The spinning beans increase the chance of slipping, and even Grandpa's cat's foot kung fu may not be able to walk over unharmed.

Looking at the beans spinning on the ground, Grandpa couldn't help but sigh - this Abba Xu's ability should not be underestimated.

Beat the snake and hit the seven inches, and the wolf beat the tofu waist. And to beat the weak man, you can only knock it down.

Abba Xu's face couldn't help but show a strange and nervous smile, as if a child had drawn a slingshot and aimed it at the sparrow on the tree, only to wait for the sparrow to fall from the branch with a cry of pain.

Grandpa experienced the scene of thirty-six weak men falling apart in an instant, and naturally his heart was not as hopeful as Abba Xu at this time, but who wouldn't have a little hope in disappointment? Because of this, Grandpa also secretly clenched his fists, his eyes were like torches, staring at the weak king who was jumping up and down.

When he met the master of the sea in Mount Emei, his father asked the master of the sea about the confusion of zombies. The master of the sea said that zombies have nothing to do with the reincarnation of large and small, so they will not discuss it.

Grandpa argues reasonably, isn't everything in the world in reincarnation?

Master of the Sea said, what is a zombie? Gather the grievances of heaven and earth, take the dead breath of heaven and earth, and be born of bad luck. Immortal, immortal, immortal, abandoned by the Three Realms of Heaven, Earth and Man outside the six realms of sentient beings, wandering and displaced. The body is stiff, and in the world, it uses resentment as strength and blood as food. This is called a zombie. Since it has been abandoned by the Three Realms and Six Realms, it is not within the scope of discussion of reincarnation.

After leaving Mount Emei, my grandfather consulted the ancient classics again, and learned from the ancient books "Zi Bu Yu" and "Notes on Reading Wei Caotang" that zombies also have three aliases: moving corpses, walking shadows, and walking corpses. Folklore is divided into 18 types, zombies, blood corpses, shadow corpses, flesh corpses, skin corpses, jade corpses, walking corpses, explosive corpses, sweat corpses, hair corpses, walking corpses, awakening corpses, armor corpses, stone corpses, fighting corpses, vegetable corpses, cotton corpses and wooden corpses.

After checking and checking, Daddy didn't figure out what kind of zombie Mole Qi Weak Lang was.

In the end, Daddy still thinks Abba Xu's separation is simple and practical. Unify all kinds of ghosts and spirits into nephews, uncles, grandmothers, and ancestors, and everything will go smoothly. Why bother with what genre it is? This may be the realm of "the invisible avenue", right?

Abba Xu tugged at his father's sleeve, pulled him back from his distant thoughts, and told him to see the next wonderful show.

The weak king jumped at them with a blank face. It floated up and fell heavily. Everywhere you go, the beans become flat like a thin bean dregs. Not to mention losing its balance, it didn't even shake it, and jumped straight towards the door.

Daddy turned around to run again.

Abdash pulled him in again.

"Don't worry, I still have a trick!" Abba Xu said with a stern expression.

All the leisurely walks have been experienced from two wars and almost wanting to go first. Grandpa's later calmness was also tempered by countless dangerous situations.

Grandpa said nervously: "What other tricks?" ”

Aba Xu said, "I learned this trick from your hometown. Chase out the corpses! ”

As soon as he finished speaking, the weak king had already arrived at the door.

Abba Xu shook his feet with all his might, and two bamboo poles with wrists thick and two meters long flew out of nowhere, stabbing straight at the weak king!

Dad looked back and saw that there were two round holes in the wall opposite the door, from which the bamboo pole flew out. The bamboo pole pierced the air like an arrow, making a chilling cry, like a woman's heart-rending scream. Daddy couldn't help but cover his ears.

Grandpa thought that the bamboo pole was going to the chest of the weak man, and he wanted to pierce the weak man like tofu.

When the bamboo pole approached the weak man, it suddenly changed direction slightly, and got into the two sleeves of the weak lang respectively!

King Weak Lang had never seen anyone deal with it in such a strange way before, and he was inexplicable about these two bamboo poles, and a trace of confusion actually flashed in his eyes. The panic that swept by made Abba Xu ecstatic. Fighting with ancestor-level ghosts, if the opponent can be a little cowardly, it is extremely able to make the low-level opponent proud. This taste of counterattack can't help but make his blood run wild!

"Look! You see! It's scared! Abba Xu pulled his father and shouted out of a little gaffe.

Grandpa had an epiphany. This trick is indeed learned to chase corpses in Xiangxi.

Driving corpses is called chasing corpses, but in fact, they are carrying corpses. If you see a Taoist priest shaking a bell to drive away a group of zombies in the barren mountains and mountains, it is indeed very scary. Before my grandfather left Hunan, he passed through Xiangxi and witnessed several scenes of chasing corpses. Later, once the Taoist priest who drove the corpse drank too much wine and revealed all the secrets of their corpse.

It turned out that two of the front and back of a row of zombies were apprentices of Taoist priests, and two bamboo poles were put in the middle, and the zombies' arms were tied to the bamboo poles. In this case, the zombie's feet are dangling in the air and look like they are stiff. As long as the two apprentices obey the command of the Taoist priest, they can stage a terrifying illusion of chasing corpses.

Because the bamboo pole is tough, it will swing up and down when it is loaded, so it is vivid.

Abba Xu just wanted to use two bamboo poles to carry the weak king like a zombie, so that his feet were off the ground. Once its feet are off the ground, it can't jump, it can't move, it can't move forward.

The idea is good, but who will carry the bamboo pole? Grandpa thought to himself.

At this moment, Abba Xu waved his hand and shouted loudly: "Quick! You and I each carry it on one side and lift it up! ”

It turned out to be carried by yourself!

At this time, there was no room for hesitation, Daddy and Abba Xu immediately jumped over like rabbits, grabbed the bamboo pole that passed through the sleeve of the weak king one after another, and forcibly lifted the weak king up!

The weak king couldn't kick the ground, so he lost his momentum and shook from side to side on the bamboo pole, intending to shake his father and Abba Xu down.

Daddy and Abba hurriedly grabbed the bamboo pole with both hands to prevent it from slipping off their shoulders.

When I was in my hometown, my grandfather helped people carry the coffin more than once. The weight of the person in the coffin is actually not large. But the coffin itself weighs several times that of a person, not to mention, and it is also stuffed with heavy moisture-proof lime. Therefore, a coffin must be carried by eight young and strong people, known as the Eight King Kongs.

But the weak king is heavier than the coffin carried by his grandfather, and it is still shaking. Its strength is comparable to that of a living round boar. Not to mention whether this wrist-thick bamboo pole can withstand it, Grandpa and Abba Xu's shoulders have long been unbearable for such torture.

Ironically, Abba Xu thought of using this method to control the weak king, but he didn't think about what to do next. He was stunned as he carried a bamboo pole that was as violent as a living snake, and beads of sweat the size of beans appeared on his face.

Luckily, his friend was still around, and wherever he and his father stepped on it, the beans would spread out in all directions, leaving enough space for one footboard. Otherwise, these beans hurt the weak king and didn't pit, but let himself fall into the mud.

"What's next?" Daddy felt the skin on his shoulder, and it hurt as hotly as someone poured a bowl of chili water. If it weren't for the stakes in his life, he wouldn't have been able to help but wash it off.

"I don't know!" Abba Xu shouted in chagrin. At this time, the embarrassment had washed away his little smugness just now.

Daddy saw the low earth wall opposite, and there was a forked tree next to the low earth wall. In the past, my grandfather saw people drying clothes here. Grandpa had a plan and shouted, "You and I will work together to carry it to the low earthen wall!" I'll put my side on the earthen wall, and you put yours on the branches!" How is it? ”

"Good!" Aba Hsu replied immediately. He was grinning in pain, almost crushing his teeth.

Naturally, his friends overheard their conversation. With a "swish", the beans parted on both sides, revealing a wide road.

Abba Xu hurried to the low earthen wall. Daddy followed.

When he reached the edge of the low wall, Grandpa hurriedly moved the bamboo pole on his shoulder to the low earth wall, and Abba Xu placed the other end of the bamboo pole in the middle of the branch at the same time.

After putting it down, Grandpa sat down next to him, looking up at the weak king shaking his body desperately, while kneading his hot shoulders.

Abba Xu lay on the ground and gasped, like a lazy dog, and was about to stick out his tongue.

"You're going to let him hang here?" Daddy kicked Abba Xu, who was like a lazy dog.

Although he asked so, Grandma thought it was a really good idea. If you dry the weak king here for a long time, maybe it will be dried into jerky. It's a lot easier.

Abba Xu was still panting, and he didn't have the strength to answer his father's question. He just recited mantras all year round, danced and danced, never did heavy physical work, never picked his shoulders, never lifted his hands, and suddenly seemed to be carrying a coffin that only eight people could afford, and of course his muscles and bones couldn't stand it. Even if the weak king turned into jerky, it would take him ten days and half a month to raise that delicate body of muscles, bones, skin and flesh.

After a long while, Abba Xu replied weakly as if he were about to die: "If you were from my village, I would not have agreed to do such a thing for you if I were given a hundred chickens and ten sheep." At this point, he was still thinking about chickens and sheep.

Then, he raised his head and looked at the weak king on the bamboo pole, and said with a pout: "It turns out that the ancestor is nothing more than this!" ”

Grandpa looked at both ends of the street and asked in surprise, "We made such a loud noise with the weak man, why didn't half a person on the left and right sides come to see the excitement?" Don't you Qiang people like to watch the excitement? There's a lot of noise outside and you don't come out to take a look? ”

Abba Xu snickered, "They can hear the noise, but they can't come here." ”

"Why?"

"Two of my friends were blocked at either end of the road, and when someone heard a voice and wanted to come here, my friend made a little trick to get them to go to another road or circle in the same place."

"Ghost hitting the wall?" Daddy asked.

Abba Xu raised his hand and said, "Yes, yes, yes." It's what you Han people call ghosts hitting the wall. If they come here and accidentally let the weak man touch the top, then our radish village will not be peaceful! I will also be teased by Abba Xu of other villages, and I can't keep my own village. ”

Grandpa thought to himself, you didn't think about what to do after carrying the weak king, but you thought about the safety of your neighbors, and it seems that you still have a kind heart.

Abba Xu couldn't stop saying: "If they make fun of me, the people in the village will not come to me in the future to exorcise evil spirits and catch ghosts, but will find Abba Xu in the village where nothing happened." I can't carry chickens and cigarettes to my house every day. ”

In the final analysis, it turned out to be to take people's money.