He didn't take it seriously, he worked normally that day, and when the people of the commune found out, they quickly organized people to burn the coffin. At that time, it was the period of the Cultural Revolution and the four olds, not to mention this fire-patterned coffin, and the graves of those big officials, princes and nobles of the previous dynasty didn't know how much was dug up by the Red Guards, so no one took it too seriously.

As a result, the illness began at night.

On the first night, he felt that he couldn't sleep in his head, and when he got up, he began to get confused again. He thought that he had a cold, and the Mongolian men were strong, so he didn't tell his wife. When the day came, it was an endless body of energy.

On the second night, he felt that his mouth was dry, he could not quench his thirst after drinking several bowls of water and wine, and his head was already like a mush, which was worse than the situation on the first night. He vaguely felt that it might have something to do with the coffin that was dug up, and it shouldn't be the dirty stuff in the coffin that entangled him.

He heard the Han people say that the blood of the rooster wards off evil spirits, so he slaughtered his rooster on his daughter-in-law's back and drank the blood with the head of the chicken.

On the third night, he even began to miss the smell of blood, any blood, and even when he saw his wife sleeping next to him, he had an inexplicable impulse in his heart, especially his wife's white neck, he licked his lips, and finally restrained himself. But he extended his claws to the family's livestock, and drank the blood of a cow and a sheep in one night. The next morning, his daughter-in-law woke up to see a demon lying beside him with a bloody face.

Under careful questioning, he didn't dare to hide it, and told his daughter-in-law about the changes in his body in the past few days. His wife sought medical advice for a few days, but no one had a cure for his illness, and he did not alleviate his strange illness by using animal blood, but the symptoms became more and more obvious, and he became more bloodthirsty. At night, his wife had to tie him up with ropes, otherwise not only would all the animals in the family suffer, but also herself.

No, it's the sixth day now, and it looks like he's going to be able to make it up.

"Mr. Ma, we Hulunbuir people all know that you are a native of Baomen, and you are a living immortal in Xing'anling, please find a way to save him!

There is a specialization in art, this man sees that he has been poisoned by the corpse poison that has been underground for a hundred years, and the corpse poison invades his soul and gradually controls his soul, and he is not without help. But helplessly, Ma Sihai is a treasure-holder, and the treasure-holders only collect the world's heavenly and earthly treasures, and rarely involve these activities of exorcising evil spirits and eliminating demons. If the person who came was the heir of Jindian, or his master Wu Gongyao was still alive, maybe he could still be saved, but it was too late, and he only had one breath left, and the most terrible thing now was not his death, but what would become of this usually cool Mongolian man after his death.

Ma Sihai said to her: "Now you still have the heart to worry about your master? If you don't handle it well, not only will your whole family be in trouble, but the entire Hulunbuir Prairie will be a catastrophe." There is a word in Tibetan called weak lang, have you ever heard of it?"

"No, no, he's very kind, or a model worker in our No. 5 ranch, how can he be a weak man?"

"We stole the door and called him a big zongzi. Believe it or not, he has a lot of symptoms right now, and he's a weak man. Believe me, cremate him, good for you and for everyone. Ma Sihai persuaded.

Weak Lang is also a corpse, a corpse. The corpses that were about to rise, their faces swelled, their skin purple-black, their hair stood on end, and their bodies were blistered, and then they slowly sat up with their eyes open, then got up and ran straight forward with their hands raised. All corpses have a common characteristic, that is, they can't speak, they can't bend over, they can't even move their eyes, they can only stare straight ahead, and their bodies run straight forward. If a living person is encountered, the corpse will be "touched" with a stiff hand, so that the living person will die immediately and become a corpse at the same time. This bizarre and terrifying effect is confined to the body of a living person, and has no effect on other animals.

It is often said that there are five types of corpses: the first skin and the second flesh, and these two types of corpses are played by their skin or flesh. The third type is called "blood rising", and this type of corpse is caused by its blood. These three kinds of corpses are easier to deal with, as long as they use knives, guns, arrows and other instruments to poke their flesh and let the blood flow out, they can make the corpse fall to the ground immediately and no longer be in danger. The fourth type is called "bone rising", that is, the main factor of the corpse is in its bones, and it can only be dealt with by injuring its bones. The fifth type is called "mole rising", that is, the cause of his corpse is a mole on his body. This is the most difficult kind of corpse to deal with, and it is very powerful to run around and harm people before it hits its mole.

Therefore, the skin is weak, but don't look at him as the lowest, he will also use the top to touch the wreckage of his relatives. Ma Sihai does have the ability, but he is holding back the treasure, and he can't help when he encounters this matter, so he can only persuade him.

However, the Mongolian people do not have the custom of cremation, and even today, real Mongolians do not practice cremation. For in their faith there are only the most heinous, and only sinners who have betrayed the Immortal Heaven will be punished by burning their bones in the fire after death. The woman preferred to die, believing that her husband would not harm herself even if he died.

Ma Sihai left, and the next morning, in the yurt, the industrious woman did not go to feed the cattle as usual, and her children did not go to school. When the yurt curtains were lifted, they saw three corpses with blood-red eyes lying motionless. No one knows how the woman and the child died.

According to custom, the dead are to be buried in their homes for three days. And on the three days of the mortuary, many herdsmen in the Hulunbuir grassland were turned into stiff puppets by the weak lang after nightfall. It wasn't until Arch-Venerable Lobuganya passed by that he used his profound Dharma to resolve the catastrophe.

"Oh my God, that's what happened, Second Grandpa, you really couldn't deal with the weak man at that time? Or did you ......?"

Ma Sihai smoked an old man's cigarette and looked at the gradually darkening sky outside, and said: "The weak man is the lowest, but he is also a zombie, and the big zongzi zombie is the king of all evils, which you should have seen in the Thousand Machines Thief." I really didn't have a good way to deal with him, which is why it was a tragedy. ”

"Second Grandpa, I'm afraid your intention in telling me this story is not so simple, ......right? I've also encountered a big zongzi, it's really powerful, let's say, is the weak man from decades ago still hiding in this yellow temple now?"