Xu Ping pointed to two paper figures, a man and a woman, beside the door, and said with a smile, "What do you think of these two paper figures?"
"It's not that good, it's just fancy."
Qiu Sheng replied casually.
"Yes, these two paper figures are indeed very ordinary..." Xu Ping did not point out the magic of the paper figures, and continued: "But think about what kind of person Mr. Ren was when he was alive. Even if he is buried again, won't he?
I have to burn a servant and a maid to serve him."
Qiu Sheng was thoughtful after hearing this.
He left the old man underground. Whether he has anyone to take care of him or not has nothing to do with me.
After pondering for a moment, Qiu Sheng refused directly: "No!"
Xu Ping was neither angry nor annoyed, but said in a tone of hatred that steel cannot be made into steel: "Little brother, you are still too young, what do you think..."
"When Mr. Ren saw that you were so righteous and thinking about the old man, how could he not say anything? When the time comes, will the reward be less?"
Qiu Sheng's eyes lit up: "Shopkeeper Xu, what do you mean...?"
"The paper man is free, but..."
"Master Ren, give me half of the reward."
Wonderful, it's a waste of time. Anyway, I won't lose anything... Qiu Sheng happily loaded the paper man into the car. Before leaving, he never forgot to say:
"thank you!"
Thank you for whatever you want, just take what you need.
Xu Ping stood at the door of the shop, feeling the paper man go away, hoping that the paper man would have miraculous effects.
He was not going to follow him. The zombie that Old Man Ren transformed into was quite capable and killed several people.
He didn't want to get into trouble with this. Anyway, the paper man dealt with the evil spirits of the zombies, which represented his own merit.
There are rewards as well.
Turn around and go back to the coffin shop, make a pot of hot tea, and continue your Buddhist business.
The couplets on the door represent Xu Ping's mood at this time.
First line: I am afraid that business will be too good.
Second line: I hope my employer will not come.
Horizontal comment: Peace in the world.
…
Three quarters past noon.
Yang Qi is at its strongest and Yin Qi dissipates immediately.
"Open the coffin!"
Following Uncle Jiu’s order.
All of a sudden, a strange cry came from the woods next to the tomb, and crows flew around in fright.
Uncle Jiu, who was wearing a bright yellow Taoist robe, frowned slightly and thought to himself that something was going to happen.
The coffin lid was pushed open, black smoke filled the air, and Old Man Ren was seen again, with a dark complexion and skin and bones.
Mr. Ren, who was dressed in gorgeous brocade clothes, knelt down on the ground with a plop, and Ren Tingting next to him followed closely behind, also kneeling on the ground, with an eye-catching waist and hip curve.
"father!"
"grandfather!"
Master Ren knelt on the ground and lowered his head: "I've alarmed your old man. The child is really unfilial."
After speaking symbolically, Mr. Ren turned to look at Uncle Jiu, stood up and asked, "Uncle Jiu, can this tomb still be used?"
"The dragonfly touches the water hole, how can it touch it again and again? This hole is already broken and can no longer be used."
"then what should we do?"
"I propose to be cremated on the spot."
"No, what my father was most afraid of when he was alive was fire. I can't do this."
Although Mr. Ren was quite worried, he still refused.
Thinking of the vision he had just seen, Uncle Jiu said seriously: "If I don't cremate him, I'm afraid there will be trouble."
Master Ren was still chowing down crazily: "No, no matter what, it just can't be cremated. You can think of other ways."
Take people's money to eliminate disasters for them.
Seeing this, Uncle Jiu could only reluctantly agree: "Okay, then he will be temporarily stored in our Yi Zhuang. I will find another place tomorrow to let him rest as soon as possible."
When the four-eyed boy Awei heard this, he shouted to everyone in his male voice: "Okay, close the lid of the coffin and carry the coffin to Yizhuang."
Everyone went down the mountain in a hurry. Mr. Ren and Ren Tingting each held an umbrella, got on the bamboo sedan with a panoramic skylight, and rocked down the mountain.
Qiu Sheng and Wen Cai were left on the mountain by Uncle Jiu to burn incense, kowtow and apologize to Old Master Ren's beautiful neighbor.
Signaling, not intending to disturb the souls of the dead.
at the same time.
The body of Mr. Ren was carried back to Yizhuang.
The servants of the Ren Mansion, according to Master Ren's instructions, gave Mr. Ren a new home.
"Mr. Ren, let me give you a new home. Don't blame me if you find something strange."
With that said, he carried the corpse in the rotten wood into the newly purchased nanmu coffin by Qiu Sheng.
It was just a simple movement, and the four strong young men groaned from exhaustion, which seemed extremely laborious.
Uncle Jiu walked in just in time. Seeing this scene, he felt even more worried.
I'm afraid this corpse has transformed into a zombie.
As soon as the servants of the Ren family left, Qiu Sheng and Wen Cai ran into Yizhuang in a panic, shouting: "Master, look quickly, why is the incense burned like this?"
Taking the three sticks of incense from Wen Cai's hand, two short and one long, Uncle Jiu's eyes narrowed and he said in a deep voice: "People are most afraid of three long and two short sticks, and the most taboo for incense is two short and one long, but it happened to be burned like this..."
"If you have this fragrance in your home, someone must be mourning."
Thinking of Ren Tingting's beautiful face, Wen Cai felt worried and asked: "Is it Mr. Ren's house?"
Uncle Jiu glared and scolded: "Is this where it is?"
Not wanting to let the family be in trouble, Uncle Jiu killed the chicken.
After painting the coffin with ink lines mixed with chicken blood, Wencai and Qiu Sheng left in a slapstick manner, but little did they know that they missed the bottom of the coffin.
The room was quiet, with the coffin lying on its side.
And right next to the coffin, two paper figures, one on the left and one on the right, watched everything with weird smiles on their faces.
…
late at night.
Outside the house, the cold moon is shining and the wind is howling.
"Dong dong dong!"
The heavy coffin lid was bouncing and it was almost unbearable.
A palm covered with sharp nails quietly stretched out from the crack of the coffin. Suddenly, the ink line glowed with golden light, and the zombie in the coffin suddenly retracted its palm in pain.
Uncle Jiu heard the noise and hurried over to check, but he only saw Wencai in a corner of Yizhuang, sleeping soundly on the floor after his bed had collapsed.
Seeing this situation, he shook his head.
When leaving, he glanced at the coffin placed in the side hall and found nothing unusual, so he walked back to the room.
Everything returned to calm.
"Dong dong dong..."
The coffin boards continue to jump.
"Hee hee hee……"
At this moment, the two paper figures turned their little heads stiffly and jumped up and down to the coffin.
"boom!"
The coffin lid, which kept jumping, was finally lifted with great force.
As a puff of black smoke filled the air, the skinny corpse had grown fat and mutated, turning into a ferocious zombie with its fingers as sharp as swords.
At this moment, two paper figures guarding the side, one on the left and one on the right, jumped up and hugged the zombie who had just woken up.
"whee!"
The paper man let out a weird laugh.
It's obviously a light paper man, but it's really unbelievable that it hugs this zombie tightly and makes it unable to move.
Wencai still slept soundly.
The newly awakened zombies sense the call of their loved ones and desperately want to cut off their descendants and destroy the Ren family.
But the paper man activated by yang energy, which specializes in overcoming yin evil, is not so easy to break free.
How could such a big movement escape Uncle Jiu's perception? As soon as he ran to the side hall, he saw the paper man holding the zombie, and his expression changed drastically.
Why is this paper man alive? Although I find it strange, the situation is urgent and there is no need to delay.
"Literary talent!"
After shouting, Uncle Jiu took out the mahogany sword from the hall and ran to the side hall.
As soon as I ducked in, I saw two paper figures rolling on the ground holding a zombie, inextricably entangled.
The foot steps on the Yin Yang Bagua steps, and the wooden sword in the hand cuts the demon soul.
Uncle Jiu was holding a mahogany sword and stepping on steely steps. He was upright and awe-inspiring, but the man hadn't rushed over yet.
"Wow!"
The paper man spontaneously ignited out of thin air, forcing him to retreat.
The zombies were surrounded by raging fire, but the paper man still refused to let go, and his body turned into flames bit by bit. The zombies roared in pain, struggled desperately, and danced like they didn't recognize their relatives.
He fell to the ground with a crash, and the stench filled the air.