1"

"Cultivation Method: None"

"Equipment: None"

"Merit: 100"

Zhang Cheng looked at his data; it was alright, not bad among ordinary people. After a moment of reflection, he immediately clicked on the merit shop. The variety of items inside was dazzling, though there were few he could afford.

There were only a few things he could afford: a yellow Daoist robe, 30 merit points, possessing a trace of evil-warding power, capable of causing damage to ghosts or blocking damage, at most once. It could be recharged for 10 merit points.

A hundred-year-old peach wood sword, 50 merit points, possessing two traces of evil-warding power, capable of causing damage to ghosts, and could be used twice. It could be recharged for 10 merit points.

The rest were talismans; common ones like evil-warding, zombie-suppressing, and demon-driving only cost 10 merit points. As for others with great power, the cheapest were at least 50 each—deadly expensive!

Additionally, there were ordinary martial arts; one manual only cost 20 points.

For the sake of his own safety, Zhang Cheng had no choice but to first exchange for a Daoist robe and a peach wood sword. Dealing with ordinary ghosts would definitely be no problem; even if it were a fierce ghost, if he couldn't win, he could still run.

This 100 merit was not enough at all. Zhang Cheng thought for a moment and had a thought in his heart: System, how can I obtain merit?

The System immediately provided a series of names, with Master Ren at the very top. He immediately checked Master Ren; there were two tasks to obtain merit on him.

1: Prevent Old Master Ren from biting Master Ren to death; can obtain 200 merit points.

2: Kill the corpse-changed Master Ren; can obtain 100 merit points.

Upon seeing these two tasks, he didn't even need to think; he would definitely choose to do the first one. However, these two tasks didn't need to be accepted, which made Zhang Cheng feel it was more like a choice.

Zhang Cheng naturally chose the first one: save Master Ren. First, it was 200 merit points, with which he could exchange for a basic cultivation method. The other was that his current identity was a Daoist priest, and he didn't have a penny in his pocket; if he put on a show and reasoned with Master Ren, he could not only save Master Ren's life but also receive a fee—killing two birds with one stone.

Zhang Cheng looked at his own attire; although he was a young Daoist priest, he had the real deal in his hands.

He held his head high and chest out, looked at the town in the distance, and strode forward. A moment later, Zhang Cheng entered Ren Family Town.

Ren Family Town was very prosperous; there were many shops in the town, and there were quite a few merchants coming and going; the streets were bustling with noise and excitement, with a constant stream of carriages and horses—very lively.

As Zhang Cheng walked along the stone-paved street in his Daoist robe, the nearby commoners would clear a path to avoid bumping into him. The purpose of Zhang Cheng's trip was to find Master Ren.

Master Ren's home was still easy to recognize; after all, it was the twentieth year of the Republic, and Master Ren's home in the town was in a Western style, built in the form of a mansion, making it very eye-catching.

Zhang Cheng soon found Master Ren's home. He saw Qiusheng and Wencai using possession talismans to tease Captain A-Wei. He did not step forward to stop them, and before long, he saw Uncle Nine come out and discipline his two disciples.

Zhang Cheng immediately stepped forward quickly and said to the Master Ren who had walked out, "Master Ren, I see your forehead is dark; I fear you are in danger of losing your life in the near future."

When Master Ren saw that Zhang Cheng was so young, he frowned and said in a serious tone, "Young man, you shouldn't speak nonsense, hmm!"

Uncle Nine, who was to the side, also stopped his steps; he wanted to see what kind of person dared to act mysterious in front of him. Qiusheng and Wencai also followed to watch the fun.

Zhang Cheng said unhurriedly, "I heard that Master Ren recently exhumed Old Master Ren's coffin to find a new auspicious feng shui site, but I saw that the coffin was emitting corpse Qi. In my opinion, Old Master Ren has already become a zombie."

Uncle Nine, who was to the side, was greatly surprised; the young man before him had said it exactly right. Wencai also said in surprise, "Master, how did he know about this?"

Uncle Nine immediately told Wencai to shut up; he intended to listen further.

When Master Ren saw Zhang Cheng say this, he quickly looked at Uncle Nine and asked, "Uncle Nine, is what he said true?"

Uncle Nine said in a deep voice, "Correct, this fellow Daoist is quite right. Old Master Ren has already become a zombie, which is why I placed the coffin at the righteous manor."

Zhang Cheng said from the side, "People are divided into good and bad; corpses are divided into dead bodies and zombies."

Wencai immediately interjected, "People are also divided into men and women!"

The corner of Uncle Nine's eye twitched; he immediately slapped Wencai on the head and whispered, "No one will treat you as a mute if you don't speak."

Zhang Cheng continued, "A person is a good person because they strive for success, and a bad person because they don't; a dead body is a dead body because it has swallowed its last breath, while a zombie is precisely because it has gained an extra breath."

Not only that, the Dragonfly-Touching-Water site was originally a top-tier site, but the feng shui master back then acted maliciously and destroyed this feng shui site, causing Yin energy to stagnate instead, turning it into a corpse-raising ground.

Fortunately, that feng shui master had a conscience and told your family to move it after twenty years. If it had been longer, once this zombie's cultivation became profound, even the gods would find it hard to save you.

Once that zombie wakes up, it will immediately sense its closest kin, but because its brain is not clear, plus its instinct to suck blood, Master Ren will definitely have a bloody disaster. If you go to this Daoist priest's righteous manor to hide for a while now, only after the priest destroys the zombie can this disaster be avoided."

Upon hearing this, Master Ren looked at Uncle Nine again. Uncle Nine couldn't help but nod and say, "This little brother is right. If the zombie runs from my righteous manor, Master Ren is indeed in mortal danger."

When Master Ren heard this, he gasped; he complained a bit, "Uncle Nine, why didn't you tell me sooner?"

Qiusheng immediately said, "Master Ren, don't worry, my master has already performed rites to trap that zombie; don't worry." After saying this, he gave Zhang Cheng a provocative look.

Zhang Cheng said unhurriedly, "I assume the priest used ink-marked lines to form a magical net to trap the coffin. I wonder if this inescapable net was applied completely? The bottom of the coffin is the easiest place to overlook."

Uncle Nine recalled carefully; he hadn't checked the coffin thoroughly, as he had left the matter to Qiusheng and Wencai. They were usually sloppy, but they were quite serious when doing things, so he looked at Qiusheng and Wencai.

Qiusheng and Wencai looked at each other; they weren't sure themselves.

Uncle Nine snorted coldly; truly, comparing people only makes one angry! The young man before him was so excellent at such a young age, while his two disciples were still unreliable after practicing for so long.

Uncle Nine had no choice but to say, "Master Ren, why don't you take Tingting and stay at my righteous manor for a few days, how about that?"

Master Ren was also panicked and quickly agreed. He immediately apologized to Zhang Cheng, "Daoist priest, please don't take offense; I was reckless just now. Someone, bring the priest some thank-you gifts immediately!"

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(End of this chapter)