Another quiet day.
It was a calm day, and nothing strange happened.
This is the normal daily life. Life in the charity cemetery was originally like this, but ever since the last fire, Uncle Jiu became famous overnight and his name became completely famous.
Regardless of whether they have encountered strange things or not, they like to ask Uncle Jiu for help. After all, his price is not expensive and he is a well-known expert.
A master as tall as a nine-story building, the kind that has someone behind him.
Uncle Jiu then became busy, but most of them were trivial matters. Some people caught a cold and thought they were possessed by ghosts.
Some people want to meet their deceased relatives, but if they can’t meet them, they can just write a letter. As for reincarnation, there is nothing they can do about it.
However, normal people will definitely not be able to reincarnate. Most of them have sins on their bodies. They have to work in the underworld for decades and accumulate enough good karma before they can be reincarnated.
Russell has always maliciously speculated that the underworld might be the largest human resources contractor in the world.
People have no shortage of labor, I really don't know what those ghosts do every day in the underworld, mining? Planting herbs
Do we still have to queue up to get into the frying pan
It tastes so crispy that the kids next door are crying with greed.
Russell was practicing Baguazhang in the yard as usual, but today he had one more activity, which was playing with a whip.
No, wrong mouth.
It's a soul-catching lock, but don't get the wrong idea. Although these two are very similar, the effects are very different.
One fights ghosts, the other fights people.
A very serious instrument.
Russell slowly raised his right hand, and with a thought, the Soul-Hunting Lock wrapped around his arm, emanating bursts of cold air, and the temperature around him dropped several degrees in an instant.
He couldn't help but nodded with satisfaction. This magical weapon felt exceptionally smooth. How to describe it
It is worthy of being a product of the underworld, and it is produced by a big boss of the underworld. It is refined with special materials from the underworld. It can be recognized by a drop of blood and absorbed into the body.
Moreover, the stronger the magic power, the longer the soul-catching lock will be, and the stronger the soul, the more branches the soul-catching lock can have.
Russell looked strange, thinking that maybe he could become a deep-sea octopus monster and have 180,000 tentacles.
That's just a fantasy for the future, but for now, he can still cosplay as Spider-Man.
With the soul-catching lock, he can now fly from houses, mountains, and cliffs, which is very comfortable.
It's much better than that broken sword. I usually use it to chop trees. I don't know if it can be used to chop zombies.
Russell was despising the Seven Star Sword in his heart, without thinking at all, who it belonged to and what was left of the sword that he was so happy about a few days ago.
He even sleeps with the sword in his arms, saying that he is afraid of a sneak attack and is being cautious. This makes Uncle Jiu laugh and cry.
This is too much of a fickleness, well, maybe this is what men are like.
Just as Russell was waving the soul-catching lock and having fun, Uncle Jiu walked in from outside the door, with his hands behind his back, and walked into the house.
As he walked, he shouted, "Russell, help me block the person behind me. If he asks, just say I'm not home."
After saying that, he closed the door.
Russell, who was sitting in the middle of the yard, was stunned. He couldn't help but become curious. There was actually someone that even Uncle Jiu wanted to avoid.
Could it be Ren Fa, the master of the Ren family
Ever since he discovered that he was cheated by the old Taoist in the provincial capital last time, he has been unable to save his face and always sends servants to harass Uncle Jiu and find out what he thinks.
Uncle Jiu calculated with his fingers and felt that moving Old Master Ren's grave was a bad omen, as he could vaguely see some silver hairs.
No matter how the servants tried to probe, Uncle Jiu refused to give in, saying that he could only exorcise demons and monsters but not read Feng Shui.
Ren Fa seemed to believe it as well. After all, not every Taoist priest could read Feng Shui. Those who had real skills were all in the provincial capital and in big cities. Only those who had no skills were in these small places.
The servant hasn't come since then, but I heard that Ren Fa has been sending people to other provinces to inquire about the Taoist master, and it seems that he has not given up yet.
Seeing Uncle Jiu's evasive look, could it be that Ren Fa has sent someone again
Russell tilted his head and chuckled, "Master, what should I say? Just say that you are too tired from exorcising demons on weekdays, so did you go to Yihongyuan to enjoy yourself?"
"You bastard!"
Uncle Jiu was so angry that his teeth were itching. If he wasn't punished for three days, he would tear the tiles off the roof!
Uncle Jiu thought about it for a moment and felt that he couldn't remember clearly how many slaps little Russell owed me last time.
Forget it, just round it up to the nearest thousand!
If you want to beat your apprentice, do it early!
In the yard, Russell, who was grinning secretly, didn't know that someone was thinking about his little butt. He stood up straight and took back his soul-catching lock.
It’s better not to show off this thing in front of ordinary people, otherwise they will think it is the Black and White Impermanence appearing and be scared to death. Guess what will happen
Burp, fart.
In fact, the sense of accomplishment from showing off this thing in front of ordinary people is not great. You need to show off in front of experts.
For example, our dear Uncle Simu.
Russell counted on his fingers and realized that I haven’t seen my dear Uncle Simu for half a month. Uncle, your dear little nephew misses you so much!
Just as he was thinking about it, a hurried sound of footsteps came from outside the door. Russell's expression straightened up. It seemed that Uncle Jiu came to avoid that person.
Who is it
Looking up, I saw a man standing timidly at the door, peeking his head in with a look of restraint. He looked at Russell standing in the yard and asked in a low voice.
"Young Taoist priest, is Uncle Nine at home?"
Russell did not answer, but took a closer look first. The man was dressed simply, with traces of mending everywhere, his hands were rough, and his face was dark. It was obvious that he was an expert at farm work.
With a reserved look, a faintly flattering expression, and a typical honest country guy, Russell looked puzzled.
Uncle Jiu never looked down on such people and usually treated them with courtesy and gentleness.
Why are you avoiding this person
"The master is not at home today. He may have gone out to do Feng Shui for others."
Russell responded, quietly bending his fingers and rubbing them on his eyes. Sometimes, what the eyes see is not necessarily true.
As the saying goes, you can judge a person by his face but not by his heart. In this world, a person who appears honest on the outside may not necessarily be a good person on the inside; he may also be a bad person.
There are so many people who have beastly hearts in human form.
"He's not at home!" When the man heard this, his eyes dimmed instantly and he looked a little disappointed.
He rubbed his hands and said, "Little Taoist priest, I wonder when Uncle Nine will come back. I have something important to do."
A flash of white light.
Russell opened his eyes and looked straight at the man. In an instant, he understood why Uncle Jiu was avoiding him.
There were dark clouds over the head and faint flashes of knives, but this did not mean that the man in front of him was a robber.
But he is a ruthless person who tortures and kills living beings!
People think they are superior to all creatures, but to the underworld, cows, sheep, fish, and humans are all living beings.
In the face of the six realms of reincarnation, all beings are equal. You never know what you were like in your previous life!
Therefore, no one is without sin, there are just differences in the severity of sin. To cleanse one's sins, a normal person only needs to work in the underworld for a period of time.
But there is one type of person who is different. They are those who torture and kill living beings. After death, they will be thrown into the hell of a mountain of knives and have to climb on it.
Judging from the faint knife light above the man’s head, I’m afraid that more than twenty or thirty lives have been killed by his men!
Tsk!
Russell's eyes showed disdain. Although he looked honest, his heart was very dirty. Ninety-nine percent of the time, those who cruelly killed animals were not much better to humans.
If it was in a prosperous era, with laws to suppress it, it would be better, but if it was in a chaotic era, without suppression...
*Meat was once on a recipe!
"When will the master come back?" Russell pretended to be in deep thought, and the man looked expectantly, "I don't know either."
The expectant look dimmed in an instant.
"If you want my master to come back soon, you can. Do you have the money for the incense?"
"Incense money?" The man was stunned, with his mouth half open. He really didn't expect that Uncle Jiu's quick return had anything to do with bringing incense money.
"Hey, you don't understand this!"
Russell crossed his arms and smiled jokingly, "Last time, someone came to see the master, but the master was not at home. He paid two dollars for the incense money, and I called out, and the master came back immediately."
This man looks like a farmer. Although he is cruel and ruthless, he probably doesn't have much money.
I guess I can't even earn a dollar a month.
Ninety-nine percent of the time, people will be discouraged from buying incense with two dollars, right
Uncle Nine who was hiding in the inner room:…
Am I the kind of person who is greedy for money
Pooh!
I don’t want my money to get rotten in the hands of those local rich people!
I see!
The man suddenly realized something, took out a piece of old cloth from his chest, slowly spread it out, revealing a dozen dollars.
Russell narrowed his eyes. How could a farmer take out more than ten dollars
He looked him up and down. If he didn't have the bloody aura, Russell would have thought he was a robber.
The man hesitated for a moment, took out four dollars from the rag, and said decisively, "Last time, the man gave me two dollars for incense, I will give you four this time. I wonder when Uncle Jiu will come back?"
this…
Russell dug a hole for himself and dug a hole for himself. He couldn't make up his mind for a moment and could only ponder for a while, "This is not a matter of incense. The main reason is that the master has been very busy recently. You also know that Renjia Town is so big, and there are also people from all over the country."
The implication was very clear. Uncle Jiu was the only enlightened person in the area and he was not comparable to those mediocre people.
So many people came looking for Uncle Jiu, and Russell thought he had spoken clearly enough, but he never expected the result.
The man suddenly realized, and took out two silver dollars from the rag in his hand, "Little Taoist priest, I understand this, I'll pay more!"
Russell: …
"This is not a question of whether to add money or not. The master is really busy. You can go to other Taoist temples to have a look."
Russell looked concerned for the man, "You can go to the provincial capital. It's a big city. Your Taoist priest there must be much more powerful than Master!"
"I heard from my master that the Taoist priest there can beat ten of his kind with one hand."
Russell raised his index fingers and crossed them. "Ten, the key is that they are cheap. They might help you with a few dollars."
Before the man could reply, Russell showed up as if to see him off. The man sighed and was about to leave with a forgotten look on his face.
Then he heard a voice, "Junior Brother, is there any business coming to your store today?"
It turned out to be Wencai. He had just gone to the street to buy vegetables and was holding two fish in his hands. The autumn fish soup was delicious!
broken!
Russell's heart skipped a beat, and he hurriedly pushed the man out, "Let's go, the master is really not at home, let's go to the provincial capital to find someone else."
"Master is not at home?"
Wencai looked depressed. "It's strange. I just saw Master going back to the charity cemetery. Master said it's not a good time to go out today because it's easy to run into bad luck. He told me to be careful today."
Russell: (∩?_?)
For the first time, he realized how amazing Uncle Jiu was. It was amazing that Uncle Jiu could tolerate such a scumbag for so many years.
If it were his temper, Russell would have to use the Seven Star Sword to let him see what the sword technique of cutting into pieces was, or use the Soul-Hooking Lock to let Wencai see what the flowers are so red about
Upon hearing what Wencai said, the country man's face immediately turned pale and his lips trembled.
To Russell's surprise, the man was not angry at all. Instead, he lowered his head and handed the dollar in his hand to Russell.
"Little Taoist priest, please be lenient and let me see Uncle Jiu. These ten dollars are from the money my family earned from selling the land."
"I know that asking Uncle Jiu to help is not enough." The man gritted his teeth and said, "If it's not enough, I'll go back and talk to my mother about selling the house!"
The tone was particularly sad, but Russell couldn't help laughing in his heart. Why didn't you think of it when you did the evil
Now that they have come to my door, I have to come here to act out my miserable life!
If it were an ordinary poor family, Uncle Jiu would help them even without asking for money. But if they had committed a crime, let alone selling their land and house, you can't even sell yourself!
Seeing that Russell was unmoved, the man bent down again, took out a large sack from the side, and poured out a dozen balls of dried yellow fur.
"These furs are not worth much, so I'll give them to Uncle Jiu. I'm afraid I won't need them in the future."
The man looked depressed. He bowed to Wencai and Russell, then limped out the door. It seemed that his left leg was broken.
"etc!"
Russell stared at the yellow skin on the ground, lost in thought, his eyes revealing a playful look, "Let me ask you, there has been a saying of the five great immortals since ancient times, why do you dare to capture this Huang Daxian, aren't you afraid of retaliation?"
Although he is obsessed with profit and would do anything for money, judging from the man's behavior, he doesn't seem like the kind of person who would do anything for profit.
Russell immediately became interested when he saw an ordinary person provoking the vengeful yellow-skinned creature.
"Nothing, it's just that my ancestor met someone, and when he was asking for a title, he said something wrong, and he has been hated ever since."
The man seemed calm at this time, "I had four sons, three of them were killed by yellow foxes, and the remaining one is still hiding. But it's not a loss, in exchange for the lives of thirteen yellow foxes!"
Russell's face suddenly turned livid, and he couldn't help but clench his hands.
The man shook his head, as if he had made up his mind, "Thank you for troubling me today, little Taoist priest."
"Goodbye, no, maybe we'll never see each other again."
The man turned around and limped away resolutely into the distance.
"Wait a minute, Yizhuang has taken over this business!"
Russell crossed his arms in front of his chest with a cold look in his eyes. No matter what the reason was, a monster was still a monster, and he was still a human after all!