Rong Jingqiu then came back to her senses and looked in the direction Zhao Yu pointed. At this time, the person in the coffin had already sat up and looked at the people around her blankly, as if she didn't understand what was going on?

Because they hadn't eaten for two days, their faces turned a little blue and looked quite terrifying.

This scene made Rong Jin's face turn pale, while Rong Hong stood in front of her mother, and said nervously and sternly, "Are you humans or ghosts?"

The monks also stopped chanting the scriptures. Their faces were not much better than Rong Jinshi. After all, this scene was really terrifying. Only the leading monk hurriedly made a gesture to the disciples to keep calm, the scene did not get messy.

This time, the Rong family gathered with the servants and shivered, and some even whispered to see if they were going to turn into zombies?

When the zombies were mentioned, the person who knew it was so scared that he almost urinated his pants. The person who didn't know asked quickly, but he got a shout and scolded him not to ask. This made the person who didn't know felt uncomfortable as if he was scratched by a cat.

The people in the coffin were just confused at first, but soon they realized that something was wrong. The adults could tolerate it and not give up, but the children couldn't. The older one was better, and the younger one started to cry loudly. The woman hurriedly crawled out of the coffin and picked up her younger son and started to coax her.

The eldest son hurriedly reached out and grabbed his mother's clothes and clenched them tightly. He looked at everyone with alertness and fear. Although he was already sensible and had experienced many things, he was not very old and fear had the upper hand.

The old beggar was the most calm among the few people. He took off his hair and smiled, "I'm alive again."

However, this time he failed to pull out lice from his hair. Instead, he felt the rare refreshing hair. He looked down and saw that he had changed into clean and tidy clothes on his body. He reached out and pulled it. He knew it was a shroud. Then he said to the mother and son who looked pale, "You are for me, no, I will collect the body for me?"

Rong Jin was almost fainting. She had never encountered such a supernatural event. Her psychological endurance was limited. Fortunately, her son held her tightly, which gave her the support. When she heard the old beggar's words, she nodded quickly, and then said tremblingly, "For the sake of our love for collecting corpses and mourning for you, can you let us go? Don't bite us."

She has also heard stories of zombies, so she immediately characterized these people as zombies.

Rong Hong was not as easy to discuss as his mother. He didn't believe in ghosts and gods. He didn't believe in zombies, so he said calmly, "If it's a human, then don't pretend to be a ghost. If it's a ghost, then lie back in the coffin and we send you back to your hometown for burial."

The old beggar touched his chin without saying a word. He was obviously measuring his current situation in his heart, afraid that he would be at a disadvantage when he spoke rashly. After all, he didn't understand what this group of people wanted to do now.

He is an old beggar, without power, and without money, so why is it worthy of coveting? He even arranged such a big ritual for him. If something goes wrong, there will be a demon. He has to deal with it carefully. If it is necessary, it is not impossible to pretend to be a ghost. As long as you scare people, you will have a chance to escape.

On the contrary, the woman wanted to speak several times, but she had received the favor of the old beggar. Seeing that he didn't speak, she did not speak first, but instead used his opinion as her own opinion. She even secretly patted her eldest son's hand to comfort him not to be afraid of having a mother there.

The guardians walked out of the crowd now. He had been here for decades. He had never seen any situation before, but he had never seen a corpse before. He was lucky enough to survive again, but he scared the living people to death.

He stepped forward to the old beggar and said, "Okay, since you are not dead, crawl out of the coffin. Don't scare people here. The wife and the young master are kind enough to hold funerals for you. This is a great good deed of accumulating merits. You have to take this affection, and you don't scare people out of the way. I think your conscience can be safe?"

When the old beggar heard this, he believed it a little, but he still had some concerns, "Brother, are you saying true?"

Rong Jingqiu had already pushed the crowd away and walked up. In order not to highlight herself, she quickly pinched herself to make her look pale and ugly. After all, who is not afraid of seeing the scene of zombie fraud? Zhao Yu stopped going forward. Of course, she was not afraid, but she had to follow her all the show.

"Mom, brother."

Hearing her voice, Rong Jin quickly hugged her daughter in her arms and hid behind her son. All the big things could only be made by the male at home, "Don't make a sound, so that the zombie won't be eyeing us."

The mother's low voice made Rong Jingqiu feel funny, but she felt warm, "Why did my mother become confused? I think the waiter was right. Maybe it was just a lucky person who died. Maybe it was the scriptures we did and read, so that people could live again..."

"How is this possible?" Rong Jinshi didn't believe it.

Although she spends a lot of money every year to add incense oil to temples or monasteries, and does a lot of water and land practices, let alone pray for blessings. This is a few games every quarter, but she is not a true believer. She just asks for peace of mind.

"The example is right in front of you, why don't you believe it?" Rong Jingqiu raised her chin to the old beggars and the others over there, "No matter what, you still have to ask someone to test whether he is a human or a ghost? Why not let the monks there test it?"

Before Rong Jinshi could speak, Rong Hong, who frowned, wanted to scold Rong Jingqiu for not making trouble. However, the leading monk there lit his eyes and folded his hands and walked forward. After chanting "Amitus Buddha", he said to Rong Jingqiu, "This female donor, is it really the scriptures we recited that are effective, and has people saved again?"

"I don't know," Rong Jingqiu said a little scoundrelly, "but they do seem to have come alive in front of you. Why don't you come forward and take a look? Anyway, with the Buddha bless you, what are you afraid of?"

The leading monk thought about it and said that the little girl was right. If the ritual he presided over could really bring people back to life, he would probably be revered as a monk who was respected as a Taoist monk. Maybe he could go to Huguo Temple to enjoy royal worship.

Thinking of this, he felt that this was a risk worth taking.

So, the leading monk immediately folded his hands together and recited the scriptures while walking towards the four people coming out of the coffin. Finally, he stood in front of the old beggar and looked at his expression carefully. At this time, he didn't know whether it was the reason for the activity or something else. His face was not as blue and white as before, but slightly red, and he really didn't look like a ghost.

"This donor, are you alive?"

The old beggar sutra mentioned the comments from the patriarch just now, and suddenly felt a measure in his heart. Seeing the monk coming over, he was worried that he would not know how to explain his resurrection. Now that he saw the monk, he immediately returned the courtesy, "Thank you for chanting the scriptures for this master, and snatch me back from the King of Yama."

The leading monk saw him politely and saw his shadow on the ground. Then this person was a living person, and he was the key to his resurrection. When he thought about it, he immediately smiled, "I dare not be a monk. Monks should be compassionate. They can only say that the donor has not yet finished his world and has returned to his yang."

When the old beggar heard this, he immediately laughed happily, and then said to the mother and son next to him, "You should thank him quickly. If it weren't for him, we would have been the wronged souls under the sword."

He still remembered some of the previous memories. He remembered that a stranger gave him a few meat buns to eat. After eating, he fainted on the spot. When he woke up, he was in the coffin. After so continually, he gradually guessed some clues that there must be something wrong with the meat bun.

When the mother and son saw that the old beggar said thank you, they also quickly thanked you.

The woman is not as clear as an old beggar. She has found her husband on the scene who has not seen her. She is inevitably worried at this time. She has inexplicably woken up from the coffin. She doesn't know if her husband has also been poisoned.

So she quickly pulled the guard villager and asked, "Where is my husband? Where is he? Is he in the coffin inside?" Her expression suddenly became nervous, afraid that her husband would not survive. What should the mother and son do in the future?

The man in the village looked at her with a complicated expression. The case of the Hanlin Academy's editor-in-chief killing his wife and children has been rumored in the past two days. He naturally heard about it. The first person the woman in front of him was to look for her husband after she woke up, but her husband wanted to kill her.

He couldn't bear to tell the woman the cruel truth, but subconsciously avoided her.

Seeing this, the woman thought her husband had really encountered an accident. She immediately panicked and wanted to leave her child and search for other coffins. If her husband died, she would carry him back to her hometown for burial.

Rong Jingqiu couldn't stand the woman's stupid appearance. Since she was Zhang Jiqing's child bride and had experienced the hardships of life, she thought that her psychological tolerance would definitely not be weak, so she gently broke free from her mother's arms and walked forward slowly.

"This sister, your husband is not dead..."

"Then where is he?" The woman immediately looked at Rong Jingqiu. The young girl was dressed in exquisite clothes and noble face, which made her subconsciously feel embarrassed and ashamed, but she was worried that her husband's heart would prevail, so she did not retreat at all.

It was really a matter of his ancestors' ability to marry such a wife, but he didn't know how to cherish her. It was a sin.

Rong Jingqiu complained in her heart, but she no longer concealed the truth about this woman and told her everything.

The woman was stunned when she heard this. She subconsciously disbelief, "Impossible, Impossible, he was grown up when I watched him grow up. He didn't even dare to kill a chicken. How dare he kill someone?"

"Don't dare to kill a chicken does not mean that you dare not kill someone." Rong Jingqiu replied calmly, as long as there is enough profit, what's the difficulty of killing someone?

The woman still murmured and refused to believe it, but she thought of the pot of porridge in her heart. The younger son ate the fastest, so he fainted first, followed by the eldest son, and finally her. Before she fainted, she thought to call her husband over and see what was going on?

"If you don't believe it, you can go to the prison to ask clearly." Rong Jingqiu made another blow.

In her opinion, the sooner a woman recognizes the reality, the better, so that she can re-plan her future life. After all, she still has two sons to raise, right?
Chapter completed!