The burned talisman was instantly thrown into the iron basin, and a ball of black smoke suddenly jumped up, followed by a crisp sound of "crackling", but this sound was not caused by the burning of the burial objects themselves, but the filthy aura attached to the burial objects, or it can be said to be corpse poison.

The villagers all opened their eyes wide and looked at the burning flames in the iron basin, but none of them made any noise. It seemed that they saw something extremely unbelievable. The burial objects were mostly gold and silver, so how could they just meet the fire? But in front of the facts, the villagers' dull expression and shocked expression had already explained everything.

In a moment, the flames in the iron basin gradually faded away. What appeared in front of everyone was still real money, but these things had been reborn.

Some villagers rubbed their hands with jealousy, but did not dare to take another step forward, and even more afraid to touch these burial objects. I nodded: "Okay, the evil spirit has been eliminated, and the rest will be left to the village chief."

The village chief hurried forward, and looked righteous and said, "Then I will inform the comrades of the Cultural Relics Bureau tomorrow. These things are all national property. We ordinary people do not have the benefit of sharing. This lesson has already explained the problem. So, everyone should do whatever they should do, and think about their wives and children more, and they will all be separated..."

When the villagers walked out of the yard loosely, the village chief hurriedly took out the bag that had been prepared, counted all the burial objects in the iron basin one by one, took out a small notebook, and carefully registered it.

I turned around and saw the old man on the door wiping his tears secretly, and his heart felt sad. It was true that their family had been guarding the tomb for many years. This sacred mission passed down from generation to generation will make the old man feel a little moved.

The old man from the door sighed and said, "In the end, I couldn't hold on. What's the face of my old bone to meet the ancestors and ancestors... Alas."

I didn't say anything else, and turned around and sat aside, lowered my head to ponder. Soon, Doctor Qituo walked over to him. He seemed a little panicked: "Mr., although I helped everyone get rid of the boils, it's always a cure the symptoms but not the root cause. Look..."

"Well, you're right. This method is indeed a way to treat symptoms but not root causes. We must eliminate the source of this incident in order to prevent such incidents from happening again in the future."

I calmed down and spoke slowly,

The old man from the door suddenly said, "On the seventh day of the lunar month, is there something wrong with the cemetery of the Iron Hat King? Then... I can say to clear it first. In any case, my family firmly disagrees with the ground breaking up the cemetery of the Iron Hat King. If the protection is not done properly and the cemetery is desecrated, then I will be really shameless to go down to see the ancestors and sects~~~"

"Uh..." I was stunned for a moment. The old man said, blocking the whole thing tightly. If he didn't touch the ground, I'm afraid the strangeness in the coffin would never be presented to the world, let alone judging whether it was a corpse or something else. I smacked my lips and glanced at Doctor Qituo intentionally or unintentionally.

The Qituo doctor who became a spirit nodded immediately, walked to the old man in front of the door and said solemnly: "Old man, it is impossible to say that the cemetery cannot be destroyed. Such a big thing has happened in the village. We must think more about the villagers. Besides, your responsibility has been fulfilled, so don't blame yourself anymore..."

At this time, the village chief also interrupted: "Yes, if the people from the Cultural Relics Bureau come down, they will inevitably open the coffin, count all the national treasures one by one, and hand them over to the national treasury. Therefore, the cemetery of the Iron Hat King Liu An may not be hidden for long."

The old man from the door wiped his tears silently and nodded: "How can I not know about this? It's just...ah, you can do whatever you want. I can't control it anymore, but the Liu family's kindness to our family is probably endless..."

After saying that, the old man on the door walked towards the inner room step by step with a cane. The field suddenly became quiet.

After a while, the village chief packed up his things and said solemnly: "Mr. Da, I also understand this matter. I try my best to delay the comrades of the Cultural Relics Bureau coming back a few days. If the cemetery of the Iron Hat King is really evil, the more people come, the more chaos it will be. Therefore, in these few days, I hope Mr. Da will find a way to solve this matter as soon as possible. On behalf of all the villagers of Yaoshan Village, I beg Mr. Da."

Doctor Qituo agreed at a loss: "Mr. Da, how do you plan to solve this problem?"

I thought about it and frowned: "How else can I solve it? Dig a grave and open a coffin at midnight tomorrow night. Village chief, I would like to ask you to help me find a few crop handles. It must be single and without a wife, and be honest and honest."

Upon hearing this, the village chief and the doctor Qituo were immediately happy. Although I was vague, they both understood that the so-called honesty and dedication was that they did not pick flowers and grass without a wife. The perineal energy would inevitably be strong when they opened the coffin tomorrow night. If they had a few soft belts, they would not have the strength to say that they would not even have the ability to protect themselves, let alone helping to do a good job.

The village chief smiled and said, "Our village is poor and remote enough. If you want to say nothing else, how many bachelors are there? Don't worry, Mr. Da. Tomorrow I will let them all stand in front of Mr. Da and wait for Mr. Da's orders."

I nodded with satisfaction and said to Doctor Qituo: "Doctor Qituo should work harder. Before tomorrow night, please be sure to ask for some cinnabar for me. You are a Chinese medicine doctor, so some cinnabar will not hurt you."

Qituo's eyes lit up: "Not mentioning, I really hide some of the cinnabar stuff. It's just that it's a bit toxic. Ordinary diseases are generally not available. If the master can use it, I'll send it to you tomorrow."

I thought about it and then said, "In addition, prepare twelve paper lanterns for me and light white wax, maybe I will use it at that time..."

Doctor Qituo asked in confusion: "Mr. Da, we have all heard of cinnabar painting talismans. It is understandable that Mr. Da needs it, but the twelve paper lanterns are... What does this have to do with opening the coffin?"

I grabbed my forehead and said, "It has nothing to do with opening the coffin, but it has other uses. Just get it as you want, and you will know it tomorrow night."

Now I am thinking about another thing. Maybe the cemetery is not scary, or maybe there is no need to mobilize the things in the coffin, but I have to be careful of the Yin master of the Xuanmeng Sect who created the corpse-raising site. He is the one that worries me the most. If I have to force it, I can only make the worst plan and fight without hesitation.

The night breeze was blowing, and the village chief was sent away. Only the two brothers Men Zhi and Men Zhimeng refused to leave. Perhaps it was because they used the talisman just now that they felt curious, so the two brothers were stubborn to become disciples, and I was speechless...

There was no sleepiness late at night, Men Zhi suggested going to the back hillside to count the stars. I laughed and a few big men went to count the stars. If it was heard, it would not make people laugh. But I understood their original intention and wanted to have more contact with me. Anyway, it was okay for the time being, so I followed Men Zhi and Men Zhimeng to the back hillside.

PS: Today's first chapter,
Chapter completed!