Uncle Nine, where are you running to?

She asked, "What will happen if it burns like this?"

Lin Jiu answered subconsciously:

"Didn't the person behind you teach you?"

"........."

Jingzhi gave him a very complicated look. Lin Jiu couldn't understand the look in her eyes. He only heard her snort coldly.

That sound actually made him feel a little helpless.

However, once the words are spoken, it is difficult to take them back.

Just as the two of them were at a stalemate, Qiu Sheng seemed to notice something and quickly asked again:

"Master, what will happen if it burns like this?"

Lin Jiu took a step back, walked around her and slowly placed the incense on the table, then slowly said:

"If this kind of incense is found in a house, someone must have died."

Wencai panicked: "Then, what about Tingting... Master, please think of a solution!"

Jingzhi couldn't help but frown. In her eyes, Tingting was no different from those girls of her grandchildren's generation. She really couldn't bear to see her get into trouble.

So, she couldn't help but ask aloud:

"Ajiu, is there any way to avoid this?"

Lin Jiu pursed his lips, pulled Jingzhi's sleeve to the corner of the coffin, coughed lightly, and said in a low voice:

"Don't call me Ah Jiu. I don't want people to misunderstand me."

Jingzhi, who thought he had finally come to her senses and was willing to approach her, suddenly had a smile on her face.

After a few seconds, she used a little force to brush off his sleeve and said coldly:

"...I understand. Then I'll call you... Uncle Jiu, just like everyone else."

"……it is good."

Seeing that he actually agreed to it, Jing Yi froze, took a few quick steps, faced the corner, and suddenly became withdrawn.

Wencai was stunned. He went over and tugged at the corner of her clothes, muttering something in a low voice. Lin Jiu only heard Jingzhi sigh lightly, say "I'm going to cook", and then turn and leave.

Qiu Sheng knew that she was unhappy, and was about to chase after her to comfort her, but was stopped by Lin Jiu.

"Don't leave yet."

"Master..."

Lin Jiu closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, his eyes were filled with seriousness about the matter:

"Work first, I'll explain it to her later."

Qiu Sheng whispered, "It's better this way."

"...Tsk."

The room fell silent instantly.

Lin Jiu rolled his eyes at him, then slowly walked to the altar and said:

"Prepare paper, pen, ink, knife, and sword."

Wencai looked confused: "What?"

Just as he finished speaking, he was hit hard on the head. Lin Jiu said angrily:

"Where did you remember everything I told you?! Yellow paper, red pen, black ink, real sword, wooden sword!"

"Oh, I'll get it!"

Just as he finished speaking, the door creaked open with a sound and was pushed open by a foot from outside. It was the same white embroidered shoe with a little red mud.

Lin Jiu suddenly realized that it was impolite to look at a girl's feet. He quickly looked away and glanced at Ren Fa's father's wrinkled face to suppress his inner restlessness.

Fortunately, the ugly appearance of the corpse was still of some use. After looking at it for a while, Lin Jiu felt calm.

……

Jingzhi stuffed everything in her hand into Wencai's arms, and handed the rooster in her right hand to Qiu Sheng.

Strangely, the rooster was quiet in Jingzhi's hands, but as soon as it left Jingzhi's hands, it flapped its wings, and Qiu Sheng almost let it run away.

After he had grasped the chicken feet tightly, Jingzhi said to him calmly:

"After bleeding, remember to bring the chicken to the kitchen."

After saying that, he walked out without even glancing at the crowd.

Wencai came back to his senses, looked at the things in his arms, and suddenly said to Lin Jiu with a happy face:

"Master, they are all correct. They are the things you just mentioned."

“…Bring it here.”

Seeing that she was fully prepared and even knew to catch a rooster, it seemed that she must have seen someone perform a ritual.

Never mind, knowing this meant that the other party was also a fellow traveler. If he asked more, it would only make her even more unhappy.

Lin Jiu put aside his doubts about her for the time being, took the kitchen knife from Wencai's hand, plucked a few feathers from the rooster's neck, and then began to bleed it.

In a flash, the chicken died and half a bowl of blood was spilled. Lin Jiu raised his hand and asked Wencai to go to the kitchen to deal with the chicken.

Then he took a grain of rice from the altar and swirled it around the candle flame. In an instant, the rice grain ignited a cluster of blue sparks at his fingertips. He took the opportunity to flick the sparks into the bowl of chicken blood.

Fire is yang, and roosters crow towards the sun, so their blood is full of yang energy. When the two are added together, the yang energy is even stronger, and it is specifically targeted at yin and cold things.

When the sparks burned out, Lin Jiu quickly added ink. With his fingers flying, he picked up the Bagua mirror on the table and covered the bowl, then poured the black and red liquid into the ink fountain bit by bit.

The whole process took only a few breaths, and Jingzhi, whose job was taken away, had returned to the door at some point.

As I looked at him, I actually saw some of Lin Feng's shadow in him, and I couldn't help but feel a little dazed.

Perhaps she was stunned and forgot to look away. When Lin Jiu handed the inkstone to Qiu Sheng, he noticed her.

He didn't want to make things awkward, so he cleared his throat and asked softly:

"Are you free? Let Wencai take care of the chicken. You and Qiusheng can draw the ink line on this coffin."

"……it is good."

Jingzhi quickly suppressed her personal emotions. Since she had offered to be someone's assistant, it was her duty to do these things. She rubbed her face, took a deep breath, and then slowly walked towards Qiu Sheng.

Qiu Sheng curled his lips, and after he and Lin Jiu closed the lid of the coffin, he handed one end of the string to Jingzhi, and the two of them slowly started playing.

While playing, he secretly complained to himself, wondering when his master had ever spoken to them in such a nice tone. That tone was the first time he had heard his master use.

Thinking of this, he silently raised his head again, wanting to sneak a peek at Lin Jiu's expression at the moment, but was suddenly startled by Lin Jiu who was leaning over to observe him.

"What are you looking at me for? Look at the coffin. Play it well and don't miss a beat!"

The sound was quite loud, and Qiu Sheng, who was close to him, felt a buzzing in his ears.

Qiu Sheng: Treating her differently, right? I don't know if Master treats her this way because she's a woman, or if it's because he's... secretly attracted to her without realizing it...

The two of them played quietly, each with their own thoughts. When they were almost done with the coffin, Jingzhi suddenly discovered that there was something wrong with the bottom of the coffin.

"Ah...Uncle Jiu, come and take a look. What should we do next?"

Lin Jiu half squatted down and looked down, thinking to himself that something was not good.

I saw that the bottom of the coffin was one degree darker than the wooden boards on both sides, obviously soaked with water vapor, and a human-shaped white frost began to solidify in the middle of the bottom.

She asked, "If the Yin energy condenses into frost and is applied to the ink line, will it melt quickly?"

Lin Jiu gently broke off a small frost thorn and placed it in his palm for careful inspection. Sure enough, in less than a moment, it turned into a small pool of cold water.

He flicked off the water droplets, pondered for a while, then stood up, took the wick from the wall, made a few hand seals with his fingers, and then threw the wick out.

There was a loud "bang" and the flames instantly spread across the entire bottom of the coffin. All the water droplets disappeared and the fire was quickly extinguished as the negative energy dissipated.

Jingzhi looked down and saw that it was another good coffin board, without even a black mark.

It seems that his Taoist skills are still superb in this life.

"Play it."

Jingzhi and Qiu Sheng lowered their heads and played the piano carefully, asking:

"Uncle Jiu, the Yin energy is growing from corpses. If the firelight hits it, won't it last long?"

Lin Jiu frowned, but nodded secretly at Jingzhi's attentiveness. Although Qiu Sheng, that brat, was smart, even he didn't notice the problem.

"...We will set out to find a new tomb tomorrow morning. We can't wait any longer."

As he said this, he seemed worried and called Qiu Sheng, who had just finished playing with the inkstone, to bring him a hemp rope.

Finally, the coffin was tied up like a big dumpling, and Lin Jiu felt a little relieved.

"Go take a break, you've been busy all day."

It felt good to work together. Jingzhi felt inexplicably happy. She smiled at Lin Jiu and said:

"It's just a small thing, why are you so tired? I'm going to cook!"

After saying that, she stepped out of the door with brisk steps and went straight to the kitchen.

Qiu Sheng nudged Lin Jiu's arm:

"Hey, Master, you really don't want to consider it? Look at how nice her personality is, and she's pretty—Ouch! Don't hit me in the face, don't hit me in the face!"

"...Sweep the floor, it's covered in mud!"

Lin Jiu threw the feather duster back onto the altar with a clang, pointed at the red mud footprints on the ground and said to Qiu Sheng.

……

At dinner, they finally had some meat. Qiu Sheng and Wencai ate with their mouths full of oil and were reluctant to even raise their heads.

Lin Jiu looked at the red chicken drumstick in his bowl and felt it was not good to show a sour face to others, so he pulled the corner of his mouth and said softly:

"Thank you for your hard work. You should eat too."

Perhaps because he always had a stern face, his smile was a little strange, even a little funny, but Jingzhi was overjoyed at the moment when she got a little response, and it seemed like there was a little person spinning and dancing in her heart.

She smiled often, but her smile at this moment was the most natural one since Lin Jiu had met her.

She said softly: "Okay, I'll eat too!"

Qiu Sheng looked left and right, and suddenly smiled.

It seems that his master is not hopeless after all.

Just ordinary colleagues, it's so harmonious now.

Anyway, he didn't want to experience the awkward silence again...