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Chapter 1037: Alliance under the City, Master Ren: He is not a human being! (Please subscribe!)

On the way back, Master Ren and Uncle Jiu had almost finished their conversation, and they returned to the charity cemetery together. On the way, Taoist Simu asked:
"Brother Hua, Brother Xu, didn't you want to talk to Master Ren about something? Why didn't you say anything just now?"

Uncle Jiu also looked over curiously, but Hua Twelve smiled faintly: "In fact, we have already finished the discussion!"

"Are you done talking?"

Uncle Jiu and Simu were both surprised. They had been drinking foreign tea with Master Ren just now and did not see Hua Twelve and the others discussing anything with Master Ren.

Hua Shier explained, "We mainly talked about the militia. I just saw Master Ren handing over the militia to the fat man named A Wei, so I took the opportunity to talk to A Wei alone. He was very reasonable and we have reached a consensus!"

Uncle Jiu and Simu suddenly realized: "So that's how it is!"

Hua Twelve continued, "Uncle Jiu, we are very interested in Feng Shui metaphysics. You are going to rebury Master Ren, and we would like to watch. Do you mind if we stay here for a few more days?"

Uncle Jiu and Simu were still thinking about currying favor with someone, and naturally they would not refuse after hearing what Hua Twelve said. The former's face was full of smiles:

"No problem, no problem. We're all friends. You can stay as long as you want. You're welcome!"

Simu took the opportunity to say, "Oh, by the way, what about the "Daoist Guardian Soldiers"?"

Hua Twelve smiled and said nothing.

Uncle Jiu and Si Mu looked at each other and immediately understood. Although it was a lost magic technique of Maoshan Sect, it was someone else's chance to get it, and it would not be good for them to ask for it back without any evidence. If someone kept silent, it meant they were asking for benefits.

Uncle Jiu pondered and said, "Brother Hua, this "Daoist Guardian" is extremely important to my Maoshan inheritance. I have an unwelcome request. I wonder if you can pass this technique back to our lineage. Any conditions are acceptable!"

Simu nodded repeatedly: "Yes, yes, if you have any requests, just ask!"

Hua Twelve looked at Xu Baijiu: "Brother, are you interested in Xuanmen magic?"

Xu Baijiu is good at solving cases, so he is not a fool. He quickly said to Uncle Jiu and Simu:
"My two Taoist priests, I am very interested in magic. I know that both of you are masters of the mysterious sect. I wonder if I will be lucky enough to be accepted as a disciple of Mount Mao?"

Actually, Xu Baijiu originally wanted to persuade Hua Shier to learn something, whether it was Taoist soldiers or the clone technique he had used before, he wanted to learn them both. But now that Hua Shier had taken the initiative, he wanted to become his disciple. This was where he was smart.

What my younger brother knows is our own stuff and we can learn it at any time. If we become a disciple of Maoshan, then everything we learn will be our own gain!

Uncle Jiu and Simu looked at each other and nodded. If you don't accept people as your disciples, why should you ask them to return the secret manual of magic that has been lost for a hundred years?

Uncle Jiu immediately expressed his opinion:

"Brother Xu, you have a heart for Taoism, which is a good thing. Our Maoshan Sect can naturally accept you as a disciple. However, I already have two disciples, Wencai and Qiu Sheng, and my junior brother Simu only has one disciple. He will accept you as his disciple. What do you think?"

Simu also nodded: "Brother Xu, are you willing to take me as your master?"

Seeing that his goal had been achieved, Xu Baijiu was overjoyed: "Yes, yes!"

"Okay, then go back and burn incense to the ancestor, and I will officially accept you into my Maoshan sect tomorrow!"

The next day, Uncle Jiu personally presided over the ceremony of Xu Baijiu's apprenticeship to Taoist Simu. According to the Taoist apprenticeship process, incense was burned, performances were made, scriptures were recited, and confessions were made. Xu Baijiu served tea to Simu and officially became a disciple of Maoshan.

Simu drank Xu Baijiu's tea and said with a smile:
"Good disciple, you are the second in my fold. There is another senior brother above you named Jiale. When you finish the business with Master Ren this time, you will come back with me and I will introduce you to each other!"

Xu Baijiu responded respectfully, and then presented with both hands the apprenticeship gift that Hua Shier had prepared for him, a hand-copied copy of Maoshan Sect's "Daoist Guardians"!
Uncle Jiu and Simu's eyes lit up. They threw a copy of "The 108 Commandments of Maoshan" to Xu Baijiu and asked him to memorize it by himself. Then the two brothers took the secret book back and shared it.

Xu Baijiu opened the "One Hundred and Eight Precepts of Maoshan" and Hua Shier took a look at it.

The first page is the table of contents. The whole book is divided into 'Thirty-six Heavenly Gang Commandments' and 'Seventy-two Earthly Evil Commandments'!
Xu Baijiu was confused: "Brother, have we been deceived?"

Hua Twelve, who had seen the movie, naturally knew that Uncle Jiu and Simu were not liars, and shook his head:
"That's not possible. It just feels too ridiculous. You said that your Maoshan sect lost all the secret manuals, but the precepts are preserved so completely that they can make up the number of 108 small Zhoutian circulations!"

He now feels that his own Qingcheng Sect is still reliable. They play with flying swords, take revenge, and kill anyone they want!

For the next two days, Xu Baijiu felt dizzy from carrying all the precepts. Finally, the day came when his uncle would rebury Old Master Ren. He quickly pulled Hua Twelve to go and watch the fun.

When they met again, Miss Ren's eyes lit up when she saw the two handsome guys, Hua Shier and Xu Baijiu. But the next moment, for some reason, she felt a trace of fear and uneasiness in her heart when she looked at Hua Shier.

Hua Twelve felt her gaze and turned to look. Miss Ren subconsciously hid behind Master Ren. Hua Twelve smiled faintly and didn't care. He knew that although the other party's memory was sealed by his soul-transferring technique, she would still be affected subconsciously.

The fat man Awei was the same, but the look in his eyes when he looked at Hua Twelve was not only filled with fear, but also a hint of submissiveness compared to Miss Ren's.

In front of Old Master Ren’s grave, Uncle Jiu first performed a Taoist ritual, and then led everyone to burn incense to Old Master Ren.

After burning incense, Uncle Jiu and Simu looked around the surrounding mountains and rivers, and seemed to have discovered something. Master Ren said with a little pride:

"Uncle Jiu, Taoist Simu, I think you can see that this is a Feng Shui treasure land. The Feng Shui master said that this cemetery is very difficult to find. It is a good burial site!"

Uncle Jiu nodded and said, "Yes, this hole is called the Dragonfly Touching Water Hole. The hole is 34 feet long, but only 4 feet can be used. It is 13 feet wide, but only 3 feet can be used. Therefore, the coffin cannot be buried flat, it must be buried in a proper way!"

When Mr. Ren heard this, he immediately gave a thumbs up and said, "Uncle Jiu is indeed an expert, he hit the nail on the head!" Obviously Uncle Jiu was right.

Wencai asked, "What is a French funeral? Is it a French funeral?"

Hua Shier rolled his eyes in his heart. This Wencai's IQ was worrying. He might not understand, but how could he ask such questions in front of the victim? You come here to collect money and do the job, you should always appear professional.

Taoist Simu also realized this problem and said:

"Wencai, it seems you still need to learn from your master. As a disciple of Maoshan, how come you don't even know such simple common sense? The burial method is to bury the body vertically!"

Master Ren nodded repeatedly: "Yes, the Feng Shui master said that if the ancestors are buried upright, the descendants will definitely be prosperous!"

Uncle Jiu smiled and said, "Does it work?"

Master Ren smiled bitterly: "For the past twenty years, I don't know why, our Ren family's business has been getting worse and worse!"

Uncle Jiu shook his head and said, "I think that Feng Shui master has a grudge against your Ren family. Did the old master have any grudge against this Feng Shui master when he was alive?"

"Have a grudge?"

Mr. Ren thought about it and said, "This piece of land originally belonged to the Feng Shui master. After my father knew that this was a good place to bury his dead, he bought it with money!"

Uncle Jiu showed a look of realization: "Is it just bribery? Was there any coercion?"

Mr. Ren smiled awkwardly and said nothing, but everyone understood what was going on.

Uncle Jiu shook his head and said, "I think you must have offended the other party by intimidation, otherwise he would never harm you. He also asked you to cover the entire dragonfly touching the water hole with cement. Originally, this hole should be covered with snowflakes, which is called a dragonfly touching the water. Now it is blocked with cement. How can it be called a dragonfly touching the water if the head of the coffin cannot touch the water?"

Simu added, "This Feng Shui master still has a conscience. He told you to move your coffin after 20 years. He will harm you for 20 years but not your whole life. He will harm you for one generation but not your 18th generation!"

Uncle Jiu nodded in agreement: "Master Ren, your family is the richest in the area. When you do things in the future, remember not to be unkind because of your wealth!"

Master Ren felt a little ashamed: "I've learned your lesson!"

Uncle Jiu called out to Qiu Sheng: "Let them start digging!"

Qiu Sheng and Wen Cai immediately ordered people to start digging the grave and taking out the coffin.

After a cup of tea, someone shouted, "See it!" Everyone looked and saw that after the grave mound was dug up, a coffin buried upright was exposed on the ground.

Qiu Sheng directed the workers to get the coffin out. Just as they were about to open it, a cold wind suddenly blew, and those with weaker constitutions shivered. A group of crows were startled from the surrounding trees, and they began to croak.

Cemeteries and crows give many people a sense of foreboding.

Uncle Jiu and Taoist Simu both looked serious. The former nodded to Qiu Shengwencai:

"Raise the coffin!"

When the coffin lid was opened, a black gas visible to the naked eye came out of the coffin. It disappeared into thin air when exposed to the sunlight, but the stench spread.

Everyone covered their noses with their hands and looked into the coffin. They saw Old Master Ren inside. He was wearing official clothes. His body had not rotted, but his face was blue and black.

"father!"

Mr. Ren looked at the lifelike face in the coffin, and immediately knelt on the ground, kowtowed with Miss Ren.

Uncle Jiu and Si Mu looked at each other and saw the solemnity in each other's eyes. They knew that after Master Ren opened the coffin, corpse gas came out, the corpse had not decayed for twenty years, and the skin was still blue-black. These things were obviously the rhythm of the corpse regenerating.

However, such things are generally not said directly. If you say something that is beyond the general public's understanding, you may be misunderstood as a liar.

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After Master Ren finished bowing, Uncle Jiu immediately suggested:
"Master Ren, this dragonfly-dipped water point is no longer effective, why not cremate it on the spot!"

When Master Ren heard this, he shook his head repeatedly: "No, my father is most afraid of getting angry, I can't do this!"

Uncle Jiu got anxious when he heard this: "Master Ren, there will be trouble if we don't cremate him!"

Master Ren flatly refused: "No, I won't agree to it. Uncle Jiu, please help me think of other ways!"

Uncle Jiu was helpless: "Then let's keep it in our charity cemetery for the time being. I'll help the old man find a new grave tomorrow!"

After hearing what Uncle Jiu said, Master Ren nodded in satisfaction: "This is the best. I'll ask Uncle Jiu to find a good grave for my father. Ah Wei, ask someone to send the coffin to the charity cemetery!"

After explaining everything, all the people from the Ren family left. Uncle Jiu asked Wencai and Qiu Sheng to light a plum blossom incense array in front of the grave. Simu asked Xu Baijiu to stay here and learn from his two senior brothers how to set up the incense array, and then they followed him back to the charity cemetery.

Hua Twelve followed Uncle Jiu and the others back to the charity cemetery. Looking at Old Master Ren's coffin, an idea suddenly came to his mind and he couldn't help but smile.

Not long after returning to the charity cemetery, Wencai and Qiusheng hurried back and shouted as soon as they entered the cemetery:

"Master, something bad has happened! Master, something bad has happened!"

Uncle Jiu, who was drinking tea with Simu and Hua Twelve, turned pale when he heard this: "Your master is fine!"

"No, Master, look at this incense!"

Wencai was holding three incense sticks in his hand, two on the left and right, which were broken at the root, and the long one in the middle had also gone out.

Uncle Jiu and Simu both looked solemn: "People are most afraid of three long and two short, and incense is most afraid of two short and one long!"

Simu pondered and said, "Brother, this seems to be the worst possible outcome!"

Xu Baijiu asked curiously: "Master, what happened?"

Simu looked at his new disciple and explained, "Your uncle and I both think that Old Master Ren's body might have turned into a corpse!"

Qiu Sheng and Wen Cai were both shocked: "Is he going to turn into a zombie? Then burn it quickly!"

Uncle Jiu snorted coldly: "If his son disagrees, what can I do?"

At this time, Hua Twelve suddenly made a suggestion:
"Two Taoist priests, if Old Master Ren really turns into a zombie, how about training him into a Taoist soldier for my brother?"

"This"

Uncle Jiu showed a look of displeasure. If his apprentice said such words, he would definitely be scolded. But Hua Twelve was the golden thigh that he and Simu had recognized, so he couldn't let such words come true.

Simu was a smooth person, and explained:

"Brother Hua, if it was an ownerless zombie, it would be fine, but the son and granddaughter of the Ren family are still alive. You can't turn the corpse into a Taoist soldier without telling their descendants. If you really do that, it will be detrimental."

He didn't say anything else, but Hua Shier knew what he was going to say. It would damage his virtue!
Hua Twelve didn't care and said with a smile: "What if Master Ren agrees?"

Uncle Jiu nodded: "It's fine if the family members agree, but how is that possible!"

Simu also said: "Put yourself in their shoes. Who would be willing to let others refine the bones of their ancestors into Taoist soldiers?"

Hua Twelve smiled and said, "Who knows what the future will be like. Maybe Master Ren will agree!"

He refines Taoist weapons specifically from other people's ancestors. Just think about it, in the Shushan world, the eighteen generations of ancestors of all the big guys in Emei were refined into Taoist weapons by him. How amazing it was... So spectacular!
Uncle Jiu and Simu asked Wencai, Qiu Sheng and Xu Baijiu to use the ink line to tap the coffin up and down and left and right to suppress the evil spirit, and wait until they found a cemetery the next day to bury the coffin.

The three brothers were working in the front, while Uncle Jiu and Simu took Hua Twelve to the back to drink tea and chat.

After dinner, Qiu Sheng rode his bike back to his aunt's house in town, and everyone went back to their rooms to rest.

In the middle of the night, there was a sudden loud bang in the morgue hall. Several people came out to check.

In the morgue, Old Master Ren's coffin had been torn into pieces, and the body inside had disappeared.

Uncle Jiu and Simu shouted at the same time: "Oh no! The corpse has transformed!"

Hua Shier was a little puzzled. He remembered that Qiu Sheng and Wencai had a fight while working and forgot to use the ink line to draw the bottom of the coffin, causing the body to escape. However, that happened the next day. How come Old Master Ren disappeared on the first day the body was kept?

Uncle Jiu quickly checked the coffin and saw that the ink line on it was obviously wrong, so he quickly woke up Wencai:

"I asked you to use the ink fountain to make a coffin, and this is how you do it?"

Wencai also knew that he had gotten into trouble, so he shrank his neck and said awkwardly, "Master, we asked our junior brother to do it."

Uncle Jiu said angrily, "Your junior brother has only been my disciple for two days, what does he know? Hey, find the body first, and then I'll show you how I'll deal with you later!"

Simu reminded: "After the corpse transforms, the zombies will suck the blood of their relatives. I'm afraid Master Ren is in danger again!"

Uncle Jiu slapped his forehead and said, "Oh no, let's go!"

Hua Twelve smiled and said to the two of them, "I'll go ahead and talk to Master Ren about having his father trained as a Taoist soldier!"

He said that under the shocked gazes of everyone, he displayed his Qinggong skills, flew up to the roof, and floated away. After putting some distance between them, he used Xiaoyao Yufeng to fly directly to Master Ren's house.

Hua Shier didn't know where Master Ren's house was, but he used Erlang Shen's eyes to lock onto the corpse aura and just follow the zombies.

When Uncle Jiu and the others hurried to Ren's house, they saw Hua Twelve sitting on the sofa in Ren's house, one foot on a struggling zombie, drinking tea with Mr. Ren, who had a bitter look on his face. Miss Ren was sitting next to him, shivering.

As soon as Master Ren saw Uncle Jiu, he started to cry: "Uncle Jiu, you have to make the decision for me. This man is your apprentice, right? He is not a human being. He insisted that I agree to turn my father's body into a soldier. If I don't agree, he won't save me and made my father chase me around the house."

(End of this chapter)