As Uncle Jiu was chatting with Russell, they arrived at a small mountain village near Jiuquan Town and said that there was really no problem with the mountain village.
Because this small village is actually located on the side of a mountain.
To be precise, people nowadays all have this idea: if they live close to the mountains, the wild trees on the mountains will become their own.
Anyway, there is no one to take care of it. As long as you have the strength, you can go up the mountain and cut the wood.
The tall and handsome ones are the beams of the new house and the source of wood for furniture.
Those rotten, crooked and cracked wood will only become firewood.
The rice cooked on the stove and the big iron pot have an especially rich and crispy taste.
Before entering the village, I heard a bustling sound in the distance, as if someone was shouting something.
"master."
Russell looked over and saw a large crowd of people gathered at the entrance of the village, some of whom were kicking non-stop. He immediately understood.
The person who stole the corpse must have been caught and was being beaten up by the villagers.
He couldn't help but gloat over the misfortune, "Tsk tsk tsk, this unlucky guy, won't he be beaten to death?"
Uncle Jiu frowned and walked a little faster. He was very soft-hearted. Although it was very immoral for this person to steal someone else's corpse, if he lost his life, well...
"Everyone!"
He raised his hand and exerted force in his chest, and the sound was like thunder, reaching the ears of everyone present and instantly shaking the bustling scene.
Everyone turned around in a daze, carefully looking at Uncle Nine and Russell who had suddenly arrived, their eyes full of scrutiny.
Some idiot shouted, "Are you an accomplice of this man? Why don't I know you?"
This really made Russell laugh. How could someone come over wearing a Taoist robe and become an accomplice
Moreover, Uncle Jiu looks like a Taoist master, so how can he be a bad guy? If you say he is Simu, that's more like it.
But the next moment, Russell could not help but remain silent. He saw everyone whispering to each other, and a vague body appeared through a gap.
I saw a crowd gathered on the ground, with a young man holding his head, wearing a Taoist robe.
Uncle Nine: …
He lowered his head to look. He couldn't say that the robes were exactly the same, but at least they were 80% similar. It must be someone with no conscience imitating him.
Everyone stared at him with eager eyes, and began to raise the hoes in their hands. To be honest, it would be hard to say that they were not accomplices.
What a coincidence!
"Ahem. Ahem."
A cough was heard, and an old man came out slowly with a cane. He looked serious and shouted, "Cough, cough, this is the Taoist priest I invited, stop being rude."
What he said made sense, but he seemed to be in poor health. Every time he spoke, he would cough for a long time. He looked very old.
The old man's words seemed to have some effect, and everyone put down their hoes and stepped aside.
Uncle Jiu was also a little helpless. Which family in Renjia Town didn’t know him
That is to say, in Jiuquan Town, I was unfamiliar with the place and had never even heard of his name.
But Uncle Jiu was not a stingy person. He pulled Russell into the crowd and looked at the young man lying on the ground. He knew without asking that this was the man who must have done something wrong.
Looking at the Taoist robe the man was wearing, he covered his face with his sleeves, obviously not wanting Uncle Jiu to see it.
Huh.
What's going on
As soon as Uncle Jiu bent down, the young man coiled on the ground and spun in place, just because he didn't want Uncle Jiu to see his face.
Unexpectedly, Russell saw everything clearly.
He looked surprised, "Ah, isn't this Mao Shanming?"
Maoshan Ming
Uncle Jiu's face darkened. He stretched out his hand, grabbed Mao Shanming's neck, and turned his face towards him.
Upon closer inspection, although his face was covered in mud and had some bruises, it was still clear that it was indeed Mao Shanming.
This was the second time that Uncle Jiu and Mao Shanming met. The last time, Mao Shanming was in Dawangzhuang, trying to use ghosts to deceive Old Master Liu and get some money.
As a result, he was caught up by Uncle Jiu, who gave him a stern warning and told him not to raise ghosts or do such deceptive things again.
Mao Shanming readily agreed at the time, but it has only been a short time and he stopped raising ghosts and instead came to steal other people's corpses for ghost marriages
Uncle Jiu was a little angry at this time.
Mao Shanming, who was lying on the ground, changed color and cried out in his heart, "What bad luck! I just wanted to make a living, why did I lose every time I encountered this?"
He seemed to remember something, and frantically felt around his body, took out a small gourd, and then threw it far away.
The gourd flew over the crowd and landed on a distant roof with a crisp sound.
Everyone looked confused, but Russell seemed to remember something, and couldn't help but raise the corner of his mouth, "You are raising a ghost again, no wonder."
Raising ghosts has its disadvantages. If it is done in a formal way, it is fine. For Taoists like them, raising ghosts with incense is quite good.
But Mao Shanming is a pirated one. He possesses all the bad luck of raising ghosts, and he carries them all with him.
No wonder he always had such bad luck as being caught stealing corpses, and he happened to run into Uncle Jiu.
You know, Uncle Jiu hasn't been away from Renjia Town for more than ten years, but he happened to move to Jiuquan Town and ran into him.
What an unlucky guy.
Russell thought of it, and Uncle Jiu naturally thought of it too. He looked at the gourd on the roof, and the mouth of the gourd had already opened.
But fortunately, it was a sunny day outside and the little ghost inside didn't dare to come out.
Uncle Jiu frowned and stretched out his hand to Russell. Russell immediately understood and handed over the props behind him.
In fact, it is just the usual writing brushes, ink, paper, inkstone, black dog blood, cinnabar and other things.
Generally speaking, a geomancer would be able to kill such a little devil with just one slap. This was the case with Russell.
But Uncle Jiu is different. People can be divided into good and bad people, and ghosts can be divided into good and bad ghosts. He is just a Taoist priest. Unless it is a critical moment, he will not beat the ghosts to death.
Most of the time, the ghosts are collected and sent to the underworld to be judged by the underworld officials.
The good ones will be reincarnated, and the bad ones will naturally be sent to the eighteen levels of hell for who knows how many years.
Uncle Jiu took the bamboo tube that had been prepared long ago, poked it with his finger, and it immediately turned red. It contained black dog blood and cinnabar.
After stirring back and forth, the two fingers not only turned red, but also shiny.
"lead!"
He whispered, and the mixture in the bamboo tube suddenly floated up and shuttled back and forth between his fingers.
"Suppress the ghosts!"
Uncle Jiu waved his fingers in the air, and immediately the mixture formed strange patterns and turned into a ray of light that was imprinted on the gourd.
A faint scream was heard, and the mouth of the gourd was slowly sealed again.
No matter how hard the little devil in there wants to run, he can't escape.
Mao Shanming's eyes widened red, this was his treasure for making money!
I was so sad that I couldn't help but wail to the sky.
"No!"
"I'm so miserable!"