At midnight, everyone had time to rest.
Old Master Ren's coffin in the morgue was also filled with ink clips.
Even under Yi Chan De's suggestion, Qiu Sheng and Wen Cai's coffins also jumped.
However, when the moonlight shone on the coffin through the paper window, the old man in the coffin completely changed into a corpse.
"Bang!"
Great-Grandfather Ren pushed the coffin lid and reached out his hand to touch the ink thread. The ink thread burst out with a red light and Great-Grandfather Ren's hand was blown back.
Without any support, the coffin lid fell down with a loud crash.
The sound of the coffins colliding was very loud in the empty morgue.
Uncle Nine, who was sleeping in the bedroom and guest room, immediately woke up when he heard the sound.
She put on her shoes and ran in quickly.
"What happened?"
Ninth Uncle took the oil lamp and walked around the coffin with One Zen before asking in confusion.
"It should be a corpse transformation. Old Master Ren wanted to come out but was bounced back by the ink fountain.”
"But it seems that Old Master Ren won't make any more moves tonight!”
One Zen frowned and analyzed.
"This is bad. It seems that we have to find a new tomb as soon as possible for Old Master Ren to be buried.”
Ninth Uncle could not help but look anxious when he heard this.
"Letting Old Master Ren be buried again is only a temporary solution. Moreover, as time goes by, Old Master Ren's strength will become stronger and stronger.”
One Zen shook his head and rejected Ninth Uncle's words.
"No, I need to find a Three Yang Kai Tai acupoint. That way, with sufficient Yang Qi, it would naturally destroy Old Master Ren over time.”
Ninth Uncle shook his head and explained to One Zen with a smile.
"But Ninth Uncle, you've been in Ren Town for so long. Does Ren Town have such a good acupuncture point?”
One Zen immediately poured a bucket of cold water on Ninth Uncle.
He gave Ninth Uncle a heart-piercing cold.
"This…Ren Town doesn't have any. I'll go to the nearby towns to take a look.”
Ninth Uncle said hesitantly.
"Old Master Ren has already turned into a corpse. It would be a waste of time to search in other towns. This method is not advisable!"
Yi Chan had more concerns because the mission he had accepted was to protect Old Master Ren from being killed by his own father.
"Don't worry! Tomorrow, after I meet Master Ren, we will set off. I will ride Qiusheng's bicycle and bring Wencai along. He would probably return the next day. During this time, Fellow Daoist will have to rely on you to guard the mortuary for a night.”
Ninth Uncle said to Yi Chan with a hearty smile.
In this era, bicycles were like modern luxury cars.
Although it wasn't as fast as a horse, it was recognized as a form of transportation that was faster than humans.
Although there were cars in the Republic of China, they were like modern private yachts. Not everyone could afford them.
In the entire provincial capital, there were only a few families that had a bright car.
Not to mention the Ren Family Town.
The fact that Qiusheng had his own bicycle meant that his aunt's rouge and cosmetic business was very profitable.
Anyway, Ninth Uncle admitted that he couldn't afford it.
Even if he could afford it, he was reluctant to buy it.
"Please, I'll set off tomorrow morning after the discussion.”
Ninth Uncle nodded solemnly, then said a few more words to Yi Chan before returning to their rooms to rest.
Early the next morning, after breakfast, Ninth Uncle brought Wen Cai out not long after.
Ren Tingting knocked on the door of the mortuary!
"Miss Ren?"
After Yi Chan opened the door, he saw Ren Tingting holding a western-style umbrella. She was wearing a trendy western dress and carrying a small bag as she stood outside the door.
"Ah! Little master, I'm here to visit my grandfather and learn some Buddhist Dharma from you!”
Ren Tingting said shyly with a red face when she saw Yi Chan.
"Please come in! Your grandfather is in the morgue now. I'll take you there.”
Yi Chan smiled and didn't expose Ren Tingting's thoughts. He brought her to the morgue.
"Little master, why is my grandfather's coffin covered in black silk?”
After entering the morgue, Ren Tingting saw that her grandfather's coffin was filled with ink thread. She could not help but ask Yi Chan in confusion.
"It's like this…"
Hearing Ren Tingting's question, One Zen did not hide anything and told her the truth.
"What? My grandfather has become a zombie!"
Ren Tingting covered her mouth in shock and fear when she heard Yi Chan's words.
"That's right. Old Master Ren had already turned into a corpse last night.”
"Old Master Ren has been buried in the Fengshui Treasure Land for twenty years. His strength is much stronger than the zombies of the same age. Although the wood of this coffin is not bad, it is only medium-sized wood used by wealthy families. After being buried underground for twenty years, it has long been eroded by moisture and has become somewhat unbearable. Therefore, even if the outside of the coffin was filled with ink, it would not be able to trap Old Master Ren. As long as Old Master Ren exerted force, the coffin would collapse from the inside out.”
"This little monk will be guarding this place again. As long as Old Master Ren breaks out of the coffin, this little monk will be able to stop him immediately.”
"Tingting, you have to know that the first thing zombies do when they are born is to suck the blood of their loved ones to make themselves stronger. For the safety of you and your father, you must leave before dark.”
Yi Chan put his palms together and looked at Ren Tingting sincerely.
Ren Tingting looked at the extremely serious and handsome face in front of her and couldn't move her beautiful eyes away for a moment.
[I'm moved!] Damn it, he couldn't hide his gaze!
"Yes! Little Master, you're so nice!"
Ren Tingting whispered.
Her body unconsciously leaned against One Zen.
Ren Tingting had 100% trust in Yi Chan's words.
Seeing this, One Zen did not dodge.
Time seemed to freeze.
The two of them stood there quietly, like a couple of first love.
It was intoxicating.
"Tingting…"
After a long time, the sun hung high in the south. It was noon.
"Yes!"
"It's noon. I'll go cook for you!”
One Zen asked gently.
"I want to go with you. I can cook too!”
When Ren Tingting heard this, she stood still and looked at Yi Chan with a sweet smile.
"Alright!"
Yi Chan did not refuse. He held Ren Tingting's soft and boneless hand in front of Great-grandfather Ren and walked towards the kitchen.
The two of them were glued to each other. One started a fire while the other cooked.
It was like a romantic love scene in the countryside.
The only downside was that this place was a mortuary, and the male lead was a monk.
Although the female lead was a rich young lady and did not care about the identity of the male lead.
"Tingting! Tingting! Cousin is here to pick you up for dinner!"
Just as the dishes were served, Ah Wei's hoarse voice rang out from outside the mortuary.
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