The ultimate master in the city

Monk Yuanzhi was stunned for a moment, then grabbed the little girl. "Are you kidding me? This person has been dead for several days. How could she have bought you food or given you money?"

The little girl's eyes were brimming with tears, whether from being frightened by Monk Yuanzhi or by the dead man, it was hard to tell. "I...I don't know, she took me to eat and gave me money, I'm not lying to you, really!"

Monk Yuanzhi was at a loss and looked at Zhou Fengchen, "Brother, what does this mean? Can a corpse do such a thing? What about Miss Chen San?"

Zhou Fengchen silently sensed for a while while making hand seals, then shook his head. "There is no obvious yin energy nearby. Miss Chen is not here, but this must have been done by her. There are only two possibilities for a corpse to deliver strips of cloth to this girl: either it is possessed, or it is being manipulated by Miss Chen."

"That old hag is truly wicked; even the dead can't find peace. She's utterly despicable," Monk Yuanzhi grumbled, then asked, "So... what should we do now?"

"I'll perform a ritual first to observe the body's reaction, and then I'll contact his family to ask about the situation."

As Zhou Fengchen spoke, taking advantage of the fact that no one was paying attention, he pulled Monk Yuanzhi and the little girl to hide in a dark corner. He took out a set of bright red Five Emperors Coins from his bag, placed them on the ground, and arranged them in a five-element orientation.

Monk Yuanzhi was taken aback. "I've seen many people use these Five Emperor Coins, but this is the first time I've seen them drawn like this with cinnabar."

"Don't understand? Actually, I don't really understand either. I learned it from my dad behind the scenes. He wasn't very willing to teach me. This thing can not only ward off evil spirits, but also lure corpses. Watch carefully."

As he spoke, Zhou Fengchen formed a hand seal with his right hand, placed it horizontally between his eyebrows, and chanted incantations. Finally, he pointed at the Five Emperors Coins and shouted, "Hurry!"

The five copper coins stood up on their own and then rolled towards the mourning hall with a gurgling sound.

The copper coin was small and not easily noticed when standing upright. In addition, it rolled along the corner late at night and ended up at the head of the dead person's bed without anyone noticing.

Then it jumped onto the bed and pressed itself against the dead man's chest.

bass!

The dead short-haired woman suddenly sat up, then jumped off the bed and stood blankly at the head of the bed. The "shroud" draped over her body floated to the ground, and her fat belly burst the buttons of her burial clothes.

The group of people inside the mourning tent, along with those walking around outside, all stared intently at the scene, momentarily stunned, frozen for two seconds, and then…

"what!"

"ah--"

The scene instantly descended into chaos. A bunch of people ran out in a frantic rush, while others crawled on the ground, their legs trembling with fear. The cries were a jumbled mess, but not from sadness; they were from terror.

Zhou Fengchen touched his nose, feeling a bit guilty, but there was no other way in this emergency. He comforted the little girl, who was also quite frightened, and gave Monk Yuanzhi a wink.

The two men stood up, shouted, and ran towards the mourning hall, fabricating a story: "We are Taoist priests from Maoshan! Don't be afraid, don't be afraid!"

The scene was too chaotic; nobody cared who they were.

Zhou Fengchen thought to himself, "It's better if no one pays attention." He ran to the corpse and stared at it. The corpse was squinting and looked to be about forty-seven or forty-eight years old. It was very fat, had short hair, and was emitting a foul stench. It was quite intimidating.

The monk Yuanzhi said from the side, "It looks like it has been dead for many days. The stench of death is coming out. I don't think it was manipulated because the bones and flesh might have collapsed from walking around for a long time."

Just as Zhou Fengchen was about to speak, he suddenly noticed that the corpse's eyes moved almost imperceptibly. His chest skipped a beat, and he quickly gave Monk Yuanzhi a look, opened his mouth, and pointed to the corpse's stomach, meaning: there's something inside.

"Whoa—" Monk Yuanzhi was startled.

As the two men were discussing the corpse, the person who had been lying on the ground nearby stopped crawling and looked over in bewilderment. A group of people from further away also slowly gathered around, and one of the middle-aged men stammered, "She...she...you..."

"Amitabha!" Monk Yuanzhi chanted the Buddha's name and said, "We are the deceased's relatives. We came to take a look and happened to witness the corpse turning into a zombie. We'll take care of it for you today..."

While Monk Yuanzhi chatted with the deceased's family, Zhou Fengchen stared at the corpse, looking back and forth. Then, after thinking for a moment, he suddenly pointed at the corpse's Shenque, Lingtai, and Baihui acupoints.

"vomit--"

The corpse suddenly opened its mouth wide and spat out a strange, red, oval-shaped lump of flesh, as thick as an adult's fist and as long as a kitten.

"ah--"

The onlookers were immediately horrified and couldn't help but scream.

Even Zhou Fengchen and Monk Yuanzhi, who were closest to the scene, found it quite disgusting.

Then the lump of flesh fell to the ground with a "pia" and strangely began to wriggle, slowly unfolding to reveal a face that resembled a human.

Monk Yuanzhi frowned and leaned closer, asking curiously, "What is this?"

"Get out of the way!" Zhou Fengchen shoved him away abruptly.

late!

The "tumor" suddenly jumped up and landed on Monk Yuanzhi's face, then squeaked and burrowed into his mouth like a leech.

Fortunately, Monk Yuanzhi reacted quickly, covering his mouth tightly with one hand and taking out the "demon-revealing mirror" with the other, striking the "tumor" with it.

The "tumor" screamed and fell to the ground, then tried to find its next target.

Zhou Fengchen reacted quickly, drawing his ancient sword and slashing horizontally at his waist.

puff!

The "tumor" was split in two, wriggled twice, and turned into a thick pool of liquid, filling the entire mourning hall with a foul stench.

The onlookers couldn't stand the smell and all ran away. Monk Yuanzhi squatted on the ground and vomited, muttering incoherently, "What the hell is this?!"

"Corpse casket." Zhou Fengchen wasn't bothered by the dirt at all. He took out the chopsticks he used to stick the sacrificial buns from the side, rummaged through the liquid for a bit, and said, "This kind of thing is very rare. It's a kind of parasite that lives on corpses. After it gnaws on the internal organs of the corpse, it hides inside the corpse's stomach and devours yin energy. When the corpse dries up, it finds another corpse. Over time, it can talk and control the corpse to walk. My father used to say that this thing has a polyp inside its stomach. If you dry it, grind it into powder, and brew it into tea, it can cure cancer."

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"Hey buddy," Monk Yuanzhi said, thoroughly annoyed, "can't we stop being disgusting? Where did this thing come from, that it's actually helping Miss Chen San!"

Zhou Fengchen shook his head. "I don't know either. Maybe Miss Chen can control such things."

Monk Yuanzhi cursed loudly, saying, "That old hag is truly cunning! She won't come herself, but instead sends a corpse demon!"

As the two were talking, the deceased's family members gathered around, looking pitifully at this and that, completely bewildered.

Zhou Fengchen asked, "Who are the family members?"

The middle-aged man pointed to himself, "I...I am."

Zhou Fengchen asked, "When did the person die? How did they die?"

The middle-aged man looked distressed. "My wife was seriously ill and has been gone for seven days. Her family is from Inner Mongolia, which is too far away. Her family didn't come, so we didn't dare cremate her. I never expected this..."

Zhou Fengchen nodded and then asked, "Have any strange women come to the house these past two days?"

The middle-aged man shook his head. "No!"

The monk Yuanzhi then asked him, "Your wife has been going out by herself a lot these past few days, haven't you noticed?"

"Whoa—" Everyone was startled. The middle-aged man also turned pale and shook his head, saying, "It was kept in the coffin for the past two days. We didn't notice it until my family was about to get off the train, so we moved it out."

Zhou Fengchen and Monk Yuanzhi exchanged a glance, thinking to themselves, "Well, all for nothing! We didn't find a single clue."

Next, Zhou Fengchen took the Five Emperors Coins off the corpse and put it on the bed. When he looked at it, he saw that the corpse's stomach was bloated, and the contents of the body had been eaten by the "Corpse Box". It was truly disgusting.

Afterwards, he and the monk Yuanzhi pretended to chant some sutras, which was considered to have resolved the matter. However, the deceased's family insisted on receiving several thousand yuan as compensation for their hard work, and they were extremely grateful.

The two took the money and led the little girl back to the building where they rented a room. Zhou Fengchen thought for a moment, then gave half of the money to the little girl, saying, "Take this, but don't spend it recklessly. Use it to buy some good food and clothes for your grandma."

Monk Yuanzhi sighed and shook his head, then took out another three hundred and handed it to the little girl. "Brother doesn't have much money, but if your family is really short of money in the future, just ask your brother for some. I can still give you a few hundred."

The little girl was quite carefree; she took the money, forgot what had just happened, and laughed happily, "Thank you, brother!"

The little girl was happy, but they were frustrated. They were constantly being tricked by Chen San, who was hiding behind them and couldn't find her. Who could stand it?

Upon entering the rented room, Chu Xiaoling had already prepared a large table of dishes, but she and Xiaobao stared blankly at the table.

Zhou Fengchen casually asked, "What's wrong, Old Chu?"

Chu Xiaoling said dryly, "There's a dish here that I didn't make!"

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