No taboos in the world

Chapter 287 Hong Chen's Taboo

Yizhuang.

"People hate three long and two short, and incense hates two short and one long, but it just burned like this."

Uncle Jiu held three sticks of incense in his hand and shook his head solemnly: "If this kind of incense is found in a family, someone must have died!"

Wencai: "Is it Master Ren's house?"

Uncle Jiu frowned: "Could it be the charity cemetery?"

Qiu Sheng came up and asked: "Will Master Ren's daughter be affected?"

When Wencai heard this, he immediately became anxious.

Hong Chen sat on a small stool and couldn't help laughing at their expressions.

These two people have already started down the path of no return as bootlickers.

Wencai: "Master, we can't just stand by and watch someone die!"

Qiu Sheng: "Yes, Master, we have to help Tingting... and Master Ren."

Uncle Jiu looked at him coldly: "I have already thought of a solution, otherwise why would we carry the coffin back?"

"What's wrong with this coffin?"

"There's nothing wrong with the coffin, the big problem is the corpse!" Uncle Jiu frowned, folded his arms and stared at the coffin.

In fact, according to his idea, it would be best to burn Ren Weiyong, because the possibility of him turning into a zombie is 100%.

Moreover, unlike ordinary zombies, Ren Weiyong's body remained intact underground for twenty years. The upright position of the legal burial and the cement on his head made the corpse linger with resentment and his soul restless. Twenty years of accumulation finally erupted in one day, and I'm afraid that after he transforms into a corpse, he will not be an easy person to deal with.

"Burn it." Hong Chen suddenly spoke while sitting on the small bench.

The three of them immediately turned to look at him, their expressions somewhat surprised.

Qiu Sheng said quickly, "Brother, don't forget that Master Ren has warned us not to burn it. He said his father is most afraid of fire and he would never agree to it."

Wencai also said: "Yes, Junior Brother, if it can be burned, we don't have to carry the coffin back to the funeral home today."

Uncle Jiu didn't say anything. He was waiting for Hong Chen's further explanation.

Hong Chen stood up and walked to the coffin. He patted it gently and heard a dull sound. He smiled and said, "This coffin is quite sturdy. Open it and take a look?"

Qiu Sheng and Wen Cai were stunned and looked at Uncle Jiu. Seeing Uncle Jiu nod, the two of them pushed the coffin lid open from the left and right.

"Hiss! Master! The corpse has changed!" the two said in unison.

Uncle Jiu walked quickly forward, took a look inside, and his two eyebrows suddenly became one.

I saw that Ren Weiyong's skin was a little darker than when I saw him during the day, but the biggest change was his nails.

Black, pointy and long.

Not to mention Uncle Jiu and the others, even ordinary people would know that this thing was going to turn into a zombie.

Hong Chen: "Burn it now, scatter the ashes inside, add some weights, and nail the coffin shut. I don't think anyone will want to see it when it's buried, including his filial son."

When Qiu Sheng and Wen Cai heard this, their eyes suddenly brightened: "That's right, Master! Who would want to see a dead person? When the time comes, just say that the museum cannot be opened to prevent the corpse from turning into a corpse. Isn't Master Ren a filial son? He won't disturb his father's peace again and again, right?"

The corner of Uncle Jiu's eye twitched, as if he was considering the possibility of doing so.

Seeing this, the two brothers persuaded him even more vigorously.

Only Hong Chen sighed in his heart, knowing that this approach was impossible.

Sure enough, after a while, Uncle Jiu couldn't help it, raised his hands and hit Qiu Sheng and Wencai hard on the head, causing the two to cry out in pain.

"Do you know what you are talking about? You can lie to prevent problems today, but tomorrow you might tell lies for money! As a Taoist disciple, you should abide by the Maoshan precepts. As a human being, you should also know the principle of not doing good deeds even if they are small, and not doing bad deeds even if they are small!

As a teacher, I know that you are considering the safety of the Ren family, but you must also remember that some loopholes cannot be opened, especially not for yourself!

Because you have no idea if you can control your unbridled desires after you succeed in lying once!"

After hearing these words of admonition, Qiu Sheng and Wen Cai immediately looked ashamed and bowed their heads and said, "Master, I know I was wrong."

But Hong Chen knew that what Uncle Jiu said was actually meant for him.

After all, he couldn't escape the glances from Uncle Jiu that kept glancing at him.

"Remember the Master's teachings."

Hong Chen leaned forward and bowed.

Although he did not agree with Uncle Jiu's way of handling the matter, he knew that what Uncle Jiu said was actually correct.

Uncle Jiu nodded with relief: "It's good that you understand. Children should not lie. They should develop good habits from a young age, otherwise it will be difficult to change in the future."

"Yes, Master."

"Well, but a mistake is a mistake, and there is no way to avoid punishment."

Upon hearing this, Qiu Sheng and Wen Cai's eyes widened in shock.

Since Hong Chen joined the sect, they have never seen Hong Chen being punished. Even if he did something wrong or said something wrong, Uncle Jiu would usually just give him a lecture and at the same time reach out to touch Hong Chen's head to comfort him.

They looked at the night scene outside the window, wondering if the moon had risen from the west today?

Uncle Jiu hesitated for a moment and looked at Hong Chen seriously: "I will punish you to prepare paper, pen, ink, knife and sword!"

The two brothers were stunned, looked at each other, and saw the confusion in each other's eyes, and asked hurriedly: "What?"

Uncle Jiu's face twitched and he was furious.

Hong Chen turned around and opened the drawer, taking things out while saying, "Yellow paper, red pen, black ink, real knife, wooden sword."

"Oh~" Qiu Sheng and Wencai suddenly realized.

But then they frowned again: What kind of punishment is this? The master really hasn't changed at all, and only favors the little junior brother!
moment.

The altar is set up and the table is filled with utensils.

The five things Uncle Jiu mentioned actually have some particularities.

The yellow paper should be of the best quality and must be offered in front of the ancestral tablet for 49 days.

Red pens must be soaked in cinnabar for coloring. Black ink must be mixed with medicinal herbs to ward off evil spirits, and the price is not cheap.

A chicken-killing knife can only be used to kill chickens, and the chickens must be roosters. It cannot be used to cut vegetables or chop meat.

The wooden sword also needs to be blessed.

Looking at Uncle Jiu's orderly and smooth movements after he started performing the ritual, Hong Chen still found it pleasing to the eye.

After a busy period, the black ink mixed with rooster blood was poured into the ink fountain.

The ink line produced by the ink fountain is straight and white, and in terms of yin and yang, it is pure yang, which can restrain evil spirits.

"It's on the coffin." After handing the inkstone to Qiu Sheng and Wen Cai, Uncle Jiu said to Hong Chen with his hands behind his back, "Follow me."

Hong Chen nodded and followed. Before leaving, he glanced at the bottom of the coffin, his mouth twitched, but he still didn't say anything.

Since it can't be burned, it's better to release it directly and use it as an experimental material.

Following Uncle Jiu to his room, Uncle Jiu picked up the ceramic basin on the bedside and stared at the small tree with only one leaf.

After a long pause, he nodded gently: "It has been more than three years, and this tree is growing well."

"Master, how long will it take?"

"Well, wait another two years."

"So long?"

Uncle Jiu rolled his eyes at him and said, "What do you think this is, little brat?"

He put down the pottery basin, squatted down, undressed Hong Chen, and opened his collar.

The hole in the heart is still terrifying, especially when you can see the lungs and other internal organs next to it through the hole.

There was no fear in Uncle Jiu's eyes, only heartache.

"How are you feeling lately?"

Hong Chen nodded: "Very well, no discomfort."

Uncle Jiu nodded, helped him put on his clothes, held his arms, and said seriously: "It's best not to let anyone hold your hand in the future, especially touch your wrist."

The reason is simple: a person without a heart will not have a pulse.

Therefore, Hong Chen has now lost the qualifications to see Chinese medicine.

If no one can feel the person's pulse, he or she will either be scared to death or be mistaken for a monster.

"I know, so I beat up that four-eyes guy today."

Uncle Jiu curled his lips: "But you let Ren Tingting hold your hand, and more than once."

Hong Chen smiled and said, “Master, she doesn’t have the ability to feel a pulse.”

"The one with four eyes has it?"

Hong Chen said seriously: "Prevent it from happening!"

Uncle Jiu pinched his face and said with a smile: "You are still young, and now you like beautiful girls?"

“The pursuit of beautiful things is human nature.”

"Okay, okay, Master can't convince you, but you must be careful. Apart from your wrists, do you remember any other taboos?"

Hong Chen nodded seriously: "Remember, you can't get hurt, especially no bleeding wounds outside! If you get any, cover them with your mouth immediately!"

"Well, be good~"

Uncle Jiu stood up and rubbed his head: "Tomorrow I will go to choose a new cave for Old Master Ren, do you want to go?"

"let's talk tomorrow."

It is not certain whether Old Master Ren can survive this night.

"Okay, then you go to bed early."

"Okay, Master, go to bed early too. Good night!"

"OK, good night."

Sitting on the bed, Hong Chen took out his diary again.

The more carefully Hong Chen read his master's diary, the more he felt that there seemed to be something hidden between the lines that had never been discovered.

It does not refer to any interlayer or hidden text.

Rather, beneath these popular and straightforward written expressions, there seems to be a treasure waiting to be discovered.

Hong Chen now trusts his intuition very much.

What you hear or see may actually mislead or deceive you.

However, luck will never be fake.

He really wanted to know what treasure was hidden in the diary.

Just as I was absorbed in my thoughts, I heard a commotion coming from outside.

Hong Chen pushed open the window and saw Qiu Sheng hitting Uncle Jiu on the head with a broom, breaking the broom handle.

The corner of his mouth twitched. He had actually forgotten that Uncle Jiu would face such a disaster.

Qiu Sheng quickly stuffed the broom handle into Wencai's hand, turned around and ran out of the yard.

Hong Chen's eyes moved slightly, he stuffed the diary into his arms, stood up, bolted the door, climbed out from the back window, and jumped onto the courtyard wall with one leap.

Watching Qiu Sheng pedaling away on his bicycle, he turned his head to look at the room where the coffin was placed. His eyes penetrated the doors, windows and the coffin, and he watched Ren Weiyong's stiff arm trying to reach out through the gap at the bottom of the coffin again and again, and he grinned.

Then, he flew up from the top of the wall with a tap of his feet, stepping on the air as if it were flat ground, and following Qiu Sheng lightly and silently.

　The updates were unstable some time ago, one reason was that I went back to visit the grave at the beginning of the month. It was the first year of my grandfather's death, and the Qingming Festival was held in a grand manner according to the custom. However, I didn't expect that my fifth grandmother also died of illness on that day, so I was busy until the day before yesterday to send the old lady to be cremated. I am really sorry for the unstable updates during this period!

　　Speaking of which, my grandfather's generation had seven brothers and sisters, five boys and two girls, most of whom are over 80 years old. Together with their respective spouses, to be honest, they will probably be very busy in the coming years.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)