Chapter 2 The corpse actually got up

According to Xuanfeng Daoist, Wang Jian's rituals must be done seven times before the funeral in order to make the deceased feel at ease and reincarnate. There was only one day left before Wang Jian's funeral, and as Xingyuan expected, the Taoist priest named Xuanfeng showed his skills as always in the next ceremony, showing his so-called "spell" step by step, so that the onlookers couldn't help but retreat and look up.

Seeing that the villagers were so engrossed, for no reason, Xingyuan didn't want to make any comments at this moment, leaning sideways against a big tree not far away, the black windbreaker he was wearing fluttered behind his back from time to time, in his eyes, as if the Taoist priest at the offering table was like a patient who had just escaped from a psychiatric hospital.

After the Dharma is done, everyone is gone. Xuanfeng slowly took off his robe and came to the courtyard of Wang Jian's house, lit a wide and narrow cigarette, and sucked it ecstatically. "Dao Chief, what are you doing?"

A cold voice suddenly remembered in his back, and then the Xuanfeng Daoist trembled, and the cigarette in his hand almost trembled to the ground.

When the Xuanfeng Daoist turned around, the person in front of him was sitting on a haystack looking at him.

"It turned out to be the Xingyuan benefactor, what is the so-called matter of coming to the poor road?" The corners of Xuanfeng Daoist's mouth were not tight, and a trace of nervous twitching appeared, and it only took a second for him to change back to his original state.

"Hey" Xingyuan sighed softly, slowly stood up from the haystack, and slowly took out cigarettes and lighters from his pockets with both hands. "Dao Chief, you don't meditate cross-legged and cultivate your self-cultivation, why are you even smoking such mundane things as cigarettes now?" As soon as Xingyuan's words came out, he obviously felt that the Xuanfeng Daoist in front of him was stiff, and even his breathing was a little worse.

Seeing the subconscious reaction of the Xuanfeng Daoist, he couldn't help but have a trace of self-deprecation between his lips, lit a cigarette and asked again: "Listen to everyone's story, the Taoist Taoist technique is from the Shushan faction, and the younger generation dares to ask, is the Taoist inheritor, Sedum Daxia, Xu Changqing in charge, or Li Xiaoyao in charge?" ”

This sentence made the Xuanfeng Daoist once again freeze his body, feeling like a thief who was almost discovered when he was stealing. "No, neither." After a moment of silence, the Xuanfeng Taoist replied lightly, and the white beard under his nostrils trembled twice, and then returned to his usual calmness, as if he was just talking about an inconsequential trivial matter, which was not worth mentioning.

And in the next second, Xingyuan spit out the smoke in his mouth and continued to ask: "When I saw that the Dao Elder was doing it today, his mana was very strong, and I really wanted to know which of them the Dao Elder had inherited?" ”

"This... This one... In fact, although the three people mentioned by the donor just now are all the pillars of Shushan, they are only related to the poor road, and the skills learned by the poor road are all the fur that can only be learned by the ancestor Murong Ziying from generation to generation. ”

Daoist Xuanfeng straightened his facial expression, slowed down his words a lot, and deliberately pretended to be light and light, but in Xingyuan's eyes, the trembling of his fingers still revealed the panic in his heart at the moment.

"Oh, forgive the juniors for being presumptuous, I didn't expect that the Daoist Master would be the tenth generation disciple of the head of Murong, so I will do my grandfather's funeral."

Seeing that Xingyuan didn't have any doubts, Xuanfeng Dao Chang couldn't help but secretly breathe a sigh of relief.

When Xuanfeng Dao Chang turned to leave, watching his obscene back fade away, Xingyuan threw the cigarette butt in his hand on the ground and stomped on it fiercely.

"This charlatan, Murong Ziying, doesn't he know that Murong Ziying is a teacher of the Kunlun faction? Thinking about scamming money all day long! Hey"

The next evening, the spirit who was supposed to stay up all night sat up on the heavy bed of Xingyuan Meng, who was sleeping soundly, and when he saw the time clearly, his heart suddenly turned upside down

"It's over, didn't you say that you should get up at 3 o'clock and change to a godmaster? It's 7 o'clock now, bad thing! ”

At this moment, the phone next to the bed suddenly rang: "Whose heart is it, left alone..."

As the bell rang, Xingyuan glanced at the caller ID, and it turned out to be Village Chief Kang calling.

"Uncle Kang called me at this time, I don't know what's wrong, wouldn't I have been discovered by him because I didn't get up yesterday and keep the vigil on time? Others are okay to say, I'm a filial son at the funeral now, and the godfather has such a high prestige in the eyes of the villagers, so I have to do something! Thinking in his heart, Xingyuan slowly pressed the answer button.

"Xingyuan, hurry up, today is Uncle Wang's first seven, the Taoist chief said just now, there are a lot of things to prepare for today's rituals, and you must be a filial son of funeral, come and do it yourself! Everyone is here in the mourning hall now, you hurry up. ”

As soon as he finished speaking, Village Chief Kang hung up the phone directly. Xingyuan immediately understood that the Xuanfeng Daoist was about to start playing tricks again.

"This stinky charlatan, I don't know what tricks to do, after the godfather is funeral, Lao Tzu will definitely repair him!" After changing his clothes and going out, he strode towards Wang Jian's mourning hall.

At this time, a large group of people were watching the Xuanfeng Dharma fiddling with their teeth and claws in front of the offering table, either dancing his seemingly mysterious peachwood sword, or holding a yellow talisman paper pointing and pointing and pointing that, and his mouth was not Yin Yin's babbling.

At this time, the night had begun to cover the village, only to hear a bang, the rune paper in the hand of the Xuanfeng Taoist suddenly burned, and suddenly all the villagers couldn't help but take two steps back. The burning rune paper in the dim light of the mourning hall was particularly eye-catching.

"Wow, that's amazing, I don't know what kind of chemical this guy uses. This liar can play a lot of tricks. ”

Even though all the village names sighed from time to time that the Xuanfeng Daoist was strong, Xingyuan still leaned back on the chair beside him disdainfully.

Just when everyone's eyes were focused on the body of the Xuanfeng Daoist, suddenly the yin wind was strong, the burning rune paper was extinguished in an instant, and the branches and leaves were whirring by the strong wind, very cautious, and everyone in front of the mourning hall felt that something was wrong. began to talk in a whisper.

"What's going on?"

In the face of the sudden wind, Xingyuan stopped his movements, and his expression began to become serious when he looked at the suddenly changed scene. When the wind stopped, all the people outside the mourning hall fell silent.

For a long time, there was a heavy wheezing sound in the mourning hall, which looked particularly eerie and terrifying under the quiet night sky.

The wheezing sound was not just one sound, but one after another, one louder than the other. It was getting bigger and closer, as if it was about to appear at the top of the coffin.

"Dao Chief, what kind of voice is this, what the hell is going on?" At this time, Village Chief Kang asked the Xuanfeng Taoist with a nervous expression.

"Mr. Wang, I am very reluctant to let you go, today is... It's his old man.... On the night of the return of the soul of home, he should have come back to see... Look at everyone, rest assured, no... It's going to be fine" Xuanfeng Daoist also began to have some slight twitches on his face at this time, but he still pretended to be serious and said to everyone. But in everyone's eyes, his trembling legs and voice betrayed him.

only heard the sound of "bang", the glass coffin board that was originally well covered shattered in response, and the dead Wang Jian did not bend his body and sit up like a living person, but with a strong heel, his whole body stood upright, and appeared in front of everyone in an instant.

At this time, all the people outside the mourning hall were already panicking, many women were already screaming in fright, and some even began to rush out of the courtyard outside the mourning hall.

Xingyuan was still a relatively heavy one, and quickly ran to the door of the mourning hall, next to Village Chief Kang and Xuanfeng Dao Chief.

As everyone's eyes looked at Wang Jian, who stood upright, the old man with a kind face had turned into a monster with a green face and fangs at this time, his eyes were open angrily, his pupils were glowing with a green glow, his face was blue and some black, and his sharp fangs turned over the outside of his lips, and he couldn't stop panting.

Village Chief Kang also hid behind the Xuanfeng Daoist at this time, and asked in a trembling tone

"Dao Chief, what now? What to do? ”

However, Daoist Xuanfeng was also panicked, and he didn't know how to answer at all.

"Uncle Kang, you take everyone to escape from the courtyard first, and leave it to the Taoist chief first!"

At the critical time, although Xingyuan didn't know what to do, he didn't panic too much and forced his panic to command Village Chief Kang.

"Boy, ..... you" Seeing that Xingyuan pushed all the pots to himself, the Xuanfeng Daoist didn't know what to say at this time.

"Okay, then be careful." Village Chief Kang listened to Xingyuan's words and hurriedly took the remaining villagers to flee outside the courtyard gate of Wang Jian's house.

Only in front of the mourning hall remained, Xingyuan, Xuanfeng Dao Chang, and an old woman whose legs and feet were completely paralyzed and unable to move.

"Dao Chief, what are you doing standing here stupidly? You're not a brute of the Shushan faction? Murong Ziying's tenth generation disciple? Isn't it your duty to subdue demons and eliminate demons? You're on it, huh? ”

Xingyuan said, grabbing the robe of the Xuanfeng Taoist priest, and pushed him towards Wang Jian, who had raised the corpse. But only hearing the howl of the zombie, the Xuanfeng Daoist who had just run two steps was so frightened that he sat on the ground.

"Poor Dao, I just learned some skins from the Shushan faction.... Fur, besides, the practice has consumed a lot of mana in the past few days, fighting.... I can't fight this monster anymore. ”

The Xuanfeng Daoist was already frightened. Xingyuan shook his head and had nothing to say to the Xuanfeng Daoist.

"Forget it, I already knew that he was a charlatan, how could I still count on him at this time, or think about how to solve the problem in front of me?" Facing the zombies that were about to move, Xingyuan didn't pay attention to the Taoist priest who had been frightened, looked left and right, and gradually noticed a bonfire behind him.

At this time, Wang Jian, who had been transformed into a corpse, rushed towards Xingyuan with another howl from it.

"Damn, no matter! I'll fight with you today! ”

The situation was urgent, and Xingyuan didn't care too much, so he picked up a long burning log in the campfire, roared, and waved it heavily in the face of the zombie who rushed over.

In an instant, sparks flew everywhere, and the zombie took two steps back, and a black line of fire ash appeared on its face. It's not a trace of white smoke, but a stench of burnt.