The three of them left the cafe.

Wen Cai followed the beauty Ren Tingting. Needless to say, he went to the rouge and gouache shop at Aunt Qiu Sheng's house.

Uncle Jiu wanted to call his apprentice over to keep Meng Fan company, so as to prevent him from becoming bored in Yizhuang because he was unfamiliar with the place.

However, Meng Fan immediately refused.

Because he saw an antique stall filled with copper coins from various eras.

The Little Five Emperors are useless, what about the Big Five Emperors?

Meng Fan wants to collect genuine Qin Ban Liang, Han Wu Baht, Tang Dynasty Kaiyuan, Song and Yuan Tongbao, and Ming Dynasty Yongle, and make a copper coin sword.

In this way, if you use cinnabar, sunlight, moonlight and other objects to sacrifice for a period of time, the magic weapon will be completed.

The antiques industry has been in deep trouble since ancient times. In the era of advanced technology, counterfeiting technology has indeed developed. However, in the era of backward technology, counterfeiting technology still has unique skills that have not been lost.

After rummaging through a pile of rusty ancient coins and secretly using his magic power to sense them, Meng Fan spent more than two hours visiting all the antique stalls in Renjia Town. Meng Fan finally collected twenty-one coins.

The copper coins of the Great Five Emperors with excellent appearance can be woven into a seven-star sword.

Among all the copper coin swords, the most top-notch magical weapon is the Qiankun Magic Sword, which requires one hundred and eight copper coins to be compiled, which combines thirty-six Tiangang and seventy-two Earthly Evil Swords.

The current conditions are limited, and it is very difficult to make a seven-star sword——

Since the Great Five Emperors are the common currency in all eras, their stock is not low. Therefore, even if the copper coins were of good quality, Meng Fan did not spend too much money and did not give them to Long Yang. He casually paid back the price and gave a few copper coins.

That’s it.

However, the place is small and the quantity is not that big.

…

Three days later.

The days were extremely peaceful, and Meng Fan enjoyed his leisure time. He practiced martial arts, read Taoist scriptures, placed the braided Seven-Star Sword in front of the portrait of the Maoshan Patriarch, and burned three sticks of incense at noon every day.

In addition, I just carry a bamboo pole to the river to fish.

Application time.

Uncle Jiu, dressed in an apricot-yellow Taoist robe, led Meng Fan, Qiu Sheng, and Wen Cai to a mountain in the suburbs to lift and move the coffin of the Ren family of the local tycoon.

"Uncle Jiu, how is this place?"

Mr. Ren's tone was full of show off: "People who studied Feng Shui back then said it was a treasure hole."

On the side, Ren Tingting changed out of her dress and put on traditional clothes, standing close to her father.

Meng Fan silently watched the development of the plot and was not interested in the conversation. However, Uncle Jiu said something that he felt was not quite right.

Mr. Feng Shui has a conscience and allows Mr. Ren to move his coffin and bury him twenty years later. It will harm him for half his life but not for the rest of his life. It will harm one generation of the Ren family but not eighteen generations.

I'm afraid I didn't expect that Mr. Ren would turn into a zombie and attack his relatives. When he was introduced, not only the family members but also the dogs and chickens were left alive.

His thoughts are also very vicious.

"Let's break ground."

Following Uncle Jiu's greeting, several laborers hired by the Ren family began to dig. Although there were no excavators in this era, there was no shortage of other tools.

Several people worked together to quickly dig out the coffin head, and then used the wooden triangular hanger to pull the heavy coffin out of the soil.

"Everyone, today is the day when Ren Gongweiyong comes to light again. Anyone aged thirty-six, twenty-two, thirty-five, and forty-eight who belongs to the year of Rooster or Ox should turn around and avoid this."

The descendants of the Ren family, as well as the laborers and gangsters who were mentioned by Uncle Jiu all turned their heads.

"Everyone tidy up your clothes..."

Even though he knew that the thing lying in the coffin had turned into a zombie, that is, an extremely evil thing that could not enter the reincarnation, Meng Fan still straightened his clothes.

As soon as the laborers were removing the nails and preparing to lift the coffin board, they heard the sound of birds flying nearby.

Everyone looked at each other in shock.

Uncle Jiu hesitated for a moment, looked at the sun, and said:

"Open the coffin!"

The workers gathered their thoughts and followed the instructions one after another.

A black energy visible to the naked eye surged out. Meng Fan glanced at it and saw that the body was indeed not rotten. He was dressed in Qing Dynasty official uniform, lying quietly in the coffin with his hands folded.

Naturally, this strange scene could not be concealed, and everyone was talking about it. If they were not worried about the power of the main family, they would probably say even more unpleasant things.

Ren Fa's eyes also flashed with a trace of surprise and uncertainty, and he felt a little uneasy, but he still made a plop, knelt on the ground and shouted: "Dad, the child is unfilial and has alarmed your old man."

It's a pity that no matter how hard he shouted or how hard he tried, he still couldn't squeeze out any tears.

Seeing this, Ren Tingting also knelt down and shouted "Grandpa" towards the coffin.

The tradition of governing the world with filial piety has a long history.

At this scene, the onlooker Meng Fan couldn't help but sigh:

The intention is good, but unfortunately over time, the taste has changed. It's like Guo Ju buried his son, eating mosquitoes full of blood, tasting feces and worrying... No matter how you look at it, it's weird.

Especially Guo Ju'er. He, his mother, and his wife were living well, but they couldn't squeeze out enough food for a three-year-old child, so they had to dig a hole and bury the child alive to save food for his mother.

Is this a favor?

Thank you!

In the name of filial piety and benevolence, morality is corrupted!

But Mr. Ren is also helpless. He is not only a wealthy country squire, but also the head of the Ren family. He must maintain his authority through filial piety. Because of this, he can only ignore the strangeness at the moment.

"I recommend cremation on the spot."

Uncle Jiu said in a deep voice.

As the most famous Taoist from all over the country, since he made such a suggestion, he certainly had his reasons.

But Master Ren ignored it and said very firmly: "My father was most afraid of fire when he was alive. You can do anything except cremation."

For a moment, all the clan representatives around him smiled and praised the Renfa clan for being filial to the world.

"Okay, let's transport the body back to Yizhuang first, and then choose a good place to bury it." Uncle Jiu chose to compromise.

Take money to do things!

This principle is simple and simple.

Moreover, the Ren family is powerful and controls dozens of guns and hundreds of young men. Although everyone respects each other and speaks politely, once they fall out...

Sighing, Uncle Jiu led Meng Fan down the mountain and arranged for Qiu Sheng and Wen Cai to burn incense at a nearby grave.

On the way down the mountain, he looked at his side and saw this profound spiritual nephew, and he felt at ease.

Meng Fan was determined to train his two junior disciples and sharpen their temperament, and he planned to find a time to confess to his uncle that with the two of them working together, the situation would be completely controllable and no one would be hurt.

As for how to deal with Mr. Ren in the end, just as Uncle Jiu said, find a geomantic treasure place that can suppress him, set up a formation, and use Yang Qi to eliminate his corpse aura.

Outside town.

The father and daughter of the Ren family sat on bamboo and rattan chairs and were carried back to the mansion by their servants. Meng Fan and his uncle Jiu Shu continued to lead the laborers to Yizhuang.

While chatting.

I bumped into a young Taoist priest, I don't know which sect. When I met Uncle Jiu, who was wearing an apricot-yellow Taoist robe, he took the initiative to salute.

Not from Maoshan...

Through gestures, Meng Fan immediately made a judgment in his mind and responded with the same etiquette.

The thumb and index finger are connected, and the nails do not touch. The middle finger, ring finger, and little finger are parallel and vertical to form a palm.

By uniting the three qing dynasties, Taoism in the world is one family.

"Senior, Wuliangguan."

The young Taoist had a kind face. After approaching, he first greeted Uncle Jiu, then looked at Meng Fan and said with a smile: "Friend Taoist, you are blessed beyond measure."

"Fellow Taoist, I am blessed with immeasurable blessings."

Meng Fan responded with a smile.

After greeting each other, Uncle Jiu invited him to have a meal in Yizhuang and communicate with him.

But the other party said that there was something urgent and he would definitely pay him a visit next time.

Perhaps he was too sensitive, and Meng Fan noticed that he glanced at the coffin with his peripheral vision and paused.

curious?

By coincidence?

Any other plans?

Be wary.

…
Chapter completed!