Infinity through different life

Chapter 125 Evil and Integrity

This is not the first time Xu Jing encountered this kind of situation. He received the information that came into his mind with ease, and after roughly browsing it, he nodded at Dong Xiaoyu, turned around and jumped into the woods.

Dong Xiaoyu breathed a sigh of relief. She really didn't want to fight Xu Jing unless she had to. If she was sure, she would have chased after Xu Jing and plundered the pure yin energy in Xu Jing's body the first time she met him. .

But she didn't dare to take the risk, a Mao Zong who was suspected of failing to cross the tribulation but saved his life, who knows if there will be any terrible cards.

Although she was forced to hand over the inheritance, she had unintentionally obtained it from an ancient tomb buried in the mountain, so it was not impossible to hand it over, and she had memorized all the contents long ago.

In addition, Xu Jing's behavior of only asking for inheritance made her even more sure of her guess.

No matter what, she finally kept her sweetheart, Dong Xiaoyu sighed, and with a thought, she flew lightly to the branches by the roadside, and looked affectionately at Qiusheng who came by bike.

In front of Qiusheng's car was a large stick of incense, which was used to honor the passing ghosts and gods, to avoid being stared at, and for safety.

But at this moment, passing under the tree, he suddenly felt a gust of wind blowing behind him, and couldn't help shivering.

He looked around and looked back, but in his eyes, he couldn't see Dong Xiaoyu.

Dong Xiaoyu unknowingly sat on the back seat of Qiusheng's car, stroking her long hair, her face full of joy, ready to follow Qiusheng home.

Qiu Sheng pedaled his bicycle quickly, and when he was about to enter the town, he passed a stone niche built on the side of the road to enshrine the Lord of the Land.

On both sides of the road in front of the shrine, there is a big tree, the tree is covered with talisman paper, and the short and thick branches are like an arch in the middle of the road.

The incense in front of the car floated by, and a ray of light suddenly appeared on the stone niche, brushing past the bicycle.

Dong Xiaoyu didn't notice at all that her body, which was invisible to ordinary people, instantly appeared.

When Qiusheng lowered her head to avoid the branches of the tall tree, she was knocked off the bicycle with a "bang".

She rubbed her head in pain and looked at Qiu Sheng's retreating figure, pouting with a look of displeasure on her face.

At this time, a loud laugh suddenly sounded in the nearby stone niche, and a ray of light appeared faintly.

Only then did Dong Xiaoyu realize the problem, she turned pale with fright, turned around and disappeared in place.

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Uncle Jiu brought Mrs. Ren back to Yizhuang to avoid accidents.

Before agreeing with Mr. Ren to move the coffin, he inquired in detail about Mr. Ren's birth date and time of death. somewhat vigilant.

When he opened the coffin and found that Mr. Ren had a frown on his face and had not rotted for another 20 years, he already had a bad premonition.

After returning to Yizhuang, after seeing the incense that Wencai brought back and burnt into two short ones, and the situation of Old Master Ren's body beginning to gain weight and his nails getting longer, Uncle Jiu was completely sure of his guess.

Fortunately, when he came all the way back, he thought of a countermeasure, which was to use an ink fountain to cast a net around the coffin to prevent the corpse from further changing.

Everyone thinks that the ink-double was invented by Lu Ban, but Uncle Jiu knows that the ink-dou has been around since the time of Emperor Xuanyuan, but it was called Shengmo at that time.

At that time, Shengmo was invented to suppress evil. Evil avoids integrity, and Shengmo can draw the most upright line. If something is wrong, it can be used to correct it.

Of course, the ink used to deal with the evil ink fountain needs to be specially refined, and the two are indispensable.

After Uncle Jiu refined the ink, he ordered Qiu Sheng and Wen Cai to use the ink fountain to pop out an ink fountain net on the coffin of Old Master Ren.

Qiusheng and Wencai completed the task in a gag. On the surface, they did pop the coffin out of an ink fountain net, but they missed the bottom of the coffin.

The night is getting deeper and deeper.

Most of the joss sticks in the Yizhuang have been burned.

A thick layer of ice formed at the bottom of Mrs. Ren's coffin, and the nails came out one by one, and the coffin slowly rose from the bottom.

A hand with long nails protruded from the gap where the coffin was raised, turning to lift the coffin.

But as soon as the palm touched the ink fountain net, sparks flickered immediately, the palm bounced off like an electric shock, and suddenly retracted into the coffin.

Bang~!

The lifted coffin fell heavily, making a loud noise.

Uncle Nine was not worried about being an old man at first. The moment the voice sounded, his eyes suddenly opened, and he woke up with a start. He quickly got up from the bed, lit the oil lamp on the table, and walked towards the morgue in the backyard.

When he came to Master Ren's coffin, he illuminated it with a lamp and carefully inspected it.

Turning from the left to the right, and checking the ink fountain net on the coffin again, Uncle Jiu said doubtfully, "It's strange, it's obviously fine."

At this moment, another loud noise came from next door to the morgue.

Uncle Jiu's expression changed suddenly, thinking of Wen Cai who was sleeping there, he hurried over immediately.

As a result, when he entered the room, he saw the kicked down shelf at Wen Cai's feet, but Wen Cai didn't notice it, and was fast asleep.

Uncle Jiu breathed a sigh of relief, shook his head and said with emotion: "It turns out it's you, a brat who sleeps like a pig. People like you are really suitable for guarding Yizhuang."

He helped Wencai turn over on his back, and holding the oil lamp, he returned to the room in the front yard.

Just about to fall asleep, unexpectedly there was a knock on the door of Yizhuang.

Uncle Jiu turned his gaze back and forth, his brows furrowed tightly.

Yizhuang was built outside the town, and it wasn't very close. Those who came to the door so late were either acquaintances like Four Eyes, or difficult ghosts.

Judging from the fact that there were only knocks on the door and no sound from the outside, it was most likely not a living person.

It's not that he hasn't encountered such a situation of knocking on the door in the middle of the night in these years. It's not impossible to not open it, but he will definitely be disturbed and have no peace all night.

Uncle Jiu was bold, walked to the wall in a few steps, picked up a wooden basin filled with water on the ground, and then grabbed a bunch of willow leaves and branches and a stack of talisman papers hanging on the wall.

He sprinkled the willow leaves into the basin, ignited the talisman paper and threw it in, stirring it quickly with his sword fingers.

After finishing these, he quickly came to the front hall with the wooden basin, reached out his hand, picked up the enshrined Taiji gossip robe and put it on his body, and took the mahogany sword, copper coin sword, gossip mirror, cinnabar, talisman paper, etc. Then he took the wooden basin and walked towards the gate of Yizhuang without any haste.

Bang bang bang ~!

The knock on the door didn't stop at all.

Uncle Jiu walked half a meter in front of the door and stopped, then lifted his right foot and hooked the door latch.

Taking a deep breath, he flicked his foot, removed the latch, and hooked the door when he retracted his foot.

Squeak~!

The door opened immediately.

Uncle Jiu seized the opportunity, and splashed out the pot of willow leaf talisman water in his hand.

(End of this chapter)