The ultimate master in the city

Monk Yuanzhi laughed when he saw this, "Brother, you're really unlucky! You didn't even dodge with such high skill."

"What are you laughing at!" Zhou Fengchen felt extremely embarrassed. "I didn't mean to hide. Otherwise, if it were me today, anyone who got caught would be in big trouble."

Monk Yuanzhi stopped laughing and said, "But you probably won't be able to leave for the time being. What should we do about the one at Granny Mi's house?"

Zhou Fengchen thought for a moment, then took out a string of talismans from his pocket and handed them to him: "I need to deal with this old lady. You go and ask Granny Mi if that girl is there. Seal off the area to prevent her from running away. We'll talk about it when I get here."

"Alright, you'd better hurry!" Monk Yuanzhi nodded, then pulled the stunned old woman and Ge Jiaying away in a hurry.

A group of people dressed in mourning clothes peeked over from a distance. They saw the old woman grabbing someone and standing still. The person seemed to be alright, so they cautiously approached, their hearts pounding.

Upon seeing this, the few filial sons and grandsons who hadn't fainted from fright in the mourning tent cried out and rushed over, shouting, "Mom!"

"grandmother!"

Upon seeing this, the crowd that had gathered nearby also began to cry.

Crying is quite exciting, but when they get close, no one dares to step forward.

An elderly man in his sixties wiped away his tears, looked at the old woman, then at Zhou Fengchen, and asked cautiously, "Young man, are you... are you alright?"

Zhou Fengchen said sternly, "Probably not!"

The old man smacked his lips and asked, "Then... can you help me see if my mother has come back to life, or...?"

Zhou Fengchen lowered his head, feigning seriousness. "Dead. Didn't come back to life!"

"Oh no!" The group's expressions changed drastically, and they stamped their feet in anxiety. "What on earth is going on?"

Zhou Fengchen said, "What? What's going on? It's like it's come back to life! Unless they saw off my legs, I can't move. Quickly, find a skilled master!"

"A zombie apocalypse!?"

The group looked at each other, filled with fear and panic.

The old man looked dejected. "Where...where can we find a master in such a short time?"

Zhou Fengchen said, "How about I help you find one?"

The old man was taken aback. "Okay, where can I find it?"

Zhou Fengchen pointed to his own nose, "Me! I am the master!"

"You..." The old man and the group of people were also dazed, "Then... you'd better get it done quickly!"

"You asked me to do this, so it's not like I'm meddling!"

Zhou Fengchen nodded, took out a talisman from his pocket, shook it from side to side while chanting incantations, then bent down and slammed it onto the old woman's corpse's forehead, shouting, "Open!"

The old woman's hands, which had been like iron hoops, loosened instantly, and her body trembled slightly the moment they were released.

"Ah!" The group of people were so frightened that they quickly backed away.

Fortunately, the old woman's body soon stopped moving again.

Among the crowd were young people who, looking at the talisman between the old woman's eyebrows and then at Zhou Fengchen, muttered under their breath, "He really is a yin-yang master! Just like on TV."

Someone quickly scolded, "Don't talk!"

The old man stepped forward with a pained expression and asked Zhou Fengchen, "Sir, what... what should we do next?"

Zhou Fengchen pointed to the mourning hall, "Everyone, go from here to the mourning hall and kneel in two rows. Don't move the old lady's body."

"Yes! Good!" The old man quickly gave the order, and soon almost everyone knelt down, forming two neat rows from the intersection to the mourning tent.

Zhou Fengchen walked slowly into the mourning hall with his hands behind his back. A group of women who had fainted woke up at this time and fearfully stepped aside, kneeling and not daring to raise their heads.

"Alas--"

Zhou Fengchen shouted a command, then took out a talisman from his pocket, slapped it on the headboard of the bright red wooden bed, and muttered, "May your soul find its home, and may your descendants kneel in worship!"

Upon hearing this, all those kneeling immediately prostrated themselves on the ground and kowtowed repeatedly.

Zhou Fengchen pointed and said, "Return!"

A miraculous scene unfolded: the old woman's corpse in the distance suddenly stood up and hopped towards the mourning hall, just like a zombie in a TV drama.

The people kneeling along the road were terrified beyond words.

When they jumped onto the mourning hall, a group of women cried out "Ah!" and scrambled to the side, lying flat on the ground, their bodies trembling and sobbing softly, whether from sadness or fear, it was hard to tell.

Once the old lady was obediently lying on the bed, Zhou Fengchen said, "That's enough!"

A group of people cautiously raised their heads, and seeing that there was nothing horrifying, they quietly approached.

Then, led by the old man, a group of people knelt in front of the mourning tent, crying and asking, "Sir, what happened to my mother?"

Remembering his earlier question to Granny Mi, Zhou Fengchen didn't mention the fact that the raccoon couldn't leap over corpses. He coughed and said, "Then I'll have to ask your mother!"

The old man quickly said, "Then please ask."

Zhou Fengchen lowered his head and asked the old woman's corpse in a pretentious manner, "Old woman, why did you come back to life?"

After pretending to listen attentively, she straightened up after a while and burst into a tirade: "You bunch of bastards, what are you pretending to be, these filial sons and grandsons? Huh? The old lady raised you all with such hardship, but what kind of life did she lead in the last few years before she died? Can you live with yourselves? The old lady couldn't breathe her last, so she came back to life. Do you know what she just told me? She said she was worried about which grandson would catch a cold. Even in death, she was still thinking about her descendants! You bunch of bastards..."

This is pure nonsense. I lost my money last night and can't find it. I was so angry that I wanted to vent my frustration by yelling at people. Anyway, these people deserve to be yelled at.

"Waaaaah..."

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Zhou Fengchen felt it was about time. He made a hand seal and slapped it on the talisman between the old woman's eyebrows, drawing away the last trace of yin energy. He said, "Alright, the old woman's breath is at peace. She's gone to the underworld and won't have any more trouble."

The sons, of course, believed them and expressed their gratitude repeatedly, saying, "Thank you, sir! Thank you, sir!"

Zhou Fengchen waved his hand: "No need to thank me! Twenty thousand yuan!"

The group of people were stunned for a moment. The eldest son quickly got up and said, "Yes, yes, yes." Then he turned around and said, "Second brother, third brother, fourth brother, five thousand each, hurry up."

"Okay, okay!"

Well, the four of them each chipped in five thousand and respectfully handed it over.

Zhou Fengchen took the money and thought to himself, "Not bad. I lost more than 70,000, but I got 20,000 back." He then waved and left the mourning hall amidst a group of people thanking him profusely.

About half an hour had passed. After leaving the area of ​​the funeral home, he ran towards the house of the fortune teller, following the direction he remembered.

After searching for more than ten minutes through winding paths, I finally found the right place, and I was stunned when I saw it.

The room was dark, and the courtyard was pitch black. There were talismans pasted on the walls and gate, but neither Monk Yuanzhi nor Ge Jiaying were there. The surroundings were eerily quiet, with only the clothes drying by the old well in the courtyard swaying gently in the wind and making a soft rustling sound.

Moreover, perhaps due to her profession, the fortune teller's house had no neighbors, and the surrounding area was dark and quiet, without a sound of human voices, creating an eerie atmosphere.

Zhou Fengchen had a bad feeling. He pushed the door open, but it wasn't locked from the inside. He cautiously went inside, and when he reached the door, he pushed it open a crack and looked inside. He was startled.

As the sunlight shone through, two people could be seen hanging from the roof beam, their tongues sticking out and spinning around.

I like the novel "The Strongest Master in the City".