My uncles are all big guys

Chapter 15 Is this a living king of hell? (Please pursue reading, collect and invest!)
  "Master, please think of a way."

"Yes, Master, you must help Tingting."

Wang Xiao, who also came over, twitched his lips.

Good guy, I even called Tingting. Do you know your name?

Uncle Jiu heard the chat between the three of them just now.

Seeing the two of them looking like this, he rolled his eyes at them in annoyance.

"Aren't I thinking of a solution?"

"Uncle, have you ever thought about burning Mr. Ren directly, and then placing a paper manikin to put the ashes inside when he is buried?"

Wang Xiao thought of this method when he first watched the movie.

Uncle Jiu shook his head directly, looked at Wang Xiao and taught him seriously: "Axiao, this is indeed a method, but I can't use it."

Without waiting for Wang Xiao to ask, Uncle Jiu said with a serious expression: "We are disciples of Taoism. We are observed by the sky above and supervised by ghosts and gods below. We must do things openly and upright, and we cannot use sloppy means."

"Otherwise, once you get used to this method, your heart and your way will slowly go astray until you are dragged into the abyss."

"Perhaps you think this is a bit rigid, but this is the principle of us Taoists. If you act upright and sit upright, you will be worthy of heaven, be worthy of the earth, and be worthy of the heart of the people."

"Perhaps there are some things you did yourself, and you think no one knows..." Pointing to the ground, Uncle Jiu said with a serious face: "I will remember you clearly below."

Wang Xiao bowed deeply to Uncle Jiu, "This disciple almost had evil thoughts. Thank you for your guidance, uncle."

Uncle Jiu nodded happily.

He was really optimistic about Wang Xiao and hoped from the bottom of his heart that this child would go further than them in the future.

The road to spiritual practice is filled with countless temptations and challenges. If you do not strictly restrain yourself, some inconspicuous problems can ruin a person's path to spiritual practice.

"Then can we use the corpse-fixing talisman to immobilize him, and wait until the day of burial, and then discuss the matter of cremation with Master Ren."

Cremation could not be carried out secretly, so Wang Xiao came up with another idea.

Uncle Jiu pondered for a moment, then shook his head.

"The corpse-fixing talisman does have a certain effect, but you have to understand that the main function of the corpse-fixing talisman is to seal the zombie's evil spirit."

Walking to the coffin, Uncle Jiu said with a solemn expression: "I have already inquired, Mr. Ren died a violent death, and he had a breath of blood accumulated in his body."

"Coupled with twenty years of being affected by evil spirits and the brewing of Feng Shui, the strength has surpassed that of ordinary zombies."

"But now that he has seen the light of day again, the corpse-evil aura in his body is rapidly rising and accumulating."

After taking a look at Wang Xiao who was thoughtful, and then seeing the two apprentices who looked confused, Uncle Jiu sighed inwardly and decided to speak more clearly.

After all, he is still his apprentice. Although he has no hope for the future, he can still learn a little bit.

Uncle Jiu pointed to the water bag hanging on the side and explained to the three of them: "At this time, Mr. Ren is like a water bag that keeps adding water. Without the corpse talisman attached, it can still be drained out. However, once If it is attached, then we will directly block the exit of the skin bag, preventing it from entering or exiting."

Wang Xiao nodded suddenly, and understood why in the movie, Uncle Jiu did not use the corpse fixing talisman, but sealed the coffin with an ink fountain.

Zombies are born from evil spirits. The more evil spirits, the stronger they are.

If the evil spirit is sealed with the corpse-fixing talisman, the evil spirit in Old Man Ren's body will accumulate quickly.

Regardless of whether he uses fire or other methods in the future, once an accident occurs, it may not be possible for ordinary people to control the powerful and evil spirit of Old Master Ren in his body.

As for Mr. Ren, who has been emitting evil energy, Uncle Jiu is still sure of taking it down. If it is blocked, Uncle Jiu is not very sure.

The lesser of two evils, Uncle Jiu may have considered it this way, so he chose to seal the coffin with ink lines, hoping to bury it as soon as possible, find a feng shui place that breaks the evil, and then use some Maoshan techniques to slowly seal the coffin. Its evil spirit is released and it turns into an ordinary corpse.

"Ah, Master, he has gained weight."

After listening curiously, Qiu Shengwencai reached out and pushed open the coffin, and exclaimed when he saw the body.

Wang Xiao and Uncle Jiu hurried over.

I saw Mrs. Ren in the coffin, and his body had undergone great changes.

During the day, he is no different from a newly deceased person.

At this time, Mr. Ren's exposed skin had begun to wrinkle, and some of his hair began to glow green.

The nails that were originally like ordinary people have now grown to one finger long.

"Hurry up and cover it!"

Uncle Jiu's pupils shrank and he quickly asked the two of them to cover the coffin. "Uncle, the hair on his body is green. As soon as he comes out, he will run towards the green zombie."

"It is located in the Feng Shui position, and has been tortured by the evil spirit of the earth for twenty years. It is just an ordinary white stiffness. That is why we have misunderstood the Feng Shui master."

Uncle Jiu replied, looked at the coffin and muttered: "Prepare paper, pen, ink, sword."

"Here it is."

As soon as Uncle Jiu finished speaking, Wang Xiao pulled out a box from the side.

Uncle Jiu glanced at Wang Xiao in shock.

He looked at Qiu Sheng Wencai again, "You guys..." When the words came to his mouth, Uncle Jiu waved his hand helplessly, "Go to the backyard and catch a big rooster. It needs to be old."

"Ah, we need to use chicken again."

Wen Cai looked reluctant to give up.

Many of these chickens have been raised for two and a half years. He has developed feelings for them and is reluctant to kill them.

"What can I do if I don't use a chicken? Can I use you?"

Uncle Jiu glared at Wencai angrily.

After the two of them went out, Wang Xiao touched his chin and suggested: "Uncle, I don't think it's safe to seal the coffin with an ink fountain."

"How about we use ink thread to make a net, wrap the coffin directly inside, then sprinkle glutinous rice around the coffin, and finally use more than a dozen Bagua mirrors to shine on the coffin from all directions."

"and also,……"

Wang Xiao kept talking with his little mouth, and Uncle Jiu was dumbfounded.

Good guy, this must be the reincarnation of the Living King of Hell.

Does Mr. Ren have any life-and-death feud with you? Is that Feng Shui master in the past related to you? Does he need to be so cruel?

If you've already done this, you might as well just pour glutinous rice into the coffin.

"Ah Xiao."

After stopping Wang Xiao who was still trying to talk about a solution, Uncle Jiu looked at Wang Xiao and said seriously: "It's not that the uncle is reluctant, but I moved the grave to check the feng shui and only received 20 yuan."

"Let's not talk about anything else. Let's talk about the ink fountain line and ink I want to use. Do you know how much it costs?"

"How much?" Wang Xiao, who was still thinking of a solution, asked subconsciously.

Uncle Jiu pointed to the ink fountain on the table next to him and stretched out three fingers. "Not to mention anything else, this ink fountain line alone cost me thirty yuan."

Wang Xiao took a breath of cold air.

What on earth is this ordinary-looking ink fountain made of, and why does it cost so much?

Thirty yuan is enough to buy two maids.

Seeing that Wang Xiao didn't believe it, Uncle Jiu took out the ink fountain and pulled out the thread inside.

"Don't think this thread is ordinary, but in fact every thread is extremely precious."

"The silk among them requires silkworms born at a specific time to spin out silk at a specific time, and there are strict requirements for the mulberry leaves that these silkworms eat."

"There are also strict requirements for cotton."

"I bought these threads for thirty yuan, and others gave me a cheap price just for my sake."

"Otherwise, don't talk about 30 yuan. No one will look at you seriously if you pay 50 yuan."

"And this ink, the wood that fixes the ink line casing, and this peach wood sword..."

After introducing all the magical weapons, Uncle Jiu said to Wang Xiao, who was a little dumbfounded.

"Do you know why your master and I are so picky? It's not that we don't know how to enjoy it, but that every magic weapon we buy has a price that is unimaginable for ordinary people."

"Even the most common glutinous rice is divided into three, six or nine grades."

"Black glutinous rice, which can subdue zombies, is sold by the grain. Because the price is high and we can't afford it, we chose white glutinous rice, which is the least effective."

"So..." Patting Wang Xiao on the shoulder, Uncle Jiu said earnestly: "If you want to have a magic weapon in the future, you must either make good money or wait to inherit your master's legacy."

(End of this chapter)