Become a legend in Hong Kong

When the coffin was opened, Liao Wenjie's Taoist skills had not dissipated, and he could clearly see a black mist rising from it.

After the fog cleared, Ren Weiyong's body lay quietly in the coffin. After twenty years, there was no sign of decay at all, as if it had just been buried yesterday.

"this……"

A group of people's faces turned pale with fright. Ren Fa hurriedly pulled his daughter and knelt down in front of the coffin, saying that it was unfilial to alarm her father.

After kowtowing three times, he hurriedly got up and grabbed Uncle Jiu's sleeves: "What should I do? Something is wrong. Is it too late to bury it back now?"

This is your father, not a carrot in the garden!

Liao Wenjie complained in his heart. Only now did he realize that he regretted what he had done.

Uncle Jiu probably regretted it a little, and frowned and said: "A dragonfly's drop of water will not hit the same location. This tomb is no longer usable. In the case of Old Master Ren... it is recommended to be cremated on the spot."

"Ah, how can that work? My father was most afraid of fire when he was alive, so this will definitely not work."

Ren Fa shook his head repeatedly. There was something strange about his twenty-year-old father, but he didn't care about it. He just wanted to change Ren Weiyong's tomb so that he could use his remaining energy to benefit future generations.

Once it was burned down, where could he find a second father?

"Mr. Ren, if something goes wrong, there must be a monster. If he is not cremated, there may be trouble."

"Uncle Jiu, I have something to say..."

Ren Fa's face was full of urgency and he whispered something into Uncle Jiu's ear. The latter hesitated for a long time before finally making a decision. First move Ren Weiyong's coffin to Yizhuang, seize the time to find a new tomb, and bury him as soon as possible.

Ren Fa thought it was great, so he took his daughter and nephew first. The workers covered the coffin and carried it down the mountain.

Uncle Jiu personally held the battle, and before leaving, he asked literary talent Qiusheng to light a plum blossom incense array on the grave to see how it would fare after it was burned.

"Remember, incense sticks must be placed on every grave."

Uncle Jiu pointed to the cemetery not far away: "Those who see it have their share, so don't neglect others."

When Liao Wenjie heard this, he stopped leaving. He remembered that when Qiu Sheng was putting incense on the grave, he was entangled by an infatuated female ghost. He lived happily for several nights until Uncle Jiu appeared and beat the mandarin ducks with a stick to drive the female ghost away.

Liao Wenjie decided to help Qiu Sheng to overcome this hurdle in advance. Although Qiu Sheng was profitable, after all, people and ghosts have different paths. Apart from anything else, no matter how much pork liver he consumed in those few nights, he could not make up for it. .

"Qiu Sheng, I'll burn the incense, and you can help Wen Cai light the plum blossom array."

"Okay, Jack."

Liao Wenjie took the initiative to help, and Qiu Sheng naturally refused. He put a handful of incense in his hand and ran over to play with Wencai.

Liao Wenjie took a handful of incense, bowed three times in front of each grave, and finally put the lit incense on it.

With the blessing of his mind, he whispered the "God's Mantra for Purifying Heaven and Earth". After all the incense was placed on the graves, nothing happened, and there was no female ghost's laughter in his ears.

At this time, Wencai and Qiu Sheng screamed in surprise and ran to Liao Wenjie with three sticks of incense.

"Brother Jie, something happened. Look at these three sticks of incense. Two are short and one is long. They are life-threatening incense!"

"Not just these three sticks of incense, all the incense in the Plum Blossom Array are like this..."

…

"People are most afraid of three long and two short, and the most afraid of incense is two short and one long, but it happened to be burned like this."

In Yizhuang, Uncle Jiu was guarding Ren Weiyong's coffin in the mourning hall. He held the incense and shook his head repeatedly: "Hei Bai Wuchang came to remind me that someone in the family must be dead. It's a big disaster, a big disaster!"

"Master, it's not as serious as you said."

Qiu Sheng asked doubtfully: "I remember it was written in the book that dead chickens and cows at home are considered to be life-threatening. Didn't it say that people must die?"

"I didn't say it, but there's something wrong with the dead body in the coffin. If a body hasn't rotted after being buried in the ground for twenty years, it must have been transformed."

Uncle Jiu walked to the coffin and pushed open the coffin board with one palm, revealing Ren Weiyong's body.

Liao Wenjie came up and took a look. It looked like a corpse that had just died. Now the face was wrinkled, the knuckles of the ten fingers were protruding, and the nails were sticking out, and each one was faintly glowing with blue light.

"Wow! I've gained weight!"

Wen Cai and Qiu Sheng exclaimed at the same time. Uncle Jiu glared at them fiercely and raised his hand to close the coffin.

"It's so unbecoming to make such a noise. It scared him to death. It will be easier for you!"

"Uncle Jiu, just set it on fire. The old man is not far from the zombies. My scalp is numb just by looking at it."

Liao Wenjie spoke again, rolled up his sleeves, and showed the arm that had been scratched by Issey Miyake. The wound had not yet healed: "I encountered a zombie some time ago. Not only could it fly into the sky and escape from the earth, but it also had the ability to control fire. If it weren't for a bad brain, Yes, all my blood has been sucked dry by him."

"Hiss!" x2

Wencai and Qiu Sheng took a breath of cold air and took two steps away from Liao Wenjie. Their eyes were filled with fear, fearing that he would change at his request.

Uncle Jiu held down Liao Wenjie's arm and looked up and down to make sure there was no remaining corpse poison. Then he asked curiously: "Ajie, how did you deal with that zombie?"

"It's simple. I can't fight at night. I found his coffin during the day, dragged it under the bright sun, and lifted the coffin board directly."

"It's done right."

"So, let's give Mr. Ren some sunshine tomorrow?"

"..."

"Uncle Jiu, please speak."

"Ajie, it would be easy and trouble-free to burn Old Mrs. Ren on fire, but I won't even think about opening a charity village in Renjiazhuang in the future."

Uncle Jiu shook his head and sighed: "Although I practice Taoism, practice, and cultivate myself, I can't help but sink deeper and deeper into the world of mortals. I have been struggling for many years, and I am entangled in worldly things. It is impossible to achieve anything I want to do. I just want to accumulate experience during my lifetime." There are some yang and yin virtues, but after death they become yin and bad."

"Uncle Jiu, can we say something humane instead of riddles?"

"I'm useless, but you still have hope."

Uncle Jiu said angrily. He had a sudden impulse and was doused with a basin of cold water. He didn't want to talk to Liao Wenjie anymore.

"You two, go prepare paper, pen, ink and sword."

Uncle Jiu was not very angry with Liao Wenjie, and even had a bad temper with the two stupid apprentices. Each of them had a brain breakdown and said: "What are you doing standing still? Yellow paper, red pen, black ink, kitchen knife, wooden sword, don't you understand these?" ?”

He just knows how to take it out on us!

Wen Cai and Qiu Sheng looked aggrieved, trotted out of the mourning hall, and soon got everything ready.

Uncle Jiu opened the altar and smeared the neck of the live chicken with a knife. When the bright red blood filled the porcelain bowl, he stepped on Bagua and turned his hands to form a seal.

He raised his hand to pick up the glutinous rice, placed it on the candle and lit it. The red light was introduced into the porcelain bowl filled with chicken blood, and flames instantly burst into flames.

Immediately afterwards, he took the ink and poured it into the bowl, stirred it evenly before the flame went out, and finally poured the bowl of black-red liquid into the groove of the ink fountain with the Bagua mirror as the top.

This Taoist technique can be regarded as the secret technique of Maoshan, but Uncle Jiu did not mind that Liao Wenjie was nearby. Based on his intention, he did not actively invite Liao Wenjie to watch, and there was nothing he could do about it if the other party peeked at him.

"Okay, you two use ink string to flick on the coffin. This will seal the body of Mr. Ren. Even if he turns into a zombie, he still has to lie in the coffin."

The first half of the sentence is for Wencai and Qiu Sheng, and the second half is for Liao Wenjie. He is trapped in the world of mortals and cannot escape. He dare not spread the ashes of Mr. Ren, but he will not sit back and watch zombies harm people. This problem is still difficult. Don't beat him.

"Okay, Master."

Wen Cai and Qiu Sheng picked up the ink fountain and began to string the thread around Ren Weiyong's coffin.

"Remember, all places must be played, there can be no omissions."

"Don't worry, Master."

"We're still fine with this little thing."

Liao Wenjie: "..."

Forgive him for speaking sincerely since he was a child. Qiu Sheng is a tough guy and a talented writer. These two bastards have deceived their master for more than a day or two. They are not worthy of trust.

In less than half a stick of incense, Wencai and Qiu Sheng filled the entire coffin with ink lines. At least on the surface, there was no problem.

"Done."

"it is finally over!"

"Wait a minute, who told you it's over?"

Liao Wenjie leaned against the door and glanced at the two of them: "Uncle Ninth went out to let the water go. He said you were unreliable. He asked me to keep an eye on him before he left. You really didn't let him down."

"Brother Jie, how can you accuse someone of innocence out of thin air?"

"Yeah, I'm obviously done playing."

"Huh, is the bottom of the coffin loaded?"

"Ah this..."

"Hurry up, pop up the bottom of the coffin as well. There is also the area where the bench is set up. I will be watching here. If you miss a spot, I will let the two black ones bite you."