Chapter 8: Filial Son and Virtuous Grandson
Since the master and apprentice did not avoid others in their conversation, Ren Fa finally felt relieved after hearing this and thanked him repeatedly: "Thank you, Uncle Ninth, thank you, Uncle Ninth."
Uncle Jiu raised his head Holding his hand, he said solemnly: "You're welcome, hurry up and open the coffin. I want to see the body of Mr. Ren."
Ren Fa nodded slightly and glanced at Ren Quan, who immediately acted like he was following holy orders. He hurriedly ordered the servants to dig the grave and hang the coffin.
"Master, why is this coffin placed vertically?" Qiu Sheng asked curiously as he watched more than ten people working together to pull the wooden coffin out of the ground using levers.
"The dragonfly touches the water hole. You can't bury it horizontally, you can only bury it in a legal way. The so-called legal burial means placing the coffin upright." Uncle Jiu explained.
Ren Fa said: "That's what Mr. Feng Shui said at the beginning. Uncle Jiu, you just said that the other party moved his hands and feet on this tomb. I wonder where these hands and feet were moved?"
Uncle Jiu pointed to the cement on the graveyard and said: "Don't use cement to cover the dragonfly's water hole, otherwise the spiritual energy inside will not be able to come out. How to feed back to your Ren family? Even if the spiritual energy accumulated over the years cannot be released, it will be fed back into the corpse of the old man, and it is very likely that the corpse will become a psychic..."
Ren was surprised: "The corpse is a psychic. What does spirit mean? "
"It means becoming a zombie," Qin Yao said suddenly.
Ren Fa: "..."
Ren Tingting: "..."
"Master, the coffin has been brought out. Do you want to open the coffin now?" The father and daughter were still in a state of confusion. , Ren Quan came to their side and said.
"Boom, boom, boom..."
Ren Fa was about to speak when a flock of crows suddenly flew out of the distant mountain forest, and their sharp cries pierced the sky, making him suddenly startled.
Immediately afterwards, the sky quickly darkened, as if it were the prelude to a storm, and the world was filled with the depressing atmosphere of an impending storm.
“It’s all up to Uncle Jiu!”
Uncle Jiu glanced at the crow in the dark sky from a distance, frowned slightly, and said in a deep voice: “Everyone, today is Ren Taigongwei’s turn. On the day when Yong regains sight of the sky, all those aged twenty-two, thirty-five, thirty-six, and forty-eight, born in the Year of the Rooster, or born in the Year of the Ox, will turn away.”
Seven or eight people in the crowd turned around! There are men and women.
Uncle Jiu nodded, and then said: "Escape is complete, tidy up your clothes, and prepare to open the coffin."
Everyone turned around and saw four young men standing at the four corners of the coffin, waiting for instructions.
“Open the coffin!” Uncle Jiu glanced at the sky and said in a deep voice.
Four young men immediately leaned over, one of them grabbed a corner of the coffin lid and lifted it with force.
"Shua..." At this time, a piece of black air visible to the naked eye flew out of the coffin and quickly disappeared into the void.
Qin Yao looked into the coffin with everyone and saw a corpse wearing Qing Dynasty official robes lying flat in the center of the coffin. If his cheeks were not black and his eyes were closed, he would look like a living person. .
"The corpse has been transformed." Qin Yao said solemnly.
When Ren Fa, who was about to kneel down and cry bitterly, heard this, he quickly backed away as if he had been stung by a scorpion.
Uncle Jiu: "..."
Ren Tingting: "..."
"Zombie transformation, have you turned into a zombie?" After a while, I felt like I was old. Ren Tingting, who was a little embarrassed, asked.
"Yes." Qin Yao affirmed.
As someone who has accepted the "advanced ideas" of the West, Ren Tingting has always been skeptical of these gods and ghosts, so her lack of fear stems more from her disbelief, as long as zombies don't jump around in front of her. In front of her, she can be fearless: "What should we do now?"
"Cremation on the spot is the best choice. "Qin Yao said without thinking: "The corpse has been burned to ashes, so there is no need to worry about the consequences of the transformation."
"No!" Ren Fa suddenly said: "What my father was most afraid of when he was alive was fire. "Wouldn't it be unfilial to cremate him today?" Qin Yao glanced at him and said with a smile, "It's up to you."
If he continued to persuade him nicely, Ren Fa might stick to his point of view, but his look like I don't care if you die made Ren Fa feel so unsure that he asked Uncle Jiu in a low voice: "Uncle Jiu" "What do you think?"
"He is right." Uncle Jiu pointed at Qin Yao. He said to Ren Fa earnestly: "Once the corpse turns into a zombie, there will no longer be any talk about the relationship between father and son. Even because they come from the same source, your blood will be more attractive to him, which will cause him to be disadvantageous to you."
“Burn!” Ren Fa said decisively after hearing this.
Uncle Jiu: "..."
Hmm.
Filial piety is touching.
“Bang!”
Suddenly, something no one expected happened. The old man who was lying in the coffin suddenly opened his eyes and jumped out of the coffin like a spring. The shiny nails stabbed at Uncle Jiu who was closest to him.
With Uncle Jiu’s strength, it is not difficult to avoid him, but the problem is that these people from the Ren family are too close to him. If he avoids it, many people will probably be killed. Mr. Ren was injured or even killed.
At the critical moment, he was ready to sacrifice his life to save others.
Anyway, there are people under Maoshan. Even if they are really dead, they can find an official position in the underworld after death. Then they will find a way to protect the three apprentices in the human world.
"Boom!"
However, before he could confront Mr. Ren, a huge black shadow passed by him, and its fist struck Mr. Ren's chest heavily like a mountain.
Mr. Ren's body was instantly beaten into a bow shape, and a pair of blood-red eyes almost jumped out of their sockets. A moment later, his body was quickly thrown backward like a kite with its string broken.
Uncle Jiu: "..."
call.
His grandma, he almost forgot, these three of his apprentices are not as useless as the other two apprentices, and it is completely unreasonable to torture zombies.
Qin Yao took a big step, came to Mr. Ren before he got up, kicked him hard in the face, and with a loud bang, smashed his head into the mountain.
“Bang, bang, bang.”
One kick after another, and soon Mr. Ren could see nothing above his neck. In the crowd, Ren Fa's lips trembled, and he looked at Uncle Jiu imploringly: "Uncle Jiu, please give my father a happy life."
Seeing Mr. Ren being tortured with blood, Uncle Jiu felt happy, so he nodded and quickly came behind Qin Yao: "Okay, Qin Yao, let me handle the rest."
Qin Yao finally stamped his foot into the pit, feeling that Mr. Ren's head had been crushed by his own feet. Then he slowly backed away and handed the body to Uncle Jiu for disposal.
Uncle Jiu took out a piece of talisman paper from his hands and shook it gently. The talisman paper spontaneously ignited without fire, releasing orange flames.
"Ashes to ashes, dust to dust, old man, have a safe journey." Uncle Jiu sighed slightly and threw the burning talisman in his hand towards the old man's body.
“Hoo, ho, ho…”
Suddenly, something unexpected happened. A strong wind blew up on the hill, flying sand and rocks blew away Uncle Jiu's talismans and even knocked many people around.
Qin Yao was not affected. He squinted his eyes and looked towards the wind outlet. He saw an old man with disheveled hair riding the wind and stopped beside Ren Taigong. He reached out and grabbed Taigong's legs, trying to lift him from the ground. Pull it out.
There was a snap.
Tai Gong Ren’s body was pulled out by him, but his head was missing...
(End of Chapter)