Qiu Sheng and Jiale followed Zhang Dalong to the yard early. They had just eaten a small piece of wasabi. Although it tasted weird, it was really refreshing and very satisfying.
"Let's go quickly, it will get dark if we delay any longer." Zhang Dalong, with a row of fully armed soldiers standing next to him, said to Uncle Jiu.
Uncle Jiu looked at the location of Michelin's bedroom with concern, and left the yard at Zhang Dalong's urging.
Little did he know that the maid he had been paying attention to for a long time was standing on the balcony of the second floor, looking at his back with a gloomy and complicated expression!
The location of the ancestral hall is not far away, in a village near Pingchang County, about two kilometers away.
"Douchiying, look at this, is it a good choice for our Zhang family's ancestral hall?" Zhang Dalong asked proudly.
This is considering me.
Uncle Jiu smiled slightly and said without any panic: "This village is located on a hillside. It faces the sea to the east and there are mountains behind it. The sea peaks let the moisture out and are blocked by the mountains. When there is a cold wind, it will fall."
rain;
So when we came in just now, even though it was sunny, there were also a few thunderstorms. This pattern of Feng Shui management is called the gods splashing water, so most of the people who live here are very rich, am I right?"
Wow!
Before Zhang Dalong could speak, a group of his soldiers couldn't help but sigh in low voices.
"I didn't expect that the clothes he wore were weird, but he is really good at it."
"Yes, I was afraid of a war here, so I asked my mother to stay in the countryside. If I had known, I would have asked her to move to our Pingchang County."
Uncle Jiu smiled and shook his head and said: "It's not that simple. The gods splashing water has advantages and disadvantages.
The advantages are good fortune and worry-free, but the disadvantages are harmful to the health of humans and animals, because the next thunderstorm is like pouring water into a red-hot pot, and a layer of miasma will rise on the ground.
As we all know, obstacles are harmful, and people even made up a nursery rhyme for this kind of climate..."
As soon as he finished speaking, Qiu Sheng and Jiale jumped out together and said, "Master/Uncle, we can sing this song, can you listen to it?"
The heavy rain hits the red pot, and the miasma arises and there is no way to hide;
The sow will go crazy and the chickens will sit everywhere.
When people become dizzy, their ancestors cause trouble!
Is that right, Master/Uncle?"
The two danced and sang at the same time. They really lived up to Jingjing's evaluation of them, they are just a few kids who haven't grown up!
While talking, several people had arrived at the door of the Zhang Family Ancestral Hall.
This is a very grandly renovated courtyard, because there are many ancestors of the Zhang family to be enshrined in it.
Uncle Jiu looked at the yard and said: "Based on the pattern of the gods splashing water, people in this village must not be buried after they die..."
"Master, what will happen if we are buried in the ground?" Qiu Sheng asked behind him.
Uncle Jiu said solemnly: "If the coffin touches the ground, it will be unlucky for the whole family. Let alone burial, if the coffin absorbs the earth's air, something will happen to the family."
Zhang Dalong became more and more panicked as he listened, and couldn't help but said: "What you are saying is
true or false?"
Uncle Jiu looked at him with determination and said, "If I guess correctly, the coffin inside must not be arranged in an ordinary way."
Zhang Dalong nodded with satisfaction when Uncle Jiu said this. After so many years, the other party's Feng Shui skills have become more and more sophisticated. He smiled and said to the soldier: "Open the door!"
"yes."
As the door was slowly opened, the scene in the ancestral hall appeared in front of everyone's eyes. There were dozens of coffins, large and small, all hung high. When Uncle Jiu saw this, he sighed: "Wow, they were put there.
Okay, they're all hung up.
Not only that, look at it, even the corners of the pillars are separated from the earth's atmosphere by a plate of water, which is definitely not something ordinary people can do."
Speaking of this, Uncle Jiu's face became solemn, he looked at Zhang Dalong and said, "Excuse me, Marshal, which Feng Shui master set the scene?"
"Hahaha…"
Zhang Dalong raised his head and laughed proudly after seeing Uncle Jiu being restrained, and said, "It's the famous Master Sammo Hung who is famous in the province, Hong Kong and Macao!"
He couldn't help but extended his thumbs up and praised.
As if infected by the corpse gas in the ancestral hall, Zhang Dalong's condition became more and more serious. He would jump every two steps and his body could not stop twitching.
When Uncle Jiu saw that the coffins in the room were arranged so neatly, he started to murmur in his heart. He looked around carefully. When he saw a certain corner, his face changed drastically. He stretched out his hand and said, "Oops, there's a problem!"
The rope of this coffin was in disrepair and one end was broken. The bottom of the coffin touched the ground and was contaminated with earth atmosphere.
"What's the problem?" Zhang Dalong was shocked when he saw the coffin and asked hurriedly.
"Who's that inside?"
"My dad!" Zhang Dalong said nervously.
"I have turned into a zombie." Uncle Jiu spread his hands and sighed.
"How could this happen?"
Zhang Dalong looked unbelieving, thinking that Uncle Jiu was deliberately teasing him. He turned to the soldier and said, "Come here, open the coffin and take a look."
Four strong soldiers came to the coffin and tried their best to push the coffin lid, but they couldn't push it.
Uncle Jiu kept shaking his head and said: "The coffin was filled with corpse gas."
If it's sucked, how can it be opened in broad daylight?"
Jia Le approached Uncle Jiu and asked cautiously: "Uncle, is that one really a zombie inside?"
"certainly…"
Before Uncle Jiu had time to explain, the four exhausted soldiers wiped their sweat and said: "Report to the commander, the coffin cannot be opened."
When the soldiers retreated, Zhang Dalong believed Uncle Jiu's words. He walked to the coffin and said, "Hey, by the way, what does my illness have to do with my father?"
"Your father's coffin was contaminated with earth energy and turned into a zombie. You must have been injured by him during the burial, so you were infected with corpse poison..."
When Uncle Jiu was explaining to Zhang Dalong, he found Qiu Sheng lying on the coffin and sucking non-stop, looking like he was dying. He couldn't help but hit him on the head and scolded: "What are you sucking? This corpse gas"
It’s harmful to the human body!”
Little does he know that ever since Qiu Sheng was shocked by the coffin, he has become inexplicably sensitive to coffins and corpse aura, which is why he acted like this...
But neither Feng Yi nor Qiu Sheng mentioned this matter. Uncle Jiu
Of course it's not clear.
Zhang Dalong saw that Uncle Jiu was speaking eloquently and asked, "Then how can I cure my injury?"
"After dark, we will lure the zombies out. The zombies will harm their loved ones first, so they will chase you and bite you. Then we will work together to pull out its teeth, grind them into powder and feed them to you. Fighting poison with poison, your illness will be natural.
He will be cured." Uncle Jiu said confidently.
"Okay, just do as you say!"
Zhang Dalong said to the soldiers following him: "You go out first and close the door for me from the outside!"
Uncle Jiu's expression changed when he heard this: "What do you mean?"
