Chapter 64: Separated by Yin and Yang
The relatives of the Ren family who were mourning beside the coffin were all terrified.
Looking closely at the coffin, the coffin lid shook slightly again!
Now everyone can see it clearly.
"Oh my god, he's trying to fake his death!"
"Old Master Ren is back!"
People around were shouting.
The relatives of the Ren family fell and crawled in panic. The visual impact was so great beside the coffin that their legs were weak and they didn't care about their ugly appearance.
The timid ones were so scared that they ran away.
He ran all the way while shouting "Zombie"!
The mourners around the mourning hall stared at the coffin and all got goose bumps.
When his gaze turned to Master Yi, he couldn't help but look terrified.
Who is this person?
Legend has it that the Tongtian Shenlao of the Bashu Heyi School can communicate between yin and yang, but that is just a rumor.
Moreover, the scene before him was even more bizarre than the rumors.
All I heard was the young Taoist priest reciting a strange scripture, and the dead Old Master Ren was about to come back from the underworld!
Compared with this, Tongtian Shenlao seemed like a rookie.
The people from Tiankui Sect were all dumbfounded.
A strange man from Huai'an County went to Bashu and met someone by chance on the roadside, who turned out to be another strange man who manipulated yin and yang.
and
This is too professional.
"This is not good. Maybe Master Yi read the scripture wrongly," Lu Wuxia took a few steps back.
"How did salvation become summoning spirits?"
Ying Yu wanted to say, Junior sister, it’s not good for you to question others in person like this.
But he immediately changed his mind.
Maybe my junior sister is right.
“Bang~!”
The noise is louder!
The lid of Old Master Ren's coffin was tightly closed and could not be opened this time.
But Old Master Ren really wanted to come out!
Dark clouds descended, a cold wind blew, a muffled thunder sounded, and the red lacquer coffin in the mourning hall of the Ren family mansion was shaken again!
There was a crack in the coffin lid.
An old hand stretched out, and the mourners who had been brave enough now screamed "Oh my God" and ran away in panic.
The few who did not run away relied entirely on the mysterious Taoist Master Yi.
Despite such a gloomy and strange scene, he actually stood in front of the coffin and walked back and forth, not showing any fear at all.
Look, there is a Yin-Yang flag next to him. Could it be the "Ten Thousand Souls Banner" used to collect souls?
"quick!"
Ren Jingfu yelled, "Hurry up and hold down my father's coffin!"
"Why are you still standing there? Go!"
"yes!!"
Among the Ren family guards, eight strong men weighing more than 200 kilograms rushed out, four of them tied hemp ropes, and four of them jumped onto the coffin board.
"Hey, everyone, try harder!"
They shouted and coordinated, pulling the hemp rope and pressing down the coffin lid.
With a "bang".
The coffin lid pressed down again.
Seeing this, Ren Jingfu breathed a sigh of relief and prepared to ask Zhou Yi what was going on.
suddenly
A fierce gust of wind suddenly emerged from the coffin!
"Bang~!"
With a loud bang, the red-painted coffin exploded, and wood chips flew everywhere!
The rope snapped and broke into several pieces. The four men who were pulling the rope exerted too much force and fell backwards.
The four people on the coffin were thrown out, and with a cry, they knocked over the furnishings in the mourning hall.
A white-haired old man dressed in funeral clothes flew out from the flying wood chips.
"This palm power! Old Master Ren didn't even disperse his power!" Ying Yu cried out in disbelief.
It is normal for a person's merits to disappear after death. Could it be that Old Master Ren is not dead?
Several people from the Tiankui faction took a closer look.
The old man's face was pale and his eyes were empty. He had no spirit at all and didn't have any vitality.
This kind of strange situation is really puzzling and chilling.
"father!"
Although Ren Jingfu was afraid, he still took a step forward.
He stared at the old man's pale face and shouted with excitement and fear: "Dad, are you back?"
Old Master Ren said nothing and suddenly raised his palm to hit!
Ren Jingfu quickly jumped up and flew to avoid the palm force that was striking the air.
With a "bang" sound!
The mourning shed behind him collapsed, and a palm print was left on the wall, with dust rising up, looking extremely fierce.
Ren Jingfu was shocked.
"What's going on?"
"This palm technique is not the martial arts style of my family!"
Zhou Yi stared at Old Master Ren, while Ying Yu on the other side drew out a long and narrow knife.
"help!"
Several Tiankui Sect disciples rushed out, and Ren Jingfu hurriedly shouted, "Master disciples, please don't use your swords!"
Ying Yu's sword was halfway through the cut when he hurriedly retreated after hearing this.
Old Master Ren on the other side heard the news and slapped him again.
Ying Yu had just retracted his strength, and at this moment he was unable to gather his full energy, so he could only hastily raise his palm to face the opponent. Three fellow disciples raised their palms to help, but they were all knocked back by Old Master Ren's palm.
Lu Wuxia and another junior sister helped to relieve the force, and the six of them knocked down the mourning shed on the other side together before they stopped!
"Big Brother!"
Several people shouted, Ying Yu covered his chest and coughed, and hurriedly reminded:
"There is a strong and evil energy in the palm, you can't take it head-on."
"Old Master Ren's condition is strange, but fortunately he is not at his peak. Otherwise, with his power, I would have died from this blow."
"Cough cough cough"
Ying Yu coughed three times and still spat out a mouthful of blood.
Lu Wuxia asked, "What on earth is going on?"
While I was wondering, seven or eight more men were knocked out, each one was very thrilling.
If you use a knife, you will hurt the flesh.
Ren Jingfu looked at his father with a gloomy face. He really couldn't bear it unless it was absolutely necessary.
He immediately rushed ahead of everyone else, pushed away the palm force, and fought with his father across the Yin and Yang realms.
I just hope that I can exhaust my father's energy so that he can rest in peace.
Zhou Yi watched from the side and gradually discovered the clues.
The martial arts styles of this father and son are exactly the same.
When Ren Jingfu strikes out with his palms, it seems gentle and weak, but in fact each move is quietly gathering strength, containing tremendous power in the silence.
After the next long breath, this power suddenly burst out!
This is the unique martial art "The River Does Not Exit the Map".
The Ren family indeed has a connection with Taoist martial arts. Hidden in every move and every form is the principle of tranquility and return to the origin.
Old Master Ren’s moves are the same as Ren Jingfu’s.
However, the palm power is quite different.
When he slapped out his palm, the power was extremely fierce from bottom to top, like a rising dark flame, and the energy rushed along the meridians of his arm to the palm of his hand, so every time he slapped out, there was a strong evil force causing chaos!
If Ren Jingfu had followed this style of fighting, his meridians would have been disrupted long ago.
But Mr. Ren handled it well.
Zhou Yi saw that Mr. Ren's arm was bulging and twitching as he kept walking.
His eyes lit up!
Suddenly I felt like the clouds had cleared and the sun was shining.
So that’s it~!
“Eh~!!”
The head of the Ren family took another strong blow, but the son was no match for his father and was knocked down by Old Master Ren with one blow.
Although this helped to relieve the force, he suffered internal injuries.
"There's no other way. I'm an unfilial child, so I can only operate on you."
Just as Ren Jingfu was thinking this, a figure suddenly flew over and blocked his way.
After taking a closer look, who else could it be but Taoist Master Yi~!
"Master, be careful!"
As soon as he gave a reminder, Old Master Ren slapped him with his palm.
The figure in Taoist robes flashed and passed through the old man's palm.
Chasing and dodging, Old Master Ren's three consecutive palm strikes all missed.
His straightforward palm technique, no matter how strong the palm wind is, is unlikely to pose a fatal threat to masters of light skills.
Zhou Yi observed the energy flowing through Old Master Ren's body, and when it moved to his chest, he leaped over.
At this time, there was an altar between him and Old Master Ren.
There was a row of candles on the altar, and the candles were burning brightly.
Zhou Yi used his hands to mobilize his inner energy and pointed across the altar!
“Puff~!!”
The flame on a candle was carried away by his telekinetic force, and the force of his fingers was materialized with fire energy, like a line of fire, hitting Old Master Ren directly.
One, two, three.!
Zhou Yi flicked the candle faster and faster, stimulating the candle flame seven times to ignite its flame!
All of them hit Old Master Ren’s chest!
All the spectators were amazed to see the power of their fingers and the sparks of fire shooting out through the air, which was a truly spectacular sight.
Until the last two balls of candlelight were shot out at the same time, Old Master Ren's body shook, and the strange energy that was constantly surging in his chest was dispersed by Zhou Yi.
And this ball of energy that breaks into the body is the culprit for going astray.
The evil aura dissipated instantly.
This time, Old Master Ren twisted his neck slightly.
There was a hint of life on his face, and he looked in the direction of Ren Jingfu.
Before closing his eyes, a look of relief seemed to flash across his face.
“Dad~!!”
Ren Jingfu cried out in grief and, regardless of his injuries, rushed forward and hugged his father's body.
The palm-fighting match with his father just now reminded him of the scene when his father taught him martial arts decades ago.
This man in his forties or fifties seemed to have completely forgotten what had just happened, and tears were streaming down his eyes.
An irreparable sadness that is difficult to tell others about.
Zhou Yi took out the paper banner and lit it on the last candle.
At this time, he recited the Tai Shang Dong Yuan Sutra softly again.
Ren Jingfu turned his gaze and looked at the figure in Taoist robes across the altar.
Under the flickering candlelight, the young face seemed shrouded in an indescribable mystery. He then bowed and said,
"My father has found peace. Thank you, Master Yi."
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(End of this chapter)
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