When several people came to the grave, several young people had already brought out the coffin and placed it on the open space next to it.

Uncle Jiu looked at it and said in a deep voice: "Relax the rope and nail it." Then he turned around and said to everyone: "Everyone, today is Ren Gong's bravery to see the sun again. Those who are aged thirty-six, twenty-two, thirty-five, and forty-eight, those born in the Year of the Rooster and Ox turn around and avoid it."

As soon as the words were finished, some people avoided it.

After a few breaths, Uncle Jiu said again: "Avoid it, open the coffin." Several young men followed the order to open the coffin, but at this time they suddenly had a sudden change.

I saw the birds in the forest seem to be shocked by something, and they flew up in pieces, and there were a few loud crows behind my ears.

An Yi looked at Uncle Jiu from the side, but saw that he frowned and pondered at this moment, as if he felt something was not good. So An Yi approached him and said, "Uncle Jiu, do you feel something is wrong?"

Uncle Jiu responded softly: "Yes, birds startle and crows froze. This is an ominous sign."

At this time, the coffin had been opened by everyone, and a strong corpse gas spread out from the coffin. When the corpse gas dissipated and exposed the corpse in the coffin, there was no trace of rotten. Uncle Jiu was shocked when he saw this.

The father and daughter of the Ren family cried in shock and bowed: "Dad" and "Grandpa". Mr. Ren cried: "It alarmed you, the child is really unfilial." However, there was no trace of tears. It was true that they had been dead for so many years, and so much sadness had faded. Now they were just obeying folk customs.

At this time, Mr. Ren stood up and came to Uncle Jiu and asked, "Uncle Jiu, can this hole be used again?"

Uncle Jiu's eyes kept moving away from the coffin and said, "A dragonfly clicks the water and then clicks it, and it will definitely not be clicked on the same position. This hole cannot be used anymore."

Master Ren's heart was once again confused and said anxiously: "What should I do now?"

"I propose cremation on the spot." Uncle Jiu said in a deep voice.

"Crenchification? No!" Mr. Ren immediately objected and shouted: "What my father was most afraid of during his lifetime was fire, and I couldn't do this."

An Yi curled his lips disdainfully at this moment. Are you so filial during your lifetime? You have been dead for so many years and have obviously become a zombie. You haven't cremated yet. Waiting for him to kill you, you have no regrets.

Uncle Jiu also knew that his words were a bit abrupt, but he insisted on persuading: "Master Ren, it will be troublesome if you don't cremate."

Mr. Ren was also very persistent: "It's okay, it's just not cremated. You'd better think of other ways."

Uncle Jiu sighed when he heard this: "Okay, I'll let our charity house be released tonight. I'll find other cemeteries for the old man tomorrow so that he can rest early." As soon as he finished speaking, Captain Awei shouted: "Cover the coffin and carry it back to the charity house." Everyone rushed back.

At this time, Uncle Jiu first ordered Wen Cai Qiusheng to burn incense, and then pulled An Yi to fall behind the moving team. Uncle Jiu said to An Yi in a deep voice: "I'm afraid there will be trouble this time."

An Yi nodded: "Yes, that Master Ren is full of yin energy and his corpse energy is condensed. I'm afraid that the corpse will turn tonight."

When Uncle Jiu heard this, his eyes were full of surprise and suspicion. After a long time of sighing, "Yes, I didn't expect you to even see this. Is it really possible to practice to make perfect?" The peaceful performance in the past two days is indeed a little novice. He has no idea what gods and ghosts are all about, but at this time he can feel keenly that Master Ren is going to transform into a corpse. How many zombies have he encountered?

But he didn't know that there were two words in this world called plot.

Uncle Jiu continued to answer without An Yi: "There may be something wrong with the Ren family. If a zombie wants to become a real zombie, it will suck the first mouthful of blood from the closest person. In this way, we must take a look at him."

An Yi nodded.

As they spoke, everyone came to the Yizhuang Village. After entering, they were in a mess and took everyone to put the body of Mr. Ren and left. Only then did the Yizhuang Village return to its former quietness.

An Yi accompanied Uncle Jiu to the inner room and continued to ask him about the characteristics of ghosts and zombies. His weaknesses suddenly came over and said, "Master is not good, it is not good!" But it was Qiu Sheng, Wencai and the others hurriedly ran in.

Uncle Jiu stood up with his eyebrows and scolded, "I'm in a hurry, what's it like!"

Wencai hurriedly lit the fragrance in his hand and said unhurriedly: "Master...Master, look."

Uncle Jiu's eyebrows, which had just been stretched for a short time, frowned again, took the incense and sighed, "People are most afraid of three long and two short, and the incense is most afraid of two short and one long, but they just burn it like this. Alas, there will definitely be someone who is lost when you come out of this incense at home. Tonight we will only be full of energy."

Wencai couldn't help but ask, "Master, are you talking about Mr. Ren's house?" It seems that Wencai has a talkative mouth and likes to say messy things at any time. And he is always so untuned and always likes to talk nonsense.

Sure enough, Uncle Jiu glared at him and said, "Is this the case?"

Wencai nodded as if he was relieved and said, "It doesn't matter whether you don't worry about it, and it doesn't matter whether you don't worry about it." He looked completely heartless.

Uncle Jiu was furious when he heard this, and he was about to get angry when he glared at him, but was interrupted by Qiu Sheng's scream: "Ah---not good! What should Yingying do?!"

Wencai was so nervous that he had just reacted and exclaimed: "Yes, there's Yingying!"

At this time, Qiu Sheng sarcastically said, "Didn't it mean that things don't matter to you and don't worry about them, everyone has their own fate?"

Wencai didn't care and said to Qiu Sheng: "Hey, you can't say that so you can save your lover's life, and getting married will not be a problem." After that, he was about to go forward and plead with Uncle Jiu to find a solution.

But Qiu Sheng grabbed him: "Hey."

Wencai said angrily, "Hey."

"Fair competition." As they said that, they looked at Uncle Jiu and said, "Master, please think of a solution."

Uncle Jiu snorted coldly: "I have already thought about it, otherwise why should I carry the coffin back?"

Wen Cai Qiusheng said 'oh' and asked, "Is there any problem with this coffin?"

Uncle Jiu glared at the two of them: "There is no problem with the coffin, but the problem of this dead person is very big."

The two nodded confusedly: "Yes, it hasn't rotted for 20 years." As they said that, they came to the coffin, worked together to open the lid, and then exclaimed: "Wow, I'm getting fat."

Uncle Jiu tightened his expression when he saw the characteristics of the corpse and said solemnly: "Cover the lid quickly." Then he said: "Also, hurry up and prepare paper, pen, ink, knife, and sword."

Wencai, Qiu Sheng, didn't understand it, was a little confused and asked in a daze: "What?"

Uncle Jiu was completely speechless at these two incompetent disciples. He glared at them angrily and said, "Yellow paper, red pen, black ink, kitchen knife, wooden sword."

Looking at the two people who were preparing, Uncle Jiu sighed helplessly: "These two brats are not qualified but not good at it. They may not achieve great success in their lives."

An Yi stood aside but didn't answer. To be honest, he really couldn't express his opinion on this matter. In his opinion, since Wencai and his team were not good at this, don't force them to learn it, otherwise they would end up learning a bottle and swaying half a bottle. When Uncle Jiu is gone one day, they will work alone. That's totally a matter of sending death.

But he didn't have much to say about this. Seeing Wencai and the others prepared things in a short while, Uncle Jiu caught a chicken and wanted to take some chicken blood.

Wencai, who has been a part-time housewife for a long time, couldn't help feeling a little distressed: "The master uses chicken again?"

But then Uncle Jiu then shut up obediently with his eyes and said embarrassedly with a smile: "Chicken..." but he didn't know what he was thinking.

Uncle Jiu ignored him at all. He first called out the chicken blood ink bucket and asked the two to bounce it on the coffin. Then he returned to show off his knowledge and said, "People divide good people into bad people, zombies and dead bodies."

Wencai's mouth was always idle. As soon as Uncle Jiu finished speaking, he interrupted: "Master, people are not only good people but bad people, but also men and women. Is it Qiu Sheng?" He asked Qiu Sheng, but what he responded to was Uncle Jiu's murderous eyes.

Uncle Jiu scolded, "Why are you talking to me?" He continued, "Old Master Ren's corpse is about to turn into a zombie." Uncle Jiu didn't care much about it, as if he was used to it.

Qiu Sheng asked at this time: "How can you become a zombie?" Wen Cai continued: "Yes, how can people become bad people?"

Uncle Jiu said: "The reason why a person becomes a bad person is because he is not good at it, and the reason why a corpse becomes a zombie is because it breathes a little more."

Qiu Sheng asked while playing the ink dou, "I breathed a little more? What does it mean, Master?"

"Before a person dies, he is angry, holds his breath, and is stuffy. After he dies, he will gather in his throat." Uncle Jiu explained casually, and then said, "You should hurry up and play. You should know that if the zombie comes out, the first person to bite is his closest relative. If you don't want Ren Yingying to become a zombie, don't talk so much with resentment."

Wencai and the others were both shocked and quickly worked hard. Qiu Sheng was not fascinated by the wind and the flowing ghost at this time, and he was still thinking about how to pursue Ren Yingying.

Next, Uncle Jiu took An Yi back to the room and continued to teach him the knowledge of Maoshan secret arts until after dinner, he let An Yi practice by himself.

An Yi naturally refused. After all, he was curious about Taoism now. Time soon came to tell the night. Suddenly, a sound came. An Yi paused his pen, but he didn't move. I knew that Uncle Jiu must have checked it, and he must have seen nothing unusual. Although the coffin was full of ink-fight lines, the coffin was crippled by insects underground for twenty years and was not so strong. Finally, it was shaken by the zombie, but nothing happened tonight.

Put down the talisman pen, An Yi thought in his mind whether he would stop him when the zombie was raised. It was not that he wanted to save Master Ren, but that he wanted to change the plot as it should, and whether the world would change any changes.

After thinking for a while, An Yi felt sure in his heart and thought to himself that he would do it. He stopped drawing talismans, An Yi returned to the bed and sat cross-legged, and his mind sank into his dantian.

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Chapter completed!