As the downfall of the Republic of China, there was a Taoist priest named Uncle Jiu

The craftsman who told the story shook his head: "Who knows? It is said that his daughter cried to him that she could not be buried, could not enter the gate of hell, could not be reincarnated, and became a wandering ghost. It was very painful, so she asked her father to save her."

"As soon as Master Mao woke up the next day, he asked someone to invite a Taoist master, and finally he invited Uncle Jiu in Renjia Town. It is said that Uncle Jiu is the most famous Taoist priest in Maoshan with a radius of hundreds of miles. As long as he encounters monsters and ghosts, he can't deal with them." of."

Gu Zhou's heart moved, and he stepped forward and asked, "Is it really Uncle Jiu from Renjia Town?"

The craftsman who told the story was taken aback, and said cautiously: "That's what my daughter said, but I don't know who it is. Young Master Gu, let's just chat casually, and go to work after eating..."

Working here is well paid, ten days is worth two months elsewhere, he doesn't want to be fired.

"Okay, it's okay."

Gu Zhou waved his hands and left quickly, took the newly made Miao Dao and led Daniel straight to Chongshan Town.

He has always liked the Miao Dao, which has a slender blade and has the characteristics of both a sword and a gun. He practiced the Miao Dao in a martial arts club for a while in college.

The Miao Dao can be used interchangeably with one or both hands, which is convenient for exerting the overall strength of the lower back.

When using it against the enemy, it is tossing and turning repeatedly, swiftly and sharply, the body smashes the knife, and the knife turns with the person, like a broken bamboo, with great killing power.

Gu Zhou's seedling knife is a five-foot-long long-sized seedling knife, which cost 9 yuan.

Outsiders would never have guessed that the predecessor of his Miao Dao was a bearing ball, and the bearing ball is made of high-carbon chromium alloy bearing steel, which can be used as the material of the bearing ball, both in terms of hardness and wear resistance.

First, the bearing balls are melted. The melting process is very difficult. It is necessary to put the bearing balls in a cement cylinder and burn them in the stove for a day. After one day, take them out and break the cement cylinder.

Get a whole piece of steel material, and then quickly weld the handle on the steel to facilitate subsequent operations.

After the handle is welded, put it into the furnace and burn it until it is red. After it is red, it is continuously forged. First, it is manually hammered until the surface is non-slip, and then it is put into the forging machine for forging. Because the material is very hard, the forging process is very difficult. It is mainly machine-based, supplemented by manual forging.

until you are satisfied with it.

After forging and shaping, polish the two sides smoothly, then draw the standard seedling knife model, then erase the excess corners, and grind out the initial shape of the knife. After grinding, it is the quenching and printing process.

First, apply special clay to the part of the knife that does not need a lot of quenching, then put the knife body into the fire and burn it repeatedly until it turns red, and then quench it in quenching oil. After quenching, the hardness, strength and toughness of the knife can be greatly improved.

After quenching, wipe off the impurities on the surface, continue to bake to release the steel to the required hardness, and then sharpen the knife with a sander, and apply a layer of lubricating oil on the knife body after cutting the knife.

Then manually sharpen the blade. The whole process is manually operated. Whether the blade is sharp or not depends on the craftsmanship of the master. After grinding, wipe the surface dirt, and then pickle. A seedling knife is ready.

Gu Zhou doesn't know what a knife that cuts iron like mud looks like, but his Miao knife is absolutely real for cutting bones like mud, breaking the blade at the first blow. In this era, it far surpasses any magic weapon. In ancient times, it is absolutely Worth ten thousand gold.

But in modern times, they are just industrial products, and you can have as many as you want.

Using this knife to chop off the zombie's head is about the same as cutting tofu with a kitchen knife.

Watching the whole process of making the knife, Gu Zhou felt that the 9 yuan was worth it.

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Chongshan Town is about [-] miles away from Qingshan Town. Unlike Qingshan Town, which is poor and closed, Chongshan Town is much richer. Master Mao is the number one landlord in Chongshan Town.

Because he has admired Jiushu's name for a long time, even if there is no such thing, Gu Zhou still plans to find time to visit him in Renjia Town.

Renjia Town is [-] miles away, compared to Chongshan Town, which is only [-] miles away, and it is considered as the doorstep. Of course, Gu Zhou can't miss this opportunity.

The story of Master Mao was widely circulated in Chongshan Town, and when he went to Chongshan Town to inquire, he knew where Uncle Nine was.

Three miles outside Chongshan Town, there is a cemetery. There are no people there on weekdays, but today it is very lively, with hundreds of spectators gathered.

Everyone in Chongshan Town wanted to see how Master Mao's daughter could be buried.

Chapter 22

Hundreds of people buzzed and chatted non-stop, making the graveyard extremely noisy.

"Hey, do you know what the first sentence that Maoshan Taoist said when he saw Master Mao?"

"What is it?"

"It is said that Mr. Mao has been under the same roof with the dirty things, and the yin energy has overshadowed the yang energy. If this continues, his life will not be long. After hearing this, Mr. Mao immediately knelt down and shouted for help."

"After the Taoist knew the cause and effect, he said that there was a high probability that it was because your daughter had not been buried for a long time and became a lonely ghost. Soul, so her daughter can only ask for help in her dreams every night."

"As the saying goes, Yang people don't follow the yin path, and yin people don't follow the yang path. Yin and Yang are inherently separated, and the soul is full of yin energy. If you stay with the soul for a long time, anyone will gradually be invaded by the yin energy, and the yang energy will be depleted. What followed was that the body deteriorated, the spirit was in a trance, and the disease came to the door."

"The Taoist said that after three days, if the soul continues to ask for help, Master Mao will be seriously ill and die."

"After the Taoist priest learned about the situation, he immediately thought of a way to bury Master Mao's daughter."

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Gu Zhou was amazed when he heard other people's discussion, how could this group of people be so familiar with the family affairs of Mr. Mao?It's like watching the whole process from the sidelines, and what he said is very logical.

Could this be the passerby A and passerby B who know everything in the legend?

The big bull is tall and big, with a flick of his hands, the crowd can't help but get out of the way, someone can't help being pulled away, and was about to be angry and scolded, but saw a head taller than himself, with arms thicker than his thighs. Niu, all the greetings to the family were swallowed back.

In the center of the crowd is a shed, under which there is a coffin.

There are several people next to the coffin, one is a pale man about 50 years old, supported by two servants, his eyes are fixed on the other one who is wearing a Taoist robe, wearing a Taoist crown, holding a yin and yang compass and frowning tightly. A Taoist priest in his 40s.

"This should be Uncle Jiu."

Gu Zhou sized him up. He was neither tall nor short, neither fat nor thin. He had a square face with a righteous face. It was the kind of face that would make him feel at ease when he saw him.

"Uncle Jiu, what's the matter, can my daughter be buried? By the way, do you want to drive away the onlookers? Will so many people disturb my daughter?"

Master Mao had only said a few words before he was out of breath and looked like he was on the verge of falling.

Uncle Jiu raised his head, glanced at the crowd of onlookers, and explained: "You don't know, as long as you are a living person, the yang energy must be stronger than the yin qi. With so many people, they can suppress the yin energy on the grave to a certain extent. Help your daughter's burial."

Master Mao suddenly understood: "The more people the better, do you want me to call more people?"

Uncle Jiu couldn't laugh or cry: "No need, hundreds of people are enough, any more people will only add to the chaos."

Master Mao stopped talking, and after a while, Uncle Jiu suddenly turned serious: "It's noon! It's the time when the yang energy is at its strongest and the yin energy is at its weakest. Raise the coffin and bury it!"

"People from the Mao family! Anyone whose age is 22! 24! 34! 36! Those who belong to tiger and dragon will stand up and carry the coffin!"

As Uncle Jiu finished speaking, twelve strong and strong men from the Mao family stood up, all of whom were big and mighty.

“还有，所有围观的人中，二十！25！32！37！44！49！56！61！属鼠，属蛇者一律回避！”

"The zodiac sign is rat, and the snake owner is evil. The burial is a dark matter. The coffin owner refuses to be buried. The zodiac sign is snake. The rat's gaze will definitely collide with her! So, please avoid it."

Master Mao took a few steps forward, cupped his hands and said, "Everyone, my daughter can't be buried, so I invited Uncle Jiu, a well-known Taoist, to help my daughter with the burial. I also ask all the villagers to be considerate of my old father." A lot of painstaking efforts, a little meaning, is not a respect."

After finishing speaking, a servant of the Mao family came out and said loudly: "All those who belong to the rat and snake will receive a piece of ocean. After receiving it, please turn around and avoid it!"

When everything was ready, Uncle Jiu grabbed a rooster from a coop beside him. This rooster was huge, with a blood-red comb and colorful feathers. It glowed all over in the sun, and its beak and claws were extremely sharp.

Throwing the rooster into the grave, the rooster flapped its wings and paced in the grave, the next moment it pecked out a one-foot-long poisonous snake from a corner, and swallowed it with its head up.

"When the rooster sings, the world is white. The rooster is the incarnation of the southern Suzaku in the mortal world. It restrains the poisonous poison."

"And this rooster belongs to the rare Fengming Nuqing rooster. It is the bane of the five poisons. It is jealous and fearless. It crows first when it announces the dawn. Wherever it goes, the five poisons must escape."

Whoa whoa!

The Nuqing chicken kept pecking, and within a short time, more than a dozen centipedes, poisonous insects, and poisonous snakes were eaten by it.

Seemingly excited to eat, the Nuqing Chicken raised its head and let out a long cry, with a high-pitched and clear voice.

Whoa whoa!

Dozens of centipedes and poisonous snakes swam out of the grave, which was horrifying to see.

Uncle Jiu continued: "The name of the rooster is "Nuqing". For poultry, its eyelids are born under the eyes, and the eyelids above are "phoenix", although it also has a chicken name, it must not be regarded as a common chicken."

For a few seconds, the two sides seemed to be confronting each other. The half-meter-high Angry Chicken looked down at the group of poisonous snakes and centipedes, feeling condescending, as if to say: I am Angry Chicken here, you monsters, you are not happy run away!Do you want me to eat you?

A few seconds later, all the poisonous snakes and centipedes swam out of the pothole and disappeared.

Seeing this situation, the onlookers were all stunned. They couldn't imagine that there were so many evil things in an ordinary grave, and they all praised the priest for his real skills.

Whoa whoa!

Seeing that he had won, the angry chicken croaked, flapped its wings and flew up, pacing to Uncle Jiu.

"Good job."

Uncle Jiu patted its head, opened the coop, and the Nuqing chicken walked in by itself, squatted down, and fell asleep.

"Okay, all the evil things in the grave have been expelled by the Nuqing chicken, and now we can raise the coffin for burial."

The Mao family belonged to the dragon, and those who belonged to the tiger came to the coffin, shouted in unison, stretched their limbs, exerted the strength of feeding, blushed, but the coffin was only a fraction off the ground.

Chapter 23 Fragrant is the most taboo of two shorts and one long!

It stands to reason that the coffin plus people, no matter how heavy it is, cannot weigh more than a thousand catties. Six big men must be able to lift it.

Seeing this situation surprised Gu Zhou, Daniel said disdainfully: "These people haven't had enough to eat, I can lift this kind of coffin by myself."

"Strange, how can the coffin be so heavy?"

"Is there really a person inside? I suspect that there is iron and stone inside."

The crowd of onlookers was discussing.

Master Mao tremblingly asked, "Uncle Nine, is it because my daughter can't leave, or is my daughter refusing to leave?"

"You didn't lie to me about your daughter?"

Uncle Jiu stared at him.

Master Mao sighed: "I know that my daughter has grievances. After all, she has only been married for a year, and her husband's family died. She also fell seriously ill. I passed away shortly after I got back. In this situation, who can tell me?" Don't you complain? It's normal to have resentment, I understand."

"But I don't know who the murderer of her husband's family is. I can't even avenge her. Naturally, I can't resolve her resentment."

Uncle Jiu didn't answer, he lit six sticks of incense, three for himself, and three for Mr. Mao. The two held the sticks of incense on both sides of the coffin and bowed three times, and then inserted the sticks of incense into the crevice of the coffin.

Then the six sticks of incense burned up at a speed ten times faster than normal.

Uncle Jiu's face darkened: "It seems that your daughter's resentment has not diminished."

"Then what should we do, Uncle Jiu, think of a way."

Master Mao said anxiously.

Uncle Jiu pondered for a while, then suddenly took out a talisman, pinched the talisman paper with his index finger and middle finger, and flicked it, instantly sticking it on the coffin lid.

Then he pointed at Ling Kongxu's painting, and a thin blue light appeared on his finger, turning up and down, in one go, it was drawn into a rune in a blink of an eye, and the pen was startled.

The rune was suspended in the air like this, swaying blue light, overflowing with aura, and it made people feel at ease when they saw it, and the fear and panic were swept away.

Uncle Jiu did the same, drew another one, flicked his fingers, and the two runes fell on both sides of the coffin, deeply engraved on the coffin.

This miraculous way of drawing talismans stunned everyone who saw it. At that moment, several people knelt down and shouted for the protection of the gods.

"As expected of Uncle Jiu."

Gu Zhou was amazed.

After the runes were completed, Uncle Jiu said calmly, "Four more people will carry the coffin."

Then four big men walked out, and ten people carried a coffin, which was already very crowded.

Squat down and exert strength.

"Hi!"

Ten people finally lifted the coffin, and the coffin trembled two feet off the ground.

The ten people were still struggling to lift, everyone's face was flushed, and their teeth were almost gnawed. Fortunately, the coffin was slowly approaching the grave.

Master Mao couldn't help showing joy on his face.

After delaying for so many days and tormenting him for so long, it seemed that he should be happy.

Seeing the ten people moving as slowly as tortoises, Gu Zhou was quite surprised. Even if the coffin was filled with stones, it would not be so difficult for ten people to lift it. A mere one person could overwhelm ten people. But when you are angry, it is impossible for a person made of steel.

Only five meters away from the grave, suddenly, a person sprained his foot and fell to his knees with a cry of pain, gasping for air while clutching his ankle pain, large beads of sweat remained on his forehead.

"Quick, quick! You two, go and help!"

Uncle Jiu hurriedly reminded that there were two remaining members of the Mao clan, and the two woke up, ran up quickly, and replaced the person with the sprained ankle.

Seeing that the coffin was moving towards the grave without any risk, Master Mao reached out to wipe the sweat from his forehead.

Didn't take a few steps.

An accident happened.

The talisman paper on the coffin lid exploded abruptly.