"What happened? Why aren't you carrying the coffin?"
"Is Master Mao's daughter that fierce? Even Ninth Uncle, a master of Dao, couldn't subdue him?”
"What do you know? I've heard of a saying that people are most afraid of accidents! The most taboo incense is two short and one long! You see, the incense sticks in the shed are two short and one long. This is a big taboo.”
"So Master Mao's daughter can't be buried? Tonight, his daughter would come looking for him again. Looking at Master Mao's situation, he was not far from death.”
Gu Zhou looked at Old Master Mao. For some reason, he felt that there was something wrong with this person. After the coffin landed on the ground, he talked to Ninth Uncle and for a moment, he revealed an uncontrollable joy.
Ninth Uncle casually swept his gaze across the crowd. When his gaze passed by Gu Zhou, he let out a soft gasp. His eyes were fixed on Gu Zhou as he quickly walked towards him, muttering to himself,"There's actually such a tough person in this world? Unbelievable! Unbelievable! Unbelievable!"
Gu Zhou felt his scalp tingle as Ninth Uncle stared at him strangely.
"Little brother, where did you come from?"
"From Qingshan Town." Gu Zhou answered honestly.
"So it's Qingshan Town." Ninth Uncle nodded slightly.”
Although it had been twenty years, Qingshan Town was still deeply etched in his mind. How could he not remember such a large corpse breeding ground?
He had never seen a town that could deal with zombies as easily as slaughtering pigs in his life. It was impossible for him not to remember it deeply.
He didn't know if the people of Qingshan Town were lucky or not.
Unfortunately, they were living in a large corpse breeding ground.
Fortunately, the Yin Qi in this Corpse Raising Ground was not sufficient. Usually, white and black zombies were bred. Although they had corpse poison and were extremely strong, making them difficult to injure with knives and spears, their movements were slow. They were extremely afraid of sunlight and fire. If they were a little careful, ordinary people could deal with them.
With hundreds of years of experience, the people of Qingshan Town were very familiar with dealing with zombies. Ninth Uncle was shocked when he saw such a situation for the first time.
Such a town was probably the only one in the world.
"Ninth Uncle, this little brother can't take it. My name is Gu Zhou, and I'm Daoist Shi Jian's disciple in name.”
Gu Zhou's words brought her closer to Ninth Uncle.
Uncle Nine was a little surprised, but his attitude softened."So you're Senior Brother's disciple. Since you're Martial Nephew, we're family, so let's not beat around the bush. I can see that your destiny is so strong that it's the only one I've ever seen in my life. This Coffin Owner is too fierce, so I need someone with a strong destiny to carry the coffin and suppress her before I can bury her.”
Master Mao was supported by a servant and walked over. He coughed a few times and cupped his hands,"Little brother, as long as you can help my daughter carry the coffin, I'm willing to pay 1,000 dollars.”
Looking at the uncontrollable joy in the depths of Old Master Mao's eyes, Gu Zhou said with a faint smile,"Master Mao is so generous."
"I'm willing to do anything for my daughter's burial.”
Old Master Mao sighed lightly, looking like he loved his daughter deeply.
"There's no need for the big money. Since Uncle-Master has asked, how can I not help?”
It was just a thousand dollars. He really didn't care about it. What he wanted was Ninth Uncle's favor.
A favor was the hardest to return.
"Thank you, little brother."
Old Master Mao cupped his hands and bowed respectfully.
Ninth Uncle led Gu Zhou to the coffin. As they walked, he said,"Don't worry, your Life Providence is too hard. With me beside you, there won't be any danger when carrying the coffin this time.”
"On the other hand, with the Coffin Master's resentment, if he can be buried in peace, it can be considered as eliminating a hidden danger in this world.”
When he came to the coffin, Gu Zhou saw the details on the coffin. It was covered in dense black lines.
"Uncle-Master, could this be the ink fountain bullet line?”
Ninth Uncle nodded lightly." Since we know that the Coffin Master is full of resentment, we naturally have to be prepared. We spent the entire night playing the ink thread." Don't worry about carrying the coffin, your Martial Uncle has made ample preparations.”
This time, there were eleven people carrying the coffin. Eight people were on both sides, two were on one side of the coffin, and Gu Zhou was the dragon head.
He recited the Scripture of Limbo.
Burning incense.
After going through the process, Ninth Uncle shouted,"Open the coffin!"
The eleven of them lowered their waists and exerted strength, and the coffin rose up.
Who knew that this time, it was beyond everyone's expectations.
The coffin was unexpectedly light. The people who carried the coffin used all their strength. They thought that the coffin would be terrifyingly heavy this time. They did not expect the coffin to be more than ten times lighter. They used all their strength to empty it.
It was as if a person had punched air.
More than half of the people sprained their backs and stumbled, tripping the others. Five or six people fell directly. It was a mess, and the coffin was about to tilt to the bottom.
It was still fine when the coffin landed on the ground.
It would be a big joke if the coffin toppled over.
The onlookers exclaimed.
Ninth Uncle was about to stabilize the coffin when Gu Zhou suddenly turned around and did a horse stance. He held the head of the coffin and the bottom of the coffin landed on his thighs. The muscles on his arms bulged and filled his sleeves. The coffin that weighed nearly a thousand pounds was actually stabilized by him.
"Good boy, your fate is indeed strong enough. The Coffin Master has no tricks up his sleeve.”
Seeing that the situation had turned for the better, Ninth Uncle could not help but touch Gu Zhou's strong arm muscles.
"Ninth Uncle, it's a little itchy. If you touch it again, I won't be able to hold the coffin.”Gu Zhou could not help but ask.
"Little brat!"
Ninth Uncle scolded jokingly.
The coffin bearer who had sprained his waist retreated, and the other coffin bearers who had tripped got up and continued to carry the coffin.
This time, there were no accidents. The coffin was safely buried in the grave.
Everyone heaved a sigh of relief when they saw the coffin being covered with soil and the pit being slowly sealed.
He was finally buried.
"Thank you, Ninth Uncle! Thank you, little brother! I've already prepared good wine and dishes. Please do me the honor.”
Master Mao thanked him repeatedly.
The two of them did not decline and followed Old Master Mao to the Mao family.
"Shixiong Shi Jian never takes in disciples. It's your fortune to be able to become Shixiong Shi Jian's disciple.”
As they chatted, Ninth Uncle mentioned that Gu Zhou could become Shi Jian's disciple, and his tone carried a trace of doubt.
"Martial Uncle, why didn't Master take in a disciple?”
Ninth Uncle said in a deep voice," He is the eldest senior brother of this generation of Mao Mountain. He is very ambitious. If he wants to do something, he will do it well. If he wants to take in disciples, he will naturally take in the best. That is why I have taken in many disciples over the years, but he has not taken any. With your talent, he wouldn't have…"
At this point, he stopped abruptly and said apologetically,"I'm not targeting you…"
Gu Zhou replied indifferently," It's fine. I know that my aptitude is very poor, but my master told me that aptitude doesn't determine everything.”
Ninth Uncle nodded. He seemed lost." Your master is right…Perhaps I know why he changed his mind and took you as his disciple. In this era where spiritual energy is exhausted, talent is no longer that important.”
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