When Uncle Jiu saw the disciples gathered around him, he said, "I have thought about it a long time ago, otherwise why would I have brought the coffin back?"
"Is there something wrong with this coffin?" Wen Cai muttered, looking at the coffin.
Uncle Jiu had a helpless expression after hearing Wencai's words. With such a stupid apprentice, life is full of 'fun'.
When Feng saw that Uncle Jiu was unhappy, he stood up and said, "Brother, it's not the coffin that has a problem, it's the dead person who has a problem!"
"Oh!" Wencai nodded repeatedly: "I also feel something is wrong."
"Yes, yes, it has been twenty years, and the body is still not rotting..." Qiu Sheng muttered, with a surprised look on his face. He looked at each other with Wen Cai, stepped forward and opened the coffin lid, and saw Mrs. Ren Qi inside.
She exclaimed: "Wow, I've gained weight!"
Can a dead person gain weight? You two have too much imagination.
Feng Yi shook his head and walked to the coffin with Uncle Jiu beside him to observe Old Mrs. Ren inside.
Mr. Ren, who had only white hair during the day, is now covered in black hair. His entire body is one size larger, and the fingernails on his hands have become very long. With the unique purple-black color, he looks very scary.
"Master, is it absorbing the moon's yin energy?" Feng Yi turned his head and looked at Uncle Jiu and asked.
Uncle Jiu nodded and said in a deep voice: "Quickly, cover the coffin."
"Master, it is still getting stronger, and it looks like it will turn into a green zombie soon!"
Uncle Jiu had already told Feng Yi about the level of zombies, so Feng Yi knew the current situation very well.
"That's right." Uncle Jiu thought for a moment and said, "Prepare paper, pen, ink, knife, and sword!"
Um?
Master, what are you talking about?
Wencai and Qiu Sheng's faces were full of confusion.
"Senior brother, it's yellow paper, red pen, black ink, kitchen knife and peach wood sword." Feng Yi couldn't help but say.
"Oh." Wencai and Qiu Sheng hurriedly prepared things.
"Master, do you want to temporarily seal off Mrs. Ren?" Feng Yi asked slightly nervously from the side.
"Well, if you let it grow any longer, something big will happen." Uncle Jiu said in a serious voice.
It didn't take long for Qiu Sheng and Wen Cai to prepare things.
Feng Yi handed the rooster to Uncle Jiu, and Wen Cai smiled and said, "Master, are you using the rooster again?"
"Huh?" Uncle Jiu glared at him with a cold face. Wen Cai smiled and stepped back. Feng Yi took the kitchen knife and brought it down, slicing the chicken's neck.
Uncle Jiu poured the chicken blood into the bowl, and then mixed the glutinous rice, black ink and chicken blood together. He held the fire talisman and threw it into the bowl. The whole bowl immediately burned.
Uncle Jiu put his fingers into the bowl and stirred it for a while, then covered the bowl with the Bagua Mirror, slid out a small slit, and poured the juice in the bowl into the thread box.
middle.
"Master, where should you flick the ink fountain?" Qiu Sheng took the initiative to step forward and asked.
Uncle Jiu handed the thing to him and said, "Put it on the coffin.
"Oh." Qiu Sheng and Wen Cai took the ink fountain and carefully flicked the thread. Uncle Jiu was very pleased when he saw this, and warned again: "The whole coffin must be flicked on the thread."
"Yeah." Qiu Sheng and Wen Cai responded together.
Uncle Jiu looked at the busy apprentices and wanted to educate them. He picked up a stick of incense and sighed: "People are divided into good and bad people, and corpses are divided into zombies and zombies..."
"Master, what you said is wrong. There are not only good people and bad people, but also men and women." Wen Cai, who had become aroused after seeing Ren Tingting, interrupted Uncle Jiu.
When Uncle Jiu saw Wen Cai being so carefree, his good mood disappeared again, and he angrily shouted: "Master is talking, why are you interrupting?"
When Wencai saw his master getting angry, he pouted in grievance.
Feng Yi, who was standing aside, held his forehead helplessly. He had known Wen Cai for so long, but he was extremely speechless towards this senior brother, who loved to cause trouble and pick fights. He didn't expect that his master could endure it for so long. He still had a lot to learn.
ah.
Uncle Jiu lit the incense and said, "Mr. Ren's body will soon turn into a zombie's body."
"Master, how could a corpse turn into a zombie?" Qiu Sheng asked doubtfully.
"Yeah, how can people become bad people?" Wencai added another sentence.
"A person becomes a bad person because he fails to live up to expectations; a corpse becomes a bad person because he has an extra breath." Uncle Jiu came over and said with his hands on his hips.
"An extra breath?" Qiu Sheng looked puzzled, "What do you mean, Master."
"What Master means is that before a person dies, he is angry, holding his breath, or sulking. After death, the breath will gather in the throat.
Therefore, when you are a human being, you must live up to your expectations, and when you die, you must give up your breath. If you continue to
If you are angry, you will harm others and yourself.
Am I right, Master?" Feng Yi looked at Uncle Jiu and asked after finishing his explanation.
"Well, Feng Yi summed it up right."
Finally there was someone who understood. Uncle Jiu nodded with satisfaction and said, "You three must play the ink fountain well and tell me after you finish playing. Make sure there are no omissions."
I did the exercises in the morning, looked for acupuncture points in the afternoon, and didn't rest at night. Uncle Jiu was also a little tired, so he went to rest after giving instructions.
Soon, with the efforts of Qiu Sheng and Wen Cai, the coffin was full of bullets both horizontally and vertically.
Wencai put down the ink brush and said proudly: "Okay, I'm done playing."
"Look where we haven't played yet, so that Master won't scold us when he finds out." Qiu Sheng said, still looking at the coffin.
Wen Cai walked up to Qiu Sheng and said, "Hey, there is really a missing part."
"Really? Where is it?" Qiu Shengmao leaned over and looked at the coffin.
asked.
"Here!" Wen Cai flicked all the ink he had secretly stained on his hands on Qiu Sheng's face and ran away quickly.
When Qiu Sheng saw this, he was furious. He had always been the only one to bully Wen Cai, so how could he be toyed with by Wen Cai? He immediately put down his ink fountain and chased after him.
The two of them were chasing after each other and completely forgot to check the coffin.
Feng Yi shook his head, these two senior brothers, their master explained it so clearly and yet they were still fooling around.
He stepped forward and picked up the ink fountain. After filling the bottom of the coffin with bullets, he wiped the sweat from his forehead and said: "Although I am very interested in the Yin Qi in your body, for the safety of Mr. Ren and to prevent Tingting from being sad,
, you should just stay in there."
Everything that needs to be done has been done. If Mr. Ren can still escape, it only means that the plot is irreversible.
After doing all this, Feng Yi was ready to go back to the house and continue to meditate. He took a breath of Yin Qi in the morning and absorbed it into his own body as soon as possible.
Unexpectedly, as soon as he walked out of the door, he saw Qiu Sheng walking toward him in a panic.
Run outside.
Just when Feng Yi was about to ask, he saw a broken broom on the ground. Uncle Jiu was holding on to the door frame and covering his head in pain, groaning: "What a boy, how dare you hit the master."
When Wencai saw this, he was so frightened that he ran away.
"Master, I really admire you for being able to survive till now." Feng Yi thought with sympathy in his heart when he saw Uncle Jiu grimacing in pain.
