The Ren family is a big family in Renjia Town, so the relocation of the grave naturally caused quite a stir.
Of course, this does not mean that there will be a large banquet, but that the sacrifice is almost complete, and it is very thoughtful.
Zhang Ziyu stood behind Uncle Jiu, and beside him were Qiu Sheng and Wen Cai, a pair of sleeping dragons and phoenixes.
God knows how two people who are very clever in private can make Uncle Jiu unable to get off the stage when they go to public places.
It is hard not to believe that they are not taking this opportunity to take advantage of their master who is usually stingy and strict with them.
After all, if it were Zhang Ziyu, he would most likely deceive Taoist Priest Simu without leaving any trace.
After Uncle Jiu finished the rituals and started to order people to break the ground, Ren Fa chatted with Uncle Jiu about the cemetery.
"Uncle Jiu, what do you think of this land?"
"Yes, it is a treasure land of Feng Shui. If a dragonfly touches the water, if it is buried properly, it will be a blessing to future generations."
When Uncle Jiu said this, he had already seen some clues.
The treasure land mentioned by the dragonfly is of course real, but the Ren family has not been very happy in recent years. In addition, it is required to be relocated and buried in 20 years. It would be strange if there is nothing wrong with it.
"Uncle Jiu has good eyesight. The Feng Shui master did say this back then, and he also said that if ancestors were buried vertically, their descendants would be prosperous. But..."
Ren Fa sighed, but before he could finish speaking, Uncle Jiu took over.
"However, things have gone against expectations in the past twenty years. Not only has the Ren family not been prosperous, but everything has gone wrong, right?"
Ren Fa's expression changed slightly and he immediately asked: "Uncle Jiu, what you said..."
In fact, Ren Fa has already had doubts in his mind for so many years. Twenty years later, by coincidence, after his father was buried here, the Ren family has been deteriorating.
Mr. Feng Shui took action, and this suspicion had already taken root in his heart.
But because there was no evidence and I was not a person in this business, I waited for twenty years with doubts.
But now after hearing what Uncle Jiu said, he was smart enough to confirm what he was thinking.
"Where did this treasure come from?"
"My late father bought it from Mr. Feng Shui at a high price."
"Haha, I don't think so."
Uncle Jiu sneered and looked at Ren Fa, looking very embarrassed.
"A dragonfly's touch on water must be covered with snowflakes. Now that you are covered with lime, Ren family's luck will naturally decline. That man does have some rules. No matter how much hatred he has, he will do so much harm. He has only harmed you for twenty years, but he has not harmed you for the rest of your life.
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"Uncle Jiu, how do you think we can solve it now?"
Just as Ren Fa was about to ask for a solution, the servants on the other side had already dug up Mr. Ren's coffin and placed it in front of the cemetery.
Before the coffin was opened, a flock of birds started flying in the forest, giving off an ominous premonition.
Uncle Jiu frowned. He knew that the coffin might have changed.
He didn't pay much attention to Ren Fa's question. He came to the coffin and felt it carefully. Sure enough, there was a faint cold aura.
"When Ren Gongweiyong comes to light again, all those who are thirty-six, twenty-two, thirty-five and forty-eight, who are born in the Year of the Rooster, and who are born in the Year of the Ox will be avoided."
Uncle Jiu's voice fell. This man of different age and zodiac sign turned his back and moved slightly away from the coffin to avoid bumping into Old Mrs. Ren during the opening of the coffin.
"Open the coffin and collect the bones"
A few young men in the crowd who had not yet faced the wall stepped forward, holding tools in their hands, and pried the coffin open. The coffin panels, which were already showing signs of decay, were instantly opened.
A stench hit his face, and Uncle Jiu saw a black air that ordinary people couldn't see.
The moment the coffin was opened, everyone looked inside the coffin. This sight shocked the nearest coffin openers, their faces turned pale, and their backs were instantly covered with cold sweat.
The bones of Old Master Ren had not decayed for twenty years. At this time, his face was ashen and extremely ferocious, which made people panic.
Corpse transformation, this word immediately comes to everyone's mind.
"Father!"
"grandfather!"
Ren Fa and Ren Tingting fell in front of the coffin, both out of worry and out of custom to cry filial piety.
"Uncle Jiu, what should we do now?"
Ren Fa cried and looked heavy, already knowing something was wrong.
Now my father's appearance is no longer just about moving the grave, but also worrying about whether something evil will happen.
"Master Ren, my suggestion is..."
Uncle Jiu was about to say burn Mr. Ren, but he saw Zhang Ziyu shaking his head.
He immediately thought that from the perspective of a Taoist priest, it was indeed the most convenient way to destroy the corpse before it transformed into a corpse, but in the eyes of secular people, it was different.
On the one hand, everyone may not completely believe that this corpse will turn into a zombie and harm one party.
On the other hand, people's words are terrible. As long as Ren Fa dares to burn the body now, then it won't be long before someone dares to say that he dug up his body and burned it to ashes twenty years after his death in order to gain wealth.
Regardless of whether the words are true or false, the more outrageous they are, the more spread they will become, and they may even become one of the targets of the spear.
Uncle Jiu thought about it for a while and said, "Put it in my righteous village for the time being. I will bury Mr. Ren when I find a better cemetery."
Now that Mr. Ren has transformed into a corpse, the originally selected cemetery can no longer be used.
You must choose a place to suppress the evil spirits, use the ground to suppress the zombies, and slowly solve the problem.
An accident occurred, so naturally he would not continue. Master Ren ordered people to carry the coffin to Yizhuang, while Uncle Jiu asked Qiu Sheng, a literary scholar, to burn incense, firstly to appease the dead souls in the cemetery, and secondly for divination.
Zhang Ziyu followed Uncle Jiu back to Yizhuang. Seeing Uncle Jiu frown slightly, he asked curiously: "Uncle, do you think it's possible that the buttons left by Mr. Feng Shui are going to mess up the entire Ren family?"
Uncle Jiu looked at Zhang Ziyu as if he were a fool: "Mr. Feng Shui is not stupid. If you want to kill someone, why keep it for twenty years? Why do you want to kill a few more?"
"No, uncle, is there a possibility that he didn't have enough strength at that time and couldn't defeat the Ren family?"
"According to what you say, you can refine corpses and understand Feng Shui. This is not enough. How powerful is the Ren family?"
"Could it be for the purpose of refining corpses?"
"If it were really for the purpose of refining corpses, just bury the whole hated people and sacrifice blood every now and then, wouldn't it be faster than you burying them for twenty years?"
Zhang Ziyu wanted to continue digging for some clues, but Uncle Jiu looked more and more like he was seeing a game account that had been decommissioned.
The look in his eyes was getting worse and worse, and Uncle Jiu had already begun to wonder whether he should continue special training for this nephew for a while.
This thought is even more out of tune than that of Junior Brother Four Eyes. If he wasn't talented in cultivation and refining medicine, he would have taught this kid a lesson long ago.
When Zhang Ziyu realized that something was not right, he would be ruined if he continued to ask questions, so he quickly made an excuse and kept talking.
According to Uncle Jiu's analysis, there is no Feng Shui master involved, so it will be much easier. If the zombies are released from the cage, and then find a way to contain them, everything will be fine.
Returning to the Huichun Hall, Huang Rong stepped forward and asked curiously: "How is the situation with Uncle Ninth handled?"
"The corpse has changed. It will turn into a zombie in a few days. Then we will look for an opportunity to catch it."
Although zombies mostly appear in the classics and legends of the Qing Dynasty, there are also related legends of corpse transformation in the Song Dynasty. In addition, Huang Rong has been here for a while, so she is naturally no stranger to such things.
She frowned slightly, looking thoughtful: "But Uncle Ninth is watching, and I'm afraid you won't be able to do anything. If you are discovered, you might get a beating. How about quietly attacking here and there to lure Uncle Ninth out?"
Huang Rong called him Uncle Jiu, but when it came to trouble, he still stood by Zhang Ziyu.
Zhang Ziyu thought for a while and said: "Just wait and wait. My uncle is not that simple. Anyway, when zombies transform, they will look for their blood relatives to suck blood as soon as possible. If you guard the Ren family, you will probably be able to guard the zombies."
"Rong'er, the organization has given you a difficult task."
“Absolutely not going!”
Huang Rong was so smart that she immediately knew what kind of medicine Zhang Ziyu was selling in the gourd and wanted to ask her to keep an eye on the Ren family.
Is this what a girl should do?
Moreover, why should she do something if a smelly fish wants to take advantage of it?
Zhang Ziyu smiled awkwardly but politely and said, "Look at you, how could I let you do such a thing? I just want to ask what to eat tonight."
Huang Rong snorted, looked at Zhang Ziyu with a sneer, and said: "First cut the squirrel mandarin fish into pieces, then fry it in a pan."