"Those vixens didn't try their best to find out the information. How come they didn't find out that there was a baby in this tomb?"

Zhang Muzhi made up his mind to punish those lazy vixens when things get done here.

The cries of children in the cemetery are intermittent, which makes people feel chilly in their hearts.

"It is said that the Liu family's daughter-in-law starved to death with her child... Couldn't this cry be that of a ghost baby..."

"Or some kind of Nine-Son Ghost Mother who eats people's hearts and livers..."

The Nine-Son Ghost Mother, also known as the Ghost Mother Goddess, is a kind of ghost in the Buddhist scriptures. Later, after being saved by Sakyamuni Tathagata, she became a good deity who protects women and babies. However, this Buddhist story was spread to the people and was gradually misinterpreted.

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It is said that if a woman dies unjustly after becoming pregnant, she will become a ghost mother with nine sons, who can come and go without a trace, kill people, and especially loves to eat the hearts and livers of children.

Later, this allusion spread more and more widely, and became more and more distorted. Some evil masters of folk religions even used it as a reference to capture pregnant women and torture them to death, using their resentful souls to refine magic weapons. It is said to be very sinister.

Weird.

All in all, the Nine Sons Ghost Mother is said to have become a monster countless times more powerful than zombies and evil spirits. It can fly into the sky and escape from the earth, gather and disperse at will, and kill people as easily as mowing grass.

These young people all thought: "If it is a zombie or something, Taoist Zhang should be able to deal with it. If there is really something as dangerous as the Nine Sons Ghost Mother in the tomb, it is better not to do anything!"

Zhang Muzhi felt helpless and a little anxious: "How can there be a ghost mother with nine sons! There is a child in the grave! The Liu family's wife brings porridge back every day for the child to eat!"

No one took action, even Tao Laohan, Tieniu and other people who were familiar with Zhang Muzhi found it incredible.

"Taoist Priest! The Liu family's wife died of starvation with a big belly... The body was stiff when she was buried... How can a dead person give birth to a child..." A young man in his twenties couldn't help but say something to Zhang Muzhi

Say.

Zhang Mu was at a loss for words, so he listened again and found that it was indeed the sound of a baby crying, coming intermittently from the tomb.

He also pinched the magic weapon with his hand and used his thundering magic eyes to look at it, and could vaguely see a weak Yang Qi in the tomb.

Zhang Muzhi was a little anxious, and he knew that he was not in the right state of mind at this time, but he didn't bother to recite the mantra to calm his mind. He just closed his eyes slightly and took a few deep breaths, and then pointed forward the magic weapon in his hand.

"Boom!" With a sound, a bolt of lightning appeared out of thin air, creating a bowl-sized hole on the ground.

"My thunder method can be activated immediately, even if there is any ghost mother, I can kill it! I will definitely protect you and others! Do it quickly!"

Zhang Muzhi urged.

The real supernatural power in front of you is indeed more convincing than the empty rumors.

Tieniu struck the ground with a shovel: "Did you just eat for nothing from Shopkeeper Li's family? Listen to the Taoist priest! Dig a grave!"

So a group of young people gathered around the grave and started digging.

Old man Tao stood next to Zhang Muzhi. The two of them didn't speak, just stared.

After about half a stick of incense, the grave was dug flat and the hole on the ground got bigger and bigger.

Everyone really heard the baby's cry coming from below. It was not a ghost cry.

"Move gently!" Old Man Tao couldn't help but remind him.

After a while, only a thin layer of soil remained, and the sound of a child crying seemed to ring in my ears.

Tieniu and others did not dare to dig with shovels anymore, so they knelt down and dug the soil with their hands. Gradually, they could vaguely see the coffin lid.

"Stop! Stop digging! Stop!" Someone shouted in the distance.

Several young people digging graves stopped and stood up, and everyone turned around to look.

In the direction of Lijiacun, a tall, thin, down-and-out scholar shouted loudly and strode over, followed by Li Desheng.

Zhang Muzhi carefully looked at Liu Xiucai who was running over, and saw that he was clearly in his thirties, but he looked like he was in his twilight years: his face was long and narrow, his cheekbones were high, his eyes were sunken, and he looked like a consumption ghost, and he was gray and white.

His beard and hair were messy, his gown was very dirty, his sleeves had a few holes in them, and he was as thin as a stick.

"This man doesn't seem to live long..." Zhang Muzhi had this thought in his mind for no reason.

Liu Xiucai rushed forward to find someone to argue with. He raised his head and glanced at Zhang Muzhi, then for some reason turned around and headed towards Old Man Tao:

"Uncle Tao! My wife only passed away a few months ago, why did you bring people to dig her grave? Is this the behavior of an elder?"

Old Man Tao was stunned when he heard this, and after a moment of reaction, he said: "Liu Xiucai, your wife was not at peace when she died. Now that her body has been raised, she comes out of the grave to make trouble every day! It's better to take care of it as soon as possible to avoid future troubles."

It kills zombies and kills people!"

Fear flashed across Liu Xiucai's face, and his eyes turned hard again: "No! If you don't talk about the strange power and soul, how can there be any ghosts and zombies in the world? I am a scholar, so I don't believe this!"

Zhang Muzhi's heart was moved, and he turned his magic eyes to look at Liu Xiucai. Although he looked down and out, there was a piece of green energy the size of a cattail leaf floating above his head: "It seems that Liu Xiucai did have a reputation for talent when he was young, even if his reputation as a scholar was cut off."

I still have some residual cultural spirit with me!"

"This is the blessing of Confucian Qi, and you are really not afraid of ghosts and evil spirits!"

At this time, the baby in the coffin began to cry again, and the sound echoed in the cemetery, and everyone could hear it very clearly.

"So that's it! I guess Liu Xiucai was unjustly accused of having his fame reduced. God has mercy on him. The baby in the coffin came here to prolong the life of his family!"

After Zhang Muzhi understood this, he said to Liu Xiucai: "Mr. Liu! Although you have suffered many misfortunes in your life, you are still very strong. The baby in the coffin just happens to continue the bloodline of your family. Take him home and take care of him."

If you teach, you will be able to shine in the future!"

"Baby?!" Liu Xiucai was stunned. He didn't care about the entanglement anymore, and ran two steps to the grave. Listening to the crying coming from the coffin, his whole body seemed to have been drained of all his strength, and he suddenly sat on the ground.

, murmured: "My Liu family has an heir? Is it a son?"

However, after just a few breaths, Liu Xiucai shook his head again: "No, no! How can I deserve a son? How can I afford to raise a son?"

When this impoverished scholar heard the baby's cries, he seemed to hear a curse that was urging him to die. He shouted in horror: "Where is my son here! This is a debt collector!"

"It's because I'm incompetent! Both of them starved to death because of me!"

"This is not my son! This is a ghost! Yes! It's a ghost who comes to take revenge on me!"

"Hahaha! Dad! Mom! I have a baby in my family! Haha!"

"Quickly! Bury this debt collector! Bury him!"

"No, no, no! You can't bury it! This is the last heir of my Liu family!"

Liu Xiucai seemed possessed, crying and laughing, filling the coffin with soil, and then digging it out with his hands.

Everyone knew about Liu Xiucai's life and past, and seeing him like this now, they all felt a little empty in their hearts.

Zhang Muzhi winked at Li Desheng.

Li Desheng still hasn't figured out why there is an extra child in the cemetery, and he is a little confused: "Master? What's wrong?"

Zhang Muzhi shook his head, took out a silver ingot from his sleeve, and came to Liu Xiucai's side: "Mr. Liu, I have some money here, which is enough for you to last for a while. You'd better take the child back and think of a solution slowly."

Just live your life well..."

Liu Xiucai, who was going crazy at first, saw the money, his eyes were frighteningly bright, and he laughed and said: "Yes! Yes! The money! I want the money! I don't want children! What's the use of having children? Sooner or later I will starve to death!"

After Liu Xiucai finished speaking, he snatched the silver ingot from Zhang Muzhi's hand, put it in his arms, stood up and was about to leave.

"I gave you money to raise your children! Where are you going?" Tieniu pressed Liu Xiucai's arm.

Just when Zhang Muzhi was about to persuade Liu Xiucai a few more words, he saw that the literary atmosphere above his head was like a popped balloon. Ninety-nine percent of it was gone in one go, leaving only a few wisps of fresh air, as if blown by a gust of wind.

It will be gone.

"Uncle Tieniu, let him be!"

Zhang Muzhi sighed, knowing that even if he had compassion, he could not save Liu Xiucai.

Liu Xiucai did not take responsibility and starved his wife and children to death. God took pity on his misery and gave him another chance to redeem himself.

As a result, this person knew that the child in the coffin was his own, but he was unwilling to educate him, so the luck given by God disappeared.

With his literary spirit gone, Liu Xiucai, no matter how famous he was before, would probably not be able to write articles or describe calligraphy and painting in the future, and he would only be able to read roughly.

After he spends all the money given by Zhang Muzhi, he will probably starve to death.

Liu Xiucai seemed to be crazy. He took the money and cried, laughed and walked out of the cemetery. After a while, he walked away.

Zhang Muzhi sighed and ordered everyone to continue digging the grave.

Tieniu had just led the others to take out the earth with their hands, and a small board of the thin-skin coffin had just been exposed. Suddenly, the cry of the baby inside stopped, and then he coughed twice.

Zhang Muzhi's heart tightened, and he took a few steps forward to the coffin. He first waved his hands to ask everyone to get out of the way, and then a Zhensha Talisman appeared in his left hand. He grabbed the exposed coffin board with his right hand and lifted his luck.
Chapter completed!