I, a Saiyan, cultivate immortality in the world of Nine Uncles

——"The auspicious time has come, let's raise the coffin immediately."

At the beginning of the coffin lifting, the helpers carried the wooden tripod and placed it above the tomb, tied the coffin with ropes, and then pulled the ropes together.

"Hey yo, hey yo" Amidst the sound of yo-ho, the coffin was hung in the air, and several helpers waiting at the side quickly stepped forward, tied the lower end of the coffin, and then slowly moved the suspended coffin out of the pit, and then slowly laid it flat.

When the coffin hit the ground, the two helpers in charge of leveling the coffin backed away desperately, screaming in their mouths.

"The coffin boards are so cold! I saw a crack in the coffin lid, and a gust of cold air gushed out."

Sudden…….
The birds in the surrounding woods startled, the flat coffin shook suddenly, and then the coffin lid, which was originally sealed with big iron nails, fell off automatically and fell to the ground.

A puff of black air emerged from the coffin.

This scene shocked everyone present, the helpers retreated far away again, Mr. Ren desperately held Ren Tingting, who was bursting with curiosity, and the security captain A Wei also flinched.

Uncle Jiu and Jiang Yeming, who were standing nearby, stepped forward to check. Uncle Jiu was tall and leaned forward, while Jiang Yeming, who was short, lay on the side of the coffin and stretched his head.

The old man Ren in the coffin was wearing an official uniform of the Qing Dynasty, his face shrouded in blackness, and there was no sign of decay at all.

"It hasn't rotted for 20 years, and it has already become stiff, with corpse gas gathering on its face, I'm afraid it has become a climate." Uncle Jiu explained softly to Jiang Yeming.

"Well, it looks much worse than walking stiff." The half-year-old apprentice next to him nodded without fear.

"Ye Ming, help me, let's close the lid of the coffin, so as not to scare those ordinary people."

Under the orders of Uncle Jiu, the master and apprentice, one big and one small, lifted the lid of the coffin. The little apprentice was short and had to bear a lot of force, but he lifted the lid of the coffin more than [-] catties effortlessly.

Bang Dang, with the cooperation of the two, the lid of the coffin was closed.

"Lin Daochang, what's going on?" Master Ren waited for Uncle Jiu to come back, and asked nervously. Since he believed in Feng Shui, he was also worried about strange things happening.

He was invited to investigate whether there was any problem with Feng Shui, and he told Mr. Ren: "Your father has been raised in the grave for 20 years, and he is about to become a zombie." '

No one is willing to listen to this, even Master Ren may turn his face immediately.

So... Uncle Jiu, who has been around the rivers and lakes for decades, did not do this.

"The yin qi has gone out of the tomb. Your old man's body has been corrupted by the evil qi. He must do a ritual to exorcise the evil spirit, otherwise he will have to be cremated."

Master Ren's complexion changed, and he shook his head again and again: "Cremation is absolutely not acceptable, Mr. Lin Daochang, you should prepare for the ceremony right away, money is not a problem."

Knowing that the Ren family would have this attitude, Uncle Jiu replied: "Then after I get back to Yizhuang, I will perform deeds to exorcise old master Ren from evil."

Plop, Master Ren knelt on the ground, howling with a sad face: "Father, the child is unfilial and made you suffer."

He quickly stood up again, and asked anxiously: "Then the Feng Shui here..."

"The feng shui has been broken and it has become a waste cave. You should move the grave according to the plan."

When Uncle Jiu said this, he pretended to be talking about the family, and asked about the past: "By the way, Master Ren, who is that Feng Shui master who chose your father's grave? I think he has some skills, and I want to come to ask for advice someday."

Mr. Ren was a little bit embarrassed about the past, but his precious daughter grabbed his arm and asked, "Daddy, tell me about what happened 20 years ago. My newspaper is about to report, so I would like to have more material."

His arm was shaken to the point of dislocation, Master Ren had no choice but to say: "Don't shake it, it's a dishonorable thing to do, but my Ren family didn't feel sorry for him, so it's okay to say it."

Next, he began to tell the old story:
"Twenty years ago, my father was getting old and bedridden due to chronic illnesses. When he was dying, he asked me to choose a cemetery with good geomantic omen. At that time, a servant reported that a famous warlock found a geomantic treasure near Renjiazhuang. I found this person, bought it at a high price, and asked him to be in charge of setting the tomb."

Master Ren said lightly, 20 years ago for this geomantic treasure, he must have resorted to some tricks.

However, Jiang Yeming felt that there was something strange inside.

If someone wanted a geomantic treasure land, someone immediately found the geomantic treasure land, let the Ren family know about it, and finally became the Ren family's.

What a coincidence!It felt like deliberately leading Mr. Ren to come to the door.

In the world of Jiang Ye Mingyuan, such similar deceptions emerge endlessly, but due to the development of the Internet, most people know about it.

These deceptions all have one thing in common, deceiving according to the needs of the sufferer, which greatly increases the success rate of deception.

But why do you want to target the old man so much, and deliberately spend 20 years raising a zombie?

There is only one truth, and you can find out if you find Mr. Feng Shui.

Jiang Yeming's little brain instantly clarified this suspicion.

.......
The helpers started working again. After the coffin was tied up, more than [-] strong men took turns carrying the wooden stakes and transported them to the Yizhuang at the foot of the mountain like a sedan chair.

Old Mrs. Ren carried it away, and Mr. Ren also went down the mountain with his family in a sedan chair. Only Uncle Jiu and three apprentices remained on the mountain.

Only then did Jiang Yeming express his previous suspicions.

Wen Cai was taken aback: "What an enmity you have with him! Not to mention destroying the feng shui of the ancestral tomb, but turning him into a zombie!"

Qiu Sheng nodded in agreement: "The Ren family must have bullied them with their wealth and power, so Mr. Feng Shui used this poisonous plan to retaliate."

Uncle Jiu shook his head: "You guys think simply. There are villains in the world who must take revenge, but few wait for 20 years for revenge. The third guess is right, there must be a reason. Qiusheng and Wencai prepared the plum blossom fragrance array, and tell me the shape of the burning. Ye Ming, let's go to the tomb again, and I will tell you some common sense of Taoism."

The two came to the side of the tomb, Uncle Jiu slowly said:

"There are four major schools of the method of forming zombies and exorcising corpses. One is my method of exorcising corpses, which pays attention to the cycle of heaven and does not violate the way of heaven, so the technique ends when it is dead. The other is the method of training corpses in Miaojiang. It is the witchcraft of Chi You's lineage in ancient times. It is the most weird and changeable. It is divided into two types: human zombies and corpse zombies. Assistant; the last one is extremely sinister and evil, it has only appeared in the last hundred years, they often don't do it for themselves, they just want to practice stiffness, and there are all kinds of strange ways to improve stiffness."

Uncle Jiu told such a long piece of anecdote in one breath, and after a short rest, he continued:
"Cutting off the yin veins and gathering the earth's energy to raise corpses is a unique trick, only that school can do it. Therefore, as a teacher, it can be judged that this should be the last zombie training school 'Yin Gui School'."

It turns out that there are so many interesting things in the real Uncle Jiu's world, which makes Jiang Yeming's fighting spirit high.

He waved his small fists and announced in a crisp voice: "Master, don't worry, no matter what Yin Gui sect or zombies, I can defeat them."