As the last coffin nail was lifted out, the atmosphere at the scene involuntarily became tense. Everyone's mentality at this time is like that of children setting off firecrackers. They are very interested in the matter itself, but they are afraid of being hurt.
Zhang Daochang walked forward with the canopy ruler in his hand, and after leaving behind the two young men who seemed to be the most courageous, he asked everyone else to retreat from the room. The two young men each held an iron rod in their hands, and were about to listen to Daoist Zhang's order to open the coffin.
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"Not good, back quickly!" I sniffled in the crowd, and a breath of corpse came to my nostrils. I tried my best to push the villagers who stood in front of me and watched the excitement to both sides and shouted loudly.
"Boom!" Before the words could finish, the lid of the coffin shot up into the sky. It smashed through the roof and flew out. Then he sat up in the coffin and lifted up the corpse. The corpse was dressed in a black shroud, and its face was pale and blue, and a few maggots drilled out of its nostrils to show its existence there.
"Let's go!" Seeing this, Daoist Zhang drew a foot towards Tianling Gai, who had lifted the corpse, and hurriedly shouted at the two stunned young men on the spot.
With a sound of "铛", the canopy ruler slapped the top of the corpse's head, making the sound of gold and iron. After receiving this blow, Qi Shi immediately became ferocious. One jumped out of the coffin in a daze, turned around and grabbed Daoist Zhang who was attacking him.
"Ren Gao protects me, Ding Chou protects me, Ren He saves me, Ding You protects..." Zhang Daochang stepped back again and again in shock, and at the same time he recited Liu Ding's body protection mantra. However, I don't study hard enough on weekdays. Before he had time to finish the spell, he was already scratched by the corpse's claws.
"Ah!" Daoist Zhang Xueran screamed in an instant. Smelling the smell of human blood, the dead body will not let him go. Raising his arms, he grabbed Zhang Daozhang's neck, opened his mouth and bit down on his neck.
"Take the folks away!" I hurriedly shouted to the bewildered Uncle Zhao, and then pushed aside the startled villagers in front of me. After a few strides, he rushed to the desperate Zhang Daochang, swung the money sword and slapped the corpse on the cheek.
The money sword used to be a magic weapon carried by the adoptive father, so how can it be compared with the miscellaneous goods in Zhang Daochang's hands? This blow only caused a puff of white smoke to rise from the face of the corpse, followed by a smell of corpse.
"Fellow Daoist, save me!" Daoist Zhang, who had already been strangled to pieces by the corpse, hurriedly struggled and shouted to me when he saw the situation.
I heard that two swords hit the corpse's arms one after another, tearing it apart. The temper of this thing is the same as that of the monsters in the game. Whoever beats him hard will have his hatred on him. He hit me three times in a row, threw Zhang Daochang out with all his might, and then rushed towards me waving his arms in a daze.
"Take some rooster blood, and use the blood to mix cinnabar. Can you draw the Thunder Curse? Draw a spare one, go!" The situation is urgent, and I don't care about being polite with Zhang Daochang. With a slash of the Qian Qian sword, he forced the dead body back two steps, and shouted to Zhang Daochang who stood up and staggered towards the door.
The dead body was locked in a coffin, after two nights of yin and yang. Just now I saw Zhang Daochang's blood again, and now there is a tendency to develop white hair stiffness. If his father was there, a sword of money would be enough to destroy him. But my days of cultivation are short, and the other one is still lacking in experience. At this moment, with just this money sword, it might be a bit difficult to suppress this dead body.
"Damn it!" While speaking, he looked at the Taoist priest again, and he ran out of the door and disappeared. I cursed loudly, and accelerated the dance rhythm of the money sword in my hand, which would block the corpse in front of me.
"Don't let it run out, or it will suffer for a hundred miles around. Come and help me stop it." While beating, I retreated to the altar outside the door, trying to find a chance to draw the Thunderbolt Talisman.
If I didn't yell this sentence, there were still a few people hiding from a distance to watch, but when I yelled this, everyone scattered. Now I am left alone, plus this dead body is playing lively here.
"Hey!" I was staggered by the arm of the dead body, and fell backwards from the door. Qishi opened his stinky mouth with few teeth left, jumped around and ran after me. His figure had just been exposed to the sun, and there was a burst of hissing. The sunlight ignited a puff of smoke from the corpse's body. If he stayed in the sun for a while longer, he might be able to incinerate it with the scorching sun above his head.
"Damn it, you keep chasing it! Come on, come on!" The corpse retreated back into the room intimidated by the sunlight, I turned over from the ground and shouted at it with jumping feet. Seeing that it was only baring its teeth and claws in the shadows of the house, it didn't dare to step out. I put the money sword in my waist, trotted to the altar and grabbed the strong cock that was tied up. Cracked a saucer with a clatter, picked up a piece of china and cut a rooster's comb.
Regardless of the rooster’s loud and clear crowing and protesting to me, I held it upside down and pinched the comb and squeezed some blood from the comb into a plate filled with cinnabar. I picked up a pen with cinnabar stained with cinnabar and began to draw on the yellow paper. symbol.
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"Thunder light and lightning, fire meteor. Fuchen and generals, head southward with fierce faces. Messenger of hook face, stand up and shake the universe. Messenger of fierce face, cover the dry spirit. Messenger of throwing eyes, shake the god of thunder. Messenger of eye-catching, line up and spread Battalion. The eight kills are mighty, chasing the wing star. The divine soldier team, the order of the nine heavens. If you dare not obey the order, you will be destroyed. The divine soldier is in a hurry!" Using the Thunder Curse, hid the amulet in the palm of his hand, and stepped on the seven-star step to force the dead body.
"Bang, bang, bang!" I slapped the corpse desperately, and I slapped the thunder talisman lingering with lightning on its forehead. There was a sound of thunder, and half of the corpse's head was blown to pieces, and then fell to the ground in a daze, with a few electric arcs occasionally appearing on the body to sizzle there.
I looked at the corpse on the ground that was covered in green smoke, picked up the canopy ruler that Zhang Daochang left in the house, and clubbed it twice. Seeing that there was no response from it, he breathed a sigh of relief.
"It's solved, it's all right, come out!" I raised my hand to wipe off the sweat on my forehead, rubbed the sore place on my body from the beating of the dead body, and went to the door and shouted.
"Senior brother is really good at tricks, Mr. Zhang has the eyes not to recognize the real king, so I apologize here, Fusheng Wuliang Tianzun!" Daoist Zhang came out of the grass, and he came to me with a red face and said.
"Xiao Cheng Daochang really inherited the mantle of Zhendaochang. Don't leave tonight. I'll cook some dishes and let's have a few drinks." Uncle Zhao also got out of a hidden grove, and walked in front of me rather quickly. Said in embarrassment.
"Before noon, I set up a pile of firewood and burned the corpse!" Having received the recognition and respect of everyone, I was also very happy in my heart, so I made a suggestion there.
"Senior brother, what are you talking about!" Within half a day, I was called by Daozhang Zhang. From a young boy, a fellow daoist, to a senior brother.
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