"Master, what do you think about this matter?"
"Sit and watch."
"… "
Uncle Jiu was silent for a while, and then he sighed, "Russell, don't be too confident in the future, don't be like me..."
As he spoke, his expression became somewhat gloomy. He almost became the person who watched someone in danger without helping.
If you don't have the ability, it's okay. Protecting yourself is a wise choice.
If you have the ability but still stand by and watch someone die without helping, it is a sin.
Uncle Jiu felt a little guilty, so he turned around and asked the man following them, "How long has this happened?"
"It's been four years."
The man's eyes were filled with resentment. "My old father raised chickens at home. Suddenly one night, he heard someone calling his name. The old father was surprised and opened the door to see a yellow-skinned man wearing a straw hat and a white beard."
Hearing this obvious feature, Uncle Jiu and Russell looked at each other. Four years ago, a certain old guy might still be alive.
"When the old yellow-skinned man asked for a title, my father was in awe and agreed immediately. I didn't expect that this would sow the seeds of disaster." The man looked helpless.
Who would be willing to agree to such a thing? But in this era, facing such monsters and demons, what can an ordinary person do
"Asking for a title is a small matter, but I didn't expect that old yellow-skinned man to go so far as to ask my father to provide him with offerings, not only by burning incense every day, but also by offering him a chicken every once in a while."
Uncle Jiu was silent. This was nothing at all for the wealthy families, but for the farmers, chickens were one of the few sources of income for the family.
Even at normal times, she herself was reluctant to eat and served the child like a child, just to lay two more eggs to provide nutrition for the child, or to exchange some money in town to supplement the family income.
A chicken every once in a while is like scraping the meat off the old man's heart with a knife!
"My wife was pregnant at the time and relied on the eggs from the old hens at home, so my father refused."
"The old yellow-skinned man didn't say anything at the time and just turned and left."
"The next day, my father found that all the chickens in the chicken coop were dead, and there were chicken feathers and yellow fox feathers all over the ground."
The man's eyes turned red. "Dozens of chickens are the hard work of my father. They are not treasured on normal days. They were all ruined by these bastards."
"My father was so angry that he fell ill. I was so angry that I set traps to catch a few of them. But they were all rescued the next day, and then..."
The man's voice was a little choked up as he spoke, "The eldest son was bitten to death, and there was a line of bloody words on the wall."
"I can't read, but his mother can."
"No more descendants!"
There was a moment of silence. Uncle Jiu and Russell had guessed what happened next. They also couldn't imagine how an ordinary person could fight against a hundred-year-old demon.
Perhaps for the old yellow-skinned man, he did not want to kill the Hanzi family all at once, but to toy with them slowly and let them live in regret.
Three of the four sons were bitten to death, and another one had an accident. The old father was so angry that he was bedridden and broke one of his legs.
Uncle Jiu couldn't help but turn his head away. To be honest, it was also his fault.
He lived in Yizhuang and had heard that there were weasels in the mountains a long time ago, but he had never taken it seriously. After all, they were just little monsters and God was merciful.
Uncle Jiu was a Taoist priest, so he couldn't kill demons on sight. However, he didn't expect that his indulgence would later offend his young disciple Russell, who killed them all.
I didn’t expect that those yellow-skinned guys had committed such a thing before!
"Why didn't you invite a Taoist priest before?" Russell couldn't help but interjected, "Master must have been in this place for more than ten years."
This story sounds very inspiring, but in the eyes of netizens in later generations, it is just a stupid story. You can't afford to offend it, but can't you avoid it
You can't afford to hide, don't you know how to ask for help
The man gave a bitter smile and shook his head helplessly. Taoist priests were a rare sight, there were only a few of them within a hundred miles, or even in the entire provincial capital.
In the midst of war, all the famous Taoist temples and Buddhist temples were closed. How many wandering Taoists were capable
"I have invited several people."
"oh?"
Russell was stunned. He had invited her before, so why was she still like this? "Where's the Taoist priest?"
"He was killed by the yellow-skinned man."
Russell: …
This cultivator is too inexperienced. When Russell first started cultivating, he could defeat all the little yellow foxes at once like Big Bad Wolf.
Although I couldn't beat the old yellow-skinned guy at that time, it's easy for me to defeat him now with one move.
Russell really couldn't figure out what was so powerful about the old yellow-skinned man who could be nailed to death by Uncle Jiu's peach wood sword
He didn't know, but Uncle Jiu knew it very well. After all, not all of them came from big sects. Many of them were latecomers, or they were only half-baked and could only get rid of a little ghost.
If we encounter a hundred-year-old monster, the whole scene will probably be over.
Uncle Jiu once saw several wandering Taoists whose cultivation level was only the second or third level of a human teacher. They were only slightly stronger than Qiu Sheng. They could draw and use some talismans and understood the rules behind them.
The man continued, "The last Taoist priest even performed a ritual, but then for some reason his face changed drastically and he just left, leaving behind a few words."
"What?"
"He said that there are real immortals behind these Wong Tai Sins, and they are not something that he and his Taoist followers can mess with."
Is there a Taoist priest behind Wong Tai Sin
Uncle Jiu looked puzzled, wondering why he had never heard of it. He suddenly remembered that when he got rid of the old yellow-skinned man before, he seemed to have shouted something.
What was his name? They said he looked like the seat of a mountain god
Uncle Jiu narrowed his eyes and decided to take a good look to see if the mountain god knew about it. If he didn’t know, that would be fine.
After all, there are so many mountain spirits and monsters on a mountain, they can all be said to be the boys under the seat of the mountain god, and they can be forcibly related.
But if he knew, with a fierce look flashing in Uncle Jiu's eyes, then he is not a mountain god, but an evil god, a devil, we can just cut down the mountain and destroy the temple, and smash his statue!
What else could he say
When Uncle Jiu thought of the token he got a few days ago, he couldn't help but feel very proud. We can live a free and easy life without relying on our ancestors.
"It seems that the old yellow-skinned guy has not appeared for the past few months. I immediately seized the opportunity and set up a trap. Finally, I caught a few."
The man wiped his tears and gritted his teeth, "After four years, I finally caught them. I pulled out their tendons, bones and skin, and then deliberately let one go."
"Follow the clues and wipe out the yellow fox's nest."
"Well done!" Russell couldn't help but applaud. He used to think that animal abuse was a bit cruel, but now looking at it from a different perspective, he felt particularly refreshed.
He said directly, "You don't have to worry too much. The old yellow-skinned guy provoked me, and Master got rid of him a long time ago. As for the mountain god?"
Russell showed disdain on his face. It was not that he looked down on the mountain god, but he really was great now.
If it was a famous mountain in China, such as the Five Sacred Mountains, Changbai Mountain, and Kunlun Mountain, Russell would turn around and run away without saying a word, and directly call people and call them ancestors.
But in these small hills surrounding Renjia Town, it is estimated that the cultivation level is at most the seventh or eighth level of the personal master, and there probably won’t be too many incense offerings. Even if they have magical powers, they can only be earth masters at most.
Although Russell is only at the eighth level of a human master now, he is not afraid.
Fighting across levels, isn't that something that happens often to the protagonist
He has now mastered the art of paper figurines to perfection. Tattoos on his arms are the Six Ding and Six Jia protective spells, on his left hand is the Yang Five Thunders, on his right hand is the Soul-Catching Lock, and behind his back is the Seven-Star Sword.
The defensive weapon is the turtle shell, a super magic weapon, and the killing move is the Nine Palaces Order.
It won't be long before the silver-armored corpse is refined and breaks out of the ground. After absorbing the evil energy from the dragonfly-skimming-water land, it will become extremely powerful.
If there is no other option, just hang a longevity lock on your chest.
Little mountain god, what can you use to fight me
To borrow a phrase from Uncle Jiu, Mountain God, I respect you to give you face. If I don’t respect you, what can you do to me? Come and hit me!
When the man heard that Old Yellow Skin had died, he looked a little dazed. The mountain that had been pressing down on his family had finally fallen.
"No wonder, no wonder."
The man lowered his head and muttered to himself. He had been fighting the yellow-skinned foxes for four years, and it was only a while ago that he actually caught them and pulled out their tendons and bones.
This has never happened before!
It turned out that the old yellow-skinned man had died.
"Is your house in front?" Uncle Jiu suddenly asked. As the three of them were walking and talking, the horse had already brought them to a house.
The man nodded, jumped off his horse, and shouted loudly, "It's saved, it's saved, I've invited the immortal from Yizhuang, a living god!"
"Uncle Jiu got rid of that old yellow-skinned guy a few months ago. We don't have to worry about his revenge anymore."
He was shouting before he even entered the house. Russell was stunned. Could he hear him
But he soon understood what the strong man had done.
Not long after the words fell, people from every household in the village came out, stared at Uncle Jiu and Russell, and began whispering.
If Russell hadn't been a monk and had very sharp ears, he might not have been able to hear what they were saying.
It was nothing more than gloating. After all, the man had invited Taoist priests several times before, and he was so excited every time, but in the end, none of them were useful.
Some people nodded silently. They didn’t know about other people, but Uncle Jiu’s name was well-known.
Because the recent legend is so loud.
Uncle Jiu went to Renjiahe three times.
Uncle Nine angrily fights the Sky-Swallowing Toad Spirit.
Uncle Jiu gets rid of the fox spirit at night.
Uncle Jiu kills hundreds of ghosts with a flip of his hand.
I don’t know how many such mythological stories have been made up.
Anyway, the meaning is, Uncle Jiu is a god who has descended to earth, so awesome!
The man's shout was to use Uncle Jiu's reputation to shut up the villagers. Perhaps this is the way of survival for the little people.
"Uncle Jiu, please!"
Uncle Jiu nodded and walked straight in. Russell, who was following behind Uncle Jiu, immediately glanced around the room, which was a bit messy.
A woman sat by the bed with an expressionless face and a dull look, holding a child in her arms, it was unknown whether the child was one year old.
When Russell saw the child, his expression was strange and his body shook slightly. He finally understood what the man was talking about.
The child in the woman's arms was struggling constantly, but his little hands and feet were tightly bound by ropes, and the more he struggled, the tighter the ropes became.
His eyes were green as he looked at Uncle Nine and Russell who suddenly came in. The child started trembling and raised his hand as if he was going to attack.
The strange roar was so loud that even someone who was not a cultivator could tell at a glance that something was wrong.
The evil spirit is possessed.
And it’s a yellow one!
Uncle Jiu took a step forward, and the woman sitting on the bed immediately screamed and hugged the child tightly. Even though the child opened his mouth and bit her arm, she refused to let go.
"This is my wife." The man looked a little sad. "She has been through a lot with me and has never left me. Of the four children, only this youngest is left."
Everyone was silent. The woman still looked at them vigilantly, blood slowly flowing from her arm.
"bundle!"
Russell growled. Although he admired a woman's maternal love, he didn't have time to explain now.
Being possessed by an evil spirit is not a good thing. The longer it lasts, the worse it is for children, especially young ones.
Russell understood this point very well. He was possessed by an evil spirit in his mother's womb and had been weak and sickly since childhood. He relied on his uncle Jiu's herbal medicine to keep him alive.
Even though he later began to practice Taoism to attract spiritual energy and strengthen his body, he still looked smaller than other children of the same age.
But that's just appearance. He is only eight years old and can beat a hundred people by himself.
Of course, except for a certain naughty kid who likes to drink animal milk.
Russell raised his finger and the ghost slowly appeared behind the woman. He just blew gently and the woman slowly fell asleep.
Uncle Jiu didn't stop him, which saved a lot of trouble. It was not like he didn't have paper figures, so he did the same thing!
The woman fell asleep immediately, and the man came forward and took the child out of her arms with great effort.
The child had a hideous face, his eyes were emitting green light, and there was blood in his mouth. His newly grown teeth were so small and surprisingly sharp!
Russell looked at Uncle Nine. He had never dealt with such a thing before. If it was an unforgivable person, he would just slap him and send him to reincarnation.
But this is just a little child, only a few months old, and we don’t even know if there is a one-year-old child.
Uncle Jiu also frowned and thought for a long time. If it was an adult, it would be easy to deal with, but the child's soul has not yet fully grown.
The evil spirit is possessed and may be entangled with the child's soul. If it is not handled properly, the child's future will be ruined!
It is easy to change the country but difficult to change one's nature. However, if a major change occurs, one's personality will suddenly change.
Uncle Jiu suddenly had a good idea. He made a complicated hand seal, muttered something, and gently placed his right hand on the baby's ear.
“Bang!”
A crisp sound frightened the little kid so much that he trembled. Uncle Jiu's left hand was as fast as lightning, and he slapped him on the forehead with a talisman and a palm.
Russell saw a black shadow being knocked out of the child's body. His eyes lit up and he waved his hands.
"Yang Wu Lei - Soul-Scattering Technique!"
The electric light turned into a net, instantly covering the black shadow and directly turning it into a black smoke.
As soon as the black shadow flew out, the child began to cry loudly, clear and clear.
Uncle Jiu nodded with satisfaction, then took out a small piece of Huangshan stone from his arms, on which was a carving of the ancestor of Maoshan, and slowly placed it on the baby's chest.
"Don't lose it, always wear it and keep him safe!"
The man was overjoyed and couldn't help but sigh in his heart that a master is indeed a master, and his performance was indeed worthy of his reputation.
He had only been here for a short time when he directly solved the problem that had been bothering him for nearly half a month.
There is always a difference between one profession and another!
The man hurriedly took the doll, his face full of joy. He looked at Uncle Jiu, "Uncle Jiu, I think you and the doll have a destiny. How about you be the doll's godfather?"
The corner of Uncle Jiu's mouth twitched, and he glanced at Russell who was indifferent to the matter. It’s not enough to have one naughty child, you want another one
Oh!
I will never be fooled again.
Unless the doll is called Russell!