Yuan Lang.
The graveyard, halfway up the mountain.
Although it was easy for accidents to happen when moving graves, Jiang Xingjie still followed Jiang Zhiguang. He had no choice but to come. Jiang Zhiguang would not waste time with him. However, Jiang Xingjie was well-prepared. He took out the long black wooden box under his bed.
After half a month, my friend, you've seen the light of day again!
The place to move the grave had long been chosen. Jiang Zhiguang only needed to do the ritual when the coffin was lifted and buried, and the business was done.
However, when they transported the coffin to the cemetery in Yuan Lang for burial, the sky was already dark. After dark, for some reason, Jiang Xingjie suddenly had a bad feeling.
He felt that he might have been overthinking things. However, when he saw the black coffin lying horizontally not far away, Jiang Xingjie's heart pounded wildly, and he felt an inexplicable sense of fear.
In front of an altar, Jiang Zhiguang was wearing an apricot yellow Daoist robe and a Daoist crown on his head. He was waving a peach wood sword in his hand.
Beside him, a group of Taoist priests in dark blue Taoist robes were holding various musical instruments, such as Sanqing Bell, small drum, cymbals, suona, etc. They were playing their respective instruments while muttering scriptures.
Jiang Xingjie felt that something was wrong, so he ran back to the car and took the long black wooden box that he had used to store his weapons.
When he returned, Jiang Zhiguang had already finished his ritual and was talking to his employer, Old Master Zhou.
"Master Jiang, make good use of the time. I still have to rush to the airport tomorrow morning.”
"Yes, don't worry, boss. We're not going to rest in the car for a while!”
Jiang Zhiguang said with a smile. After watching Old Master Zhou get into the car, he withdrew his gaze. However, Jiang Zhiguang suddenly realized that two of the incense sticks that he had asked Old Master Zhou to burn for Great Grandfather Zhou were burning rapidly.
When Jiang Zhiguang saw this, the smile on his face instantly froze. His slightly oily skin turned pale in an instant.
Jiang Xingjie noticed that Jiang Zhiguang's expression was not quite right. He took the long black wooden box and said,"Dad, what's wrong?"
"Look at this fragrance."
When Jiang Xingjie heard this, he turned his head and saw that only one of the three incense sticks was still burning normally. The other two had almost been burnt out.
Jiang Xingjie remembered what Uncle Nine had said."People are most afraid of three long and two short, and incense is most afraid of two short and one long.”
Am I pretty?
Jiang Xingjie had long known that there was nothing good about moving the coffin. He thought that since he was not the main character, he did not have to worry about this problem. But now, it seemed that this was really the law of horror movies!
Even if he wasn't the main character or a storyline character, he couldn't escape this rule.
Most importantly, it would be fine if he was a storyline character or the main character. At least he knew the storyline and how powerful zombies were. But now, Jiang Xingjie knew nothing. With his abilities, there was a high chance that he would fail.
As for Jiang Zhiguang, based on Jiang Xingjie's understanding of him, his abilities were only so-so. Catching ghosts shouldn't be a big problem for him to deal with some ordinary zombies, but if the guy in the coffin was slightly stronger, he would still die.
"Dad, what should we do now?" Jiang Xingjie continued to ask.
Jiang Zhiguang glared at him and did not reply. Instead, he walked towards the coffin. When he came to the side of the coffin, Jiang Zhiguang walked around and found that there was an inexplicable liquid in one corner of the coffin.
Jiang Zhiguang touched it with his hand. The liquid was blackish-red and extremely smelly. After sniffing it, Jiang Zhiguang wiped it on his Taoist robe in disgust. Then, Jiang Zhiguang took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket with trembling hands. After he took out one, because of his panic, the cigarette butt and cigarette butt were reversed.
With a cigarette in his mouth, Jiang Zhiguang took out a lighter and lit it. He tried a few times but it didn't light up. Seeing this, Jiang Zhiguang threw the cigarette away.
"Dad, why are you so scared? Have you never seen a zombie?”Jiang Xingjie asked worriedly when he saw that Jiang Zhiguang was not in a good state.
"Have you seen it before?" Jiang Zhiguang turned to glare at Jiang Xingjie.
Jiang Xingjie replied,[I've seen them before. Not only that, I've also killed two zombies.]
Jiang Zhiguang naturally didn't know what Jiang Zhiguang was thinking. He sighed and took out another cigarette. This time, he didn't make a mistake in the butt of the cigarette."Our Jiang Clan, including your generation, has been a Daoist for seven generations.”
"However, in the past few decades, it has been a small matter. If it's not possessed by ghosts, it's possessed by ghosts. Your dad hasn't won the lottery once, but this one…uh-huh…"
Jiang Zhiguang almost burst into tears.
For some reason, Jiang Xingjie suddenly felt a sense of familiarity when he heard Jiang Zhiguang's words. It seemed to be a movie he had watched before.
But which one?
Jiang Xingjie knew too little now, so he couldn't guess for a while.
Helplessly, Jiang Xingjie could only ask Jiang Zhiguang,"Dad, Old Great Grandfather Zhou is fine. How did he turn into a corpse?”
Jiang Zhiguang sighed and explained,""This matter has to start with your grandfather. When Old Zhou passed away, the Zhou family spent a lot of money in hopes that your grandfather would help find a good place for Old Zhou.”
"Our family has never been good at Feng Shui. Your grandfather doesn't have that ability. However, the price that the Zhou family offered back then was too high. Your grandfather wanted to earn this money, so in the end, he thought of a way.”
"What method?" Jiang Xingjie quickly asked.
"Nine Yin Gathering Wealth is an evil technique that harms the heavens and people. This evil technique can absorb all the good luck of all the netherworld houses within a five-mile radius for one's descendants. However, if he did that, his descendants would be in trouble.”
"Because this evil technique goes against the heavens, the graves have to be moved every thirty years.”
"Although this method absorbs the good luck of other netherworld residences to their own descendants, the yin qi and death qi of the nearby netherworld residences will all gather on the corpses. I'm not surprised that Old Zhou's grandfather has turned into a corpse.”
After listening to Jiang Zhiguang, Jiang Xingjie felt that moving a grave every thirty years was not against the heavens, but because the good luck of the netherworld within a five-mile radius had long been sucked dry.
Of course, he only muttered this in his heart and did not say it out loud.
However, after receiving this information, Jiang Xingjie finally remembered that what he was experiencing now was the plot of that movie.
The heavenly master fought the zombie.
Jiang Xingjie's current experience appeared in Jiang Tianji's memories.
Damn it, Jiang Tianji is Jiang Tianji, and I, Jiang Xingjie, am Jiang Xingjie. How could these two people have the same plot? Jiang Xingjie really couldn't understand. Could it be that because I'm a transmigrator, it's forced on me?
Just as Jiang Xingjie was puzzled, Jiang Zhiguang suddenly kicked him."Brat, what are you still standing there for? Hurry up and seal the coffin with the Seven Star Nail.”
"Dad, what should we do if they really turn into corpses?”Jiang Xingjie did not move but asked Jiang Zhiguang.
When Jiang Zhiguang heard this, he pulled Jiang Xingjie and whispered into his ear,""Of course, I immediately ran away and sealed the coffin!”
After Jiang Zhiguang finished speaking, he pushed Jiang Xingjie. Jiang Xingjie did not know what to say. However, his life was more important. If there was really no other way, he also agreed with Jiang Zhiguang.
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