Qiu Sheng rolled his eyes, feeling that what his uncle said to Wencai was definitely a lie. He whispered in a low voice: "Uncle, you don't lie to people, but you lie to ghosts!"
"If I believe you, you are stupider than a ghost!"
Jing Zhou slapped Qiu Sheng in the face and scolded him with a smile: "You kid, go away if you have nothing to do. It's better to stop thinking about messy things."
"If you have nothing to do, go help your senior brother and learn more. There are many people buried here, and there will inevitably be ghosts. If you follow me around, do you want to hit a ghost?"
Qiu Sheng rubbed his hands and said with a smile: "If the ghost is beautiful, like Miss Ren, it would be good to bump into the ghost!"
"As expected of a ruthless person who dares to challenge Brother Caichen. His brain circuitry is very clear and he is not afraid of danger." Jingzhou shook his head and sighed to himself, feeling that Uncle Jiu had definitely done things like kicking down widows' doors and digging graves for extinct families in his previous life.
It's so immoral, otherwise how could I have received these two heart-breaking apprentices.
One couldn't move after seeing the pretty girl, and the other was thinking about something indescribable happening to the female ghost.
At this time, crows screamed strangely and flew out of the forest. Jingzhou turned around and saw that Old Mrs. Ren's coffin had been dug out.
Uncle Jiu's face was solemn, and there was a strange crow when moving the grave, which was not a good sign, and he couldn't help but feel more uneasy.
"Sir, there is such a strong yin energy above the tomb." Ah Jiu called out when Jing Zhou was pregnant.
Ah Jiu is a monster and is extremely sensitive to these ghosts and other things. At this time, in her eyes, there is a trace of black air floating around the coffin, which is somewhat similar to what she has seen in the mass grave before, but also somewhat different.
.
"Well, so there's something wrong with Mr. Ren's body." Jingzhou patted Ah Jiu on the back and said with a smile, "Don't worry, with senior brother here, Mr. Ren's body won't be able to stir up the waves."
"Yin Qi, why didn't I feel it?" Qiu Sheng was stunned and thought to himself, "Didn't my uncle lie to me? Is there really a ghost here?"
Qiu Sheng shuddered, and the more he thought about it, the more frightened he became. Suddenly he felt like there was a pair of green eyes behind him, staring at him, which made him feel terrified.
"Uncle, wait for me!" Qiu Sheng shouted and hurriedly ran towards Jingzhou.
It’s all the fault of Uncle Master, who is so immoral, yet he had to blame Wen Cai last night!
"Everyone, today Ren Gongweiyong appears again. All those who are thirty-six, twenty-two, thirty-five, and forty-eight, and whose zodiac sign is Rooster or Ox, will turn away."
Seeing that the people who needed to be avoided had finished avoiding, Uncle Jiu shouted: "Open the restaurant!"
As soon as the coffin was opened, black air spread out, and a smell worse than feces came out.
Uncle Jiu's face became increasingly serious.
This stench is not what bones that have been buried in coffins for decades should have.
Is something going to happen?
After the smell had dissipated, Jing Zhou came forward from behind.
Old Master Ren was lying in the coffin. His body seemed to have just been buried. There was no sign of decay. His neck was covered with a layer of black hair, like a steamed bun that had been moldy for many days.
"This is a sign that it will become a black zombie," Jing Zhou thought to himself, remembering what Si Mu once said about the division of zombie realms.
After the corpse enters the corpse-raising ground, white hair will gradually grow and cover the whole body, thus becoming white zombie. White zombie is when the zombie is at its weakest. It is afraid of chickens, dogs, and sunlight, and moves slowly, even if Qiu Sheng holds a suppressor.
Corpse Talisman can also suppress white zombies.
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Baijiao has been nourished by yin energy for more than ten years, and the white hair on his body has faded away, and a few inches of black hair has grown, and he has become a black zombie.
The black hair covered the zombie's body like armor. At this time, the zombie was already invulnerable. Unless something containing yang energy hit Hei Zong's body, it would not be able to hurt him at all. However, in front of Taoist priests like Jiu Shu and Si Mu, there was not much resistance.
Power.
If the black zombie continues to suck blood essence for several decades or devours the blood of close relatives, its ferocity will increase greatly and it will become a jumping corpse. At this time, ordinary Taoist priests will encounter a jumping corpse and narrowly escape death.
Ren Fa knelt on the ground and pretended to cry a few times, but there were no tears in the corners of his eyes. After all, Mr. Ren has been dead for twenty years, how sad is Ren Fa still?
Touching the corners of his eyes, Ren Fa said: "Uncle Jiu, can this dragonfly water still be used?"
Compared with Mrs. Ren's body, this feng shui is what Ren Fa is more concerned about.
Uncle Jiu shook his head: "If a dragonfly touches water, it cannot be poured out again. This cemetery cannot be used anymore."
Ren Fa frowned and asked, "What should we do?"
"Uncle Master, what should we do? Do you want Master to find another cemetery?" Qiu Sheng couldn't help but interjected.
"Of course it will be cremated on the spot." Jing Zhou said lightly.
"You look about the same age as me, can you believe what you say?" Ren Tingting snorted and thought to herself, "I want you to lock me in that day!"
"Cousin, I think it's all these stinky Taoist priests who are lying to us!" Ah Wei kept humming at the side.
Captain Wei looked very displeased with this Taoist priest who looked as handsome as him!
My cousin looked at this Taoist priest more times than she looked at herself!
Too much!
Obviously this pretty boy has threatened Captain Wei!
"Don't let me catch you, otherwise, huh..." Ah Wei gave Jingzhou a few looks he thought were domineering.
"Tingting, I can trust my uncle's words, I promise!" Wencai hurriedly patted his chest.
How could I not believe what my uncle said!
Yesterday, my uncle patted him on the shoulder and said he could do it.
Uncle Jiu said with a solemn expression, "Junior brother is right. Master Ren, I also suggest that you be cremated on the spot."
"Cremation? No, my father was most afraid of fire when he was alive!" Ren Fa shook his head hastily, quite disgusted with Uncle Jiu's suggestion. If Mrs. Ren's body was sparkled, his luck would change!
"Master Ren, there will be trouble if you don't cremate him." Uncle Jiu said again.
"Anything is fine, but it can't be cremated. Uncle Jiu, please think of other ways." Ren Fa doesn't think that a person who has been dead for more than 20 years will have any trouble. If it is troublesome, it will be trouble for Uncle Jiu, who is half an ocean away from him.
Relationship?
Seeing Ren Fa's firm tone, Jing Zhou didn't say anything to persuade him.
Good words can't persuade you, but you will die if you don't show mercy. If you try to persuade Ren Fa again at this moment, he might turn against you on the spot.
Uncle Jiu and Jing Zhou looked at each other and sighed, "In that case, let's put the coffin in Yizhuang first, and I'll think of a way."
Ren Fa was already very capable in Renjia Town, and it was hard for Uncle Jiu to offend him too much. Besides, if he couldn't even meet his employer's requirements, his reputation would be ruined.
"good!"
"Then I'll bother Uncle Jiu." Ren Fa nodded with satisfaction, said a few polite words, got on the sedan, and took Ren Tingting down the mountain.
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Ah Wei asked a group of people to carry the coffin to Yizhuang.
After a while, Jing Zhou and Jiu Shu's master and apprentice were the only three left on the mountaintop.
"You two just light a plum blossom incense array on the tomb. Come back and tell me how you burn it. Incense must be placed on every grave." Uncle Jiu told Qiu Sheng, a literary scholar, "Come on, junior brother, let's go back too."
"Uncle, can you please stop leaving? I'm a little scared." Qiu Sheng shouted weakly.
Jing Zhou chuckled lightly: "Senior brother, please go back first. I'll watch them finish lighting the plum blossom incense array, so I won't have to worry about it again."
"Okay, I'll go back first, otherwise I won't worry if the old man's body is left in Yizhuang." After saying that, Uncle Jiu glared at Qiu Sheng again, and repeatedly asked the two of them to burn incense before leaving.
Uncle Jiu originally thought that Qiu Sheng's temper had changed and he could make him angry, but now he was standing on the grave in fear. How embarrassing!
"What are you afraid of, Qiu Sheng? It's broad daylight and there are no ghosts. If you're afraid, you're afraid at night!" Wencai lit a handful of incense and put it into Qiu Sheng's hands. They both said, "Master is obviously lazy. This master's corpse is
What can you be worried about? There are so many corpses in Yizhuang, and there is no shortage of Master Ren. So, so..."
Jingzhou smiled and said, "So, Wencai, what do you want to say?"
Wencai looked around and after making sure there was no one there, he whispered: "So you must not be a disciple to a master! Be a master to an apprentice!"
"Hahaha, that's right. You should practice Taoism well and wait until your wife becomes a mother-in-law." Jing Zhou nodded approvingly.
Qiu Sheng said: "Wencai, have you ever felt that there is a pair of eyes behind your back?"
Wencai scratched his head with a confused look on his face, then stepped forward to put in the plum blossom scented array, feeling that Qiu Sheng was suspicious.
Seeing Qiu Sheng standing still, Jing Zhou asked, "Qiu Sheng, are you still a boy?"
"Uncle, why are you asking this?" Qiu Sheng's face was twisted.
"If you're not a boy, what are you doing? Hurry up and finish lighting the plum blossom array. Otherwise, it will get dark soon and you'll have to stay at the grave. Haha, your literary talent is not bad. At least you can urinate in emergencies. You kid, please ask for more pictures.
Bar……"
"Uncle Master must be scaring me," Qiu Sheng comforted himself and stepped forward to put up the plum blossom array.
"You died when you were only twenty. It's a pity that I'll give you two sticks of incense." Qiu Sheng glanced at the tombstone and couldn't help but say.
"Uncle Master, something serious has happened. How come this incense burns like this!"
Wencai yelled and ran over from the side.
Knowing that this would be the case, Jingzhou still took the incense and said slowly: "People are most afraid of three long and two short, and the most taboo about incense is two short and one long. What do you think? Now go back to Yizhuang and discuss it with your senior brother."
Wen Cai greeted Qiu Sheng, and the three of them walked down the mountain.
Not long after walking, the three of them encountered a group of yellow men.
A white-headed yellow-skinned man was passing by with several small yellow-skinned ones. Qiu Sheng suddenly thought about it and poked Wencai with his arm. The two of them quietly stepped forward to touch it.
Jing Zhou shouted: "I advise you two not to mess with them. Huang Pizi is too evil, so be careful of getting into trouble."
"Really or not, Master, why do you always scare me?"
Although Qiu Sheng didn't believe it in his heart, his hand movements stopped.
Wencai glanced at the group of yellow-skinned men a few more times, but there was nothing strange about them. He then echoed: "Uncle, what's wrong with the yellow-skinned men? Just shout and scare them away."
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Jingzhou laughed and scolded: "You two brats are now blaming me? I found that you two are not incompetent, each one is more capable of causing trouble than the other! Hu, yellow, white and gray willow, these five categories are called immortals in the north, and they are subject to
Ma Xian worships. Huang Pizi is the Huang Xian family here."
Wencai interjected: "Uncle Master, what is the Immortal Family?"
Qiu Sheng followed: "What is Ma Xian?"
"You two can't afford it," Jing Zhou said casually, stroking his forehead, not bothering to explain more for these two people, and added: "Didn't you two see that big yellow man with white hair on his head?
The reason why Pizi is called Huangpizi is because his fur is yellow. This white-haired Huangpizi has been living for who knows how many years. Do you think it has no ability at all?"
"You can't mess with a snake that's over ten feet long, and you can't mess with this yellow one with white hair on its head. Both of them are very likely to be spiritually enlightened, and their abilities are not inferior to Ah Jiu. Together, you two are neither.
Ah Jiu’s opponent dares to seek death and offend this yellow-skinned man who easily holds grudges, haha..."
Wen Cai was the timidest one, and his face suddenly turned mournful, "Uncle, then this yellow guy won't bear grudges against me and Qiu Sheng, right? It's all Qiu Sheng's fault, why did he insist on arresting the yellow guy when he has nothing to do?"
"So, you two should stay away from Yizhuang if you have nothing to do." Jing Zhou shook his head and walked forward casually.
"Qiusheng, what should I do? I'm scared!"
"How do I know what to do? Follow my uncle!"
Yizhuang
Jiu looked at the three incense sticks in his hand solemnly, "How could it be burned like this? If there is such incense in the house, someone must be buried!"
The corpse of Mr. Ren had accumulated corpse energy, which was a sign that he would become a zombie. When he was on the mountain, Uncle Jiu felt uneasy, so he asked Wen Cai and Qiu Sheng to burn the plum blossom incense array.
The plum blossom incense array can predict bad luck, but the incense burned into a state that Uncle Jiu least expected to see.
If the incense burns into two short pieces and one long piece, it is a sign of great misfortune.
"Uncle Master, here you go!" Qiu Sheng shouted softly, passing a plate of dried fruits to Jingzhou, and then took a few pieces of cake from the table dedicated to the ancestor and stuffed them into his mouth, not paying any attention to Uncle Jiu's words.
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Jing Zhou picked up a piece of plum meat and put it in Ah Jiu's mouth, then handed the plate to Qiu Sheng.
In this ancestral hall dedicated to the ancestor, not only are there many coffins, but there are also many paper figures and horses piled around the walls.
Jingzhou looked at the two paper figures in the west corner, each of them had lifelike expressions, as if they were smiling at people. He couldn't help but admire Uncle Jiu's craftsmanship. These paper figures and horses only needed to open their eyes and click, and they might be able to come back to life.
Connecting the two realms of Yin and Yang.
"Qiusheng, what do you think of this paper-tying job? Is there any way to make money?" Jing Zhou asked in a low voice.
"Uncle, you don't want to open a paper figurine shop, do you? How can this thing make money?" Qiu Sheng's face was full of contempt. If there is a way to make money, it will be his turn?
If he really could make money, the master wouldn't live in a shabby place like Yizhuang!
Jing Zhou shook his head: "You can't say that. It's easier to make money from dead people than from living people. After all, no one cares about dead people, but there are many people who care about living people. If you don't want to go,
This job can be given to literary talents."
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"Then why haven't you seen the master making money?" Qiu Sheng curled his lips, looking like he was a fool.
Qiu Sheng secretly picked up a few pastries on the altar table and ate them. He leaned into Jingzhou's ear and whispered, "Uncle Master, next time you buy pastries, can you go to Wangji to buy them? The ancestor doesn't eat them anyway. Jijia
The taste is more suitable for me."
"Ji Zhang? Wait until next time." Jing Zhou glanced at Qiu Sheng and asked, "How do you know your master has no money?"
Uncle Jiu is not only rich, he is also very rich. He is probably about 50-50 equal to Si Mu, maybe even richer than Si Mu.
Every small town with a radius of hundreds of miles probably has Uncle Jiu's properties, but Uncle Jiu has always kept a low profile.
Well, it's just stingy.
The chief executive of the prefectural bank, who is in charge of printing money, is he just talking about it?
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