Fox Demon Crossing

In fact, the custom of burial has been passed down since ancient times.

The older generation believed that after a person died, the body should be buried in the ground so that the soul could leave the body and ascend to the sky.

According to "Han Dai Wai Chuan", when a person dies, he is called a ghost. Ghost means returning. The spirit returns to heaven and the body returns to the earth.

In the opinion of Taoist Qianhe, the souls of people who died of natural causes will be guided into the underworld by the servants of the underworld. Whether they are buried or cremated does not make much difference to the dead people.

The main purpose of burial is to bring good luck to future generations and to find a Feng Shui treasure land to bury ancestors to protect future generations. Generally speaking, there are many benefits of burial.

According to Minister Wu, the deceased prince was the younger brother of the current emperor and must be sent back to the court, and everything must be left to the emperor to deal with.

If they burned the prince's body and caused the emperor to become furious, that would be a serious crime that would involve the entire nine generations of the clan.

"There's no other way. Since we can't burn it, we have to find other ways to stabilize it. When we return to the court, there will be experts to handle this matter. Xiaodong and Xiaoxi, you two should quickly send someone to order a copper-horned gold coffin." Taoist Qianhe instructed: "Xiaonan, you soak the ink fountain net overnight, and remember to use a thicker rope. Xiaobei, help me prepare a big rooster and a big pure black dog."

"Yes, Master."

After arranging these things, Taoist Qianhe noticed that Jin Renfeng was staring with curiosity at the scene he had seen from afar where a righteous sect was besieging a great evil monk who had attained enlightenment by refining corpses.

The evil monk sacrificed his natal zombie. Those Jindan monks were no match for him. Several Yuanying monks joined forces to besiege it but were unable to take it down quickly. In the end, it was a righteous Yuanying ancestor who took out the sect's magic weapon to successfully suppress and kill the zombie.

That scene was really quite shocking.

It’s a pity that Taoist Qianhe doesn’t know how to control corpses, otherwise he could try to practice on the zombie.

"Xiaoyang, were you scared when you saw a zombie for the first time?" asked Taoist Qianhe.

"After death, the body does not decay, and absorbs the negative energy of the earth veins to form zombies." Seeing that Jin Renfeng was not afraid of the scene in front of him, Taoist Qianhe was deeply relieved and explained: "Zombies are things that cannot enter the six reincarnations and are abandoned by heaven and earth. They survive by sucking blood. They are very dangerous."

"Master, do you think zombies have souls?"

"Of course not."

"Then why do zombies move? Why do they suck blood? Why do they attack living things?"

Taoist Qianhe smiled and replied, "Although zombies have no souls, that doesn't mean they have no spirits. People have three souls and seven spirits. When a person dies, the heavenly soul returns to heaven, the earthly soul returns to the underworld, and the human soul wanders around the cemetery. When a person dies, the three souls will leave the body immediately, while the seven spirits will not dissipate until the flesh is completely transformed into bones."

"So-called zombies, all their actions are actually driven by their body's instincts. They are also affected by the seven souls remaining in their bodies. These seven souls represent anger, sorrow, fear, love, hatred, desire, and the desire to survive. I think you can understand what I said."

"Then Master, if that's the case, and people practice cremation in the future, will there be no more zombies?"

Taoist Qianhe couldn't help but laugh a few times after hearing what Jin Renfeng said, thinking: "Children are children after all. Although this is true, burial has been passed down since ancient times and has long been deeply rooted in people's hearts. How can it be easily changed?"

"Xiaoyang, some things involve many factors, and we can't just look at the surface."

Seeing Jin Renfeng seeming to understand but not quite, Taoist Qianhe patted his head and said, "You are still young. It is normal that you don't understand now. You will understand slowly in the future."

Two days later.

Everyone is ready.

A group of people pulled the heavy copper-horned golden coffin and headed towards the interior of the country.

Ever since he left in anger that day, Minister Wu has never been kind to Taoist Qianhe, and Jin Renfeng and several other disciples have also been implicated.

This made Taoist Qianhe a little puzzled. He thought that he did not seem to have offended him. In the end, he could only conclude that the eunuch's character was difficult to understand with common sense.

Along the way, Jin Renfeng always followed behind the team.

In this team, only the young prince was qualified to be carried by others. The hierarchy was very strict. What made him speechless was that the coffin cart was pulled by a group of soldiers. Of course, the main force was a donkey. The coffin took the place where he had been when he came.

He thought to himself that if it weren't for the donkey cart that Taoist Qianhe bought on the way here, the coffin would have to be pushed by manpower. At this moment, the weather was hot, there was not a single cloud in the sky, and the sun was like a huge furnace, scorching the entire earth, making the hot summer always make people restless.

During the journey, the team stopped and started. At night, they set up tents in an open space to camp. Everyone stayed in the tent and didn't want to move. Jin Renfeng sat alone in a corner of the tent and began to practice the Maoshan Kung Fu taught to him by Taoist Qianhe - Maoshan Qi-nourishing Technique.

This set of Qi-nourishing Techniques was exactly what the original owner had practiced, and there was no need to change it. One of the apprentice brothers said, "Alas, you don't have to practice so hard. Cultivation is not something that can be done overnight. You will have plenty of time to practice slowly after you return. There is no need to rush now." Another apprentice brother agreed, "That's right. I am so tired now. How can I have the energy to practice? I just want to sleep now..." A young apprentice asked, "Xiaobei, where did the master go?" Xiaobei replied, "The master said to check the coffin to see if there is anything missing." Another apprentice brother sighed, "The master is really making a fuss. The golden coffin is so heavy that even four strong men can't lift it. What's more, those zombies suppressed by the master's corpse-suppressing talisman, even if they are alive and kicking, they probably can't open the coffin lid..."

Jin Renfeng practiced silently. Although he did not respond to their complaints, he did hear them. These fellow Taoist priests were really rookies. Zombies could not be speculated according to conventional logic. So Jin Renfeng closed his eyes and practiced, while his other four fellow Taoist priests chatted for a while and fell asleep one after another.

After a long time, Taoist Qianhe returned with a tired body, glanced at Jin Renfeng who was practicing in the corner, and looked at the four disciples who were snoring like dead pigs, shaking their heads and smiling bitterly. It was obvious that they were not suitable for practice. Xiaodong and Xiaonan were not young anymore, but they still had no progress in practice. Last time they were asked to catch ghosts alone, one was teased by the ghost, and the other was even more powerful. He was confused by the female ghost and his yang energy was almost sucked dry overnight, which was simply embarrassing for the Maoshan Taoist priests. Xiaoxi was sent to practice with Taoist Qianhe nine years ago because his family was not able to make ends meet and he had two brothers. However, two years ago, one of his two brothers died on the battlefield and the other was seriously ill. Now he is the only one left in the family. This time, sending the royal zombie back to Beijing is also the time for him to go home to continue the incense. Among the four, Xiaobei has the best talent for practice. Although he has a lively personality, who hasn't been young? If Jin Renfeng hadn't appeared, Taoist Qianhe's future inheritance would have been largely handed over to him...

Taoist Qianhe fell into deep thought. Chapter 72: First meeting four eyes, God is blind

The next day, just after dawn, "Get up, everyone, hurry up, we still have a long way to go." Soon, the team set off in a mighty manner. "Master, looking at the situation, it is impossible to reach the capital without seven or eight days. The weather is so hot. It's okay for us, but I'm afraid that my junior brother won't be able to bear it physically." Taoist Qianhe also began to worry. He couldn't let his apprentice sit on the coffin.

"Oh, I remember that Uncle Simu's house is nearby. I can ask Brother Simu to take care of Xiaoyang for a few days, and then pick him up after I'm done with my business." Taoist Qianhe suddenly clapped his hands and came up with an idea. Jin Renfeng followed behind and rolled his eyes, thinking that if he really did this, they would probably be separated by Yin and Yang in the future.

"Master, if I can't even bear this little hardship, then why should I practice Taoism?" Jin Renfeng said seriously, "Master, didn't you say that practicing Taoism is to cultivate the mind? I will never accept such an arrangement."

"Xiao Yang..." Taoist Master Qianhe was deeply moved, but at the same time he looked at the four disciples in the southeast, northwest and northeast with a look of regret, and said to them: "Learn from your little junior brother well. You are taking shortcuts every day. If you also have this kind of awareness, I would have taken you to Mount Maoshan to receive the talisman long ago."

They looked ashamed and bowed their heads. Then, Taoist Qianhe stopped talking about this matter. After driving for an unknown number of miles, the donkey cart moved forward on the winding path. Between the green mountains and green waters, two wooden houses could be vaguely seen in the distance.

Taoist Master Qianhe's expression brightened up, and he led everyone to take this road. There is a rule in Maoshan that if you pass by a fellow disciple's territory, you must visit him. When you are away from home, it is natural for friends to take care of each other. If you let people know that you are passing by but don't say hello, it is equivalent to making enemies.

As the team approached the house, four people came out: three men and one woman. They were Taoist Simu and his disciple Jiale, as well as Monk Ikkyu and his female disciple Jingjing. Two Taoists and a monk dressed as a monk came forward to greet them.

"Senior Brother." They saluted each other.

"Junior brother!" They greeted each other as they met.

"Master Chizuru, Amitabha." Monk Ikkyu put his hands together and performed a Buddhist salute.

"Master Ikkyu..." Taoist Qianhe turned around and shouted, "Why don't you come and pay your respects to your uncle!"

"Uncle-master!" the four said in unison.

Jin Renfeng imitated the other brothers, bowed and said, "Greetings, Uncle Master."

Taoist Simu looked at Jin Renfeng, a trace of surprise flashed across his face, and asked, "Junior brother, when did you accept another disciple?"

"A few days ago." Taoist Qianhe briefly recounted what happened that day.

"Chen Zaisheng?"

"So it's him." Taoist Simu thought for a moment and said suddenly, "Brother, do you still remember? When we were learning martial arts at Maoshan, there was the guy under Uncle Wang who had average talent but practiced diligently every day."

"Turns out it's him." Taoist Simu nodded, remembering the figure who had practiced hard in the past.

"Could it be him?!"

Apparently, Taoist Qianhe also remembered it.

Taoist Simu continued, "A few years ago, he was abandoned for practicing evil magic. Fortunately, Uncle Wang spared his life because he was once his disciple. But I didn't expect that he would have the idea of ​​possessing another's body. He really has a stubborn character."

Taoist Qianhe said with emotion: "Yes, the art of taking over another's body is extremely dangerous. He ended up with his soul torn apart, which is what he deserved."

"Junior brother is lucky." Taoist Simu said with a smile, "You picked up a disciple with a pure yang constitution for nothing. Among the brothers and sisters of our generation, I didn't expect that junior brother has the best fate."

"Brother, you are too kind. Jiale is very capable. My four useless disciples combined cannot compare to Jiale."

The two of them complimented each other.

Jiale, the disciple of Taoist Simu, was laughing non-stop. At this time, Minister Wu shouted, "Hey, what are you guys doing here?!"

Taoist Qianhe responded: "Minister Wu, I want to borrow some glutinous rice from you, Senior Brother."

"Sticky rice?"

Minister Wu frowned slightly and was about to speak when the young prince in the sedan chair next to him interrupted and said, "Minister Wu, let's rest here for a while."

Since the young prince had spoken, Minister Wu naturally had no objection and immediately waved his hand to signal everyone: "Everyone take a break and put your things down."

"Jia Le, go get some glutinous rice for your uncle."

After the Taoist Simu saw the golden coffin in the team, he walked over to take a closer look and asked, "This copper-horned golden coffin is wrapped with an ink fountain net. Could it be that there is a zombie inside?"

“Yes, it’s a zombie.”

"Then why don't you burn it instead of carrying it around?" asked the Taoist priest Simu in confusion.

Taoist Qianhe sighed: "This zombie is from the frontier royal family, we can't just burn it. We have to send it back to the capital as soon as possible. Please let the emperor decide."

“So that’s how it is.” The Taoist priest Simu nodded and said nothing more.

At this time, Monk Ikkyu walked around the copper-horned golden coffin and said, "Master Qianhe, why don't you remove the tent on the coffin so that it can absorb some sunlight and perhaps reduce some of the corpse gas."

When Taoist Qianhe heard this, he thought it was indeed a good idea: "That's right, thank you for the reminder, Master."

"East, west, east, west, and north!"

"In!" x4

Taoist Qianhe immediately ordered: "Tear down the tent."

Jin Renfeng didn't say a word during the whole journey. It was not until Jiale, the disciple of Taoist Simu, came back with a small bag of sticky rice that they continued their journey and said goodbye.

From beginning to end, they didn't even step into a room. But this was not because Taoist Qianhe and Taoist Simu had a bad relationship. In fact, when they were in Maoshan, they were old friends with Lin Fengjiao and Taoist Yimei for many years.

Night falls.

Jin Renfeng asked the four senior brothers to put up the tent on the coffin again because moonlight is beneficial to zombies.

They came to a forest and suddenly there was lightning and thunder, and soon it started to rain heavily.

"Quick! Quick! Quick! Put up the tent!"

"We need some help here!"

"Everyone pull together!"

Soon, the tent was set up. Fortunately, Jin Renfeng had asked several brothers to set up the tent on the coffin in advance, so the rain did not wet the coffin, and the ink net was also safe.

Jin Renfeng firmly believed that in this way, it would be impossible for zombies to mutate out of the coffin.

However, accidents always happen unexpectedly.

A bolt of lightning struck down and hit the tent on top of the coffin. With a "bang", the tent exploded.

Jin Renfeng was stunned for a moment.

There was another loud "boom", and this time the thunder struck the coffin directly. Several Qing soldiers who were pulling the cart were immediately turned into charcoal by the lightning.

It seems that God doesn't give her any face! No, it seems more like God is deliberately against Jin Renfeng.

"Oh no!"

Jin Renfeng realized that the situation was not good and heard "bang bang" sounds coming from inside the coffin. The power of the inkstone net washed by rain was weakened a lot, and the coffin lid was actually showing signs of being knocked open.

Taoist Qianhe responded immediately.

He leaped up, jumped onto the coffin, and shouted to his disciples: "Quick, bring me a rope!"

The four people from the east, south, west and north immediately understood what was going on, and quickly took out the thick ropes they had prepared in advance, and quickly tied the coffin tightly. At this moment, a roar suddenly came from the coffin, and the golden coffin lid and the Taoist Qianhe standing on it were knocked out together.

"Master!"

In the coffin, the Zombie Prince stood up and roared like a wild beast.

The eldest brother hurriedly drew out the peach wood sword from behind, shouted loudly, and swung the sword to stab the zombie king. Unfortunately, the good times didn't last long. The zombie king flew into the air, stabbed his claws directly into the eldest brother's chest, and then opened his mouth, revealing his sharp fangs, and bit the eldest brother's neck.

"what--"

"Xiaodong (Big Brother)!"

Taoist Qianhe was furious. He took out a palm-length golden sword from his arms, and made a sword gesture. The golden sword flew into the air, flashing with golden light. Taoist Qianhe shouted "Go!", and the golden sword instantly pierced into the back of the zombie prince.

As a stream of corpse gas leaked out, the Zombie Prince raised his head in pain and threw his eldest brother away with all his strength. After a deafening roar, the Golden Money Sword on his back exploded. It turned out that the red string fixed on the Golden Money Sword broke, and the gold coins scattered all over the ground.

Jin Renfeng quickly ran to the eldest senior brother and looked down. At this moment, the eldest senior brother was already breathing weakly, breathing out more than breathing in. He grabbed Jin Renfeng's arm and said with a ferocious face: "Run away!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the eldest brother's eyes lost their luster.

“Big Brother!”

Taoist Qianhe shouted urgently: "Tie up the corpse rope!"

The remaining three disciples quickly untied the ropes on their bodies, worked together to form a triangle formation, and temporarily tied up the Zombie King with corpse ropes.

Taoist Qianhe held the red peach wood sword in his hand and bit his middle finger hard. The bright red blood flowed across the sword and pierced directly into the abdomen of the Zombie Prince.