Uncle Nine watched everyone leave, turned around, and said to Hou Zhenming: "Fellow Daoist, this matter is troublesome. I didn't expect it to be a zombie. "Little things. It's just a little guy who doesn't have a climate, it's not a big deal, relax. Alas, there must be a cause and effect, the old lady Ren forcibly occupied other people's graves, and turned himself into a zombie, which is also providential, forced to buy and sell, and deserves it. Hou Zhenming snorted and turned to leave. Uncle Nine frowned and wanted to say something, but he didn't say it after all, after all, it was the Ren family's own sin. You have to bear it yourself. instructed Qiu Shengwen to burn incense in front of the grave, and then the ninth uncle also went back.

When I returned to Yizhuang, I saw the coffin placed by the window of the morgue, and Uncle Nine was about to step forward to investigate, but Wencai and the others ran in in a panic with the incense: "Master, Master, look." ”

Uncle Nine took the incense and said lightly: "Well, I know." People are the most taboo of three long and two short, and the incense is the most taboo of two short and one long, burned like this, hey....""What will happen then? Wen Cai asked. If this incense comes out of the house, someone must be mourning, what do you say? "Is it Master Ren's house?" "Is this it?" Uncle Nine said dissatisfiedly. "Oh, it's none of my business, I don't have to worry about it, ah... That Tingting! The nervous Wen finally came to his senses. Then he said: "Master, you must save Tingting." Qiusheng sneered on the side: "Didn't you say that it doesn't matter to you and you don't have to worry about it?" "Hey, you can't say that, you can save your sweetheart's life, and getting married won't be a problem."

"I've thought about it a long time ago, otherwise why would I carry the coffin back." Wen Cai and Qiusheng sighed and asked, "Is there a problem with this coffin?" Uncle Nine said: "There is nothing wrong with the coffin, but the people in this coffin." "yes, it hasn't rotted in 20 years." Saying that, the two came to the coffin, worked together to open the lid, and then exclaimed, "Wow, Fa Fu." I saw that the face of the corpse in the coffin was swollen, and a layer of white hair faintly appeared. The nails have also grown out, and the teeth have grown a lot.

Uncle Nine pondered for a moment and ordered, "Go and prepare paper, pen, ink, knife, and sword." ”

"Huh?" The two of them looked confused and stood there not knowing what to do. Uncle Nine's face was ugly, Hou Zhenming came in from outside the door and said, "Uncle Nine asked you to prepare yellow paper, red pens, black ink, kitchen knives, and wooden swords. "Ugh." Uncle Nine sighed and said, "Daoyou let you see the joke." My two apprentices, when will you stop me from worrying. "Individuals have their own fate, is it in the individual that Master leads the way to practice?" Uncle Nine doesn't have to be worried. "Well, I hope so."

The two brought things, Uncle Nine caught a chicken and was about to kill it, Wencai, who had been the housewife of Yizhuang for a long time, couldn't help but feel a little distressed, and said, "Master, use chickens again?" Uncle Nine glared at him angrily, and Wen Cai smiled: "Chicken, chicken." Qiusheng took the kitchen knife and slashed it neatly across the chicken's neck, the chicken's feet moved desperately, and a drop of blood flowed out of the neck, and took almost half a bowl, and Uncle Nine dripped the rest of the blood into another bowl, ready to be used later.

Uncle Jiu used his luck, pinched up the trick, picked a glutinous rice from the bowl with the aura as a guide, roasted it slightly with a candle flame, and then shook his hand, and the lit glutinous rice entered the bowl containing chicken blood. "Bang!" Glutinous rice meets the blood of the sun, just like a fire meets dry firewood and burns. Then, Uncle Nine poured ink, stirred it a few times with two fingers, covered it with a gossip mirror, flipped it in the air, and landed steadily in his hand. "Where's the master?" Qiusheng asked. "Bounce on top of the coffin. The whole coffin is going to be bounced up. "Oh." "People are divided into good people and bad people, and corpses are divided into zombie dead corpses." Uncle Nine ordered a few incense sticks. "There are not only good people and bad people, but also men and women." Wen Cai answered. Sure enough, he was reprimanded: "What do you say when the master speaks?" "The corpse of the old lady is the corpse that has become a zombie." "How can a corpse become a zombie?" "yes, how can a person become a bad person?" "A man becomes a bad guy because he is not angry, and a man becomes a zombie because he has an extra breath. Before death, people get angry, hold their breath, stuffy, and after they die, that breath gathers in their throats. It became a zombie. Uncle Nine said.

Hou Zhenming joked to the two of them: "There is another way." "How?" "You let the zombies take a bite, won't it change?" Just like in the movie, Qiusheng Wencai forgot to play the bottom of the coffin.

didn't care about the plot, Hou Zhenming waited for the zombies to come out of the coffin. There was nothing to do all night, the next day Uncle Nine went to find the grave, Hou Zhenming went to find the zombie king, at the end of the day, there was no clue at all, and at night, Hou Zhenming worked in bed. I heard a bump in my ears, and then I heard the sound of Uncle Nine going out to check, and when Uncle Nine came back, Hou Zhenming came out of the room and jumped on the roof, and after a while, there was a bang, the coffin was scattered, and the zombie was born.