Reincarnation of the Heavens: Starting from Hong Kong Comprehensive

Chapter 124

"People are afraid of three pros and twos, and incense is afraid of two shorts and one long, so it is burned like this, alas!"

Meng Fan stood respectfully beside his uncle, always ready for orders, and had no intention of treating himself as a guest.

On the side, Junior Brother Wencai thought that no one knew, so he secretly grabbed a piece of snack from the altar table and stuffed it into his mouth, pretending to be nonchalant, and said vaguely:

"Master, is there any explanation for this?"

Uncle Jiu had no idea what his apprentice was doing secretly. He was just used to it, so he pretended not to see it and replied seriously: "If this incense appears in your home, someone must be mourning."

What is a reminder?

This is!
The master's teaching of knowledge to his disciples is by no means limited to a quiet place, a specific time, while eating, walking, or even when encountering corresponding situations.

But Wencai and Qiu Sheng couldn't listen.

"Oh, then it's not Master Ren's house?"

"Could it be here."

Uncle Jiu was a little sullen and worked hard, but as expected he was wrongly paid.

But Wencai still didn't notice it, and swallowed the offering as if it didn't matter to him.

Then, he suddenly reacted:

"Tingting!"

Subconsciously want to rush outside.

Qiu Sheng held it down and said half-jokingly:
"Weren't you so indifferent just now?"

"That's true, but if you can save your sweetheart's life, good things will come..."

"Then let's compete fairly."

The two living treasures sang and harmonized.

Uncle Nine has one head and two big ones.

When the results of burning incense come out, there will be a bloody disaster. The uncle is having a headache, and the two junior brothers are quarreling over a woman they just met...

Furthermore, what can the two of them do to save the beauty?Meng Fan felt helpless.

At least Qiu Sheng is good at boxing and kicking, and he dares to fight hard at critical moments.

As for Junior Brother Wencai, he is really...

In the original play, he fulfilled his long-cherished wish and protected Ren Tingting alone until midnight. Feeling sleepy and tired, he simply found a place to sit and dozed off while watching people burn money for his late father.

When the zombies broke through the door and appeared, the junior brother put aside his previous heroic spirit and actually hid behind the woman. It was Ren Tingting, a female classmate, who endured the pain of losing her father and pulled him upstairs to avoid pursuit. kill.

This nature needs to be changed!
Moreover, a big change is needed!

To be honest, if they hadn't come out of Maoshan together, they would have called themselves sincerely:
Brother.

In addition, Uncle Jiu was worthy of respect. How could Meng Fan have the leisure to waste so much time and energy on training the two of them?
If you have this free time, you might as well go fishing, practice Taoism, and go around the antique stalls twice to see if you can find anything missing.

At his side, he was not yet aware of Senior Brother Meng's painstaking literary talent. His eyes swept across the corner of the morgue inadvertently. Through a gap in the corner, he saw something strange about Mr. Ren and immediately shouted:
"Master, the corpse is fat."

Compared with "Maoshan Evil Control Secret Book", this is obviously the early stage of corpse recovery.

Although he already knew how the situation would develop next, Meng Fan still walked over, lifted the coffin board halfway, and looked at Old Master Ren carefully, confirming what he had learned.

After all, I always felt unlucky in the past and had never encountered a traditional Qing Dynasty zombie. Now, when I came to Jiu Shu's Yizhuang, I not only encountered it, but also had the honor to witness the whole process of corpse transformation.

In this way, we have made some progress in treating zombies and accumulated valuable experience.

While feeling emotional, Uncle Jiu responded:
"Wen Cai Qiu Sheng, you two quickly go prepare paper, pen, ink and sword."

"what?"

The two of them were stunned for a moment, not understanding what the master was saying, and looked at their senior brother for help——

Meng Fan almost stuck his head into the coffin and had a close encounter with Mr. Ren.

"Yellow paper, talisman pen, black ink, kitchen knife, peach wood sword!"

This was what Uncle Jiu said.

Meng Fan didn't even look for help.

Even if he saw it, he had no intention of clearing up the doubts of the two junior brothers.

It’s not like they don’t have a master to teach them.With the master in front of him, it was a junior’s turn to speak?
Could it be that just by showing off a few words, you can show off your profound knowledge?
After using the ignorance of the two junior brothers to set off his Meng Fan, let Uncle Jiu praise him again?
That's not how people do it.

On the first day he came to Yizhuang, he already stole the limelight by dealing with the zombie disaster. It would be right to keep a low profile from now on.

……

"Here comes the big cock."

Wen Cai regained his liveliness. He grabbed two chicken wings and lifted a divine rooster into the morgue. He looked at Meng Fan and introduced:

"Senior brother, this chicken is very precious. When I was learning from my master, it was still a little baby no bigger than a palm."

"For two and a half years, I sang and danced in the chicken coop every day without worrying about food and drink. Now it's time to put it to use..."

"What the hell!"

Uncle Jiu scolded: "Bring it over quickly."

"Oh."

Wen Cai responded and stopped playing tricks.

Meng Fan, who originally wanted to help kill the chicken, saw Uncle Jiu raising the knife and easily cutting the rooster's trachea and moving the bowl to catch the blood.

Then, chanting a mantra and casting a spell, soaking the ink fountain with the blessed chicken blood, the whole movement is smooth and flowing.

"You two use this to pop the coffin."

After saying hello, Uncle Jiu left.

At first, he wanted to explain the principles of zombie formation to his two apprentices, but then he thought about it. The talented Qiu Sheng would most likely not be interested, so he might as well go back to his room to rest early.

Meng Fan, who had nothing to do, did not stay to oversee the work, even though he knew that the two juniors would fight and fight, and then, under negligence, left a huge hole at the bottom of the coffin.

The plan begins.

"Master."

In the corridor, Meng Fan called Uncle Jiu to stop.

"Xiaofan, what's wrong?"

"..."

After a long time, Uncle Jiu nodded, but he was a little worried: "Will doing this hurt innocent people?"

"I will be watching the whole process to ensure that there will be no problems." Meng Fan vowed.

Old Master Ren was certainly fierce, but that was when he had absorbed the blood of livestock, the moonlight, and the blood of his closest relatives, and he had just raised his corpse, so he could suppress it with his own hands.

Seeing that my nephew was so determined and carefully weighed the situation, Uncle Jiu said, "If this is the case, I'll be in trouble."

Just after the discussion, there was a sound of fighting in the morgue, and Qiu Sheng and Wen Cai rushed out one after another, chasing each other and leaving Yizhuang.

"Come and see with me."

Uncle Jiu would not be careless when it came to zombies. He left the main hall where he was discussing matters with Meng Fan and returned to the morgue.

on the ground.

Ink fountains and chicken blood bowls were scattered.

The solid wood coffin is evenly distributed with ink fountain lines. No matter the layout or the strength of the bullet, there is no fault at all.

Uncle Jiu nodded secretly, feeling that the two of them had finally done something beautiful.

At this time, Meng Fan lowered his head and looked at the bottom of the coffin...

Sure enough, a lot of blank space.

After noticing his nephew's gaze, Uncle Jiu also lay down, with a sullen face and said in a deep voice:
"These two brats need to be taught a lesson!"

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(End of this chapter)