I Have a Monster Farm

Ren's family is a large family in Ren's town, so the relocation of the grave is naturally a big deal.

Of course, it doesn't mean that there will be a large number of banquets, but that the sacrificial offering is almost complete and very thoughtful.

Zhang Ziyu stood behind Uncle Jiu, and beside him stood Qiusheng and Wencai, a pair of crouching dragon and phoenix chicks.

God knows how these two clever people in private managed to keep Uncle Jiu from stepping down in public.

It's hard not to believe that they are not taking the opportunity to blackmail their stingy and strict master.

After all, if it were Zhang Ziyu, he would most likely be so unremarkable as the Taoist priest with four eyes.

Uncle Jiu finished the ritual and began to order people to break the ground. Ren Fa chatted with Uncle Jiu about the cemetery.

"Uncle Jiu, what do you think of this land?"

"That's right, it's a treasure land of geomantic omen, with a touch of water, and a proper burial, so that future generations will be blessed."

When Uncle Jiu said this, he had already seen some clues.

The superficial treasure land is naturally real, but the Ren family has not been very happy these years. In addition to the instructions that they must be relocated for 20 years, it would be strange if there is nothing wrong with it.

"Uncle Jiu has good eyesight. The Feng Shui master did say this back then, and said that if the ancestors are buried vertically, the future generations will surely prosper. But..."

Ren Fa sighed, but Uncle Jiu took over before he finished speaking.

"However, in the past twenty years, things have backfired. Not only is the Ren family not prosperous, but everything is not going well, right?"

Ren Fa's expression changed slightly, and he immediately asked, "Uncle Jiu, what are you talking about?"

In fact, for so many years, Ren Fa has been suspicious in his heart. Twenty years later, after his late father was buried here by coincidence, the Ren family went from bad to worse.

Mr. Feng Shui moved his hands and feet. This suspicion has already taken root in his heart.

It's just that there is no evidence, and I am not a person in this trip, so I waited for these twenty years with half-belief.

But now that he heard Uncle Jiu's words, he was smart enough to confirm what he was thinking.

"Where does this treasure land come from?"

"My late father bought it at a high price from Mr. Feng Shui."

"Hehe, I don't think so."

Uncle Jiu sneered, looked at Ren Fa and looked at him in embarrassment.

"You have to be covered with snowflakes. Now that you are capped with lime, you will naturally allow your family's luck to decline. That person has some rules. He has a lot of hatred and great results. He has only harmed you for twenty years, but he has not harmed you. lifetime."

"Uncle Jiu, how do you think we can solve it now?"

Just as Ren Fa was about to ask for a solution, the servants on the other side had already dug up the coffin of Old Master Ren and placed it in front of the cemetery.

Before the coffin was opened, a flock of birds had already been startled in the forest, showing an ominous premonition.

Uncle Jiu frowned, he knew that the coffin might have changed.

He didn't pay much attention to Ren Fa's question, and when he came to the coffin, he felt it carefully, and there was indeed a faint cold aura.

"Ren Gong is brave enough to see the light of day again. Those who are 36, 22, 35 and 48 years old and who belong to the rooster and ox are also avoided."

Uncle Jiu's voice fell, and people of this age and zodiac signs turned their backs and moved a little away from the coffin, so as to avoid bumping into Old Mrs. Ren when the coffin was opened.

"Open the coffin and pick up the bones"

A few young men in the crowd who hadn't faced the wall stepped forward, holding tools in their hands, and pried the coffin nails, and the coffin boards that had already shown signs of decay were instantly opened.

A stench rushed towards his face, and Uncle Jiu even saw a black air that ordinary people couldn't see.

At the moment of opening the coffin, everyone looked into the coffin. This look shocked the nearest few who opened the coffin. Their faces were pale, and their backs were instantly covered with cold sweat.

Mrs. Ren's bones hadn't decayed in twenty years, and now his complexion was ashen, extremely ferocious, making people panic.

Deadly Change, the word immediately popped into everyone's mind.

"Father!"

"grandfather!"

Ren Fa and Ren Tingting threw themselves in front of the coffin, both worried and crying out of custom.

"Uncle Jiu, what should we do now?"

Ren Fa had cried, his face was heavy, and he already knew there was a problem.

Now his father's appearance is not just a matter of moving the grave, but also worrying about whether something strange will happen.

"Master Ren, my suggestion is"

Just as Uncle Jiu was about to say that Mrs. Ren was burned, he saw Zhang Ziyu shaking his head.

He immediately thought that from the point of view of Taoists, it is indeed the most convenient way to eliminate the corpse before it turns into a dead body, but in the eyes of ordinary people, it is different.

On the one hand, everyone may not fully believe that this corpse will turn into a zombie and endanger one side.

On the other hand, people's words are terrifying. As long as Ren Fa dares to burn the corpse now, it won't be long before someone will dare to say that he dared to dig it up and burn it to ashes in order to make wealth.

Regardless of whether the words are true or not, the more outrageous they are, the more powerful they will be spread, and maybe even himself will become one of the spearheads.

Uncle Jiu thought for a while, and said, "Put it in my Yizhuang for now, and I will bury Old Master Ren after I find a better cemetery."

Now that Mrs. Ren has turned into a dead body, the originally selected cemetery cannot be used.

It is necessary to choose a place to suppress evil spirits, so as to suppress the corpse change and solve the problem slowly.

There was an accident, so naturally it would not continue. Master Ren ordered someone to carry the coffin to Yizhuang, while Uncle Jiu asked Wencai Qiusheng to burn incense, firstly to appease the souls of the dead in the cemetery, and secondly for divination.

Zhang Ziyu followed Uncle Jiu back to Yizhuang, saw Uncle Jiu frowned slightly, and asked curiously: "Master, do you think it is possible that the buttons left by Mr. Feng Shui will destroy the entire Ren family."

Uncle Jiu looked at Zhang Ziyu like a fool: "Mr. Feng Shui is not stupid. If you want to kill someone, why keep it for twenty years? Why do you want to kill more?"

"No, is there a possibility, uncle, that he was not strong enough to play against the Ren family at that time."

"According to what you say, you can refine corpses and understand Fengshui. This is not enough strength. How powerful is the Ren family?"

"Could it be for refining corpses?"

"If it's really for the purpose of refining corpses, and directly burying the people who hate the most deeply, blood sacrifices every now and then, wouldn't it be faster than you have been buried for twenty years?"

Zhang Ziyu wanted to continue digging for some clues, but as a result, Uncle Jiu looked more and more as if he saw a useless game account in front of him.

The eyes became more and more unfriendly, and Uncle Jiu was already thinking about whether to continue the special training for this nephew for a while.

This kind of thinking is even more out of tune than that of the four-eyed junior brother. If it weren't for the high talent in cultivation and medicine refining, he would have taught this kid a long time ago.

Zhang Ziyu saw that something was wrong, and if he continued to ask, he would be doomed, so he quickly made an excuse and just walked away.

According to Uncle Jiu's analysis, there is no such thing as Mr. Feng Shui, so it will be much easier. If the zombies come out of the cage, and then find a way to contain them, then everything will be fine.

Back in the Hall of Rejuvenation, Huang Rong stepped forward and asked curiously, "How is the matter with Uncle Jiu?"

"The corpse has changed, and it will become a zombie in a few days. Then we will find a chance to catch it."

Although zombies often appear in Qing Dynasty classics and legends, the Song Dynasty did not have related legends about corpse transformation. In addition, Huang Rong has been here for a while, so she is no stranger to such things.

She frowned slightly, with a thoughtful expression on her face: "But Uncle Jiu is staring at you. I'm afraid you won't be able to do anything. If you are found out, you might just give him a beating. Why don't you lure Uncle Jiu out?"

Huang Rong talked about Uncle Nine, but when things came to an end, she still stood by Zhang Ziyu's side.

Zhang Ziyu thought for a while and said, "It's good to just wait for the rabbit. My uncle is not that simple. Anyway, the zombie corpse will look for his blood relatives to suck blood at the first time. If he guards the Ren family, he will probably be able to guard the zombies."

"Rong'er, the organization has given you a difficult task."

"Absolutely not!"

Huang Rong was so smart, she immediately knew what kind of medicine was sold in Zhang Ziyu's gourd, and wanted to ask her to follow the Ren family.

Is this what a girl should do?

Moreover, why should a stinky fish want to fish, she has to do things.

Zhang Ziyu smiled awkwardly but politely, and said, "Look at you, why would I let you do such a thing, I just want to ask what's for dinner tonight."

Huang Rong snorted twice, looked at Zhang Ziyu with a sneer, and said, "Squirrel mandarin fish, cut it into pieces first, and then deep-fry it in the pan."

"Is Boss Zhang at home?"