The road to carrying corpses is always boring. Russell was very curious at the beginning and looked at the scenery along the road, but he got bored after a while!
In fact, it’s just a mountain and some trees, nothing special to see.
He finally understood why Uncle Simu would be so happy when he saw a vixen. He was so bored!
"It's impossible for me to drive corpses in this life. I can only make a living by killing ghosts and zombies. After all, ghosts are talented and speak sweetly."
Russell thought about the female ghosts last night. They were so interesting. Some of them even said that they had big breasts.
hehe!
Do you think I have no eyes? Saying you have an ugly face is a compliment to you.
Fortunately, this boring journey soon ended, and Russell could already see the houses in the valley from afar.
That is the Taoist temple of Uncle Simu. To be more precise, it is the Taoist temple of Taoist Master Simu and the shameless old monk!
The shameless old monk refers to Ikkyu. Master Simu has been nagging about this old guy these past two days.
It's so annoying. I have to knock the wooden fish every morning, which seriously disturbs his rest!
The corpse driver worked very hard, hiding during the day and working at night. It was a habit of his, so every day when Simu was sleeping soundly, he would start his normal life.
Knock the wooden fish!
The wooden fish is a wonderful thing, a first-class Buddhist instrument that can captivate and move people's souls.
It is almost the same type as the Sanqing Bell in the master's hand.
But one is confusing, the other is reminding, as if they are natural enemies!
As long as the wooden fish is struck, ordinary people will become excited and clear-minded, as excited as if they had drunk Red Bull, and will not be able to sleep at all.
Ordinary people are like this, let alone Master Simu, who is a cultivator and has sharp eyes and ears. Even if he blocks his ears, it won't work!
Not to mention four eyes, no one can bear it.
Russell looked out into the distance. The sun had already come out, shining on the cabin. Chickens, ducks, fish and geese were calling in the yard. It was so poetic!
It is a good place to live in seclusion, but it is not suitable for him.
Young people, if you have golden fingers, don’t go out and do something.
Isn't that even more stupid than Wencai
"Mee-mee!"
Hearing the strange voice, Russell's eyes lit up. Oh, my uncle's family even raises sheep.
He remembered that a certain boy who was not good at fishing was always thinking about other people's sheep, sometimes about geese, and sometimes about pigs.
It's very bad!
"Want to eat?" Simu looked at Russell drooling and immediately guessed what he was thinking.
Russell nodded vigorously, having already figured out in his mind, those were the 18 ways a sheep could die!
Braised lamb, braised lamb chops, old Beijing lamb ribs, cumin roasted lamb, stewed lamb, lamb offal, hand-shredded lamb, pan-fried lamb chops...
"Hey, I won't give it to you!"
Simu snorted and actually started a childish fight with Russell. Russell ran away yesterday without leaving a letter, which made him worried for a long time.
The roasted lamb flew away!
Russell pouted, and his unhappiness was almost written on his face.
"There are no sheep, but there are pigs." Seeing Russell pouting, Simu couldn't help but chuckle, "There's nothing else here, but there are a lot of wild boars in the mountains!"
"That wild boar often likes to come over and dig up the cabbages in my house. It's so fat and big, and so strong. If I hadn't called for help, I really wouldn't have been able to beat it."
Calling people
Hunting wild boars
Russell couldn't help but think of a scene in which a huge wild boar was rushing around, being rude and unreasonable, and then being beaten up by a dozen people in official robes with yellow paper stuck on their heads.
Zombies have nothing else in common except that they are tough and strong. In a fight, one is better than ten.
I'm afraid that if Ye Wen came, he would go back crying!
"Little nephew, wait a minute, I'll show you your uncle's cooking skills!" Simu said proudly, "You must have never eaten my hometown dish, crispy roast pork, it's so delicious."
As he spoke, he couldn't help licking his lips. "The skin is crispy, fat but not greasy, and the lean meat is tender. It tastes great!"
The two foodies became hungrier and hungrier the more they talked, and their pace became faster. As people who love to eat, how could they be negligent about eating
After walking in, Russell looked at the closed door and the empty yard, and couldn't help but mention it.
"Uncle Master, where is Senior Brother Jia Le?"
He looked left and right. This was his first time meeting Jia Le. He heard that this was a scumbag apprentice who was no worse than Wen Cai and Qiu Sheng.
Simu's face turned dark. On the way, he had praised Jiale, saying that his apprentice Jiale was very hardworking!
It was already noon, and based on his understanding of Jiale, this guy was most likely still asleep there.
Wouldn't this be embarrassing for me in front of my junior nephew
Simu jumped out of the sedan chair, holding a peach wood sword, and rushed over angrily.
Seeing his angry look, Russell was afraid that something might happen, so he quickly advised, "Uncle Master, you should use a small wooden stick. The peach wood sword won't hurt!"
Four eyes:…
"Jiadong, Jiale!"
Simu knocked on the door hard and shouted a few times, but got no response. Well, he was pretty good at judging people. It turned out that Jiale, the bad boy, was still asleep.
But this did not stump him. He simply reached out and poked the window above the door, and it broke.
This thing is not made of glass, it's made of paper, real paper!
He stretched out his hands and opened the door skillfully. Seeing that this had been done many times, Russell silently took back his paper man.
He originally wanted to stuff his paper man in to open the door, but he didn't expect that Master Simu would be so simple and crude!
Hehe, there will be a good show to watch soon!
Sure enough, Simu walked into the house and Russell followed closely behind. As soon as he entered the door, he saw a young man lying on the bed, sleeping soundly.
This made Simu very angry, "You little bastard, Master asked you to guard the door, but you are dreaming!!!"
On this side, Simu was throbbing with anger, while on the other side, Jiale was still sleeping soundly, unaware of the danger that was approaching.
In Russell's impression, only literary talent can match this sleeping skill that cannot be awakened even by radar!
After looking around, Russell silently put down the stick. He really did it casually and it was not intentional.
ha!
"I'll beat you and make you dream!" Simu started beating him violently with the stick. It was so painful that the next moment, he covered his balls with his hands and screamed.
It turned out that Jiale was the one who launched a sneak attack!
"Who are you, little thief, to dare to attack your uncle?!"
Jiale was half asleep and still a little unclear in consciousness. He was kicked first and then punched.
"ah!"
Simu covered his black eyes and leaned back, but Russell quickly caught him.
He looked into Simu's eyes and tried hard to suppress his smile. "Uncle Master, you can't do this. This is your disciple. You can't hit him. You can't hit him."
“Oh my!” Jiale finally came to his senses. He looked at Russell with a look of surprise on his face. “Master, I didn’t expect your son to be this big!”
Russell: …
He took a deep breath and placed the Seven Star Sword on his back into Simu's hands. "Uncle Master, give it to me. If a disciple is unfilial, it's the master's fault. A filial disciple will emerge under the stick!"
Looking at the bright and cold Seven Star Sword.
Jiale: (O?O)
Help!
ps: After a day of classes, I felt so sleepy when typing at night that I fell asleep while writing. I’ll just write this much for now.
Today's 6,000 words is not short, and tomorrow it should be enough to get 800 monthly votes for another update.