I have a role in the heavens

"Open the coffin!"

Several people nailed the coffin of Mr. Ren, opened the coffin lid, and a black air came out, revealing Mr. Ren inside. He was dressed in the official uniform of the Qing Dynasty. His face had not changed at all. He was almost the same as before his death, except that his face was pale. , no human blood.

Master Ren and Ren Tingting quickly knelt down and kowtowed, shouting.

"father!"

"grandfather!"

"I disturbed your old man!"

Lin Fengjiao looked at the appearance of Mrs. Ren in the coffin, and her expression suddenly changed. The body had been buried in the ground for twenty years. Normally, it would have rotted into bones long ago. How could it still look like it was just buried?

"Senior brother, look at Mr. Ren's body. It's as hard as iron stone. His eyes are black and his nails have grown longer. This means he has obviously transformed into a corpse!"

"It seems that the original Feng Shui master just wanted to return the Ren family for twenty years. He obviously knew a certain method of raising corpses. He asked Master Ren to lift the coffin and bury him twenty years later. It was obvious that he wanted to let Ren's family return. Every family is ruined and people are killed, and the roots are eradicated, and the heart is quite vicious!"

Zhang Yunqing's face turned livid, and he opened his magical eyes and looked at the grave of Old Master Ren. Sure enough, there was a gathering of Yin Qi, like a clear spring, nourishing the corpse in the cave.

"Yin Qi is like a spring. This is the secret technique of raising corpses. Now it seems that the Feng Shui master at the time was not a good person either!"

When Lin Fengjiao heard this, she bit her finger and tapped the center of her brow. A clear light flashed in her eyes and she looked at the dragonfly's water hole. Sure enough, there was Yin Qi gathering in the ground. The purpose of spreading cement was not only to prevent the dragonfly from touching the water, but also to prevent the dragonfly from touching the water. In order to prevent the Yin Qi from leaking out, all of it was nourished by Old Master Ren's body and refined into a zombie.

Lin Fengjiao's face was as gloomy as water, as dark as ink, her eyebrows were aligned in one line, and a trace of solemnity flashed in her upright eyes, and she said to Mr. Ren who had just stood up.

"Mr. Ren, I suggest that it is best to cremate Mr. Ren's body to avoid any accidents!"

"Uncle Ninth, what my father feared most during his lifetime was fire. He must not be cremated!"

Mr. Ren disagreed with his face. People like them were very particular about burying their ancestors in a feng shui treasured land to protect their descendants. They were unwilling to cremate Mr. Ren's body.

"Uncle Jiu, please think of a way. I wonder if this point can still be used?"

Old Mrs. Ren begged Lin Fengjiao. He took a look at Mr. Ren's body, and his face didn't look very good. Just for the sake of good fortune, even if he felt cold in his heart, he had to insist on being buried in peace.

"The dragonfly touches the water, and then touches it again. The water is definitely not in its original position! I think so, I can only temporarily put Mr. Ren in Yizhuang. During this period, I will look for another tomb to bury Mr. Ren. !”

Lin Fengjiao accepted Master Ren's gift, so naturally she would not go against the other party's wishes. She sighed and only made a compromise.

Zhang Yunqing turned his magic eyes and looked at Mr. Ren. He saw black energy lingering on the top of his head, a deathly gray color between his eyebrows, and a bloody light covering the top of his head. Obviously, if Mr. Ren was not cremated, he was afraid of death. He frowned slightly, thought for a moment, and reminded.

"Mr. Ren, I suggest you listen to my senior brother's advice and cremate Mr. Ren's body. This body has undergone transformation. If you insist on your own opinion, I'm afraid there will be a bloody disaster!"

Mr. Ren's face changed slightly, and he felt a hair in his heart, and a bit of fear appeared on his face. However, this man had a stubborn character and shook his head, still unwilling to cremate Mr. Ren's body.

"Daozhang Zhang, you are really alarmist. How can it be so serious? My father has been dead for so many years. Is it possible that he can still get up and bite me?!"

Mr. Ren glanced at Mr. Ren's body and saw that he was still the same after twenty years. He quickly looked away and looked at Zhang Yunqing with some disdain. He felt that he was young and not capable enough, so he said this.

When Lin Fengjiao heard what Zhang Yunqing said, her face became more solemn, and she asked Zhang Yunqing softly.

"Junior brother, what did you see?"

"Senior brother, I know some aura divination techniques. Master Ren is shrouded in blood and death energy is entangled, originating from Mr. Ren. Obviously there can only be one between the two!"

Zhang Yunqing closed his eyes, and the clear light in his eyes dissipated. His eyes were clear and bright, black and white, as clear as a mountain stream, which made people feel at ease. He shook his head slightly, it was hard to persuade the damned person with words, and since Master Ren wouldn't listen, he couldn't say much.

Lin Fengjiao knew that Zhang Yunqing had extraordinary qualifications and was born with the seed of Taoism. His master always praised him in the past, but now it seems that it is true. He even knows the art of divination. This kind of magic is something that none of their brothers can master. The art of Qi has been a forbidden art since ancient times, and only those with amazing talents can master it.

In the ancient dynasty, if the world was peaceful and those who mastered the art of looking at Qi would become the Qintian Supervisor. If it was the last years of the dynasty and the people were in dire straits, such people would support Qianlong to fight for hegemony and the dynasty would change. Therefore, hope Qijutsu is also known as Dragon Slaying Technique, and many people who mastered Qijutsu have left their names in history.

Jiang Taigong of the Zhou Dynasty, Liu Hou Zhang Liang of the Han Dynasty, Yuan Tiangang and Li Chunfeng of the Tang Dynasty, Chen Tuan of the Song Dynasty, and Liu Bowen of the Ming Dynasty all mastered the art of qi reading and left behind various legends.

"Master Ren, my junior brother is extremely talented and knows many secret arts. He will not say this easily. Please think again!"

Lin Fengjiao's expression was extremely solemn, her eyes were sharp, and she looked at Master Ren again, wanting to persuade him. After all, Master Ren was a good man, and he was not the kind of unkind person who wanted to bring trouble to the village.

Master Ren hesitated for a moment, feeling shaken. Just as he was about to speak, he was interrupted by a fat man in a suit and glasses behind him.

"Cousin, I think these two Taoist priests just want to deceive you and deliberately exaggerate. I have heard this method many times. There is no need to take it to heart at all!"

"I'm warning you, don't play tricks, and quickly carry the old man's body to Yizhuang, or I will arrest you all and send them to the security team!"

Ah Wei is the captain of the security team. He is uneducated and afraid of death. He relies on the support of the Ren family to secure his position. He threatens Zhang Yunqing and Lin Fengjiao with great power.

After Ah Wei's interruption, Mr. Ren stood firm again, with a kind smile on his face, and said to Lin Fengjiao with his hands raised.

"I'm sorry to trouble you, Uncle Jiu. My late father is afraid of fire. As a son, I cannot be unfilial!"

"Since Mr. Ren said so, I naturally can't refuse. Please go back first and I will handle it!"

Lin Fengjiao sighed, glanced at the coffin, and gave instructions to the others.

"Close the coffin lid and carry it back to Yizhuang first!"

Master Ren nodded with satisfaction, but he had an inexplicable feeling in his heart and left with some hesitation.

Ren Tingting followed Master Ren and looked back at Zhang Yunqing, who was standing with his hands behind his back. Seeing his solemn expression, her heart moved slightly, her eyes moved, and she had an idea.

"Wen Cai, Qiu Sheng, you two will light a plum blossom incense array on the cemetery. Let me know how it turns out after you burn it!"

"I understand, Master!"

Wencai and Qiu Sheng nodded obediently, indicating that they understood, and immediately lit a bunch of incense. Wen Cai placed a plum blossom incense array in front of the Dragonfly Pointing Water Cave, and Qiu Sheng burned three incense sticks in front of each tomb. This was the rule.

Lin Fengjiao and Zhang Yunqing left their destination and returned to Yizhuang. They needed to make some preparations.

In the afternoon, Ren Tingting came to Yizhuang and found Zhang Yunqing. She asked him with a bit of shyness on her face.

"Daozhang Zhang, is the bloody disaster you mentioned this morning true?"

Ren Tingting received a Western education and did not believe in the things passed down by her ancestors. If she had not had a good impression of Zhang Yunqing, she would never have come here to ask.

"I won't lie. Mr. Ren has transformed into a corpse. If he is not cremated, something will happen to Mr. Ren!"

Zhang Yunqing was calm and composed and didn't care about Master Ren's life or death. He had already reminded Master Ren that he was seeking his own death. Such an unlucky person deserved misfortune.

When Ren Tingting heard this, her face was slightly moved, but after all, she had never seen zombies and evil ghosts, so she was doubtful about these things. She frowned slightly and thought for a moment before saying.

"It's empty talk, how can you make us believe it? I wonder if Zhang Daozhang can you show some skills and let me see!"

Ren Tingting was also hesitant. Some things would rather be believed than not, but after all, it was her grandfather's body. In this era that valued filial piety, one should be more cautious when cremating the body.

"I'm not a showman. Believe it or not is up to you!"

Zhang Yunqing flatly refused. He would not reveal his methods easily. There was no need. Whether Ren Jiati listened or not had no influence on him, and it was not him who died.

When Ren Tingting heard this, she had a look of surprise on her face. She didn't expect Zhang Yunqing to be so tough. She rolled her eyes a few times, thought for a moment and said.

"Since Zhang Daozhang doesn't want to, then forget it!"

"As my daughter, I want to ask for a talisman for my father to keep him safe. I wonder if Taoist Zhang is willing?"

Hearing this, Zhang Yunqing took a deep look at Ren Tingting. Unexpectedly, she was smart and spiritual. He quietly opened his Dharma Eyes and looked in the direction of the Ren family. A burst of vitality emerged. Mr. Ren was lucky. It seemed that he had been doing good deeds and doing good deeds. He retained a glimmer of hope and his life should not be cut off.

"That's all, since Miss Ren has spoken, I will give you a talisman!"

Zhang Yunqing took out a piece of talisman paper he drew from his arms. This talisman is a golden light spell that can protect the body. As for whether Master Ren can escape the disaster, it depends on his life.

"A big ocean, this talisman cannot be given away for free!"

Ren Tingting took the talisman and without any hesitation, took out two big coins and handed them to Zhang Yunqing.

"Just one ocean is enough! Give me too much!"

Zhang Yunqing frowned slightly. He needed to spend mana to draw the talisman. He had to collect one ocean, but he couldn't collect more, otherwise it would affect Yin De. He wanted to return the extra ocean to Ren Tingting.

"Daozhang Zhang is willing to give me a talisman, two oceans are not much!"

After that, Ren Tingting turned around and was about to leave. Zhang Yunqing saw this and opened her mouth to remind her.

"Miss Ren, I will give you one more sentence. It's up to you whether you want to or not!"

"You can buy more glutinous rice and sprinkle it around your room. It might be useful!"

Ren Tingting paused slightly, then moved forward again, without saying whether to listen or not.

Ren Tingting returned to Ren's house and saw Master Ren. She quickly walked over, handed him the talisman she had just obtained from Zhang Yunqing, and said.

"Dad, this is the peace charm I asked for. Please take it with you!"

With a smile on his face, Master Ren naturally would not reject his daughter's filial piety. He put the talisman on his chest and asked.

"Where did you get the peace charm from?"

"Don't worry too much about this. Anyway, I just asked for it with great difficulty!"

Ren Tingting coquettishly pulled Master Ren's arm and said with a smile.

How could Mr. Ren tolerate his daughter's coquettishness? He smiled so hard that his eyes narrowed and he stopped asking any more questions.

"By the way, Dad, I want some glutinous rice. You can ask someone to buy it!"

Ren Tingting stopped acting coquettishly, smiled like a flower, stared at Master Ren with bright eyes, and said softly.

Master Ren only had one daughter, whom he regarded as a treasure. Although he was puzzled, he would not refuse his daughter's request and said directly.

"We have a grain store at home, I'll just have someone bring some over!"

In Yizhuang, Wencai handed the burned incense to Lin Fengjiao, two short and one long.

"People are most afraid of three long and two short, and they are most afraid of two short and one long incense, but it just burned like this!"

Lin Fengjiao's face was solemn, and she looked at the three sticks of incense in her hand, knowing that something was wrong.

Wencai ignored the master's words and reached out to the altar table, wanting to steal the tribute, but Lin Fengjiao stopped him with a stern look.

"If this incense comes out of the house, someone must be mourning!"

"Is something going to happen at Master Ren's house?"

When Wen Cai heard this, the figure of Ren Tingting flashed in his mind, and he immediately asked worriedly.

"Could it be here?"

Lin Fengjiao glared at the literary talent, full of disgust, knowing full well that the incense was burned on Master Ren's grave, so naturally something happened to the Ren family.

"Junior brother, it seems you are right, Master Ren will have a bloody disaster!"

"Then Tingting is also in danger. Master, please think of a way!"

Wencai and Qiu Sheng hurriedly stepped forward and said that they had a good idea. They wanted a hero to save the beauty, and then they could let Ren Tingting commit themselves to her.

"Prepare yellow paper, red pen, black ink, kitchen knife, and peach wood sword!"

Lin Fengjiao killed the old rooster, mixed the rooster's blood with black ink, poured it into the ink bucket, and gave it to Wencai and Qiu Sheng.

"Put the ink thread on the coffin so that Mr. Ren's body cannot get out of the coffin!"

Wen Cai and Qiu Sheng quickly walked to the coffin with the ink fountain and began to play the ink lines seriously. Lin Fengjiao felt relieved.

Zhang Yunqing recalled that in the original work, Wen Cai and Qiu Sheng were careless and did not stretch the bottom of the coffin, so he gave a reminder.

"The bottom of the coffin must also be ejected, otherwise Mr. Ren will still run out!"

"I know, little uncle!"

Wen Cai and Qiu Sheng's expressions changed. They really hadn't thought of this just now, and they quickly responded.

Late at night, Yizhuang was extremely quiet. There was some movement in the coffin of Mr. Ren, which kept shaking. The corpse inside opened its eyes. It was as black as ink, and its nails were stretched out. It was completely black. He wanted to open the coffin lid, but was blocked by a force of magic. The seal is impossible to break free from.

I don't know how long it took, but a figure sneaked into Yizhuang. Looking at the coffin filled with ink lines, his face changed slightly, and he quickly took action to wipe away the ink lines.

The coffin lid slowly opened, and Old Mrs. Ren inside pretended to be a corpse, and under the control of this figure, jumped towards the direction of the Ren family.

"Well, it turns out that someone deliberately refined the corpse and wanted to cultivate an evil corpse!"

Zhang Yunqing stood up slowly and walked out of the room. He opened his magical eyes and sensed the remaining breath in the surrounding air. He flashed and chased towards the suburbs.

Zombies have strict levels, generally divided into six levels.

Purple stiffness: The body appears purple. The body turns purple after death. The reason why the body is purple is because there is a corpse poison in the body. The blood is dyed purple and spreads throughout the body after death.

Baijiao: The color of the corpse is white, and there will be white spots on the surface of the skin. The white zombie moves slowly. It is extremely afraid of sunlight, fire, water, chickens, and dogs.

Black zombie: The corpse appears black, and the white spots turn into black spots. It moves quickly and flexibly, has great strength, and even has some intelligence. It is extremely difficult to deal with.

Green zombie: The corpse exudes corpse gas and the zombie's body is green. It jumps extremely fast and is not afraid of people or domestic animals, only the sun.

Mao Zheng: Hair grows on the corpse, which is made of copper skin and iron bones. The higher the cultivation level, the stronger the body. He can move quickly, jump from house to tree, jump like flying, and is not afraid of ordinary fire or sunlight.

Fei Zong is a thousand-year-old zombie who has been successful in cultivation. Fei Zong is good at magic and his body is not broken. Because this kind of zombie can fly, it is called Fei Zong.

Now Mr. Ren will become a black zombie as soon as he gets fat. If he sucks the blood of his close relatives, he will turn into a green zombie. If he sucks a lot of blood, he will even turn into a hairy zombie. He needs to be eliminated as soon as possible.

Lin Fengjiao heard the noise and hurriedly walked out of the room. When she saw Zhang Yunqing's figure walking away, she only had time to shout.

"Little junior brother!"

"Senior brother, you go to Ren's house, and I'll go after the mastermind!"

Zhang Yunqing's voice passed through the void and reached Lin Fengjiao's ears. He hesitated for a moment and quickly woke up the sleeping literary talent. This kid was really big-hearted. He slept very deeply even while guarding the coffin. He was not afraid at all. Instead, he was in the sky. Suitable for guarding Yizhuang.

"Wencai, wake up quickly and come with me to Ren's house!"

Lin Fengjiao woke up Wen Cai and quickly ordered him to get the magical weapons and wait. The two of them hurried towards the Ren family.

In the suburbs, in the dense forest, the moonlight was like water, passing through the dense branches and leaves, and fell on the ground. The silver glow shone, providing some light. Zhang Yunqing stood with his hands behind his back, stopped in front of a black figure, and spoke.

"You are quite brave. You actually dare to refine zombies and harm the people. Aren't you afraid of being discovered by the underworld and having your evil virtue dissipated?"

Zhang Yunqing's eyes sparkled with light, and he looked at the night like day, carefully looking at the appearance of the black figure. The shadow man is short in stature, with white beard and hair, a skinny face, full of wrinkles, and an old look. His body exudes a foul smell, as if it crawled out of the ground, giving people an aura of decay.

"It turns out that you are from the lineage of wizards in western Hunan. No wonder you want to refine zombies. Your life is approaching, and you want to refine the zombies, seize the body, and achieve the birth of a different kind. You are heresy. Aren't you afraid of being punished by God?"

A look of surprise appeared on Zhang Yunqing's face. This Feng Shui master may have deliberately leaked the news and asked the Ren family to buy the Dragonfly Point Water Cave. Otherwise, Mr. Ren was not a Taoist and did not understand the secrets of Feng Shui. How could he know that it was a piece of water? Good hole.

"My life is gone, what else is there to worry about!"

Mr. Feng Shui snorted coldly, his voice was old and cold, his eyes glowed green, he looked at Zhang Yunqing with a pale face and said coldly.

"Boy, you shouldn't come after me alone. If Lin Fengjiao comes, I will be even more afraid. He is a Taoist after all, but you are still young and have some cultivation, and you dare to stop me!"