"Second uncle."

From the southeast corner, there was a buzzing vibration, which seemed to be responding to Zhong Sheng.

He quickly stepped forward, passed the rows of coffins, and saw eight hemp ropes hanging from the beams in the southeast direction, hanging a coffin in mid-air.

"Is this your place, second uncle?

Zhong Sheng pressed his palms against the outer wall, closed his eyes and looked through the gap, seeing a mass of red light inside, like a beating heart, heaving and contracting.

"Wrapped in red, he is my second uncle."

The eight hemp ropes are meant to entangle the eight gods and suspend the coffin in the air. They cannot reach the sky or the ground.

You don’t need to think too much about the vicious thoughts contained in this, they come from the method of the demon monk, Monk Keshou.

The long sword cut the hemp rope, and the coffin fell to the ground.

Zhong Sheng kept moving his hands and slashed the long sword into the coffin. Feeling the resistance, he thought that the emperor was really willing to use materials.

The wood is heavy and hard, so there is no way to cut corners.

However, in Zhong Sheng's eyes, the dense and hard coffin is actually full of hidden dangers, and luck can wander along the cracks and pores.

Snap, the outer coffin and the inner coffin, both layers of wood split open.

But I saw a familiar face with his eyes closed, wrapped in red clothes and lying quietly, as if he was sleeping.

"Second uncle."

Although Zhong Kui has been dead for a year, his appearance is still life-like, with no trace of decay, and there is no peculiar smell in the coffin, which is quite miraculous.

The second uncle's appearance is somewhat similar to Zhong Sheng's, with sharp edges and corners like a knife and an axe, full of masculinity.

This is called ugliness. What is beautiful in the world?

Zhong Sheng took a deep breath and brought the tip of his trembling sword close to Hong Yi, making a sound of cracking silk with his strength.

Wow!

The red coat instantly split into two halves, Zhong Kui opened his eyes, and like lightning, it fell on Zhong Sheng.

"Xiaosheng, you are here."

Zhong Kui stood up suddenly, and with a snap, the body fell back into the coffin, and the soul flew out and stood in front of Zhong Sheng.

"Well, you have become much stronger."

Zhong Sheng said, "Second uncle, I'll take you home."

Zhong Kui raised his hand, "Do you have any wine? I'm too thirsty."

What a good second uncle, the first thing he did after getting out of trouble was to drink.

No ghost can imitate this style of drinking as much as your life.

"Second uncle, my soul came here with empty hands. I even borrowed this sword."

"Please be patient for now, and when you get home, I'll treat you to a drink of monkey wine"

Zhong Kui shook his head, "I can endure it all, but I can't tolerate my addiction to alcohol."

He stretched out his hand toward Zhong Sheng and said, "Give me the sword."

With the long sword in hand, Zhong Kui moved the sword like flying. He cut the red clothes that had split into two into a robe and put it on his body.

"Second uncle, this red-clothed demon monk has evil intentions. Why do you still keep it?"

Zhong Dao was wearing a red robe, "Do you know what it feels like to be wrapped in red?"

"I don't know."

"Like a hot iron, it hurts to the bone, day and night."

"I have experienced this suffering for a full year."

Zhong Sheng was surprised, then why are you still wearing a robe made of red clothes?

"That's why I want to keep it, just like drinking wine, what I want is the spiciness."

This is the second uncle he is familiar with. He is strong-willed by nature and will become stronger when he is strong. Nothing can defeat him.

Even if he becomes a ghost after death, he will not change the masculinity of his former life. He is worthy of being the hero among ghosts that has been passed down through the ages.

Zhong Sheng is also an old alcoholic and knows how hard it is to be addicted to alcohol, not to mention that his second uncle has been holding it in for a full year.

He could endure Hong Yi's vicious sin, but he couldn't endure a year without wine.

"I know where there is wine. Come with me."

Zhong Sheng and his second uncle Zhong Dao set off from the eastern suburbs and caught up with the Nuo sacrifice team.

“It smells so good.”

Zhong Kui smelled the aroma of wine from afar and jumped into the team without waiting for Zhong Sheng's guidance.

The two ghosts, big and small, carried the wine vat, tilting it up and down, causing passers-by to laugh. The wine splashed and fell, as clear as jade beads.

In the blink of an eye, an uninvited guest fell from the sky.

Boom!

Zhong Kui landed on the wine vat, making the little ghost jump in fright and jump onto the big ghost's shoulder.

He was very thirsty, so he reached out to pick up the drink and swallowed it happily. The drink dripped down along his beard.

The cow-drinking posture was extremely heroic, but the people watched it and cheered, thinking it was a piece of Nuo dance.

The big ghost was a little slow, but after the little ghost whispered in his ear a few times, he realized that Zhong Dao was grabbing the wine.

As a result, the big ghosts and the little ghosts got angry and started fighting around Zhong Kui.

The kid hugged Zhong Kui's calf, but he could only reach his knees with all his strength. He screamed and banged his big head against it.

The big ghost's eyes widened, smoke came from his mouth and nose, and a pair of palms fell down, but he was supported by Zhongdao's arms and began to wrestle.

When the people on the street saw this, they applauded and said it was a wonderful fight.

"It's brother Zhong Kui."

Several scholars were extremely anxious when they saw that the man fighting with the big and small ghosts was his friend who hit the pillar and died.

Why is my dead friend standing on the street alive and fighting with two ghosts?

"Brother Zhongdao, brother Zhongkui."

The shouts of two or three scholars quickly subsided in the noisy crowd.

Zhong Sheng caught up with him with his long sword, and was about to help when he saw the big ghost lying on the ground with a bruised nose and swollen face. Zhong Kui stepped on the big ghost, pinched the little ghost with one hand, held up the wine jar, poured wine into his mouth, and tilted it into a waterfall.<

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The wine vat was as tall as two people and contained hundreds of kilograms of wine, but Zhong Kui's stomach was like a bottomless pit, and even after drinking for a long time, there was no bulge.

The crowd became more and more excited, thinking it was some kind of magic trick.

Zhong Sheng chuckled, and it seemed that he didn't need any help, as his second uncle could handle it.

"Second uncle, you drink first while I go kill someone."

Zhong Sheng still underestimated his second uncle. Zhong Kui was such a vicious man. He could subdue the two ghosts as soon as he got out of trouble without his personal care.

He mentioned killing in an understatement, as if he was taking time off to buy groceries.

Unexpectedly, Zhong Kui didn't take it seriously after hearing this and told him, "Go back quickly."

He didn't ask who to kill, and just let Zhong Sheng do it. The uncle and nephew really had the same mind.

Zhong Sheng thought to himself that although he had never met his dead ghost father, his temperament and abilities were completely inherited from his second uncle.

The two uncles and nephews felt that they were very compatible with each other not long after they met.

The demon monk's name is Seng Keshou. He is a Hu monk who came from the Western Regions. He has no big background and is an insignificant role in Chang'an City.

Buddhism is originally a Hu religion, which came from the West, and there are many Hu monks in Chang'an City.

The Tang Dynasty was prosperous. Although it was not yet unified, it was already showing signs of conquering the world.

People came from all over, monks and Taoists came to court, and all kinds of strange people and strangers sprung up like mushrooms after rain.

If you want to get ahead in Chang'an, you must have connections and skills, otherwise you will never get ahead.

His suggestion to frame Zhong Kui was just to please the officials and seek a way forward.

It's a pity that this time I have offended someone who should not be offended and cannot be offended.

Zhong Sheng caught several local ghosts one after another, found out where the demon monk lived, and came to the door with his sword.

Unexpectedly, it was all in vain. No one was at home.

Seng Keshou's footsteps were hurried, echoing on the empty streets. He was breathing rapidly and sweating profusely.

Disaster has occurred, disaster has occurred, the fierce tiger has emerged from the cage, and the poisonous dragon has soared into the abyss.

Zhong Sheng broke eight ropes, chopped off the coffin, and tore apart the red clothes, thus ending this wasted situation and immediately aroused his vigilance.
Chapter completed!