"Ninth Uncle, it's going to rain soon. Why don't we find a place to settle down my father's body first and then think about it?”Ren Fa said.
"Alright, then how about you temporarily leave it in our mortuary?”
He knew that in this situation, if he insisted on cremation, it would show that he was too unreasonable.
Therefore, lam had no choice but to suggest that Ren Weiyong's body be placed in the mortuary and let him take care of it.
"Then I'll have to trouble Ninth Uncle."
Ren Xiao smiled. He had originally wanted to temporarily leave the corpse at the mortuary, but now that Lam had taken the initiative to speak, he was naturally more than happy to do so.
"It's nothing. Old Master Ren, please go back first.”
"Alright, let's go, Tingting."
Looking at Ren Fa's receding figure, Lam said to Wen Cai Qiu Sheng,""The two of you immediately light a plum blossom incense array in the tomb. Tell me how it burns.”
"Got it, Master."
……
At night, seven o'clock.
Inside the morgue.
Looking at the three incense sticks in his hands, he paced back and forth and sighed repeatedly."People are most afraid of three long and two short, and incense is most afraid of two short and one long.”
"If this incense is produced at home, someone will definitely die.”
"Is it Old Master Ren's house?"
"Nonsense, could it be this?"
As he spoke, he glared at Wen Cai.
"If it's not related to me, I won't worry."
In Wen Cai's eyes, as long as nothing happened to the mortuary, he didn't care.
"Then will Old Master Ren's daughter be fine?”
Upon hearing that someone from the Ren family might die, Qiu Sheng immediately thought of the playful and cute Ren Tingting.
"What? Tingting?"
Wen Cai's expression instantly changed from indifference to nervousness.
"Didn't you say that it's none of your business and that you don't have to worry about it? Why are you so excited?" Qiu Sheng patted Wen Cai's shoulder and teased.
"That's not true. If I can save the life of my sweetheart, getting married won't be a problem.”
Ever since he met Ren Tingting that day, Wen Cai had been completely infatuated with her. If he could marry such a beautiful woman, he would rather live ten years less.
However, Ren Tingting was the young miss of the Ren family, and he was just a Taoist child in the mortuary. Their identities were too incompatible, and it was no different from a fool's dream to be together.
However, if he put on a show of a hero saving the beauty, he might be able to capture the beauty's heart.
"Hey, let's compete fairly."
Qiu Sheng also yearned for Ren Tingting.
"Alright, let's rely on our own abilities.”
After saying that, Wen Cai strode over to lam and said with a smile,"Master, think of a way."
"I've already thought about it. Otherwise, why would I bring the coffin back?”lam said in a deep voice.
"Is there something wrong with this coffin?"
Qiu Shengwen said as he looked at the coffin in front of him.
"There's no problem with the coffin, but there's a problem with the dead.”
Ching Ying frowned, puzzled.
Even if the dragonfly didn't touch the water, it wouldn't stop the corpse from rotting.
"I also feel that something is wrong."
Wen Cai thought of the situation during the day and said with deep agreement.
"Yeah, it's been more than twenty years, and it hasn't rotted.”
As they spoke, the two of them opened the coffin lid out of curiosity.
At this moment, Ren Weiyong's fingernails that were stacked on his chest had already turned black. They were sharp and long, estimated to be at least ten centimeters long.
His originally normal face had become slightly fat and deformed. Everything seemed to be developing in the worst direction.
Master, he's put on weight."
Upon hearing this, Lam hurried over to take a look.
His fingernails turned black.
His face changed.
His teeth grew longer.
Ren Weiyong's current appearance was obviously about to turn into a corpse.
"Quickly cover it up."
"Prepare paper, brush, ink, swords, and knives."”
"What?"
The two of them didn't remember what he said.
"Yellow paper, red pen, black ink, kitchen knife, wooden sword.”PM suppressed his anger and said word by word.
"Oh, okay, master. We'll go immediately.”
It didn't take long.
The two of them prepared everything that lam wanted.
Looking at the rooster in his master's hand, Wen Cai asked resentfully,""Master, are you going to kill a chicken again?"
"Hmm?"
Lim stared at Wen Cai, and then the knife fell on the rooster's windpipe.
All of a sudden, the chicken blood gushed out.
With rice as a guide, he used a spell to create Yang fire. When the fire met blood, the foul gas would be eliminated.
Then, he poured the black ink into the still burning chicken blood and refined it with the Eight Trigrams Mirror. The black ink was mixed with the chicken blood and poured into the fighting line. This was the ink fountain.
In fact, the so-called ink fountain was the rope ink used by ancient craftsmen.
Rope ink is a straight and straight thing, can ward off evil spirits and drive away zombies.
This statement originated from the strange stories recorded in ancient books.
There was once a zombie outside the west gate of Cixi, who came out at night to kill people. One night, several carpenters boarded the city wall and peeped through the parapet. Sure enough, they saw a zombie flying out of the coffin like the wind.
The craftsman waited until the coffin was far away and came to the place where the coffin was. He flicked the coffin around with an ink line and went up to the city to watch the coffin return. After a while, the zombie came back and saw the ink line mark. He did not dare to go in. He looked around as if he was looking for something.
After a while, he saw someone on the city wall jumping up and down. The craftsmen hurriedly shot the parapet with ink lines, and the body could not climb up. They held a stalemate until dawn, when the body fell to the ground and was burned together.
Later on, the Maoshan Sect was inspired to mix black ink, chicken blood, glutinous rice, Yang fire, and other items that could ward off evil with spells or the Eight Trigrams Mirror to make them more powerful.
It was not an exaggeration to say that a normal zombie would either die or be injured if it was hit by the ink thread.
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