Late Night Cafeteria: Starting with a Bowl of Fried Rice to Save Iron Man

Ninth Uncle wanted to take this opportunity to teach the two disciples, so he explained: "The so-called legal burial is vertical burial."

Ren Fa nodded, "Looking at Feng Shui back then, it was said that if the ancestors were buried upright, the descendants would be great."

"What's wrong with that?" Although Ninth Uncle had a question, he already had the answer in his heart.

Ren Fa shook his head, "In the past [-] years, our Ren family's business has not been as good as a year."

Ninth Uncle understood clearly, and warned: "I think that Feng Shui master has a grudge against your Ren family. Did the old man have any festivals with him during his lifetime?"

Ren Fa hurriedly explained, "This piece of land was originally reserved for me by the Feng Shui master, but my father bought it with money."

Uncle Jiu immediately understood, and asked tentatively, "In addition to lure, I'm afraid there is coercion?"

Ren Fa laughed embarrassingly, but he had already admitted this behavior.

Ninth Uncle affirmed: "I think it must be coercion, otherwise he will never harm you, and he even told you to cover the entire cave with cement."

Cement is cement. Seeing that everyone was puzzled, Ninth Uncle explained: "Dragonfly's water hole should be covered with snowflakes and sealed with cement. The head of the coffin can't touch the water. How can it be called dragonfly's water?"

Jiu Shu knew that Mr. Feng Shui was unwilling, but he said something to him, saying: "Mr. Feng Shui has a conscience, asking you to relocate your coffin in [-] years, and it will harm you half your life, not your whole life, but your generation. It will not harm your eighteenth generation."

At this time, Ren Fa was already dripping with cold sweat, and he was both scared and happy in his heart.

"Saw!"

The workers who were digging the grave shouted, and a few people nearby immediately surrounded it, only to see a wooden coffin stuck upright on the ground in the loess.

Soon, with the efforts of the workers, the coffin was pulled up and squared on the ground.

Under the auspices of Uncle Ninth, the nails on the coffin were removed one by one, and the heavy coffin lid was pushed open.

Whoa!

The birds on the surrounding trees fluttered their wings and fled in a panic.

If you look closely, you can see that the mice in the ground are fleeing from the cave, and even the insects in the surrounding weeds dare not chirp...  

Very weird!

The lid of the coffin was pushed to the ground, and everyone stretched out their heads to see, only to see that twenty years later, Mrs. Ren was still lifelike.

Zhou Xuan saw a cloud of yin rising into the sky and spilling out in the sunlight.

But Grandpa Ren's whole person is like a huge yin emitting body, which has become a murderous thing.

hiss~

Everyone gasped, and even ordinary people realized that the problem was wrong when they saw this scene.

Ren Fa asked tremblingly, "Ninth Uncle, is there anything weird in this?"

The ninth uncle nodded, "There must be some weirdness, this dragonfly water hole was originally an excellent tomb, but after it was capped with cement, the yin in the leylines could not dissipate, and gradually accumulated in the tomb, while the old man's body was exposed to the yin. Qi nourishes, I am afraid that it will become a zombie."

"In my opinion, it's better to cremate Mr. Ren's body quickly!"

"No, absolutely not, my father was most afraid of fire when he was alive," Ren Fa said with "filial piety", but his real idea was to rebury his father's body in a blessed place and continue to bless his Ren family's fortune.

When a fire burns, nothing is left.

At this time, Zhou Xuan said, "Ninth Uncle, since Master Ren is not afraid of death, let him go."

"Ah~ Ah Xuan, why are you cursing me?" Ren Fa looked at Zhou Xuan dissatisfiedly. Originally, seeing that his daughter seemed to like this young man quite a bit, he was also happy to see it, at least he was more reliable than that bastard Awei. many.

The cup of coffee he drank in the coffee shop made his memory particularly deep, and it would be good if he could bring Zhou Xuan into his home.

Could it be that this kid wants to die early and then occupy the Ren family's property?

Ren Fa raised his guard against Zhou Xuan in his heart.

Zhou Xuan didn't care about Ren Fa's aggressive tone at all, looked at him, and said, "If Mr. Ren turns into a zombie, the first thing to do is to drain your blood."

Ren Fa only felt a cold air rush out from the back of his back, his scalp was numb with shock, and he looked at Uncle Jiu with help, "Is what he said true?"

Uncle Jiu nodded.

Ren Fa hesitated for a moment, then gritted his teeth and said, "Ninth Uncle please be accommodating, temporarily put my father's coffin in the Yizhuang, and I will pay ten times the cost of parking the coffin!"

In order for the Ren family to make a fortune and for his future wealth, Ren Fa decided to take a gamble. .

Chapter 72

Ren Fa retreated with his relatives, and the workers began to pack up and prepare to leave. Uncle Ninth was in charge of the aftermath.

"Qiu Sheng Wencai, the two of you will light a plum blossom incense array in front of the tomb, and come back and tell me what it is," Jiu Shu said to his two apprentices, then looked at some scattered graves nearby, Said: "Every grave must be incense."

Lonely ghosts and wild ghosts, whoever sees them has a share.

"A Xuan, let's go first," Jiu Shu greeted Zhou Xuan.

Zhou Xuan smiled and said, "Ninth Uncle, you go first, I'll wait for Qiusheng and Wencai."

"That's good," Jiu Shu nodded and walked down the mountain with the worker.

"Hey, it's still Uncle Zhou's loyalty!" Qiu Sheng and Wen Cai said with a friendly smile, but they didn't dare to wait for the task given by the master. Pour incense on the surrounding graves.

Zhou Xuan remembered very clearly that Qiusheng was entangled by a female ghost because of a lack of mouth in the process of offering incense, and he was happy for several nights.

Although the loss of 25 times like this is not a big problem for Qiu Sheng, but that female ghost is not a good match after all, Qiu Sheng also called himself a few uncles, so Zhou Xuan wanted to give him a hand.

Sure enough, Qiu Sheng came to a tomb and looked at the birthday and photos on the tombstone. It turned out to be a woman who was only twenty years old. She sighed and said, "I went at such a young age..."

"Shut up!"

Zhou Xuan shouted loudly, causing Qiusheng to shudder with fright. He looked back at him and smiled bitterly: "Uncle Zhou, you scared me, why are you so loud!"

Ignoring Qiusheng's complaint, Zhou Xuan laughed, but his smile was very strange, and said, "Qiusheng speaks carefully, don't you know that disaster comes from your mouth? Is your surname Ning?"

"Ah, Uncle Zhou, what are you talking about? I'm not Ning," Qiu Sheng protested to Zhou Xuan.

"I thought you were a descendant of Ning Caichen, ready to learn from the deeds of your ancestors," Zhou Xuan teased.

Qiu Sheng was puzzled and asked curiously, "Who is Ning Caichen? Why should I learn from him?"

"Oh, because Ning Caichen is getting along with the ghost. Okay, let's go after the incense, Wencai's side is almost over."

After Zhou Xuan giggled like this, Qiu Sheng had no other thoughts in his mind, hurriedly put in three incense sticks and followed Zhou Xuan out of here.

"Uncle Zhou, Qiusheng, look at how this incense burns like this!" Wen Cai shouted with a hint of anxiety. After running over, he handed the two short incense sticks to the two of them.

Qiusheng was startled, and hurriedly said, "This fragrance is too evil, Master Zhou, let's go back and find Master."

……

In the mourning hall of Yizhuang, Jiu Shu held the three incense sticks that Wen Cai brought back, and the expression on his face was indescribably solemn.

"People most avoid three long and two shorts, and incense most avoids two shorts and one long, but it burns like this."

With a hint of helplessness, the ninth uncle put the incense on the table in front of the coffin for Mrs. Ren, and said, "If this incense comes out at home, someone must be mourning."

Zhou Xuan said: "Doesn't this mean that Ren Fa is dead?"

Ninth Uncle frowned, if Ren Fa suddenly died suddenly, the problem would still be on the body of Mrs. Ren.

"Qiu Sheng Wencai, open the coffin and see what Mrs. Ren looks like at this time!"

"Yes, Master!"

Under the order of Uncle Ninth, the two hurriedly pushed open the coffin lid.

"Wow, are you fat?" Wen Cai exclaimed.

Zhou Xuan looked around and saw that Mrs. Ren's body was already swollen, but the more serious problem was that the pair of bark-like hands and ten fingers had long black and hard nails, as if they were coated with poison.

This nail is indeed poisonous, corpse poison!

"Cover the coffin quickly!"

Jiu Shu only glanced at it, and felt that the problem was a little troublesome.

"Grandpa Ren's corpse is ossifying too fast. If there is no restriction, there will be trouble tonight!"

Ninth Uncle could not wait to burn the corpse and the coffin, but he didn't seem to let him explain.

"Qiusheng Wencai, find a pen and sword!"

Seeing the two apprentices standing there foolishly, Uncle Ninth yelled in a rather irritable way: "Yellow paper, red pen, black devil, kitchen knife, wooden sword!"

The two silly apprentices hurried out of the mourning hall and found everything.

After that, Uncle Ninth grabbed a rooster raised in the yard, took out the blood of the chicken and put it in a bowl, stepped on a seven-star step, placed his hands in front of the sword fingers, concentrated his energy, gathered his sword fingers with his own energy, took one A grain of glutinous rice is burned with fire and placed in chicken blood.

The flame burned in the blood of the chicken, and the ninth uncle quickly reconciled it with black ink, using the gossip mirror as the cover, to completely stimulate the power of the chicken blood and red ink.

Then the red ink with mana flowed into the ink bucket.

Qiu Sheng was quite clever and asked, "Master, where is the play?"

The ninth uncle handed the ink bucket full of red ink to Qiusheng, and said, "If you put it on the coffin, the whole coffin must be put on the line, and there must be no leakage."

"Don't worry, Master, you can rest assured when we do things," Wen Cai assured.

Uncle Ninth said angrily: "People are divided into good people and bad people, and corpses are divided into zombies and corpses. You two must not be careless, the old man's body is about to become a zombie. This is the means to prevent him from escaping from the coffin."

Wen Cai asked, "Why do people become bad people?"

Qiu Sheng also asked curiously, "Why did the corpse turn into a zombie again?"

The ninth uncle replied: "The reason why people become bad people is because they are not good enough; corpses will become zombies because they have more breath."

There are a lot of chores in Yizhuang. Uncle Ninth supervised the two apprentices and then went to other things for a while. Qiu Sheng and Wen Cai were quite serious and put ink lines on the places they could see.

"Okay, done, manual work!"

Qiu Sheng shoved the ink bucket to Wen Cai, then looked at Zhou Xuan ingratiatingly, and said, "Uncle Zhou, it's been a busy day, we haven't had dinner yet, I'm so hungry!"

"Why, are you hungry? Then you have to finish your work first," Zhou Xuan said with a smile.

"It's already done," Qiu Sheng said, looking at the coffin that was covered with ink streaks.

Knowing this story well, Zhou Xuan kicked the bottom of the coffin with his foot and said, "There is no bullet in the door here."

"That's right!" The two suddenly realized, and quickly pulled up the ink bucket line again and began to play at the bottom of the coffin.

Zhou Xuan thought to himself, in this way, it should ensure that Mrs. Ren can spend tomorrow in peace, right?