I Work Hard to Become a Disciple of Uncle Jiu

In the troubled times of the Republic of China, demons were rampant. Chen Mo woke up and became an apprentice at the coffin shop in Renjia Town. There is no system, no powers, just vague memories of zombie movies from the past life and the fear of death. When the first white-haired walking corpse broke out of the coffin, its sharp claws tore through the rainy night, and the fishy wind of death hit us. When he was on the verge of death, Chen Mo gritted his teeth, stained the talisman with blood, and ignited his only hope of life - asking Uncle Jiu of Yizhuang for help! Uncle Jiu arrived in time to subjugate the demon and slay the evil spirits, but he shook his head at this young man who was closed-minded and had no talent for monasticism: "You have mediocre qualifications and a narrow escape from death on the road to monasticism." Chen Mo was covered in blood and fell to his knees, with determination like a lone wolf in his eyes: "Disciple is not afraid of death, I'm just afraid of dying worthless! Please give me a way to live, Master!" That deep-seated will to survive touched Uncle Jiu. He became Uncle Jiu's registered disciple and lived in the Yizhuang woodshed. Others drew the talisman once, but he wasted hundreds of pieces of yellow paper, and his fingers were bruised and bleeding. His brothers laughed at his clumsiness, and he practiced the sword alone late at night until he lost strength and passed out. Sweat, blood, falling and getting up again and again are his only "talent". On the night when Old Master Ren was transformed into a corpse, the ink line broke and Uncle Nine was in danger. This disciple who had been ridiculed as "the worst" dragged his injured leg and used his mortal body as a shield to block the deadly black corpse claws! The moment the blood soaked the Taoist robe, Uncle Jiu tearfully handed over the jade pendant passed down to him.