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

boom!

The thick rope also broke, and the coffin fell to the ground heavily.

"The resentment is so deep?"

Uncle Jiu was taken aback, and turned his head to look at the three sticks of incense sticking in the shed, two short and one long!

People are most afraid of three long and two short!

Incense is the most avoid two short and one long!

And these three incense sticks are exactly two short and one long.

Oh oh oh oh!

The sleeping Nuqing chicken got up abruptly, fluttered its wings frantically, and pointed its neck towards the direction of the coffin, making a long cry, the sound of which was deafening.

Lifting the coffin and putting it down, he looked at Uncle Jiu in bewilderment.

"No! The resentment is too heavy. If you continue to lift it, it will be as simple as spraining your ankle or breaking the rope, and you may die. Your daughter is very resentful at noon, and when hundreds of people are so full of yang, they will die." Can't hold back."

Uncle Jiu's face was serious.

"Uncle Jiu! Help me! Help my daughter!"

Master Mao knelt down suddenly: "I don't want my daughter to become a lonely ghost, and I don't want her to ask me for help every day in her dreams."

His body was already very weak, and under excitement, he coughed and kowtowed at the same time.

"stand up!"

"Uncle Jiu, if you don't help me, I won't get up!"

"Since you invited me here! I will find a way! If you don't get up again, I won't care!"

Only then did the servant help Master Mao to get up slowly.

"There are three ways."

Uncle Jiu raised his eyebrows with three fingers and said:

"First, I used the method of subduing demons to forcibly disperse your daughter's grievances, but your daughter is not a demon, and I don't want to deal with him as I deal with demons. I don't want to use such a method unless it is absolutely necessary."

Master Mao nodded: "Thank you, Uncle Jiu, for thinking about my daughter. My daughter is suffering so much. I don't want her to die, and I will use the method of suppressing demons and ghosts to force her into the ground."

"Second, find a new Fengshui treasure land, but Fengshui treasure land can be encountered but not sought after, and I can't guarantee how long it will take to find it, maybe two or three days, maybe ten days and a half months, during this time I can save you from continuing to be infested by Gintama. "

Master Mao showed a look of embarrassment, looking at the coffin, his face was full of sorrow: "Uncle Nine, my daughter has been delayed for so long, is there a faster way to go to the ground to be safe?"

Uncle Jiu nodded, and said the third method: "Find someone with a strong enough fate to carry the coffin."

"What is fate?" Master Mao was stunned.

Uncle Jiu patiently explained: "Your daughter has too much resentment, it's not good to have a mouthful of qi stuck in her throat, surrounded by resentment, if the corpse rises, it will be stiff."

"If it turns into resentment, it's hard to calm down and turn into a ghost, at least it's a ghost."

"That's why you need a person with a hard enough fate to keep your daughter in check. It's a pity that if you want to keep your daughter's fate down, you may not be able to find one person out of 10 people. No one in your Mao family has such a hard life." point."

"It depends on your luck. Look in Chongshan Town now to see if you can find someone who is lucky enough to carry your daughter's coffin. If you can't find it, I advise you to find another place with a good geomantic omen for burial."

Chapter 24 Fate is unbelievably hard!

(ps: I saw some readers saying that my update is too slow, alas, I also want to update faster, when the reality does not allow it, I am a part-time job, I can only code words after work, and my hand is disabled, it is already very difficult to use the time code after get off work Reluctantly, please forgive me)

"What's going on? Why didn't you lift the coffin?"

"Is Master Mao's daughter so fierce? Uncle Ninth can't beat him?"

"You know what, I've heard a saying that people are most afraid of three longs and two shorts! The most taboo of incense is two shorts and one long! You see that the incense in the shed is two shorts and one long. This is a big taboo."

"So Master Mao's daughter can't be buried anymore? Tonight his daughter has to come to him again. Judging by Master Mao's situation, she is not far from death."

Gu Zhou looked at Master Mao, and for some reason, he always felt that there was something wrong with this person. After the coffin fell to the ground, he talked with Uncle Jiu, and for a moment he showed an uncontrollable joy.

Uncle Jiu glanced at the crowd casually, and when his eyes passed by Gu Zhou, he let out a light snort, fixed his eyes on Gu Zhou, walked towards him quickly, and muttered to himself: "There is such a thing as fate in this world!" Hard man? Incredible! Unbelievable! Unbelievable!"

Seeing Uncle Jiu staring at him strangely, Gu Zhou's scalp felt a little numb.

"Little brother, where did you come from?"

"Come from Qingshan Town." Gu Zhou answered honestly.

Uncle Jiu nodded slightly: "So it's Qingshan Town."

Although it has been 20 years, he still has a deep memory in Qingshan Town. How can he not have a deep memory of such a large corpse?

He has never seen a town that treats zombies like pigs, and he has never seen it in his life, and he can't remember it deeply.

I don't know if the people in Qingshan Town are lucky or unlucky.

Unfortunately, they live in a large corpse farm.

Fortunately, this place for raising corpses does not have enough yin energy. Generally, white stiffness and black stiffness are bred. Although they all have corpse poison, they are powerful and difficult to hurt with swords and guns, but they move slowly. They are extremely afraid of sunlight and fire. Be careful. A little bit, ordinary people can also deal with it.

With hundreds of years of experience, the people of Qingshan Town are very proficient in dealing with zombies. Uncle Jiu was shocked when he saw that situation for the first time.

Such a town is probably the only one in the world.

"Uncle Nine, little brother can't bear it, my name is Gu Zhou, and I'm a registered disciple of Daoist Shi Jian."

Gu Zhou's one sentence narrowed the relationship between himself and Uncle Jiu.

Uncle Jiu was a little surprised, and his attitude became much gentler: "It turns out that you are a disciple of the senior brother. Since you are a nephew, the family does not speak two different languages, and the uncle does not go around. The owner of the coffin is too fierce, and she needs a coffin bearer with a strong fate to calm her down before she can be buried, can you help me with this?"

Master Mao was supported by his servants and walked over. He coughed a few times, cupped his hands and said, "Little brother, as long as you can help my daughter carry the coffin, I am willing to pay 1000 yuan."

Seeing the uncontrollable joy in the depths of Master Mao's eyes, Gu Zhou said with a half-smile, "Master Mao is so generous."

"I'm willing to do anything for my daughter to be buried in peace."

Master Mao sighed softly, looking like he loved his daughter deeply.

"There's no need for Dayang. Uncle Master asks, can you help me with this favor?"

1000 yuan is just a big ocean, he really doesn't pay attention to it, what he wants is Uncle Jiu's favor.

Favors are the hardest to repay.

"Thank you little brother."

Master Mao was tall and bowed his hands, and he was full of etiquette.

Uncle Jiu led Gu Zhou to the coffin, and said as he walked, "Don't worry, your fate is too hard, and I'm beside you, so you won't encounter any danger when you lift the coffin this time. If there is any danger, just stop carrying the coffin."

"On the other hand, with the resentment of the coffin owner, if he can be buried in the ground, it can be regarded as eliminating a hidden danger in this world, and the merit is not small."

Coming to the side of the coffin, Gu Zhou could clearly see the details on the coffin, which were covered with dense black lines.

"Uncle, is this the ink fountain bullet?"

Uncle Jiu nodded lightly: "Since we know that the coffin owner is full of resentment, we naturally have to prepare. It took us all night to flick the thread in the ink fountain. Don't worry about carrying the coffin, your uncle and I are fully prepared."

There were 11 people carrying the coffin this time, eight people were on both sides, two people were at one end of the coffin, and Gu Zhou was the leader of the coffin.

Read the Human Sutra once.

burn incense.

After going through the process, Uncle Jiu shouted, "Lift the coffin!"

The 11 people lowered their waists and exerted their strength, and the coffin rose up in response.

Unexpectedly, this time it was beyond everyone's surprise.

The coffin was unexpectedly light, and all the coffin bearers exerted their utmost strength. They thought the coffin would be terribly heavy this time, but they didn't expect the coffin to be more than ten times lighter, and all their strength was exhausted.

It was as if a person had punched hard and missed.

At that moment, more than half of the people flinched, staggered and tripped other people, and five or six people fell directly, and there was chaos immediately, and the coffin was about to tip over to the bottom.

The coffin landed just fine.

It would be a big joke if the coffin tipped over.

The onlookers exclaimed.

Uncle Jiu was about to make a move to stabilize the coffin, when Gu Zhou suddenly turned around and took a stride, holding the head of the coffin. Qianjin's coffin was actually stabilized by him.

"Good boy, your fate is indeed strong enough, the town's coffin owner has lost all his moths."

Seeing that the crisis was turned into safety, Uncle Jiu couldn't help touching Gu Zhou's strong arm muscles.

"Uncle Jiu, it's a little itchy. If you touch it again, I won't be able to hold the coffin anymore." Gu Zhou couldn't help but said.

"Stinky boy!"

Uncle Jiu cursed with a smile.

The coffin bearer who flinched stepped back, and the other coffin bearers who were tripped got up and continued to carry the coffin.

This time, there was no accident at last, and the coffin went into the grave safely.

Seeing the soil cover the coffin and slowly seal the pit, everyone also breathed a sigh of relief.

Finally, the burial was successful.

"Thank you Uncle Jiu! Thank you, little brother! I have prepared good wine and food, please treat me with respect."

Master Mao thanked you again and again.

The two of them did not refuse, and followed Master Mao to Mao's house.

"Senior brother Shi Jian never accepts apprentices, it is your blessing that you can worship under senior brother Shi Jian."

The uncles and nephews were chatting, and Uncle Jiu mentioned that Gu Zhou was able to learn from Shi Jian, with a hint of doubt in his tone.

"Uncle, why doesn't Master accept disciples?"

Uncle Jiu said in a deep voice: "He is a senior brother of my Maoshan generation. He has a high spirit. He will do his best. If he wants to accept his disciples, he will naturally accept the best. So over the years, I have recruited many disciples. He confiscated one of them. With your qualifications, he wouldn't..."

Having said that, he stopped abruptly, apologetically: "I'm not targeting you..."

Gu Zhou said indifferently: "It's okay, I know that my qualifications are poor, but Master told me that qualifications cannot determine everything."

Uncle Jiu nodded, feeling lost: "Your master is right... Maybe I know why he changed his mind and accepted you as a disciple. In this era when spiritual energy is exhausted, aptitude is not so important anymore.".

Chapter 25

"Apocalypse Era?"

Gu Zhou blurted out.

Uncle Jiu looked at him silently from the side: "The end of the Dharma era... The end of the Dharma era, you described it very accurately. Since the Tang Dynasty, the spiritual energy has been rapidly drying up. In the Song Dynasty, there were still people who became immortals. After the Song Dynasty, there were no immortals." Human beings, as for the present, is a veritable Dharma-ending age."

"Chengxian pays attention to the right time, place and people. In the age of the end of the Dharma, the right time and place are gone. Whether the aptitude is good or bad, the practice of Taoism is just lingering."

"That's why senior brother is so proud to accept you as an apprentice. Perhaps he doesn't expect you to go far on this path, but only hopes that you can be an inheritor."

After hearing Uncle Jiu's words, Gu Zhou seemed to understand a little bit. Shi Jian was willing to accept him as a disciple. The reason why his son blew the wind was not the main reason. The main reason was that he himself changed his mind and only wanted to find an inheritor. How much a boat can achieve.

"Eternal life...become immortal..."

Gu Zhou didn't know if he, a person with a relationship, could turn everything around.

During the banquet, Gu Zhou did not forget to ask Uncle Jiu for advice, and he also taught him all he could.

Night fell, covering the earth, the night was very thick, so thick that you couldn't see your fingers in places where there was no light.

In the middle of the night, almost everyone fell into a deep sleep.

Tonight's night was extraordinarily quiet, so quiet that I could even hear my own heartbeat.

Mao house.

Gu Zhou sat cross-legged on the bed, and slowly opened his eyes, which were filled with joy.

I don't know if it's because of his tireless work, or because Uncle Jiu taught him well, but tonight he finally felt angry.

It's not easy!

After eight days of practice, he finally entered the door.

Gu Zhou——