Since the master and apprentice did not avoid others in their conversation, Ren Fa finally felt relieved after hearing this and thanked him repeatedly: "Thank you, Uncle Ninth, thank you, Uncle Ninth."
Uncle Jiu raised his hand and said seriously: "No thanks, hurry up and open the coffin. I want to see the body of Mr. Ren."
Ren Fa nodded slightly and glanced at Ren Quan. The latter immediately ordered the servants to dig the grave and hang the coffin as if he was following the holy will.
"Master, why is this coffin placed vertically?" Qiu Sheng asked curiously as he watched more than ten people working together to use levers to pull the wooden coffin out of the ground.
"The dragonfly touches the water hole. You can't bury it horizontally, you can only bury it in a legal way. The so-called legal burial means placing the coffin upright." Uncle Jiu explained.
Ren Fa said: "That's what the Feng Shui master said at the beginning. Uncle Jiu, you just said that the other party had tampered with this tomb. I wonder where the tamper was?"
Uncle Jiu pointed to the cement on the graveyard and said: "Don't use cement to cover the dragonfly's water hole, otherwise the spiritual energy inside will not be released. How can it feed back to your family? Even because the spiritual energy accumulated over the years cannot be released, it will be fed back to the old man's body.
, it is very possible to cause the corpse to channel spirits..."
Ren Fa was surprised: "What does corpse channeling mean?"
"It means turning into a zombie." Qin Yao suddenly said.
Ren Fa: "..."
Ren Tingting: "..."
"Sir, the coffin has been brought out. Do you want to open the coffin now?" While the father and daughter were still in a state of confusion, Ren Quan came to their side and asked.
"Boom, boom, boom..."
Just as Ren Fagan was about to speak, a flock of crows suddenly flew out of the distant mountains and forests, and their shrill cries pierced the sky, causing him to suddenly tremble.
"It's all up to Uncle Ninth!"
Uncle Jiu glanced at the group of crows from a distance, frowned slightly, and said in a deep voice: "Everyone, today is the day when Taigong Ren will see the light of day again. Anyone aged twenty-two, thirty-five, thirty-six, or forty-eight
, those born in the Year of the Rooster or Ox, please turn around and avoid them!"
In the crowd, seven or eight people turned around, including men and women.
Uncle Jiu nodded, and then said: "Escape is complete, tidy up your clothes, and prepare to open the coffin."
Everyone turned around and saw four young men standing at the four corners of the coffin, waiting for instructions.
"Open the coffin!" Uncle Jiu glanced at the sky and said in a deep voice.
Four young men immediately leaned over, one of them grabbed a corner of the coffin lid and lifted it with force.
"Shua..." At this time, a piece of black air visible to the naked eye flew out of the coffin and quickly disappeared into the void.
Qin Yao followed the others and looked into the coffin, only to see a corpse wearing Qing Dynasty official robes lying flat in the center of the coffin. If his cheeks were not black and his eyes were tightly closed, he would have looked the same as a living person.
"The corpse has been transformed." Qin Yao said solemnly.
Ren Fa, who was about to kneel down and cry bitterly, heard this and retreated quickly as if he had been stung by a scorpion.
Uncle Jiu: "..."
Ren Tingting: "..."
"Zombie transformation, have you turned into a zombie?" Soon, Ren Tingting, who felt that her father was a little embarrassed, asked.
"Yes." Qin Yao said with certainty.
As someone who has accepted the "advanced ideas" of the West, Ren Tingting has always been skeptical of these gods and ghosts, so her lack of fear comes more from her disbelief. As long as zombies don't jump in front of her, she can do it.
To fearlessness: “What should we do now?”
"Cremation on the spot is the best option." Qin Yao said without hesitation: "The corpse has been burned to ashes, so there is no need to worry about the consequences of the transformation."
"No!" Ren Fa said suddenly: "My father was most afraid of fire. If he was cremated today, wouldn't it be unfilial?"
Qin Yao glanced at him and said with a smile, "It's up to you."
If he continued to persuade him with good words, Ren Fa might stick to his point of view, but his look like I don't care if you die made Ren Fa feel so unsure that he asked Uncle Jiu in a low voice: "Uncle Jiu"
,what do you think?"
"He is right." Uncle Jiu pointed at Qin Yao and said to Ren Fa earnestly: "Once the corpse turns into a zombie, there will no longer be any talk of father-son affection. Even because they come from the same source, your blood is not good for him.
Saying it is more attractive will cause him to be disadvantageous to you."
"Burn!" Hearing this, Ren Fa said decisively.
Uncle Jiu: "..."
Um.
Filial piety is touching.
"Bang!"
Suddenly, something no one expected happened. The old man, who was lying in the coffin, suddenly opened his eyes, jumped out of the coffin like a spring, and stabbed Uncle Jiu who was closest to him with his shiny black nails.
Judging from Uncle Jiu's strength, it is not difficult to dodge, but the problem is that these people from the Ren family are too close to him. If he dodges, it is estimated that many people will be injured by Mr. Ren, and even
Beat to death.
At the critical moment, he was ready to sacrifice his life to save others.
Anyway, there are people under Maoshan. Even if they are really dead, they can find an official position in the underworld after death. Then they will find a way to protect the three apprentices in the human world.
"boom!"
However, before he could confront Mr. Ren, a huge black shadow passed by him and struck Mr. Ren hard in the chest with a fist like a mountain.
Mr. Ren's body was instantly beaten into a bow shape, and a pair of blood-red eyes almost jumped out of their sockets. After a moment, his body was quickly thrown backward like a kite with its string broken.
Uncle Jiu: "..."
call.
Damn it, he almost forgot that his three apprentices are not as useless as the other two apprentices, and it is completely unreasonable to torture zombies.
Qin Yao took a big step, came to Mr. Ren before he could get up, kicked him hard in the face, and with a loud bang, smashed his head into the mountain.
"Bang, bang, bang."
One kick after another, and soon nothing could be seen above Mr. Ren's neck. Among the crowd, Ren Fa's lips trembled, and he looked at Uncle Jiu pleadingly: "Uncle Jiu, please give my father a good time."
Seeing Mr. Ren being tortured with blood, Uncle Jiu felt happy, so he nodded and quickly came behind Qin Yao: "Okay, Qin Yao, let me handle the rest of the matter."
Qin Yao finally stamped his foot into the pit, feeling that Mr. Ren's head had been crushed by his own feet, and then slowly backed away and handed the body to Uncle Jiu for disposal.
Uncle Jiu took out a piece of talisman paper from his hands and shook it gently. The talisman paper spontaneously ignited without fire, releasing orange flames.
"Ashes to ashes, dust to dust, old man, have a good journey." Uncle Jiu sighed slightly and threw the burning talisman in his hand towards the old man's body.
"Hoo, ho, ho..."
Suddenly, something unexpected happened. A strong wind blew up on the hill, flying sand and rocks, not only destroying Uncle Jiu's talismans, but also blowing many people to and fro.
Qin Yao was not affected. He squinted his eyes and looked towards the wind outlet. He saw an old man with disheveled hair riding the wind and stopped next to Taigong Ren. He reached out and grabbed Taigong's legs and tried to pull him out from the ground.
There was a click.
Taigong Ren's body was pulled out by him, but his head was missing...