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Uncle Jiu handed over Wencai and Qiusheng and said: "You two light plum blossoms on the tomb, and tell me what you will burn."

Wu Qizhe curiously asked, "Why do you want to burn incense? Is there anything special about it?"

Wencai and Qiusheng, who were about to leave, pricked their ears with curiosity when Wu Qizhe asked.

To Wu Qizhe's sensitive and studious attitude, Uncle Ji nodded with satisfaction: "The coffin was unearthed and disturbed the Quartet. A stick of incense was lit in front of Master Ren's grave and the surrounding graves. You can judge good or bad by the burning of the incense. "

Seeing Wu Qizhe and the two apprentices both look like this, with an eye-opening appearance, Jiu Shu suddenly felt satisfied.

"Okay, let's talk about it today. You will finish the incense and get the hill early." As he said, he instructed the two apprentices: "Remember, every grave must be incense!" After saying that, Uncle Ji went down the mountain. He wanted to accept Wu Qizhe as an apprentice, but he was not in a hurry, and the other party's character also needed to be studied.

"Since all are left, let's do a favor together." After saying that, Qiu Sheng divided a part of the incense in his hand to Wu Qizhe.

The three of them split up to incense the surrounding graves.

Qiu Sheng bends down and sprays incense on the heads of the graves, and soon there will be the last grave on his side.

Qiu Sheng looked around and found that there was no one, so he began to untie his belt, and couldn't help it.

Hush, it's going to be suffocated.

After a busy afternoon, the master really treats his apprentice as an animal!

Unbuttoning his pants and taking out the artifact, Qiu Sheng was facing the tombstone and began to patter.

"Huh, what are you doing?"

Unpretentiously, there was a voice suddenly, so scared that Qiu Sheng had just released half of the liquid and he just suffocated it.

Looking around, no one.

Wow, hit a ghost!

Taking a step back, with a snap, the family directly stepped on the ground that had just been soaked.

Go, guess the pee, do you want to be so unlucky.

Before Qiusheng turned his head, he ran into Wu Qizhe who was walking oncoming.

Wu Qizhe's mouth twitched: "Qiusheng what are you doing, panicked."

"No, it's nothing." He said the remaining incense in his hand and gave Wu Qizhe directly: "These are all for you, remember to put them all on!"

After finishing speaking, he didn't wait for Wu Qizhe's reaction, and fled straight away.

Wu Qizhe looked at the tombstone in front of him. Although he didn't have any yin and yang eyes and couldn't see why, there was a chill in the surroundings during these dog days.

Qiusheng is really ignorant and fearless in doing things!

There are only two grave heads left. Wu Qizhe inserted a small part of the image in one of them. He looked at the grave head with water marks next to him. He did not take a close look at the portrait on it: "All these are given to you. Don't blame him. He is thinking It’s not bad, it’s not intentional."

After finishing the incense, Wu Qizhe clapped his hands and turned away.

"thank you."

A beautiful female voice came from behind.

"No thanks." Wu Qizhe didn't turn around, raised his arm and waved behind him.

"..."

He said so, but Wu Qizhe couldn't help but speed up.

......

Yizhuang.

"Master, look at this incense!"

Qiusheng and Wencai, who hurried back to Yizhuang from the mountain, took the incense after burning and handed it to the Jiushu who was offering incense to the ancestor.

Holding the incense in his hand, the lengths were different, one long and two short, Jiu Shu's expression changed.

"People are most afraid of three longs and two shorts, and the most fear of two shorts and long incenses. It just happens to be burned like this!"

Looking at the incense in his hand, Uncle Ji sighed.

Wencai was about to eat the tribute on the counter, and was glared by Jiu Shu.

Uncle Ji continued: "If this incense comes out at home, there must be someone lost in it."

"Is it at Master Ren's house?" Wen Cai asked.

Jiu Shu glared at Wencai: "Could it be here!"

After speaking, carrying his hands on his back, walked around the coffin.

"It doesn't matter to me, I don't worry about it." Wen Cai, who was about to eat the tribute, looked at Qiu Sheng beside him, and said indifferently.

"Will that master Ren's daughter be okay?" Qiu Sheng, who put his hand in his pocket, asked suddenly.

"Oh, it will be difficult for someone with the surname Ren anyway!" Wencai waved his hand and said.

As soon as they finished speaking, both of them were taken aback.

"Tingting." Wencai rushed to find Jiu Shu, but was stopped by Qiu Sheng.

"Hey, you're not saying that it doesn't matter to you, and you don't worry about it." Qiu Sheng grabbed Wen Cai's shoulder and smiled.

"That's not what I said. If you can save your sweetheart, marriage won't be a problem." Wen Cai said excitedly.

"Hey." Qiu Sheng stretched his voice.

"Hey." Wen Cai looked at Qiu Sheng.

"Fair competition!"

"OK!"

Following Wencai's agreement, the two rushed to the Jiu Shu who was still staring at the coffin in thought.

"Master, think of a way." Qiu Sheng said imploringly.

"Yes, Master." Wen Cai was more anxious than Qiu Sheng.

"I thought about it a long time ago, otherwise, why should someone bring the coffin back." Uncle Ji held his arm and looked at the coffin.

"Is there a problem with this coffin?" Wen Cai asked in a puzzled way.

"The coffin is okay. There is a problem with the dead inside." Uncle Jiu walked to the other side with his hands behind his back.

"I also think something is wrong." Wen Cai looked at the coffin and said thoughtfully.

"Yes, it hasn't rotted for twenty years." Qiu Sheng echoed.

Looking at each other, the two seemed to think of something, and at the same time they walked to the other side of the coffin and pushed open the lid of the coffin.

The lid of the coffin was pushed aside, and looking at the corpse inside, it changed again.

Not long ago, the corpse's complexion was still pale and dry, but at this moment it had begun to turn black, and the skin on his face had begun to appear wrinkled.

"Wow, it's a blessing."

Hearing the sound, Uncle Ji immediately put down the things in his hands, walked to the coffin, looked down, his eyes shifted from the face of the corpse to the hands on his waist.

On the dry palms and on the fingertips, the nails with blue glistening light, I don't know when they started, they have grown very long.

"Get it up quickly." Without a word, Uncle Ji asked the two of them to get it up quickly.

"Prepare paper, pen, ink, knife and sword." Instructed the two apprentices who had covered the coffin.

"What?" The two looked at Uncle Ji at the same time.

Uncle Jiu was depressed. He was almost irritated by two foolish apprentices. He reminded him: "Yellow paper, red pen, black ink, kitchen knife, wooden sword!"

"Oh." The two responded and hurriedly prepared.

A few minutes later, Uncle Ji grabbed a big **** by the neck.

"Master, use chicken again!" Wen Cai looked happy.

Every time, after killing the chicken, there is chicken to eat, which is the best.

"Yeah." Uncle Ji glared at Wencai.

Wencai immediately put away his smile when he was stared at by the master.

"Take it, it's so talkative." Passed the wooden sword in his hand to Wen Cai, took the kitchen knife and wiped it neatly on the chicken's neck. Uncle Nine pointed the bleeding place of the chicken's neck to the mouth of the bowl, allowing all the rooster's blood to flow into the bowl.

Immediately, the practice was officially opened.

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