Hong Kong variety show: Beauty and Bones

Hearing this, Wencai was stunned at first, but then he reacted. He patted his chest as if relieved and said with a smile: "Oh, that's good, then it's okay! As the saying goes, if it doesn't concern you, just stay out of it! Hehe..."

At this moment, Qiu Sheng put his hands leisurely in his pockets, approached with curiosity and asked, "Will Master Ren's daughter also be implicated and get into trouble?"

Wencai waved his hand nonchalantly and replied casually, "I think so!"

However, just as he said this, he suddenly realized that Mr. Ren’s daughter was the beautiful Ren Tingting!

In an instant, his face changed drastically, and he turned to Uncle Jiu anxiously and shouted, "Oh, no, Master! Tingting must not be in any danger!"

Ren Yinyin, who was standing nearby, couldn't help but purse his lips and smile upon seeing this. He deliberately imitated Wencai's tone and said teasingly, "Hey, Senior Brother, weren't you just saying that it's none of your business and you don't have to worry about it? Why are you so anxious now?"

"You don't understand. If I save my sweetheart's life, then getting married won't be a problem!" Wencai argued confidently.

"Hey, compete fairly!" Qiu Sheng reminded Wencai.

Wencai nodded, "Is it fair competition?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the two of them rushed to Uncle Jiu, wanting to know how to save Ren Tingting.

"I think you are just dreaming!" Ren Yinyin muttered softly and ran to find his master.

Of course, she didn't want anything to happen to Ren Tingting, so she wanted to ask her master if there was any way to avoid it.

"Master, think of a solution!" Qiu Sheng urged his uncle, who was standing in front of Old Master Ren's coffin with a frown in thought.

"Yes, Master!" Wencai and Ren Yinyin said at the same time.

"Of course I have thought of a solution, otherwise, why would I carry the coffin back?" Uncle Jiu's face was as calm as water, but his slightly raised eyebrows and eyes flashing with confidence still revealed a hint of pride deep in his heart.

"I knew that there is nothing in this world that can stump you, Master!" Ren Yinyin looked at Uncle Jiu with admiration on her face, and praised her generously, her voice as clear and loud as a yellow oriole singing out of a valley.

Hearing this, the corners of Uncle Jiu's mouth lifted unconsciously. Qiu Sheng and Wen Cai, who were standing by, naturally did not want to be outdone and used all their skills to flatter him crazily.

"Oh my, Master, you are so awesome! You are simply a god descending to earth!" Qiu Sheng said with a flattering smile.

"Yes, yes, Master, you are the great hero and savior in our hearts! With you here, all the demons and monsters will be scared to death!" Wencai was even more exaggerated, gesticulating and echoing.

On the surface, Uncle Jiu still looked calm and composed, as if he didn't care about the flattery, but in fact, he was already very happy in his heart.

However, as a master, he couldn't show it too obviously, so he cleared his throat in a serious manner and said, "Alright, alright, all of you stop talking nonsense, be quiet, and listen carefully to what I have to say!"

"Yes, Master!" Qiu Sheng, Wencai and Ren Yinyin answered in unison, then stood in a row respectfully, waiting for Uncle Jiu's teachings.

I saw Uncle Jiu with his hands behind his back, walking slowly to the side. Seemingly casually, he gently covered his smile that was almost reaching his ears with his sleeves.

After a brief pause, he slowly spoke: "Ahem, people, to live, all depends on a breath. If you lose this breath, you will die. However, for those dead bodies, if they are not able to spit out before taking their last breath, then this resentment will continue to condense in the body and will not dissipate for a long time. Over time, not only will the corpse not rot, but it will become extremely stiff and unable to decompose normally. By that time..."

Having said that, Uncle Jiu deliberately kept the audience in suspense and did not continue.

"What happened in the end? Master, please tell us quickly!" Wencai, who was impatient, could not hold back his curiosity and asked impatiently.

Uncle Jiu glared at Wencai fiercely and replied unhappily, "Eventually, they will turn into terrifying zombies! And these zombies love to suck the blood of their loved ones, because only the blood of their descendants can help them evolve and become stronger!"

"Oh, what should I do?" Wencai was anxious. Ren Tingting was his sweetheart, and nothing could happen to her!

"Master, let's go and remind Mr. Ren and Tingting to be careful!" Ren Yinyin said.

"No need!" Uncle Jiu shook his head. He was just guessing. Ren Fa would never believe it and would definitely think he was making excuses.

"Prepare paper, pen, ink, and sword!"

"What is that?" Qiu Shengwencai asked in confusion.

"Master, is it yellow paper, red pen, black ink, kitchen knife, and wooden sword?" Ren Yinyin said. She remembered that her master had taught her once.

"That's right!" Uncle Jiu smiled at Ren Yinyin with satisfaction. Then he looked at Wencai Qiusheng, his expression changing as he shouted angrily, "You two, didn't you hear what your junior sister said? Why don't you get ready?"

"Yes, Master!" Qiu Sheng and Wencai ran out quickly, complaining that their master was a master of changing faces.

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Uncle Jiu, dressed in a yellow Taoist robe, stood solemnly before the altar. He grasped a rooster with bright feathers and a fiery red comb in his hands, and Qiu Sheng slashed the rooster's neck with a kitchen knife.

The rooster's blood was caught in a bowl, and then Uncle Jiu reached into the rice bowl, leaving a grain of rice on his fingertip. He muttered something and stretched out his finger to light the rice among the incense and candles.

The flaming grain of rice was dropped precisely into the bowl of rooster blood.

The chicken blood instantly ignited into a raging fire, illuminating the entire altar red.

When the fire died down a bit, Uncle Jiu quickly poured the ink he had prepared into the pot and began to stir it. As he stirred, a mysterious and powerful force seemed to gather within the ink.

Then, Uncle Jiu danced his hands, forming complex hand seals while chanting the incantation again. Finally, he suddenly turned the Bagua plate upside down on the bowl, and the enchanted ink was poured into the inkwell.

After completing this series of operations, Uncle Jiu carefully picked up the ink fountain and handed it to Qiu Sheng beside him, earnestly admonishing him, "Qiu Sheng, Wencai, this ink fountain is a sharp weapon for warding off evil and avoiding disaster. Later, you must evenly apply its ink line to the entire coffin. Don't miss any spots!"

"Master, wipe your hands!" Seeing that the spell was completed, Ren Yinyin handed Uncle Jiu a towel.

Uncle Jiu took it, wiped his hands, and observed the condition of Old Master Ren's coffin.

Qiu Sheng respectfully took the inkstone, nodded, and said, "Got it, Master!"

After saying that, he and Wencai walked quickly towards the coffin placed not far away.

Arriving in front of the coffin, the two exchanged glances, then began to work in unison. Qiu Sheng held the inkstone, while Wen Cai helped him stretch the ink line to the appropriate length.

Accompanied by crisp sounds, the inkstones blessed by magic power shot out one after another and landed accurately on the surface of the coffin, forming a net.

While the two were busy, Uncle Jiu stood quietly by and watched their every move.

Seeing his two apprentices working diligently, Uncle Jiu nodded in satisfaction and said, "People can be divided into good and bad, just as corpses can be divided into dead and zombies. When encountering evil creatures like zombies, you must not take it lightly. You must use the skills you have learned to subdue them to prevent them from harming the world."