Dragon Ball: What It's Like to Be a Kakarot

Chapter 157
A few more days later, Uncle Nine finally got everything ready, took the guy with him and headed to the mountain where Old Master Ren was buried.

They also sent someone to inform Kakarot, but Kakarot had been informed by Ren Tingting in advance, but they arrived at the destination first.

The hillside is already full of servants of the Ren family. The Ren family is a big family in the area, and there is no need to talk about being rich.

"You must pray with all your heart."

Uncle Jiu put a stick of incense on the altar and said to the servants around him.

Uncle Nine's Buddhist altar was placed in front of Old Master Ren's grave. On a square table, red candles, incense, paper, money, melons and fruits were placed on it.

Master Ren went up to put on the stick of incense respectfully, then came to Uncle Jiu, and said, "Uncle Jiu, the Feng Shui experts said that this cemetery is hard to find, and it is a good acupuncture point."

Uncle Jiu was wearing the formal attire worn by Taoist priests, an apricot-yellow Taoist robe and a Taoist crown on his head.

He nodded and said, "That's right. This cave is called Dragonfly Pointing Water Cave. It is three feet four feet long and only three feet is usable, and one foot three feet wide is only four feet usable. Therefore, the coffin cannot be laid flat, and must be buried in a legal way."

"It's amazing, Uncle Jiu, it's indeed like this."

Master Ren gave a thumbs up to praise, this is exactly what the previous Feng Shui master said.

Wen Cai asked curiously, only to hear them ask: "Master, what is Fa Zang? Is it a French funeral?"

Qiu Sheng shook his head beside him. Although he didn't understand this, he also knew that it was impossible. The French funeral is so outrageous, this is the land of China.

Uncle Jiu glared at Wen Cai, not bothering to talk to him, an ignorant fellow.

"Uncle Nine, we've paid our respects, can we break ground?"

A pair of long-term workers with poles and long sticks came and asked.

"Okay." Uncle Jiu nodded.

"Break ground!" shouted the long-term workers, walked to the cemetery, kicked the tombstone away with both feet, and dug up the grave with the shovel in their hands.

Extremely violent.

Kakarot, Ren Tingting, Master Ren and others lined up to watch the fun.

A police captain, Awei, followed behind him.

This Awei is also one of Ren Tingting's obsessives. At this time, he felt uncomfortable seeing Ren Tingting standing next to Kakarot, but he didn't dare to say anything more.

This master is a ruthless character, with a gun on his body, exuding a fierce look, and that tall and mighty off-road vehicle, he dare not provoke such people.

It is much easier for this kind of people to deal with him.

As the saying goes, people rely on clothes and horses rely on saddles. Kakarot's appearance has been pretended. If ordinary people don't have the capital, they will automatically not provoke him. This is why Kakarot is so smooth.

But Qiu Shengwencai didn't have such a good time. He was riding a broken bicycle and looked like a hanging wire. This Ah Wei often bullied the two of them, and then he was brought back by the two with a small spell.

Wen Caiqiusheng doesn't have much ability to catch ghosts, and he doesn't have much courage, but he really has the ability and courage to punish people, and he is very strong.

While watching the excitement, Qiu Sheng came up to Uncle Jiu and asked, "Master, what exactly is Fa Zang?"

Just listening to Uncle Jiu's inscrutable look, he said: "The so-called Fa Zang is a vertical burial."

Then he asked Mr. Ren for proof: "I don't know if what I said is right?"

Master Ren frowned slightly and said, "Yes, that Feng Shui expert said that if the ancestors are buried vertically, the descendants must be good."

Uncle Jiu said again: "Is it working?"

"In the past 20 years, my Ren family's business has been getting worse and worse, and I don't know why."

Uncle Jiu analyzed from the side: "I think that Mr. Feng Shui has enmity with your Ren family."

"Is there any grudge?" Master Ren was thoughtful.

"Did the old man have any problems with him during his lifetime?"

Master Ren said: "This land originally belonged to Mr. Feng Shui. My late father knew it was a good acupuncture point, so he bought it with money."

Uncle Jiu suddenly realized, and stared at Master Ren: "It's just a lure? Is there any threat?" After hearing this, Master Ren just smiled embarrassedly, but did not answer.

Uncle Jiu couldn't help snorting slightly, and said: "I think it must be a threat, otherwise he would never harm you, and even asked you to cover the entire Dragonfly Point Water Cave with cement."

Master Ren couldn't help asking: "Then what should we do?"

Uncle Jiu gestured towards the cemetery and said, "Snowflakes should cover the roof, that's called a dragonfly's touch, and the coffin's head can't touch the water, so how can it be called a dragonfly's touch?
He still has a conscience, let you be buried in the coffin 20 years later, if you kill half of your life, you won't hurt your whole life, if you kill your generation, you won't hurt your eighteen generations. "

Master Ren was very upset, thinking that if he hadn't raised the coffin and moved the burial today, Uncle Jiu told him that he might have been kept in the dark for the rest of his life.

To offend a Feng Shui master who plays this game in this ghostly world, I have to say that this Ren family is also a bold person with high skills. He can't cure you on the surface, and he can't hurt you secretly.

It's just that Feng Shui's method of harming people is too short-lived, and it is far less enjoyable than face-to-face revenge.

"I see!" The long-term workers shouted, causing Uncle Jiu to turn his head to look.

The long-term workers got the coffin out and put it on the open space next to it.

Uncle Jiu said in a deep voice: "Loosen the rope, take off the nails!" Then he turned around and said to the crowd: "Everyone, today is the rediscovery of Mr. Ren, who is 36, 22, 35, and 48 years old and belongs to the rooster." , and those who belong to the Ox, all turn around and avoid."

After the voice fell, some people turned around to avoid it.

Kakarot scratched his head, how did he know what he was counting, there is no zodiac sign in the Dragon Ball world.

After a few breaths, Uncle Jiu said again: "The evasion is over, everyone tidy up your clothes and open the coffin."

Several young people listened to the order and went to open the coffin. At this time, something happened suddenly. The birds in the forest in the distance seemed to be startled by something, and they flew up one by one, and there were several loud crows behind their ears.

Uncle Jiu frowned in thought, secretly feeling bad.

Everyone looked into the coffin, and saw a dead body wearing an official uniform of the Qing Dynasty lying in it, still retaining the appearance of his life, without the slightest sign of corruption.

The father and daughter of the Ren family cried and bowed down, "Father" and "Grandpa", Master Ren cried: "You have alarmed the old man, the child is really unfilial."

But there was no trace of tears, and he stood up after crying, too.

I've been dead for so many years, so much sadness has faded away, and now I just follow folk customs.

The folks even have the business of mourning for others.

"Uncle Jiu, is this tomb still usable?" Master Ren asked.

Now that I know the secret of the Dragonfly Point Water Cave, I don’t have to be afraid of being overshadowed by others. It would be great if I could use the waste.

Uncle Jiu stared at the coffin and said: "Spot lightly on the water, touch again, it will definitely not touch the same position, this point is useless."

"What should I do?"

"I propose to be cremated on the spot." Ninth Uncle said.

It is the easiest way to burn it once and for all, and now at noon, if it is burned directly, no evil spirits will be born.

"Cremation? No way!" Master Ren immediately objected, saying, "Father was most afraid of fire when he was alive. I can't do that."

"Master Ren, there will be trouble if you don't cremate."

"Anything is fine, but cremation is not possible. You should think of other ways."

He said firmly.

This is also a very classic idea. It is about burying a person in peace. Even in the modern age of 2032, this trend of thought still exists, but most of the cities start cremation.

Uncle Jiu sighed and said, "Okay, then temporarily send it to our Yizhuang. Tomorrow, I will help the old man find another tomb so that he can rest in peace early."

"Okay, close the coffin lid and carry it back to Yizhuang." Awei, who was wearing a white suit and glasses, shouted impatiently.

He didn't want to see Ren Tingting and Kakarot standing side by side again.

The long-term workers got the order and rushed back carrying the coffin again.

"Both of you, go to the grave and light an incense array of plum blossoms. Come back and tell me what it looks like after burning. Remember to burn incense in every tomb."

Before leaving, Uncle Jiu gave Wencai Qiusheng another order.

Kakarot on the side glanced thoughtfully at these cemeteries, and vaguely remembered that Qiu Sheng had run into a ghost here, but he didn't see anything.

Ghosts are different from ghosts before. The ghosts in Dragon Ball have a halo above their heads. Even ordinary people can see this kind of ghosts, but the ghosts here cannot be seen by ordinary people.

Kakarot improved his strength a little, circulated his Qi to his eyes, and saw the scene of the underworld.

I only felt that my eyes were extremely hot, so I directly turned off the Yin and Yang eyes.

The world after opening the eyes is full of ghosts and ghosts, a real underworld, and the mortals in this world also have less yin and yang eyes, otherwise they will be scared to death.

"People are most afraid of three longs and two shorts, but Xiang is most afraid of two shorts and one long."

Back in Yizhuang, Uncle Jiu looked at the incense brought back by Wencai Qiusheng and muttered.

Kakarot lost interest after glancing at it for a second, and was also not interested in the techniques used by these Taoist priests, while Uncle Nine and his two apprentices here were constantly busy.

Chopping the chicken head for a while, and pouring glutinous rice for a while, Kakarot yawned straight at the sight.

"Mr. Yan, your dream of fighting zombies may come true soon."

He smiled at Kakarot again.

Mr. Ren is unwilling to cremate the corpse. If there is no accident, the corpse may have an accident.

But as a capable Taoist, he wasn't particularly afraid.

At this time, I raised my mouth to Kakarot, also to prevent this Taoist brother who didn't know the details from being in a hurry.

Weapons need to be prepared in advance. A small pistol or the like will have no effect on zombies. Even if the bullets make the zombies riddled with holes, they are themselves dead.

Therefore, to fight zombies with arms must be powerful.

Kakarot nodded slightly, and took out a universal capsule from the exclusive wardrobe on his body.

This universal capsule is filled with ammunition.

Although he can rub the air with his hands to produce explosives, but this is more shocking, it is better not to scare these mortals.

And the universal capsule can be shirked to high technology and it's over.

Master Ren and Ren Tingting plan to temporarily stay in Yizhuang for one night.

At this time, the sky is over, Yizhuang is still some distance away from the town, it is already dark, if you encounter some unclean things on the road, you will suffer, why not rest here in Yizhuang, and return to Ren's house tomorrow morning town.

Even if Yizhuang is gloomy, at least there is a well-known Taoist ghost hunter, who can be regarded as a bodyguard.

Uncle Jiu's world view is outrageous, he can encounter ghosts and zombies casually, even for a Taoist disciple like Wencai Qiusheng, walking around at night is easy to be targeted by ghosts.

I really don't know why these ghosts didn't dare to come out and run amok when the war broke out.

As the night darkened, everyone was sleeping soundly.

At this time, in the coffin room of Yizhuang, the zombies became dishonest and started to reach out, but after being injured by the thread ejected from the Chicken Blood Ink Dou, they learned their lesson and stopped reaching for the lid. They just shook desperately and buried for a long time. The coffin that had been in the ground for 20 years screamed "Zhizhi" unbearably, and the zombie's strength gradually increased, making the coffin even louder.

Finally, with a bang, it fell apart directly.

No matter how well Uncle Nine's line of defense was set up, it couldn't withstand the coffin's expiry date, and the zombie's strength was much stronger than ordinary people, so it naturally fell apart. With this breakup, the spells on the coffin also lost their effect.

A classic image of a zombie in Qing Dynasty official uniform stood up straight from the pile of broken coffins.

Jumping and jumping, they went straight to Ren's family.

"Speaking of which, most of the images of these zombies are dressed in upright official uniforms. They are indeed demons."

Kakarot sensed the evil aura emanating from the zombies, he sneered, and took out two grenades, a Gatling with blue flames, and a bazooka for individual soldiers from the capsule.

He carried the equipment with his bare hands and touched it along with his breath.

First, he took a small pistol and pointed it at the zombie's head a few times.

The bullet hit the zombie's head and got stuck in it.

His whole body was stiff, his nails were black and sharp, his face was blue and his fangs were ferocious, his skin was pale; he couldn't speak human words, he could only roar.

When it saw Kakarot, it let out a strange cry, and jumped at Kakarot.

The zombie jumped and attacked, and Kakarot, who was still moving at a fairly high speed, dodged back unhurriedly, then loaded the armor-piercing bullet, and fired another shot at the zombie's head.

This time, the bullet passed directly through the brain, and its power increased a lot, but the zombies were still not afraid.

Kakarot picked up the blue fire Gatling and started chatting directly.

The powerful metal storm punched the zombie's body full of holes, even the copper skin and iron bones of the zombie were interrupted by the metal storm.

The body has become tattered.

At this time, the zombie is still alive, but it is no longer threatening. After all, the body is directly torn by bullets.

There was continuous shooting here, and the sound of heavy fire weapons came out again. The rest of the people couldn't sleep, so they got up, copied the guy, and probed towards the source of the gunshots.

I thought some thieves and gangsters had brain problems and wanted to rob Yizhuang.

When we got to the main hall, we found that a cool blue-fired Gatling had just stopped firing, and white smoke was lingering around.

On the ground, there was a ferocious zombie wearing an official uniform of the Qing Dynasty. At this time, the zombie had become tattered, cut in the middle by a machine gun, and its limbs were also broken on the ground.

The horror of power made everyone speechless.

This gun, this power, is so powerful that even the zombies are beaten into such a virtue. It seems that the zombies can't stop the firearms.

(End of this chapter)