How to know people
Russell immediately became interested. Is it the famous Maoshan physiognomy? He likes this thing the most.
He calculates everything with his fingers. When encountering danger, he turns around and runs away. He is always right.
If you can't make a living, you can still get a sign and become a fortune teller, specializing in calculating other people's marriages. This can make more money than catching ghosts.
Just as Russell was about to ask more carefully, Qiu Sheng’s voice came from outside, “Master, the black dog blood is coming!”
Uncle Jiu turned around and saw Qiu Sheng holding a bowl full of dog blood, but he didn't know whether it was black or not.
But it doesn't matter, as long as it's dog blood, black dog blood is the best. But whether it's to ward off evil spirits or eliminate demons, it mainly depends on magic power.
He took out the Money Sword and swung it with his backhand. The Money Sword cut through iron like mud and the iron cage in front of him broke instantly.
The water monkey in the iron cage seemed to understand something, and walked out of the cage on its hind legs like a human.
Qiu Sheng couldn't help but take a few steps back, and even Wencai, who was joining in the fun, didn't dare to say anything more.
Uncle Jiu took out a talisman from his arms, pinched it with two fingers, and the talisman immediately caught fire. He waved his hand, and all the talisman fell into the dog blood in Qiu Sheng's hand.
He muttered a few words carefully, and his right hand turned into a sword finger. He picked up some water from the bowl, and his finger, which was stained red, pointed forward directly. The red-haired old monster's eyebrows immediately turned purple.
Then, Uncle Jiu waved his fingers again, stained with dog blood, and painted on the body of the red-haired old monster, which seemed particularly tedious.
Qiu Sheng came over quietly, "Little Junior Brother, what is the Master doing?"
"Use the technique to break the nightmare, remove the negative energy in his body, and restore him to a normal person."
"people?"
Qiu Sheng cried out in surprise. He carefully looked at the red-haired old monster in front of him, but he didn't look like a human being at all.
His face was full of pain. This monkey was worth 1,000 dollars. 1,000 dollars. Even the Monkey King Sun Wukong was worth no more than that.
It’s too expensive.
He had originally been thinking about selling it, but he definitely didn't dare to do so, after all, it was bought by his junior fellow apprentice.
But if you go out on the street and do some juggling, you can make a lot of money, and then you can split the profits 50-50 with your junior brother, and your pockets will be fatter.
But now when he heard that the water monkey in front of him was a human, Qiu Sheng knew that all his thoughts were in vain and he said nothing more.
Playing with monkeys and playing with people are two completely different things. If Uncle Jiu knew about it, there is a 99% chance that he would expel you from the sect directly.
This kind of money that goes against one's conscience cannot be earned at all.
Russell was still watching his master's movements. The rune was almost finished, and Uncle Jiu finished it with the last stroke.
The red-haired old monster was emitting red light all over. His body kept shrinking and gradually took on a human form. His hair fell off, his four arms disappeared, and his pointed mouth and monkey cheeks were gone.
"It's him!"
Russell frowned. He knew the man in front of him. He was one of his few acquaintances. He was Old Chen, the night watchman that night.
His friend Lao Li, who chopped wood, was killed by a female ghost wearing red embroidered shoes. It was Uncle Jiu who got rid of that female ghost.
Russell met the little yellow fox on the way back to Yizhuang, which triggered a series of events.
Looking at Old Chen, who was crying and looking haggard, Russell was silent. This was not just bad luck, but naked revenge.
He practiced Taoism, had the protection of Uncle Jiu, and had Maoshan as his backer, so naturally he didn't worry about the revenge of the old yellow-skinned man.
And how could Old Chen, an ordinary night watchman, hide
He was retaliated by the old yellow-skinned man, who used the nightmare technique he learned from somewhere and turned him into a four-armed red-haired old monster.
Being whipped day and night and not having a drop of water for days is not a big deal. What is really terrifying is being transformed from a human into a monkey, having no relatives or friends and no one understanding what you say.
Fortunately, Russell passed by there and noticed something was wrong, so he rescued him by accident.
You know, in the entire Renjia Town, the only two people who can see through the yellow-skinned man's Taoist magic are Russell and Uncle Jiu.
Old Chen happened to meet one of them, which means he was not destined to die.
Russell made up his mind that he would never be merciful to these monsters again when he saw them in the future. He thought he had eradicated them completely last time.
Who would have thought that there was an old yellow fox? It was like poking the old yellow fox's nest.
That poor old Chen didn't know so much. He was just a mortal who suffered from the fight between gods and inexplicably turned into a red-haired monster.
Old Chen didn't know what to say about Uncle Jiu's rescue. In the end, he thanked him profusely and left with lingering fear.
Old Chen left, but the story is not over yet.
The gate of the charity cemetery opened, and eight strong young men came in carrying a big red coffin.
The coffin was very extraordinary. It was locked with iron chains and covered with yellow paper.
The color of the coffin was as red as blood, which made it look particularly strange.
An ordinary coffin weighs two or three hundred pounds, but this coffin seemed to weigh a thousand pounds. The eight young men had a hard time lifting it, and it took them a long time to move it into the morgue.
The dirt road in the yard was left with many footprints.
"Master, what is that? It's not a zongzi, is it?"
Wencai opened his mouth to ask. Although he was a little naive, he was definitely not stupid. There was something wrong with this big red coffin no matter how he looked at it.
After following Uncle Jiu for a long time, he had developed a conditioned reflex when he saw a coffin. As soon as he saw a coffin, he thought there was a big rice dumpling inside.
Uncle Jiu put his hands behind his back and pondered for a moment, "It's not a zongzi, but a red robe."
"What's there to be afraid of with Dahongpao?" Qiu Sheng said indifferently, but unexpectedly, the few young men who had just moved the coffin turned pale and ran away in panic.
Uncle Jiu stretched out his hand with a dollar in it at this time. He looked at the young men leaving and couldn't help but be stunned.
How come these young people run so fast and don’t even ask for pay? They are such good people!
Uncle Jiu put the Yuan Datou away, and he felt very happy after saving the money. "This Da Hong Pao is very strange. You must not touch it. I will find a good place to bury it in two days."
Everyone nodded, and Russell looked at it curiously. Judging from the expressions of those young men just now, this Dahongpao was definitely not a good thing.
Otherwise, they wouldn't be so scared of the topic and run away without even asking for their wages.
"Master, isn't this the work of that old yellow-skinned guy? Is this Da Hong Pao more difficult to deal with than that old yellow-skinned guy?"
Russell had a new question. If it were easy, Uncle Jiu would have killed him with one sword long ago. Why bother carrying him back
Uncle Jiu touched Russell's head and said, "Master knows that this is a trick to lure the tiger away from the mountain. The thing in this coffin is much more ferocious than it. It probably got the news from somewhere and broke the seal to lead me there."
"But don't worry, I'm here for you."
Russell nodded.
It was late at night, and after dinner, everyone returned to their respective rooms and began a day of training.
Russell left everything to the paper man and fell into a deep sleep. Late at night, he got out of bed in a daze, opened the door, and walked straight to the small tree in the yard.
He moved his little hand slowly, took out his magic weapon, and started fertilizing the small tree to increase its nutrients.
With a glance, I saw a red figure dancing in the wind on the courtyard wall, and the faint sound of opera could be heard.
"The moon is so round today!"
Russell muttered a few words, shook his magic weapon, turned around and went back to his room, and then fell asleep.
The figure in red in the yard was obviously dazed, standing there in a daze. Is this little kid a little abnormal