The three of them jogged all the way and soon arrived at a tile-roofed house in the west of the village.
He saw a white cloth hanging in the tile-roofed house, and some of the women nearby were burning incense. From time to time, a few cries could be heard from the house.
"Village Chief!"
"Village Chief!"
…
Although they were curious to see the village chief bring a stranger, the villagers on both sides greeted him out of courtesy.
"Old Zhu, come out quickly!"
Hearing the village chief's shout, an old man with a head full of white hair and a hunchback walked out of the room.
"Village chief, what's the matter? I'm still busy!”
Old Man Zhu looked at the village chief's pale face, then glanced at Lin Jiu and his disciple behind him, his face showing impatience.
"What's the matter? Something big has happened to your family. This is Taoist Master Lin Jiulin, a famous Taoist master in Ren Town!”
"He personally came to tell me that something big happened to your family!”
The village chief wanted to show off, but he was interrupted by Zhang Wenjie.
"Old sir, my master came here today to observe the stars at night. He saw that the murderous aura here was soaring. If he was not careful, he could harm the entire village!”
Zhang Wenjie tried his best to trick them, implicating the safety of the entire village.
The villagers were old-fashioned and selfish. No one would care if something happened to Old Zhu's family.
However, it was different when it came to their own interests!
"Hey! Old Man Zhu, why are you still blocking us? Are you trying to kill everyone?”
"That's right. This is Ninth Uncle. He's a living immortal. His words can't be wrong!”
After being nagged by the villagers, Old Zhu could only cooperate. However, when he heard that the coffin was about to be opened, his expression turned a little ugly!
"Priest Lin, it doesn't seem appropriate to disturb the peace of the dead!”
"Now, the peace of the entire village is on your shoulders. In my eyes, the entire house is filled with a dark, murderous aura!”
"And let me tell you, if you delay any longer, you might not be able to save it!”
"Alright then, Priest Lin, follow me!”
Old Man Zhu swallowed his saliva and led the way into the house while trembling.
Zhang Wenjie and the others understood why Old Man Zhu's expression was ugly when the ordinary coffin was pushed open.
The eyes of the female corpse lying in the coffin were wide open. Her pupils were gray, her skin was black, and there were traces of blood at the corner of her mouth.
Most importantly, his stomach was bulging.
One corpse, two lives!
"Why don't you close your eyes!"
"I can't close it! I've tried, but it won't close!"
Old Zhu's son held the coffin with trembling hands and kept muttering about his fault.
Lin Jiu's face was gloomy. He looked at Old Zhu's son and knew that there were some family matters that outsiders did not know about.
"Hey! Old Man Zhu, to think that everyone respected you so much. I didn't expect you to be such a vicious person!”
No one could blame others for thinking this way. Looking at the horrifying appearance of the woman in the coffin, one could tell that the Zhu family was a demon den that ate people without spitting out their bones.
"Bullsh * t! I, Old Zhu, am a person who does things with the conscience of heaven and earth. I won't let go of anyone who dares to talk nonsense!”
"Then why did your wife die in such an ugly way? He died with grievances!"
"You…"
Old Man Zhu instantly broke through his defense. He kept on cursing and pointing at an old man behind him!
However, before Old Man Zhu could say anything, the scolding battle was stopped by Village Chief Li.
"What are you arguing about? Do you think I'm dead?”
"Village Chief Li, your resentment is soaring. If you don't deal with it soon, you'll turn into a corpse!”
Lin Jiu placed a hand on the village chief's shoulder and pointed out concisely that the female corpse would turn into a corpse if he didn't deal with it!
"What?! Then Ninth Uncle, I'll listen to you. Hurry up and deal with it!!”
The village chief glared at Old Zhu and turned his head to show that he was in charge here. Ninth Uncle could decide how to deal with it!
"Wait!"
Zhang Wenjie opened his Heavenly Eye and glanced at the female corpse. There was a trace of Yang Qi mixed in the soaring resentment.
"Master, Corpse Birth!"
"Little Master, what illegitimate child?"
The village chief looked at Zhang Wenjie, who had stopped him, in confusion.
"Corpse of a corpse!"
Zhang Wenjie pointed at the female corpse's abdomen.
"Uncle Zhu, your wife is dead, but the child in her stomach still has a trace of life left!”
This also explained why the female ghost begged him in his dreams. As a mother, she was strong. So was the female ghost!
"Little Master, don't lie to me. If the person is dead, how can the fetus still be alive?”
If it weren't for the village chief, Old Zhu would have picked up a hammer and hit him.
"Little Master, I beg you, I beg you to save my child!”
Old Man Zhu's son couldn't care less when he heard that. He ran to Zhang Wenjie and was about to kneel down.
"Priest Lin, can you guarantee that the baby will survive?”
There are three ways to be unfilial, and the biggest is to have no descendants. If there is a chance…
"I promise, I swear on the ancestors of the Maoshan Sect that the child in my belly still has a chance to live!”
Did he have to be so ruthless?
Zhang Wenjie only admired the female ghost's maternal love and occasionally did some good deeds, but his master had to swear on the ancestors of Mao Mountain.
"Master!"
"Wenjie, remember the ancestral teachings of the Maoshan Sect!”
"Yes, sir! Master!"
Zhang Wenjie didn't know that there was an ancestral rule about giving birth to a child from a corpse. However, seeing that his master was giving him a look, Zhang Wenjie could only obey.
"Master Lin, as long as my grandson can come out, I'll do anything I can to save my life!”
He was old and simply did not have the ability to marry another family for his son. When he thought of the Zhu family having no descendants, Old Man Zhu went all out this time!
"Village Chief Li, I need you to help me find an experienced midwife and delivery supplies. I'll cast a spell to retrieve the baby later.”
After giving his instructions, Lin Jiu looked at Old Man Zhu.
"There's one more thing. This child is fated with Mao Mountain. He has to join Mao Mountain in the future. What do you think, Elder Zhu?”
"Everything is up to you, Priest Lin!"
If he could still survive like this, then Fellow Daoist Lin would be a living immortal. His grandson joining the Mao Mountain Immortal Sect would be like smoke rising from his ancestral grave.
To be a Taoist priest, one had to be a man, which meant that the child in the womb was a male. Moreover, Taoist priests could not get married and have children.
This time, it was Old Man Zhu's turn to be anxious!
She hurriedly ran out of the door to chase the bastard away and rushed the midwife over.
"Master, why is this?"
Zhang Wenjie tactfully expressed his doubts. It was not like his master to work so hard.
"The secrets of heaven cannot be revealed!"
Just now, Lin Jiu had a sudden impulse to calculate and found that this person was fated with Zhang Wenjie, and he had signs of reviving Mao Mountain.
However, divination involved too much karma, and it was easy to break the sun if he said it. Lin Jiu could only say that the secrets of heaven could not be revealed.
Very soon, the personnel and materials were ready. The midwife was standing in a corner of the room, trembling. It was the first time she had delivered a dead person.
If it wasn't for the fact that she knew that Priest Lin's Taoist skills were profound and that it was difficult to reject the price given by Old Man Zhu, the midwife really wouldn't have dared to come and do this business!
Inside the house, Lin Jiu had someone carry the female corpse out of the coffin and lay her flat on a wooden board.
Lin Jiu took out a handful of yellow talismans and chanted something. With a loud shout, he raised his hand and threw the talismans. The yellow talismans floated in the air and flashed with a yellow light that covered the female corpse.
Outside the house, the wind was blowing and the clouds were gathering. The sunset glow was instantly covered by dark clouds, and bolts of lightning streaked across the sky.
This time, the villager firmly believed that Taoist Master Lin was a profound cultivator. In a few words, a strong yellow light shot out from the window of Old Zhu's house.
Not long after, the sound of a baby crying came from inside the house.
"Old Zhu has an heir! You have an heir!"
Old Man Zhu rushed out with a crazy expression on his face. He looked at the curious villagers outside the house and continued to repeat Old Zhu's words.
Zhang Wenjie, who had watched the entire process, felt that it was nonsense. He simply cut open the female corpse and took out the baby. The other so-called wind, clouds, and thunder were all lies.
The midwife who was on standby at the side did not panic in the face of danger. She took over the baby and skillfully handled it.
At this moment, the baby was crying, and the murderous aura around the female corpse disappeared instantly. She closed her eyes.
A word of thanks passed by his ear. Zhang Wenjie instantly opened his Heavenly Eye and saw a soul phantom watching the baby slowly disappear…
For the old-fashioned village, it was too difficult for the Zhu family to accept such a mixture of white and red matters. They were even more afraid of that Shi Shengzi.
However, Fellow Daoist Lin, who was a living immortal, said that this child was fated to be with the Maoshan Sect and that he would definitely be able to cultivate in the future.
In any case, with every word he said, the blind villagers had the idea of marrying Old Zhu's family. The Taoist priest could not help but marry and have children.
The funeral of the female corpse was naturally easy. She just needed to find a place to be buried.
The next morning, Zhang Wenjie and his disciple left Seven Heads Village after breakfast.
When they left, Lin Jiu and Old Man Zhu agreed to send their son to the mortuary when he was six years old.
On the way back, Zhang Wenjie held a cigarette in his mouth and gently whipped the rope with his right hand.
"Master, don't tell me you're thinking of taking in another disciple!”
"I thought you would hold back. It's not me who's taking it, it's you!”
Lin Jiu was also holding a smoking pot, but he was lying in the carriage. He couldn't help but laugh when he heard Zhang Wenjie's question.
Laugh at your paralysis
Zhang Wenjie's face stiffened as he cursed in his heart.
Zhang Wenjie immediately lowered his head and stopped talking about this nonsense. He slapped the horse's butt and the carriage sped up to the Ren family's memorial hall.
When they returned to the mortuary, before they could even take two sips of water, the closed doors were violently pushed open.
Zhang Wenjie grabbed the rice noodles in his bowl and turned his head to peek at the window. He really wanted to see what kind of brave person dared to kick open the door of the mortuary.
There was a big footprint on the door on the left…
"Ninth Uncle, Ninth Uncle, are you home?”
The mayor of Jiuquan Town jogged into the door, followed by a bespectacled man.
However, the security captain's uniform could not hide the wretched feeling of this person.
Captain Ah Wei followed closely behind. Seeing Zhang Wenjie sitting at the door eating noodles and looking at Charlie Cao in front of him, Ah Wei didn't know why he felt a trace of schadenfreude.
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