Qiu Sheng, who was in trouble, was frightened and wanted to go back to his aunt's house while pushing his bicycle. Wen Cai kept trying to persuade him, but unfortunately Qiu Sheng remained unmoved.
Feng Yi stood aside without saying a word. He had already taken over the matter of the female ghost, and he thought he would never have to tangle with Qiu Sheng again.
After Qiu Sheng left, Wencai walked up to Feng Yi with a grimace and said: "Junior brother, you have to help me explain to the master this time that it has nothing to do with me, otherwise the master will definitely beat me."
Rain girl has no melon?
Feng Yi shook his head, if you hadn't deliberately sprinkled ink on Qiu Sheng's face, how could you have beaten the master?
In the final analysis, the root cause lies with you, and you deserve to be beaten.
His two senior brothers were not bad in nature, but they were too capable of causing trouble. Feng Yi felt speechless many times.
However, Qiu Sheng had already run away, and it would not be fair to let Wen Cai get beaten by himself. He thought for a while and sighed: "Brother, I will go to Master to beg for mercy for you, but I can't guarantee the outcome.
And...senior brother, please avoid making Master angry in the future."
He also knew that it would be in vain if he said it, but he had to make a statement.
Back in the room, Feng Yi stepped forward and said: "Master, the ink lines are fully loaded, and there is no missing place."
"Well, where are those two evil disciples!" Uncle Jiu asked angrily, still angry.
Wencai was hiding outside the window and trembled when he heard Uncle Jiu's harsh tone. He was frightened. Feng Yi said in a gentle tone: "Senior brother Qiu Sheng has returned to his aunt's house. Senior brother Wencai already knows that he was wrong..."
"You don't have to plead for them. I'll burn incense if they are half as sensible as you!" Uncle Jiu interrupted Feng Yi and said, "It's getting late. You go back to the house and rest first."
It seems that Master's anger is not so easy to get rid of.
But everything that needed to be said had been said, and Feng Yi had nothing to do about what happened next. He said good night to Uncle Jiu, turned around and walked out.
Wen Cai looked at Feng Yi pitifully, and Feng Yi sighed, patted his shoulder and returned to his room.
As soon as I returned to the house, I heard Uncle Jiu yelling: "Is it okay if you just wait outside the door? Why don't you come in yet!"
It turns out that the master has already guessed, and he is also interested in Qiu Sheng and Wen.
He knows Cai's temper very well, so he naturally knows what the two of them will do.
Then a burst of screams of crying for father and mother reached Feng Yi's ears. Feng Yi couldn't help but sigh: Senior brother, I hope this lesson can make you understand something.
After finishing teaching Wen Cai, Uncle Jiu's voice came from the main hall: "Tonight, you will stay vigil in the morgue, looking at Mr. Ren's coffin, and notify me immediately if there is any movement. Do you hear me?"
"I understand, Master." Wencai said in a very aggrieved voice.
Master's anger subsided...
Keep practicing, watch your eyes, nose, and heart, and meditate!
After absorbing this breath of yin energy today, the breath in his body was obviously more cheerful than before. He tried to mobilize his breath to attack the shackles in his body. After so many days of impact, the originally solid defense had become thinner and thinner, as if a finger could
It can be pierced, but only slightly.
…
The night is getting deeper and deeper, and the entire Yizhuang blends into the surrounding darkness, with only the sound of even breathing.
In the morgue, Wen Cai, who was ordered to keep vigil all night, cleverly arranged a few pictures
The chairs were put together, and a blanket was spread on the body. He slept very sweetly, and he could even hear a slight snoring. He had to sigh at how brave he was, for he was afraid that Uncle Jiu's words to Mrs. Ren would turn him into a zombie.
All forgotten.
But at this time, something extremely strange was happening inside the coffin.
All the black hair on the body of Mr. Ren has faded, and the hair all over his body has turned green. The skin all over his body has wrinkles, and his face has become extremely ferocious, with two sharp fangs growing out of the corners of his mouth.
Squeak, squeak...
There was a sound in the coffin.
Mr. Ren finally turned into a zombie completely and wanted to leave the coffin that imprisoned him.
One of his hands held up the coffin lid, exposing a gap, and his other hand poked out of the coffin, groping up and down.
When his hand touched the line of the ink fountain that had been flicked in advance, the ink fountain seemed to wake up and glow red. His hand trembled twice as if he had been electrocuted, and he quickly retracted into the coffin.
Bang!
The coffin lid fell down and collided with the coffin, making a harsh sound.
Uncle Jiu, who had been sleeping deeply, woke up immediately and secretly thought something was wrong. He picked up the candle lamp from the table and walked towards the morgue.
Then he saw Feng Yi, who was also wearing pajamas and holding a candle.
"Feng Yi."
"Master."
The two spoke at the same time, both seeing surprise in each other's eyes, and then one of them stretched out a hand to push open the morgue door.
The morgue was dark and full of coffins, which looked a bit scary, but Uncle Jiu and Feng Yi were used to it and walked directly towards the coffins.
The master and apprentice walked around the coffin and breathed a sigh of relief after not finding any problems. At this moment, the sound of something hitting the ground was heard not far away. The two looked at each other and walked quickly.
The place where the sound is made.
It turned out that Wen Cai, who was sleeping deeply, knocked over the shelf where the sundries were placed.
Feng Yi was extremely impressed that he could still sleep so soundly despite such loud movements.
Admired, Uncle Jiu shook his head, straightened Wencai's body and said, "Sleeping like a pig, you, senior brother, are the most suitable to guard Yizhuang."
Saying this, Uncle Jiu picked up the blanket from the ground and covered Wencai again.
"Master is really hard-spoken and soft-hearted, with a cold face and a warm heart." Feng Yi thought silently.
After the two walked out of the morgue, Uncle Jiu asked, "Are you still up so late?"
"Well, I just meditated for a while, and when I was about to go to sleep, I heard a noise coming from this room. I didn't expect that Master, you weren't asleep either," Feng Yi said.
"I'm not worried that you will be careless and let Mr. Ren out again!"
Uncle Jiu actually slept for a long time, but since his disciples practiced so hard, he naturally would not admit it.
"With the Mo Dou line here, there shouldn't be any problems." Feng Yi didn't feel confident when he said this.
"Tomorrow I will accompany my master to find a new tomb. After I find it, I will bury Old Master Ren again. I will arrange a few more formations for my master and I will have no worries."
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Uncle Jiu looked at Feng Dao: "Don't work so hard, just go back to the house and rest."
"Yes, Master."
Feng Yi was very obedient this time and went to bed when he returned to the house.
In the next few days, Feng Yi accompanied Uncle Jiu to search for a new tomb, while Qiu Sheng and Wen Cai guarded the coffin in Yizhuang. The division of labor was clear.
Unfortunately, after several days, I couldn't find a suitable cemetery.
The main reason is that Mr. Ren's current corpse energy is too strong and cannot be contained in an ordinary grave. If he is buried hastily, there will definitely be trouble.
However, Feng Yi is in a pretty good mood. There has been no problem with the coffin in the past few days, and nothing has happened to Mr. Ren. It seems that the ink line really works. It just depends on when a suitable cemetery can be found.
Another day passed, and Uncle Jiu and Feng Yi, who had found nothing, returned to the gate of Yizhuang, only to find Ren Tingting coming.
